Raw: August 3, 2009
I laced up my boots as Mark Brown walked into my locker-room.
"Action figures." Mark says as he stands in the locker-room.
"What?" I ask with confusion.
"Action figures."
"What?" I raise an eyebrow.
"Action figures. Don't say what again. You are starting to sound like Stone Cold, and last I checked, you aren't Steve Austin."
"Why do you keep saying action figures?"
"The Divas of Domination have just been added to the series of action figures to come out in January. Thanks to it being my idea."
"Aren't you always trying to get more merchandise for me and whoever I am teaming up with? I mean you did get those Divas of Domination t-shirts."
"The WWE Universe loves you, Marissa. Your merchandise, when you have some, sells more than most of the guys'. I have my reasons to do this for you."
"Good point."
"I'm going to head out. Congratulations on the action figures. Bye."
"See ya."
Mark leaves and I grin. I've only had one action figure before, and it was years ago. This is pretty cool for me.
I grab my Women's Championship and head towards Legacy's locker-room to find Randy.
Randy opens the door before I can knock on the door. He hugs me.
"I ran into Mark Brown a little bit ago. Yes, he told me about the Divas of Domination action figures." Randy tells me. "Congratulations."
"Thanks. I'm so ready for my match tonight."
"Who are you wrestling tonight?"
"Morgan, what about you?"
"Dave."
"At least you're against somebody you get along with. Man, I haven't talked to him in forever. Maybe, if you'd like, I could go with you to your match."
"You want to?"
"Yeah, I haven't accompanied you to the ring in awhile. Plus, the crowd might think I'm doing it to get into his head since I used to manage him."
"And you know I hated when you were managing him."
"That's because you wanted me to manage you."
"True, I still think it would've made more sense, even back then. You can accompany me to my match tonight."
I kissed him. "Thanks, babe."
"You're welcome."
It feels like
I want to let go(go)
Show you think i'll never ever show(show)
Were burning down the house tonight
Step into the bright spotlight…
"This match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Montreal, Quebec, Canada, Morgan Ouellet!"
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…
"And her opponent, from Saint Louis, Missouri, she is the WWE Women's Champion, Marissa!"
I smile and hold up my Women's Championship as I enter the ring. I hand the referee my Women's Championship as I glare at Morgan across the ring. I imagine myself beating her to a pulp before the bell rings.
Ding! Ding! Ding!
I immediately charged Morgan and went to hit her with a Clothesline. She dodges and goes for one of her own. I see it coming and dodge it. I grab her and Irish Whip her into the turnbuckle. I run and hit a Clothesline on her while she is still in the corner. Her head bounces off of the turnbuckle. She slouches down in the corner. I put my boot in her gut. The referee forces me to remove it and makes me back up. I pull Morgan by her hair. She is severely worn down.
I kick Morgan in the gut and lift her up in a Fireman's Carry position. I hit a Picture Perfect on her. I then hit a RKO. I go to the corner and Punt Kick her, like Randy would do to his opponents. The referee checks on Morgan. She is out cold. He signals for the bell.
"Here is your winner by knockout, Marissa!"
I grab my Women's Championship and motion for a microphone. A stagehand gives me one.
"Mickie, Melina, you don't know what you have started. For months, scratch that, years, I have had problems with the two of you. So has Michelle. I thought Melina and I worked out our issues, but apparently we haven't. Same with Michelle…she thought the same of Mickie. However, at Night of Champions, both mine and Michelle's teams were double-crossed. You better watch your backs because we, along with Eve and Maryse, are going to take down the Insurgents one by one. The Divas of Domination are back and out for vengeance. And let's be clear here, I'm vengeful and a bit crazy. I'm the last person you two want to cross." I drop the microphone and walk backstage.
CM Punk looks at me with concern as I come through the guerilla. "Marissa, I think you just lost the last bit of sanity you had."
I chuckle at the former world champion. "I did, Punk. I did."
I keep on walking. Kofi Kingston and Evan Bourne approach me.
"Are you okay?" Evan asks with concern.
"I'm fine, Evan. Just tired of Mickie's and Melina's shit." I answer.
"Don't blame ya." Kofi responds.
"Well, I cannot put up with it anymore, Kofi. You will see my somewhat crazier half."
"I wouldn't expect anything else from you."
"Good. See you around."
I keep on walking towards Catering until Randy gently grabs me and pulls me aside.
"Most of the roster is talking about your announcement after your match." Randy looks at me with concern. "Are you okay?"
"I'm not okay, Randy. I'm stressed out, pissed off, and honestly kinda want to go use your punt on every single member of the Insurgents right now, just so this can be finished already." I sigh.
"Aw, Rissa, take a break. Forget everything for just a moment. You can handle anything. Got that?"
"Okay."
"You are one of the strongest women I know. Prove it to the Insurgents, the WWE roster, the WWE Universe, the world. You can do this. Now, let's go. I have a match."
Batista is already in the ring. Randy and I stand at the guerilla ready to go.
I hear voices in my head
They council me
They understand
They talk to me…
"And his opponent, being accompanied to the ring by Marissa, from Saint Louis, Missouri, weighing in at 245 pounds, he is the WWE Champion, Randy Orton!"
We walked out, and I put my hand on Randy's bicep. Randy gives me a kiss on the cheek as we walk down the ramp. He walks into the ring, and I stand outside the ring. He does his pose and hands me his WWE Championship.
Ding! Ding! Ding!
Batista spears Randy immediately as the match starts. He wants to end this quickly. He pins Randy.
1...2...kickout!
Randy rolls out of the ring. Batista chases Randy. Randy grabs Batista's head and slams it into the ringpost. They get back into the ring. They exchanged Right Hands. Randy Irish Whips Batista into the turnbuckle. He hits it back first. Randy lifts him onto the top rope and delivers a Superplex. Randy gets up and does his taunts to signal that he's stalking his prey, which is currently Batista. Batista struggles to get up, and he still doesn't realize what Randy is about to do. The fans chant for the RKO. Batista turns around and gets hit with a RKO. Randy pins Batista.
1...2...3!
"Here is your winner, Randy Orton!"
Randy rolls out of the ring. I hand him his WWE Championship, and we head backstage to guerilla. Randy hugs me. I hugged him back. Someone coughs. It's Melina and Mickie.
"What the hell do you want?" I ask with irritation.
"We just wanted to tell you that your little spiel didn't intimidate us at all. We already knew you were crazy." Mickie tells me.
"Mickie, maybe we should get her admitted to a nuthouse." Melina adds.
"The less psychopaths the better."
"If anyone knows anything about psychopaths, it's you, Mickie." I roll my eyes. "You're obsessed with my boyfriend."
"Do you really want to pick a fight right now, Marissa? You're outnumbered."
What Mickie and Melina didn't know was that Michelle was in the area. If she wasn't, Randy would've already dragged me away before things escalate.
I narrow my eyes. "Do you think I'm scared? I am not scared of you two."
Melina slaps me. I tackled her to the ground. Mickie pulls me off. She holds me back so Melina can punch me. Randy quickly left to get Michelle to help me.
Michelle attacks Melina from behind. Mickie still has me. I shove her into some boxes. Melina and Mickie try to get away, but Maryse and Eve stop them. I hit Melina with a Superkick, and Michelle hits a Big Boot on Mickie as they turn back around. They're out cold. Michelle pulls out a Sharpie and writes DoD on their foreheads.
"It feels so good to be back." Michelle comments.
"Couldn't agree more." I reply. "Let's get out of here."