Night of Champions: July 26, 2009

I walked hand-in-hand with Randy down the halls, backstage. He has his WWE Championship around his waist. He smiles at me.

"What?" I ask him as I raise an eyebrow.

"Nothing." Randy replies.

"Randy?"

"Just thinking about the plans I've made for us this weekend."

"Plans? What plans? You didn't tell me we had plans."

"We're going home this weekend. We can go see my parents, your brother, maybe Sam and Al…"

"Someone misses his daughter. Upset you haven't been able to see her much with our recent schedule?"

"You miss her too. She is your goddaughter."

"Obviously, I miss her. I love that little girl to pieces. If things keep going well between us, she's gonna be a bit more than my goddaughter, Randy. Are you ever going to tell any of your other friends from here you have a one year old daughter?"

"Eventually, but I worry about her ending up around some people who work here, and John does know."

"I know John does know. It's understandable, but you'll have to tell eventually. Al will probably want to visit when she's older, and Sam is my friend. She used to come and visit me at work. She may decide to come around again."

"But I don't want Al to be involved in the business yet."

"She'll be eventually. Al's a fourth generation Orton. It's in her blood, Randy. She may not want to become a wrestler, but what happens when she wants to see her dad wrestle in person?"

"I know. I just want to protect my baby."

"I know. You're just being an overprotective daddy."

"Is that okay?"

"A lot of dads are. My dad, the one who raised me, is...was very overprotective of me before well...the accident. Plus, seeing you get all protective makes you even more attractive to me."

Randy hugged me. "You're almost making me blush. Speaking of dads, have you talked to Vinnie Mac since the news?"

"Um...no."

"Rissa…"

"I'll talk to him tomorrow. I need to focus on my match tonight. I'm still processing things a bit."

"Okay."

"Seeing Al this weekend will be nice."

"Yeah." Randy brushes a piece of my hair back and kisses me. It caught me off guard as Randy usually wasn't super affectionate at work. I let him control the kiss. Shane walks by and coughs.

"No PDA in the hall." Shane comments.

I roll my eyes at my brother. "Since when?"

"Since I said so."

"Oh, Shane, cut me some slack. I have a match tonight."

"Oh fine...good luck."

"Thanks."

I was pretty happy right now. Most things have been going well so far tonight. Now, I had my Women's Championship match. Maryse and Eve ran down to me right before I headed to the ring for the match.

"Just in case." Maryse hands me brass knuckles.

I hide them on me, so no one knows I have them.

"Good luck." Eve tells me just before my theme song starts.

I know I want that girl so bad

I lie awake at night

And think of all the things that I would do

With a girl like that…

"The following match is a Steel Cage match and it is for the WWE Women's Championship! Introducing first, the challenger, from Saint Louis, Missouri, Marissa!"

I wait patiently for Michelle while I stare up at the cage.

You're not enough for me (Oh no no)

Just another man in love with me (Just another man ooh)

Gotta open up your eyes and see (hey, hey Oh well)

You're not enough for me (oh no)...

"And her opponent, from Palatka, Florida, she's the WWE Women's Champion, Michelle McCool!"

Michelle hands the referee her title, and we stare each other down as the cage lowers down around us.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

We exchange right hands with each other at first. Michelle then grabs my hair and throws me into the cage. As I recover, I notice her pull out brass knuckles. She goes to hit me, but I duck and hit her with mine.

I smile at her as I pull her up in a manner similar to how Randy would to his opponents. "Surprise, Michelle, I brought my own brass knuckles this time."

I fling her shoulder first into the turnbuckle. I start climbing the cage, but she pulls me down. I land on my back.

Michelle picks me up and hits a Faithbreaker. She pins me.

1...2…kickout!

Michelle was angry. She flung me shoulder first into the cage. I grab my shoulder. She tried to do it again, but I grabbed her hair and flung her into the cage. The cage hit Michelle on the face, and she was bleeding some.

