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.
Chapter's Notes: I dedicate this chapter to Paprica and Shinna for taking the time to read this! Also, This takes place the same night as the previous chapter. Just a little later on. Also I have some cuteness just for you Paprica! Also, the Raw match I mention, is the one from Heat but it's on Raw to make it work.
Music Notes: Ozzy Osbourne's "Tonight."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Now I'm back out on the street again
It never rains unless it pours
Try to get back on my feet again
I hear the raging thunder as it roars
Tonight, tonight
Is it just a rhapsody
Or am I right?
Tonight, tonight
Is it all a mystery?
I just can't fight no more
I hear the questions surface in my mind
Of my mistakes that I have made
Times and places I have left behind
And am I ever gonna make the grade?
Tonight, tonight
Is it just a rhapsody
Or am I right?
Tonight, tonight
Is it all a mystery?
I just can't fight no more
As I beat my head against the wall
Running 'round in circles in vain
I'm feeling three foot tall
You don't understand
I'm fading away
Don't want your pity or your sympathy
It isn't gonna prove a thing to me
Good intentions pave the way to hell
Don't you worry when you hear me sing
Tonight, tonight
Is it just a rhapsody
Or am I right?
Tonight, tonight
Is it all a mystery?
I just can't fight
~~~~~~~~~~~~
The balding man stared down the shorter one. A moment of uncomfortable silence passed between them as the General Manager of Raw thought over the Sheriff's proposal.
After what seemed like and hour, he finally spoke. "A Manager?"
Stone Cold leaned toward Bischoff. "I'm not saying I like those little bastards, but we lost a few good men last week. We can't afford to loose more superstars. That's why we needs somebody tough and qualified and can handle those boys. They can say what's right, and what's wrong and lead them on a good path."
Bischoff leaned forward also. "Why not Flair?"
Austin cleared his throat, and raised an eyebrow, eyeing Bischoff with an expression that literally said "Duh."
Bischoff thought on it, then nodded his head. "Alright, your right. Get me Batista and Randy. We have to break up Evolution if were going to save Raw."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Drooling much?" Lita asked as she sat next to Stacy on the bench of the woman's locker room.
Lita was drenched in sweat from the match she had just competed in against Jazz. It was good, and fortunately she got the victory.
Stacy turned from the monitor, to the red headed beauty. "Hmm?"
"Oh, like it's not so obvious you want the man." Lita said nodding her head toward the screen where the object of Stacy's affection stood. In the middle of the king holding the intercontinental belt, basking in the boo's for his arrogant little ego. Yes, Randy Orton. Lita had to admit the guy was hot, but his arrogance turned her off and poor little Stacy didn't need that after her rocky relationship with Test.
"I saw you, drooling over Mr. Ego."
"It's not fair!" Stacy said with a pout, throwing her hands up in defeat. "He probably doesn't even notice I exist."
"Oh trust me Stace, he knows you exist. Anybody with two eyes in their head knows you exist."
Stacy gave her a heart sick smile. "He's so hot." She moaned, laying down on the bench.
Lita stood up and began to undress as Stacy went on with her top ten reasons why Randy was so perfect.
Lita had heard it so much she had it memorized.
1) Gorgeous (sigh)
2) Gorgeous in tights. (Bigger sigh)
3) Cute face
4) wrestling skills
5) Body (Giddy laugh)
6) Confident (Then yells at Lita when she says "You mean arrogant!")
7) Smart (Then throws something at Lita when she says "Compared to what?")
8) Hot
9) Gorgeous with normal cloths.
10) Perfect (Then lets out a frustrated moan and a "It's not fair!)
Lita turned to her friend as she buttoned a pair of pants she use to wear to the ring , but now wore it for regular cloths. She reached for her sweater as she made her suggestion. "Why don't you just ask the man out?"
Stacy sat up suddenly, eyes round as orbs with horror. "I Can't do that!"
Lita turned her back to her friend putting on a sweatshirt. "And why not?"
"Because I can't!"
Lita turned back to Stacy. "Yes you can, all you do is move your lips, tell him he's your god and then ask him out and listen to him praise himself all night. A one sided relationship, but if you get plastic surgery to look like him, you could probably make the relationship work."
Stacy picked up Lita's discarded ring t-shirt, and threw it at the red head. "Ah! Why do you always give me a hard time."
Lita threw her duffel bag over her shoulder. "Then get a healthy obsession. I'll see at the room." And with that she left.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Sure."
Easy enough.
Stone Cold eyed Randy. "Your aware this means breaking ties with Flair right?"
"I'm aware of that." the legend killer stated ignoring Batista's horrified looks he kept shooting at Randy.
"Alright, I' thinking-"
"My terms." Randy stated cutting off a shocked Bischoff.
"Excuse me?" Steve Austin said as cold as his catch name.
"My terms, I have only 3."
Bischoff looked to Austin, then back to Randy. "Ok."
"Term One, female. Term two, hot. Term three, can do more then well..manage." he said with a cat's grin.
Austin looked to Bischoff, then back to Randy.
"Now Randy-"
"Deal." Stone Cold said interrupting Bischoff. "We'll give you just what you asked for."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"What the hell do you think you doing? Not one woman here at Raw would want to manage Randy Orton." Bischoff scolded as they made their way down the arena hall way, making their way toward the garage doors.
"Maybe, unless they owe me."
"Who owes you a favor Austin?" Bischoff yelled as they made their way to the door. Standing in front of the door, fumbling for the key she had been getting stood Lita, and Stone Cold was making a bee-line for her.
Bischoff suddenly got a bad feeling.
"Lita."
Lita looked up from her keys. "Austin, hey, something I can do for you?"
"Yeah, I need something from you."
"Sure, name it."
Bischoff suddenly got a REALLY bad feeling.
