SmackDown Filming: January 26, 2010
"Just give me the damn Advil." I tell Randy.
"No, I don't feel like sharing it today." Randy replies.
"Randy…please don't try this today. My head is killing me, and we're at work."
"No."
"Randy…"
"No."
"Fine, I'll go get some from John. He'll obviously be more helpful than you are right now." I smirk at him as I move to get up.
"Don't." Randy gets the Advil out of his bag. "Here."
I go to take it, but Randy holds it out of my reach.
I glare at him. "Give me the Advil, Randal Keith. Your teasing isn't funny. I need it."
"Here." Randy puts it in my hand before kissing my forehead.
"Can I get water to take it too or you gonna make me go through your teasing for it too?"
Randy hands me a bottle of water. "You're welcome, princess."
"Thank you." I take the Advil. "I've had a hangover all day. Also, did you just call me princess?"
"I did."
"Why?"
"Because I think you're acting a bit spoiled."
"I'm not spoiled." I take the Advil. "I'm just trying to get rid of my hangover. If you're going to keep teasing me though, you might be going to your match with Chris Masters tonight all alone."
Randy pulls me onto his lap. "Fine, I'll stop."
"Need me to help you with Chris Masters that badly?" I joke.
"I just feel like it's been too long since you've managed me."
"Hey, I'm sure when you turn face and split from Legacy soon, we'll have more chances for that."
"Still not happy about that happening."
"Join the club."
"What are you doing tonight after work?"
"Nothing as of now, why?"
"Do you wanna…"
"I knew you would ask."
"Is that a yes?"
"Yes, so long as I don't hear any more teasing from you tonight."
"Great!"
"I'm excited for tomorrow."
"Me too. Beer Pong is gonna be so fun."
"Love you."
"Love you too."
"So...what do we do now?"
"I could remove that shirt and then that size 34c bra that you're wearing and then…"
"We don't have enough time for that."
"Are you sure?"
"I'm certain."
"Damn."
"Cheer up, it's not the end of the world."
"I can't wait to be affectionate with you, Rissa. It's…"
I press my lips against his before he can continue speaking. Randy kisses me.
"We need to go now." I whisper.
"I know. Time for me to kick Chris Masters's ass."
("Overdrive" plays)
"The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first from Los Angeles, California, Chris Masters!"
I hear voices in my head
They council me
They understand
They talk to me…
"And his opponent, accompanied to the ring by Marissa, from Saint Louis, Missouri, Randy Orton!"
Ding! Ding! Ding!
Randy and his opponent, Chris Masters, lock up in a Collar and Elbow Tie Up in the middle of the ring. Randy shoves Chris into a corner and stomps on him. Chris stops Randy and pokes him in the eye. Chris then locks Randy in his signature submission hold, the Masterlock.
If Masters can cheat, by poking Randy in the eye, so can I. Two can play that game. With the amount of experience I have gotten with being a manager, I know how to cause a good distraction.
I start yelling at the referee. "Do your job right! Masters should be disqualified!"
Masters releases his hold and starts yelling at me. Randy turns him around and hits a RKO. Randy pins Chris.
1...2...3!
"Here is your winner, Randy Orton!"
I run in the ring and kiss Randy. He spins me in the air. Chris gets back up.
Masters angrily gets in my face. "Who do you think you…"
I slap him. He holds his cheek. Randy sneaks in behind Chris Masters and hits another RKO on him.
We both roll out of the ring and look at Masters's unconscious body in the ring. Randy and I smirk at each other before we head backstage together.
Randy pulls me close as we make it to guerilla. "I know having you distracting Masters wasn't in the plans for tonight, but I definitely didn't mind."
"Well, he cheated when he poked you in the eye. I was only returning the favor." I smile at Randy. "Though I'll take a thank you for it."
"Thank you, Rissa. I hope nobody gets pissed about it."
I shrug. "You're still a Heel right now, aren't you? It shouldn't be an issue, Randy."
"I know. Thanks. Is that interview the only other thing you have to do tonight?"
I nod. "Yes, why?"
"Just making sure I was right. That means I get you for the rest of the night once you get that done."
"It does." I kiss Randy's cheek. "See you after the interview."
"Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guest at this time." Josh Mathews tells the audience as we film. "She is the WWE Women's Champion, Marissa."
I smile as the camera pans over to me. "Hi, Josh."
"Nice to see you, Marissa. This Sunday, you are defending your Women's Championship in a Fatal Four Way match against three incredible talents in Beth Phoenix, Michelle McCool, and Mickie James. Your reign is obviously at stake. How are you feeling going into the Fatal Four Way this Sunday?"
"You're right, Josh. My reign is at stake this Sunday at Royal Rumble. I'd be a fool not to admit that. Michelle McCool is an incredible competitor. Beth Phoenix is an incredible competitor. Even with as much I can't stand her, I'll even admit Mickie James is an incredible competitor. I'm not dumb. I know what I'm getting into this Sunday. However, if I wasn't on the same level as those three women, I wouldn't be in this match, let alone be the Women's Champion right now. I know it may be a tough battle, but I am confident that after Royal Rumble I will still be the WWE Women's Champion."
"I'm glad to hear your confidence is unfaltering, but I do have one more question for you. Seeing as there are four Divas in this match, do you expect alliances to be made in this match?"
"I don't doubt it, but how long will that last? You forgot to mention something, Josh. This is an elimination Fatal Four Way match. Three women have to be taken out for a winner to be declared. Any alliances made during the match will not last long. Everyone will be looking to take out everyone else. That's how things will be. That doesn't bother me in the slightest. Watch the Fatal Four Way this Sunday. Everything I said will be proven right."
We stop filming.
Michelle looks at me from nearby. "Speaking of alliances…"
I smile. "You know it. We've got this, Chelle."