I grab Michelle's legs and go for the Figure Four Leglock. However, she reversed it into the Heel Hook. I struggled but managed to escape. I shoved Michelle into the cage, picked her up, and hit a Picture Perfect on her. I climbed to the top of the cage, but I didn't escape to win. Instead, I hit a Moonsault off of the top of the cage. It was a long shot, but I hit her. The crowd gasped in shock. I pinned Michelle.

1...2...3!

"Here is your winner and the NEW WWE Women's Champion, Marissa!"

A referee opened the cage door, and he, along with the referee of the match, helped me up the ramp. At the top of the ramp, I looked at Michelle's unconscious body lying in the ring and held my regained championship up in the air. The crowd cheered. I walked backstage and stumbled. Randy caught me.

I looked up and saw everyone in the room staring at me. I looked around at everyone and smiled. My friends and acquaintances look at me in concern. I steady myself and stand on my own. Randy seemed like he didn't want to let me go.

"Don't worry, everyone. I'm fine. What doesn't kill you makes you stronger." I say before holding up the Women's Championship. "Randy, you've gotta go wrestle soon."

Randy sighs. "I know. Be careful until I get back at least."

"I promise I'll be careful."

Randy left me with Maryse and Eve while he went to defend his championship against my brother-in-law, Triple H. Maryse was examining my face.

"You know you're bleeding, right?" Maryse asks with concern.

I look at myself in the mirror. "I guess so."

I wipe the blood from my face and bandage a few spots on my face. "All better."

I pull out my phone. "Let's take a pic."

We took a picture. I posted it on Twitter.

MarissaWWE: The DoD are still dominant.

I put my phone away as Randy pins Triple H to retain the WWE Championship.

"Got to go, Rissa." Maryse tells me. "My match is next."

"See you later." Eve adds.

"Bye." I tell my two friends as I decide to sit and wait for Randy to come back to join me.

Maryse's POV

Pourquoi es-tu si belle?

Pourquoi tu bouges comme ça?

Pourquoi tu me fais mal?

Oh je me sens tout nu…

"The following match is for the WWE Divas Championship! Introducing first, being accompanied to the ring by Eve Torres, from Montreal, Quebec, Canada, she is the WWE Divas Champion, Maryse!"

I do my entrance, including my signature hair flip, and wait for Mickie.

("Obsession" plays.)

"And the challenger, being accompanied to the ring by Rosa Mendes, from Richmond, Virginia, Mickie James!"

Ding! Ding! Ding!

Mickie and I lock up in the middle of the ring. She puts me into a Headlock. She goes for a Mick-DT, but I reverse it into a French Kiss. I go for a pin.

1...2…kickout!

I pull Mickie up by her hair. She shoves me away and slaps me. I hold my cheek. She throws me on the other side of the apron. I stand up, and she hits me in the stomach and hits Randy's DDT. I immediately knew Marissa was going to be pissed about that long. Mickie goes for a pin.

1...2…kickout!

I get up, kick her in the stomach, and Irish Whip her into the corner. I decide to take a risk and go for a Superplex, but Mickie kicks me off and hits a Crossbody. She pulls me up and hits another Mick-DT.

1...2...3!

"Here is your winner and the NEW WWE Divas Champion, Mickie James!"

Mickie grabs the championship and blindsides Eve. Mickie and Rosa then go after me. I try to escape, but I don't.

I know I want that girl so bad

I lie awake at night

And think of all the things that I would do

With a girl like that…

Marissa runs down to the ring and pulls Mickie off of me. Marissa nails Mickie with Right Hands. Rosa tries to get involved, but I get between and go after her.

You're not enough for me (Oh no no)

Just another man in love with me (Just another man ooh)

Gotta open up your eyes and see (hey, hey Oh well)

You're not enough for me (oh no)...

Suddenly, the rest of Team McCool, including Michelle, runs down and into the ring. Eve recovers and stands by mine and Marissa's side as we stare them down. At this point, I don't care if the other members help us or not. Eve, Marissa, and I all have our reasons to be pissed at every member of Team McCool, and I need a way to take out my anger over losing the Divas Championship to Mickie.

