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: I decided to stop posting the same ol Author Notes and just replace this with chapter notes, Id love you input and ideas so email them to me! Now let me tell you guys something. I've been terrified to write a romantic fanfic, afraid to act like a fool. Even though I'm perfectly old enough (18) I' just terrified, so this is my first time, so please, please give me advice and bare with the horribleness (heehee)
Music Notes: Kittie's What I always Wanted
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Opened up it's revealed
Savour this
Dont get lost in a lie
Hit or miss
Beside, my self, with doubt
push on what's to come must be proved
Focus bliss
Charcoal stares
One foot at a time
Smear those lies
I thought I found (once i fought)
What I always wanted
Bear with me (bear with me)
I thought I found (once i fought)
What I always wanted
Bear with me (bear with me)
Certainty
Not at hand
I can't keep my eyes shut
Chose not to listen
I thought I found (once i fought)
What I always wanted
Bear with me (bear with me)
I thought I found (once i fought)
What I always wanted
Bear with me (bear with me)
I got what I wanted
I got just what I always wanted
I got what I wanted
I got just what I always wanted
Once
I
Fought
~~~~~~~~~~
Lita was fuming, making her way in the hotel lounge room.
She was only an hour late, but most of the people she would go out with would be buzzed or be pleasantly wasted by now. This only soured her only sour mood, because she couldn't sit and get drunk with her friends and tell them about the horrible turn her career had just taken. But no, she had to sit and baby-sit.
God, she needed to a drink, and she needed to talk to somebody.
The red head had not even bother to change into something more appropriate for her surrounding instead of something she just threw on, which she had.
She shoved her way through the double doors of the bar, letting them slam behind her with a loud band, having everyone in the bar jump.
Lita made her way straight for the bar, except her gorgeous blonde friend Stacy Keibler stepped in way to stop her.
"Where have you been?" She asked, hands on her perfectly curved hips, head cocked to the side. She definitely had put a lot of thought into the outfit. She wore a cute little baby pink dress, that came up right above her knees, the top fit like a baby T while the bottom was similar to that of a cheerleader's skirt. Her makeup was simple letting her natural beauty shine threw. So this was Stacy's plan.
"So this is your new plan?"
Stacy looked down at her dress then back up at her friend.
"What? Well kind of. Part of it."
"And what is it?"
Stacy gave a sad smile. "I took your advice. Get a healthy obsession. I'm sure I can get at least one guy to dance with me in this."
Lita blinked in disbelief. "Really?"
"Well I'm making an effort."
"It's a not get Randy jealous plan?"
Stacy gave a sheepish smile. "Well it wouldn't hurt."
Lita giggled a little, feeling the best she had all day. "So where's the girls?"
"Um, I think Victoria and Steven Richard went back to their room and Nidia hooked up with some guy name Jim Bob from Texas and went to her room." With that the blonde gave a shudder.
Lita gave a shudder at the thought as well.
"So you look kind of pissed, what's wrong?"
Lita paused, debating if she should say anything. "I'll tell you later."
The blonde nodded satisfied, then made her way to the center of the lounge which had become the unofficial dance floor.
The red headed diva made her way to the bar, sitting on one of the stools.
"Anything I can get you?" The bartender, a young guy, probably still in college asked.
"Something strong." She asked.
He nodded, and came back handing a Mikes Hard Lemonade. She scowled at the very very week drink that was not even alcohol that the man gave her. "THANKS!" She called after him as he disappeared.
It was the total opposite of what she asked for. Shrugging off her disappointment, she turned in her seat to watch the dance floor as she slowly sipped her drink.
She spotted Stacy dancing closely to a big buff guy on the dance floor, not taking her eyes off him. By the look on Stacy's face she was defiantly was enjoying herself.
They where going to a fast R&B tune, and Stacy moved perfectly to the music, when they turned Lita got a good look at her dance partners face.
Batista.
Lita almost choked on her drink, shocked.
Her hazel eyes darted around nervously around the lounge, seeing Randy sitting down across the room, watching Batista and Randy.
A thought crossed her mind. Maybe Stacy's plan was actually going to work.