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.
Chapter's Notes: I dedicate this chapter to Paprica and Shinna for taking the time to read this! Also, This takes place the same night as the previous chapter. Just a little later on. Also I have some cuteness just for you Paprica! Also, the Raw match I mention, is the one from Heat but it's on Raw to make it work.
Music Notes: Ozzy Osbourne's "Tonight."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Now I'm back out on the street again
It never rains unless it pours
Try to get back on my feet again
I hear the raging thunder as it roars
Tonight, tonight
Is it just a rhapsody
Or am I right?
Tonight, tonight
Is it all a mystery?
I just can't fight no more
I hear the questions surface in my mind
Of my mistakes that I have made
Times and places I have left behind
And am I ever gonna make the grade?
Tonight, tonight
Is it just a rhapsody
Or am I right?
Tonight, tonight
Is it all a mystery?
I just can't fight no more
As I beat my head against the wall
Running 'round in circles in vain
I'm feeling three foot tall
You don't understand
I'm fading away
Don't want your pity or your sympathy
It isn't gonna prove a thing to me
Good intentions pave the way to hell
Don't you worry when you hear me sing
Tonight, tonight
Is it just a rhapsody
Or am I right?
Tonight, tonight
Is it all a mystery?
I just can't fight
~~~~~~~~~~~~
The balding man stared down the shorter one. A moment of uncomfortable silence passed between them as the General Manager of Raw thought over the Sheriff's proposal.
After what seemed like and hour, he finally spoke. "A Manager?"
Stone Cold leaned toward Bischoff. "I'm not saying I like those little bastards, but we lost a few good men last week. We can't afford to loose more superstars. That's why we needs somebody tough and qualified and can handle those boys. They can say what's right, and what's wrong and lead them on a good path."
Bischoff leaned forward also. "Why not Flair?"
Austin cleared his throat, and raised an eyebrow, eyeing Bischoff with an expression that literally said "Duh."
Bischoff thought on it, then nodded his head. "Alright, your right. Get me Batista and Randy. We have to break up Evolution if were going to save Raw."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Drooling much?" Lita asked as she sat next to Stacy on the bench of the woman's locker room.
Lita was drenched in sweat from the match she had just competed in against Jazz. It was good, and fortunately she got the victory.
Stacy turned from the monitor, to the red headed beauty. "Hmm?"
"Oh, like it's not so obvious you want the man." Lita said nodding her head toward the screen where the object of Stacy's affection stood. In the middle of the king holding the intercontinental belt, basking in the boo's for his arrogant little ego. Yes, Randy Orton. Lita had to admit the guy was hot, but his arrogance turned her off and poor little Stacy didn't need that after her rocky relationship with Test.
"I saw you, drooling over Mr. Ego."
"It's not fair!" Stacy said with a pout, throwing her hands up in defeat. "He probably doesn't even notice I exist."
"Oh trust me Stace, he knows you exist. Anybody with two eyes in their head knows you exist."
Stacy gave her a heart sick smile. "He's so hot." She moaned, laying down on the bench.
Lita stood up and began to undress as Stacy went on with her top ten reasons why Randy was so perfect.
Lita had heard it so much she had it memorized.
1) Gorgeous (sigh)
2) Gorgeous in tights. (Bigger sigh)
3) Cute face
4) wrestling skills
5) Body (Giddy laugh)
6) Confident (Then yells at Lita when she says "You mean arrogant!")
7) Smart (Then throws something at Lita when she says "Compared to what?")
8) Hot
9) Gorgeous with normal cloths.
10) Perfect (Then lets out a frustrated moan and a "It's not fair!)
Lita turned to her friend as she buttoned a pair of pants she use to wear to the ring , but now wore it for regular cloths. She reached for her sweater as she made her suggestion. "Why don't you just ask the man out?"
Stacy sat up suddenly, eyes round as orbs with horror. "I Can't do that!"
Lita turned her back to her friend putting on a sweatshirt. "And why not?"
"Because I can't!"
Lita turned back to Stacy. "Yes you can, all you do is move your lips, tell him he's your god and then ask him out and listen to him praise himself all night. A one sided relationship, but if you get plastic surgery to look like him, you could probably make the relationship work."
Stacy picked up Lita's discarded ring t-shirt, and threw it at the red head. "Ah! Why do you always give me a hard time."
Lita threw her duffel bag over her shoulder. "Then get a healthy obsession. I'll see at the room." And with that she left.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Sure."
Easy enough.
Stone Cold eyed Randy. "Your aware this means breaking ties with Flair right?"
"I'm aware of that." the legend killer stated ignoring Batista's horrified looks he kept shooting at Randy.
"Alright, I' thinking-"
"My terms." Randy stated cutting off a shocked Bischoff.
"Excuse me?" Steve Austin said as cold as his catch name.
"My terms, I have only 3."
Bischoff looked to Austin, then back to Randy. "Ok."
"Term One, female. Term two, hot. Term three, can do more then well..manage." he said with a cat's grin.
Austin looked to Bischoff, then back to Randy.
"Now Randy-"
"Deal." Stone Cold said interrupting Bischoff. "We'll give you just what you asked for."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"What the hell do you think you doing? Not one woman here at Raw would want to manage Randy Orton." Bischoff scolded as they made their way down the arena hall way, making their way toward the garage doors.
"Maybe, unless they owe me."
"Who owes you a favor Austin?" Bischoff yelled as they made their way to the door. Standing in front of the door, fumbling for the key she had been getting stood Lita, and Stone Cold was making a bee-line for her.
Bischoff suddenly got a bad feeling.
"Lita."
Lita looked up from her keys. "Austin, hey, something I can do for you?"
"Yeah, I need something from you."
"Sure, name it."
Bischoff suddenly got a REALLY bad feeling.