("Paparazzi" plays)

Kelly, Melina, Maria, Candice, Torrie, Brie, and Nikki run through the crowd to aid us. Team McCool and the Diva Barrage stare each other down. Mickie grabs a microphone and walks towards us. Marissa walks up and gets in her face.

Mickie smirks at Marissa. "You know, Marissa. The Diva Barrage is pathetic...but so is Team McCool. And now...since I am the Diva's Champion and have proven that I can actually beat the Diva Barrage cleanly, unlike Michelle, I have…"

Michelle grab a microphone and stands by Marissa.

"Mickie," Michelle glares at Mickie. "Who the hell do you think you are? I offered you a great opportunity when I let you join Team McCool. And this is how you repay me?"

"Michelle, the reason I am leaving your group is the same reason you left the Divas of Domination. I've been overshadowed, and I'm sick of it. You're no different from Marissa." Mickie turns to Marissa. "And Marissa, you've always been handed everything on a silver platter, and for years, I wondered why, but I did a little investigating and found out why. You're a McMahon. Vince gives you everything because you're his daughter. You haven't had to work for anything."

Marissa didn't tell me that. I'm shocked.

"Mickie," Marissa glares at Mickie. "I didn't even know until two days ago. Don't try to make it look like I've been using being a McMahon to my advantage my entire career. You and I both know what this is really about. You're jealous of me. You're jealous of the fact I'm dating Randy Orton, which isn't something my father is fond of. You're jealous of the fact our mentor, Trish Stratus, liked me better. And you're jealous that I can lead a team. Yes, I'm a McMahon, but that doesn't mean I don't have to earn things. Stephanie, Shane, and Hunter have had to earn things too."

That's cleared things up.

"She's got a point." Michelle tells Mickie. "Marissa has had to work to get what she's wanted. And…"

All of a sudden, Melina, Mickie, Beth, Natalya, Maria, and Candice attack everyone, but Marissa and Michelle, from behind with pipes.

Marissa's POV

I watched in horror as Melina, Mickie, Beth, Natalya, Maria, and Candice attack everyone but Michelle and me with pipes. I look at Michelle. She looks just as horrified as I am. The six women turn towards us.

I look at Michelle. "We need to work together. Let's stall while we think of a plan."

"Works for me." Michelle turns to them. "Both of our teams have one more member than yours from the looks of it. How's that gonna work out?"

Mickie smiles. "Oh. We have seven members. Oh, Gail!"

("Strong & Sexy" plays)

The six women turn to watch Gail head towards the ring. Michelle and I take this opportunity to grab chairs from under the we get back in, they attack Michelle like a pack of hyenas. I am too stunned to help. Michelle is quickly laid out. I stand my ground. Candice is the first to go after me. I hit her once, and she's out. She was never that strong anyway. Maria tries to attack me from behind. I hit a Picture Perfect on her. The other five go after me, but Eve and Maryse, who have recovered, pull me out of the ring. We stumble up the ramp and manage to get backstage.

Mickie grabs a microphone. "Let me introduce to you...the Insurgents!"

I knew after the attacks that this wasn't a fight I could win tonight, so I didn't fight back when Eve and Maryse took me backstage. However, I knew this was my fight, and I had no intention of losing. I knew I needed a plan, and I needed it fast.

Randy rushes over and pulls me into his arms. "Are you okay, Rissa?"

I nod. "I am physically."

Randy looks at Eve and Maryse. "I'm gonna take her with me and get out of here. We'll see you two later, okay?"

Eve and Maryse nod. Randy guides me out of guerilla.

"This isn't your fault." Randy tells me.

"I knew these groups couldn't last long. I knew it." I respond, clearly frustrated.

"But you need to keep what you've got left together to fight the Insurgents. You need a plan."

"I know."

"You'll figure it out. You're incredibly smart. You'll make a plan."

"I hope you're right."