Title: Lessons
Author: Remain Nameless, other wise known as Kay
Email: RemainNameless17@aol.com
Rating:; PG-13 because I tend to write with a potty mouth
Disclaimer: I don't own nobody, or nothing. I'm not THAT Creative
Summary; When Randy Orton and Batista break from Evolution, ERIC BISCHOFF thinks they need a little guidance. That's where
a certain Red Head comes in
Pairing; I'm not sure, but I think I'm going for a little bit of Edge, so watch out! I may surprise you.
Author's Notes: My story has taken a little twist. everything is of my own imagination and not really going along with the show AT all,
accept Evolution and Triple H gone and everything. I've been brainstorming this story for awhile. Anyways the big difference is H
stayed on Smackdown! or my story won't work. Maybe down the line the shnoz will make a come back, but currently he will be MIA.
Anyways, I thought, geez, wouldn't it be funny if Batista (the beast!) and Randy Orton (the legend killer) careers where left in the
hands of a woman? And then I thought how about thee woman? Lita! woohoo! Anyways, down the line I will add a few characters for
my own pleasure and amusement because writing Randy and Batista is so depressing if I keep them in character, so if I dont..Im
so fricken sorry! For now I'm going for a Lita/Edge pairing because its the first I want to work with since I'm such a huge fan of Renee,
so catch a little Lita/Edge stuff through the story. Also one last thing, they are in character. Theirs no Amy, Adam, their Lita, Batista,
etc. etc.
This Character's Notes: A…a woohoo! Ch2. Notes? None
Music Notes: Voice of the Voiceless by Rage Against the Machine. You noticing my music taste?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
UGH!, UGH!
C'mon, check it
Through steel walls
Your voice blastin' on
True rebel my brother Mumia
I reflect upon
You be tha spark
That set tha prairie fires on
Make tha masses a mastodon path
To trample tha fascists on
At fifteen exposed Philly's finest killing machine
With boots and mad guns
They tried to pacify you young
Cause and effect
Smell tha smoke and tha breeze
My panther my brother
We are at war until you're free
You'll never silence tha voice of tha voiceless
You'll never silence tha voice of tha voiceless
You see tha powerful got nervous
Cause he refused to be their servant
'Cause he spit truth
And burned like black churches
Prose and verses
A million poor in hearses
Watch tha decision of Dred Scott
As it reserves
So long as tha rope
Is tight around Mumia's neck
Let there be no rich white life
We bound to respect
Cause and effect
Can't ya smell tha smoke in tha breeze
My panther my brother we are at war until you're free
You'll never silence tha voice of tha voiceless
You'll never silence tha voice of tha voiceless
You'll never silence tha voice of tha voiceless
You'll never silence tha voice of tha voiceless
And Orwell's hell a terror era coming through
But this little brother's watching you too
And Orwell's hell a terror era coming through
But this little brother's watching you too
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
One week Later
~~~~~~~~~~
The red haired Diva leaned down undoing her wrestling boots. It was one hell of a match. Her and the Woman's champ took down Jazz and the former woman's champ. She again got the pin fall victory. It was very exciting.
"That was wonderful." Victoria said as she removed her top and reached for her Raw t-shirt.
Lita shoved her boots to the floor, and reached down to unbutton her shorts. They weren't alone however. Stacy was across the locker room keeping her distance from Victoria, and Nidia was close by the blonde, perhaps getting some helpful advice from the blonde?
Stacy however had been keeping a close eye on Lita all day. Just watching her, by now it was freaking her out. Of course if Stacy wanted to speak to her in private it wasn't anytime soon since Victoria had claimed her all day. It seemed almost everyone was following her around today, even Stone Cold was following her when she was talking to Victoria earlier.
"OK, WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?" She finally yelled, throwing her boots in Stacy's direction to let her know she was talking to her. She stood up, reaching for a pair of loose fitting pants, and put them on, watching Stacy. Silence. Lita let out a frustrated growl. "Well?"
Stacy let out a loud breath, one she must have been holding for quite some time. "What happened last Monday?"
"What do you mean what happened last Monday?" Lita asked, zipping up the pants. "We went to the draft and then we went out for drinks, and you got cocked off your ass. How could you not remember that?"
Victoria, and even Nidia across the room let out a giggle.
Stacy placed her hands on her hips, and cocked her head to the side, obviously not amused. "I don't mean me, I meant you. When you went out with Edge afterwards, you know, to catch up." She said, quoting catch up with her fingers.
