Raw (2009 Slammy Awards): December 14, 2009

"I'm fine, guys. Really, I'm fine." I tell the girls.

"Really?" Michelle asks with concern. "Are you sure? You've been off since Mickie attacked you after our match last night."

"The bitch will get what's coming. Trust me, I'll get my hands on her."

"Oh, I know you'll get Mickie. I honestly am not sure if that's what's causing you to be off."

"Is this about how things went with Creative last night, Rissa?" Maryse questions.

"None of us are giving up on that yet. We know you'll have no issue with getting Mickie. Shit, we can even help if you want." Eve tells me. "And Randy finished things with Kane last night, which should make you happy. This is about us getting rejected by Creative."

"Let's wait until SmackDown tomorrow night to take care of Mickie. Tonight's the Slammy Awards." I comment. "As for Creative, yes, I'm stressed out about the situation, but I'll be okay."

"You make a good point. On the topic of the Slammy Awards, are you ready to win Diva of the Year tonight?"

"I'm not winning that award tonight."

"Oh, Rissa, shut up." Michelle rolls her eyes. "You'll win that Slammy tonight for sure."

"No, I won't, Michelle, I…"

"Just stop, Marissa." Maryse gives me a stern look. "You're a shoe in to win that Slammy Award tonight, and you know it.

"Fine, I don't believe that's the truth, but fine, I'll stop saying that I won't if it's gonna stop you three from being on me about it."

"We're just telling you what you need to hear, Marissa." Eve shrugs. "You don't believe us, but no other Diva has had as great of a year as you have. Anyway, are you guys ready to get our dresses on since we unfortunately have to wrestle in dresses for this huge Tag Team match tonight?"

I sigh as I grab my dress. "Let me tell you guys, whether I win this Slammy Award tonight or not, I'm not thrilled at all about wrestling in a dress tonight."

Ding! Ding! Ding!

Kelly, who is unfortunately on my team, quickly pinned Rosa, who is on Michelle's team.

1...2...3!

"Here are your winners, Team Marissa!"

We celebrate in the ring. Part of me is glad that went so fast so I didn't have to struggle to wrestle in my dress. We all wait in the ring for the Diva of the Year Slammy Award presentation. Goldust and MVP came out to present the award.

"We're here to announce the Slammy winner for Diva of the Year." MVP tells everyone.

"Maybe I should take the Slammy for myself." Goldust jokes. "I'm a Diva."

"Is that a fact?"

"That's right. What do you think of that, girls?"

We all shake our heads in disbelief.

"Maybe that's a bad idea." MVP comments.

"Just kidding. Why are you so sensitive. We've got MVP on the stage and PMS in the ring." Goldust jokes.

"Bad idea."

"I'll show myself out." Goldust leaves.

"Okay…and the Slammy goes to...Marissa!" MVP announces.

All my fellow Divas look at me.

"Told you so." Maryse whispers in my ear.

I exit the ring and walk up to the stage, giving fans high fives on the way as I'd slowly transitioned into a Face role at this point.

I get on stage. "Oh my gosh, you guys! Thank you so much! I didn't expect this even though my girls kept telling me I would win. I don't fully believe this award should just go to me. I think my fellow Divas of Domination all deserve some recognition here as well. I wouldn't be on this stage to accept this Slammy Award without any of them, and that even includes former Divas of Domination member, Michelle McCool. I…"

Batista walks out and takes my microphone to interrupt. "That's great. Let's talk about the greatest Slammy of all time, Screwjob…"

"Dave…" I get in his face and point towards the stage. "This is my moment. Leave. You are not going to steal this from me."

Batista harshly hands me my microphone and leaves.

"As I was saying, I also want to take a moment to thank you, WWE Universe!" I exclaim. "I wouldn't be here without your support either, and I'm appreciative."

My theme music plays as I'm done accepting the Slammy Award. I grab the award and walk backstage.

I sat in my locker-room, watching as Randy was wrestling Undertaker on TV. Luckily, this would definitely be a one night only thing as Undertaker wasn't really anything like Kane, and in real life, the man was quite fond of Randy and I.

I started thinking to myself about how I was going to approach things now. I was waiting for some backlash from Creative for complimenting Michelle during my acceptance speech since we were supposed to be enemies, but it had yet to come. In all honesty, I was hoping to give Michelle another chance to compete for the Women's Championship, hopefully one-on-one unlike how things turned out at TLC, but unfortunately, with Mickie attacking me, I was unsure that could happen.

I'll admit it was a smart move. Mickie attacked me on pay-per-view in front of the crowd and cameras. It got a lot of attention. I'm sure she wanted a chance at my Women's Championship, but we both know this isn't just about that. It was also about our personal issues that were over four years strong at this point.

I felt like it was time to finish this though. I have no intent of burying the hatchet with Mickie as her actions had pushed me well beyond that point, but I knew the only other way to stop this was to knock some sense into her in the ring. I hoped Michelle would understand if I let Mickie have a chance at my Women's Championship to get her in the ring, so I could get my chance to get my hands on her to finish this.

Randy just finished our shit with Kane in the ring. I knew it was my turn to finish this shit with Mickie. I was determined to do it.

I watched as Randy beat Undertaker by count out. "A win is a win I guess."

A plan was starting to form in my mind. I'd need to work out some details with Michelle, but I had some things in mind for finishing things with Mickie.