~~~~~~~~~
"DIRTY!" Stacy chanted with the crowd. She was watching a tape of the highlight reel of Chris Jericho's segment.
"DISGUSTING!"
Lita emerged from the bathroom in a bathrobe, her hair wet, sticking in wet clumps to her shoulders. A laugh was lodged in her throat listening to Stacy speak with the crowd every few seconds.
"HO!"
Lita laughed at Stacy. She reached next to her, grabbing her brush and began to brush out the snarls from her shower.
Stacy turned the tape off, got up and ran over to Lita, hopping on the bed. Then sat cross legged on the bed. "So."
"So?" Lita asked in confusion.
"What had your panties all up in a bunch earlier?"
The smile faded from Lita's face, the horrible memory returning. "Oh."
"Oh? Oh what?"
"Oh, I just remembered."
"Ok, so now tell me."
Lita let in a deep sigh. "Well, Austin kind of told me I had to do something. I'm not sure he wanted me to tell anyone."
Stacy's face showed that she was getting more interested by the second. "Ok, ok, god on!"
Lita's face took on one of anger. "I'm Randy Orton and Batista's new manager."
"WHAT!" Stacy yelled at the top of her longs. She however had a different reaction, one of amusement and giddiness. "Oh my god Lita!" She yelled pouncing on the red head, causing her to fall on her back, Stacy on top of her friend, gripping her shoulders.
"Do you know what this means? Your Randy's manager, I'm your friend. It's fate."
"THIS IS AMAZING! YOUR AMAZING! GOD I LOVE YOU LITA!" She said with excitement.
With that last bit of dialogue (This is amazing, etc.) Chris Jericho entered the room, since he had been invited over earlier by Stacy for his great segment. His eye's got wide at the perfectly innocent scene, but however didn't look innocent and because of what Stacy said out of enthusiasm didn't sound innocent either.
"Wow, now this is quite interesting. You learn something new everyday. Lita. Stacy, wow." Jericho answered, the embarrassment leaving his face and replaced with a cheshire cat grin. "So um lady, why did you invite me hear?"
Both ladies sat up, and wailed pillows at him.
"Haha Jericho, NOT funny."
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: I decided to stop posting the same ol Author Notes and just replace this with chapter notes, Id love you input and ideas so email them to me! Now let me tell you guys something. I've been terrified to write a romantic fanfic, afraid to act like a fool. Even though I'm perfectly old enough (18) I' just terrified, so this is my first time, so please, please give me advice and bare with the horribleness (heehee)
Music Notes: Kittie's What I always Wanted
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Opened up it's revealed
Savour this
Dont get lost in a lie
Hit or miss
Beside, my self, with doubt
push on what's to come must be proved
Focus bliss
Charcoal stares
One foot at a time
Smear those lies
I thought I found (once i fought)
What I always wanted
Bear with me (bear with me)
I thought I found (once i fought)
What I always wanted
Bear with me (bear with me)
Certainty
Not at hand
I can't keep my eyes shut
Chose not to listen
I thought I found (once i fought)
What I always wanted
Bear with me (bear with me)
I thought I found (once i fought)
What I always wanted
Bear with me (bear with me)
I got what I wanted
I got just what I always wanted
I got what I wanted
I got just what I always wanted
Once
I
Fought
~~~~~~~~~~
Lita was fuming, making her way in the hotel lounge room.
She was only an hour late, but most of the people she would go out with would be buzzed or be pleasantly wasted by now. This only soured her only sour mood, because she couldn't sit and get drunk with her friends and tell them about the horrible turn her career had just taken. But no, she had to sit and baby-sit.
God, she needed to a drink, and she needed to talk to somebody.
The red head had not even bother to change into something more appropriate for her surrounding instead of something she just threw on, which she had.
She shoved her way through the double doors of the bar, letting them slam behind her with a loud band, having everyone in the bar jump.
Lita made her way straight for the bar, except her gorgeous blonde friend Stacy Keibler stepped in way to stop her.
"Where have you been?" She asked, hands on her perfectly curved hips, head cocked to the side. She definitely had put a lot of thought into the outfit. She wore a cute little baby pink dress, that came up right above her knees, the top fit like a baby T while the bottom was similar to that of a cheerleader's skirt. Her makeup was simple letting her natural beauty shine threw. So this was Stacy's plan.