It seemed the other two girl wanted to know also, because Victoria moved in close to Lita, and Nidia even close, sitting on Lita's other side, the closest she had ever come close to Victoria.
"What? Is this why everyone's been following me around?"
"Yes." The three woman said in usion.
"Oh my god, you guys are a bunch of gossips!" Lita yelled flinging her ring shirt at Stacy as she took it off. It however missed the blonde.
"Answer the question already!" Nidia yelled in anticipation, the first time she really had talked to the girls.
Lita pulled on a WM 17 t-shirt and looked down at Nidia "You really want to know?"
The girl nodded, a stony look on her face.
"We sat outside and talked for awhile."
"Awhile? You didn't come back until after two." Stacy said, aware of this since they where rooming together that day.
"We where talking outside, until 11, and then went to a little 24 hour diner for a bite to eat and talked until 1:30." Lita answered casually.
"Yeah right." Stacy said, challenging the red haired Diva.
"Ok you caught me." Lita said sarcastically, of course this was lost to the Divas who thrived on gossip. Even Victoria, no matter how crazy she way, she was female and loved her gossip.
"Ok, ok, go on." Stacy urged.
"We made mad passionate monkey love behind the dumpster." and threw her hands in the air in defeat.
"Oh my god, really?" Nidia said in amazement.
"No!" Lita yelled, ducking from the t-shirt she had thrown at her from Stacy. "We just talked, god and let everybody else know too!" With that, she picked up a duffel bag and left.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Eric Bischoff sat at his desk in his office, Sheriff Austin sat across from him.
"You wanted to see me Eric?"
Bischoff looked up at the bald headed man. "Yeah, I'm worried."
"Worried? About what?"
Eric sighed, eyeing Austin. Randy Orton and Batista. They are both, arrogant and violent, which I normally love. But with all this controversy and without Hunter's guidance I'm afraid of what their capable of.
Austin stroked his goatee in thought, eyeing his former adversary.
"What do you suggest?"
Eric slammed his head on his desk. "I can't think of anything accept trading them over to Smackdown!"
"Hold on, I got me an idea."
Eric looked up from his desk. "I'm listening."
"How about getting those boys someone to, sort of have say over their careers so they don't head in the wrong direction?"
"Like who?" The general manager asked.
"Like a manager."
Author: Remain Nameless, other wise known as Kay
Email: RemainNameless17@aol.com
Rating:; PG-13 because I tend to write with a potty mouth
Disclaimer: I don't own nobody, or nothing. I'm not THAT Creative
Summary; When Randy Orton and Batista break from Evolution, ERIC BISCHOFF thinks they need a little guidance. That's where
a certain Red Head comes in
Pairing; I'm not sure, but I think I'm going for a little bit of Edge, so watch out! I may surprise you.
Author's Notes: My story has taken a little twist. everything is of my own imagination and not really going along with the show AT all,
accept Evolution and Triple H gone and everything. I've been brainstorming this story for awhile. Anyways the big difference is H
stayed on Smackdown! or my story won't work. Maybe down the line the shnoz will make a come back, but currently he will be MIA.
Anyways, I thought, geez, wouldn't it be funny if Batista (the beast!) and Randy Orton (the legend killer) careers where left in the
hands of a woman? And then I thought how about thee woman? Lita! woohoo! Anyways, down the line I will add a few characters for
my own pleasure and amusement because writing Randy and Batista is so depressing if I keep them in character, so if I dont..Im
so fricken sorry! For now I'm going for a Lita/Edge pairing because its the first I want to work with since I'm such a huge fan of Renee,
so catch a little Lita/Edge stuff through the story. Also one last thing, they are in character. Theirs no Amy, Adam, their Lita, Batista,
etc. etc.
This Character's Notes: A…a woohoo! Ch2. Notes? None
Music Notes: Voice of the Voiceless by Rage Against the Machine. You noticing my music taste?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
UGH!, UGH!
C'mon, check it
Through steel walls
Your voice blastin' on
True rebel my brother Mumia
I reflect upon
You be tha spark
That set tha prairie fires on
Make tha masses a mastodon path
To trample tha fascists on
At fifteen exposed Philly's finest killing machine
With boots and mad guns
They tried to pacify you young
Cause and effect
Smell tha smoke and tha breeze
My panther my brother
We are at war until you're free
You'll never silence tha voice of tha voiceless
You'll never silence tha voice of tha voiceless
You see tha powerful got nervous
Cause he refused to be their servant
'Cause he spit truth
And burned like black churches
Prose and verses
A million poor in hearses
Watch tha decision of Dred Scott
As it reserves
So long as tha rope
Is tight around Mumia's neck
Let there be no rich white life
We bound to respect
Cause and effect
Can't ya smell tha smoke in tha breeze
My panther my brother we are at war until you're free
You'll never silence tha voice of tha voiceless
You'll never silence tha voice of tha voiceless
You'll never silence tha voice of tha voiceless
You'll never silence tha voice of tha voiceless
And Orwell's hell a terror era coming through
But this little brother's watching you too
And Orwell's hell a terror era coming through
But this little brother's watching you too
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
One week Later
~~~~~~~~~~
The red haired Diva leaned down undoing her wrestling boots. It was one hell of a match. Her and the Woman's champ took down Jazz and the former woman's champ. She again got the pin fall victory. It was very exciting.
"That was wonderful." Victoria said as she removed her top and reached for her Raw t-shirt.
Lita shoved her boots to the floor, and reached down to unbutton her shorts. They weren't alone however. Stacy was across the locker room keeping her distance from Victoria, and Nidia was close by the blonde, perhaps getting some helpful advice from the blonde?
Stacy however had been keeping a close eye on Lita all day. Just watching her, by now it was freaking her out. Of course if Stacy wanted to speak to her in private it wasn't anytime soon since Victoria had claimed her all day. It seemed almost everyone was following her around today, even Stone Cold was following her when she was talking to Victoria earlier.
"OK, WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?" She finally yelled, throwing her boots in Stacy's direction to let her know she was talking to her. She stood up, reaching for a pair of loose fitting pants, and put them on, watching Stacy. Silence. Lita let out a frustrated growl. "Well?"
Stacy let out a loud breath, one she must have been holding for quite some time. "What happened last Monday?"
"What do you mean what happened last Monday?" Lita asked, zipping up the pants. "We went to the draft and then we went out for drinks, and you got cocked off your ass. How could you not remember that?"
Victoria, and even Nidia across the room let out a giggle.
Stacy placed her hands on her hips, and cocked her head to the side, obviously not amused. "I don't mean me, I meant you. When you went out with Edge afterwards, you know, to catch up." She said, quoting catch up with her fingers.
It seemed the other two girl wanted to know also, because Victoria moved in close to Lita, and Nidia even close, sitting on Lita's other side, the closest she had ever come close to Victoria.
"What? Is this why everyone's been following me around?"
"Yes." The three woman said in usion.
"Oh my god, you guys are a bunch of gossips!" Lita yelled flinging her ring shirt at Stacy as she took it off. It however missed the blonde.
"Answer the question already!" Nidia yelled in anticipation, the first time she really had talked to the girls.
Lita pulled on a WM 17 t-shirt and looked down at Nidia "You really want to know?"
The girl nodded, a stony look on her face.
"We sat outside and talked for awhile."
"Awhile? You didn't come back until after two." Stacy said, aware of this since they where rooming together that day.
"We where talking outside, until 11, and then went to a little 24 hour diner for a bite to eat and talked until 1:30." Lita answered casually.
"Yeah right." Stacy said, challenging the red haired Diva.
"Ok you caught me." Lita said sarcastically, of course this was lost to the Divas who thrived on gossip. Even Victoria, no matter how crazy she way, she was female and loved her gossip.
"Ok, ok, go on." Stacy urged.
"We made mad passionate monkey love behind the dumpster." and threw her hands in the air in defeat.
"Oh my god, really?" Nidia said in amazement.
"No!" Lita yelled, ducking from the t-shirt she had thrown at her from Stacy. "We just talked, god and let everybody else know too!" With that, she picked up a duffel bag and left.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Eric Bischoff sat at his desk in his office, Sheriff Austin sat across from him.
"You wanted to see me Eric?"
Bischoff looked up at the bald headed man. "Yeah, I'm worried."
"Worried? About what?"
Eric sighed, eyeing Austin. Randy Orton and Batista. They are both, arrogant and violent, which I normally love. But with all this controversy and without Hunter's guidance I'm afraid of what their capable of.
Austin stroked his goatee in thought, eyeing his former adversary.
"What do you suggest?"
Eric slammed his head on his desk. "I can't think of anything accept trading them over to Smackdown!"
"Hold on, I got me an idea."
Eric looked up from his desk. "I'm listening."
"How about getting those boys someone to, sort of have say over their careers so they don't head in the wrong direction?"
"Like who?" The general manager asked.
"Like a manager."