"So this is your new plan?"
Stacy looked down at her dress then back up at her friend.
"What? Well kind of. Part of it."
"And what is it?"
Stacy gave a sad smile. "I took your advice. Get a healthy obsession. I'm sure I can get at least one guy to dance with me in this."
Lita blinked in disbelief. "Really?"
"Well I'm making an effort."
"It's a not get Randy jealous plan?"
Stacy gave a sheepish smile. "Well it wouldn't hurt."
Lita giggled a little, feeling the best she had all day. "So where's the girls?"
"Um, I think Victoria and Steven Richard went back to their room and Nidia hooked up with some guy name Jim Bob from Texas and went to her room." With that the blonde gave a shudder.
Lita gave a shudder at the thought as well.
"So you look kind of pissed, what's wrong?"
Lita paused, debating if she should say anything. "I'll tell you later."
The blonde nodded satisfied, then made her way to the center of the lounge which had become the unofficial dance floor.
The red headed diva made her way to the bar, sitting on one of the stools.
"Anything I can get you?" The bartender, a young guy, probably still in college asked.
"Something strong." She asked.
He nodded, and came back handing a Mikes Hard Lemonade. She scowled at the very very week drink that was not even alcohol that the man gave her. "THANKS!" She called after him as he disappeared.
It was the total opposite of what she asked for. Shrugging off her disappointment, she turned in her seat to watch the dance floor as she slowly sipped her drink.
She spotted Stacy dancing closely to a big buff guy on the dance floor, not taking her eyes off him. By the look on Stacy's face she was defiantly was enjoying herself.
They where going to a fast R&B tune, and Stacy moved perfectly to the music, when they turned Lita got a good look at her dance partners face.
Batista.
Lita almost choked on her drink, shocked.
Her hazel eyes darted around nervously around the lounge, seeing Randy sitting down across the room, watching Batista and Randy.
A thought crossed her mind. Maybe Stacy's plan was actually going to work.
~~~~~~~~~
"DIRTY!" Stacy chanted with the crowd. She was watching a tape of the highlight reel of Chris Jericho's segment.
"DISGUSTING!"
Lita emerged from the bathroom in a bathrobe, her hair wet, sticking in wet clumps to her shoulders. A laugh was lodged in her throat listening to Stacy speak with the crowd every few seconds.
"HO!"
Lita laughed at Stacy. She reached next to her, grabbing her brush and began to brush out the snarls from her shower.
Stacy turned the tape off, got up and ran over to Lita, hopping on the bed. Then sat cross legged on the bed. "So."
"So?" Lita asked in confusion.
"What had your panties all up in a bunch earlier?"
The smile faded from Lita's face, the horrible memory returning. "Oh."
"Oh? Oh what?"
"Oh, I just remembered."
"Ok, so now tell me."
Lita let in a deep sigh. "Well, Austin kind of told me I had to do something. I'm not sure he wanted me to tell anyone."
Stacy's face showed that she was getting more interested by the second. "Ok, ok, god on!"
Lita's face took on one of anger. "I'm Randy Orton and Batista's new manager."
"WHAT!" Stacy yelled at the top of her longs. She however had a different reaction, one of amusement and giddiness. "Oh my god Lita!" She yelled pouncing on the red head, causing her to fall on her back, Stacy on top of her friend, gripping her shoulders.
"Do you know what this means? Your Randy's manager, I'm your friend. It's fate."
"THIS IS AMAZING! YOUR AMAZING! GOD I LOVE YOU LITA!" She said with excitement.
With that last bit of dialogue (This is amazing, etc.) Chris Jericho entered the room, since he had been invited over earlier by Stacy for his great segment. His eye's got wide at the perfectly innocent scene, but however didn't look innocent and because of what Stacy said out of enthusiasm didn't sound innocent either.
"Wow, now this is quite interesting. You learn something new everyday. Lita. Stacy, wow." Jericho answered, the embarrassment leaving his face and replaced with a cheshire cat grin. "So um lady, why did you invite me hear?"
Both ladies sat up, and wailed pillows at him.
"Haha Jericho, NOT funny."