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; ::rocks back and forth:: im soooooo confused! confusion! Two pairings I very much
like are possibilitys..what did i get myself into? AHHH! I like the whole Raw thing...but I
can't just ignore what I have done. Oh idea..I have an Idea for a story! I wanna do a little
co-writing thing. Email me If interested!
Author's Notes: Yes....I have finally posted Hatebreed. Also also also, wasn't Raw reeking of
awsomeness? Lol! Lita was up close and center of the show. I so want to see her team with Y2J
to take out the acronym twins (CLB,etc?) that would be so awsome. He was rooting for Lita again,
and remember, "she is extreme!" yes oh yes, suicide dive anyone. I still got butterflys in my
belly! Im so kicking myself right now for not taping it because I didnt get to here him because
my cousins kid was screaming the whole time just to piss me off because he knows I love Lita.
Im so upset right now and I must see it again! Woah is me!
Music Notes: "A Lesson Lived Is A Lesson Learned" Hatebreed...Isn't the lyrics perfect?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Do it
Some scars are meant to be worn with pride.
Everyday is knowledge to use in life.
A lesson lived is a lesson learned.
Setbacks used to propel me forward
Misjudgment taken as force to do right,
A better outlook a mindset of power.
Each day resolve and reform.
A lesson lived is a lesson learned
You've got to fend for yourself
A lesson lived is a lesson learned
Everyday is a lesson.
Said so many things that I wish I could retract
I've got my issues, I've got my demons
Finished what I began and finally saw.
It's how you use the knowledge you've been given.
Stood tall when others would have turned and run.
Put my work in when everyone quit.
Claw and tear for everything I have.
And I've only just began
A lesson lived is a lesson learned
You've got to fend for yourself
A lesson lived is a lesson learned
Everyday is a lesson
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The phone rang loudly through out the hotel room.
Chris turned on his side, sitting up and giving the phone a look, a look that would of blown up
the phone if he had any super powers of any kind. Unfortunatly, he didn't. Getting up, he
looked at the bed side clock that read 6:00 a.m.
"Damn it, whoever that is I'll kick their ass!" he yelled, picking up the phone and answering rudely. "What?"
"Jericho? What in the blue hell are you doing there?" Came the Texas drawl of Stone Cold.
Jericho's eyes got wide. "Um, I was sharing with Christain..."
"Right, right." Steve interupted. "Is Lita there?"
Jericho looked over to her bed and was surprised to see it empty. "Um no-"
"Alright, tell her we want her at the hotel room in an hour. Randy and Batista will be here."
A look of confusion swept across the Canadian's face. "Alright...I'll tell her."
"Alright, bye."
"Bye." Jericho answered, and hung up the phone. He looked over at Lita's empty bed, when the hotel room door opened and Lita
slipped in. A deer in the head lights look crossed her face.
"Oh..Chris. Hey, what are you doing up?"
"Where were you?" Jericho said as if he were a worried father.
"I was out."
Jericho crossed his arms over his bare chest (ooohhh imagery..yumm) "At this time."
Lita made her way past her friend, heading toward the bathroom.
"Don't just ignore me young lady."
The red head turned, her hair whipping behind her, turning her head so aruptly. "Excuse me. DADDY. didn't
know I needed permission to go out."
A look of confusion crossed the blonde canadians face. Thinking on what she said.
"Now excuse me I need to shower."
Jericho looked up sharply.
"Wait! You can't."
"Why not?" Lita said, obviously amused.
"Austin called, he says go the hotel room in an hour."
"An hour?" She cried in disbelief. "An hour? Oh my god you jerk, why didn't you tell me!" She yelled
throwing the bath towel in hand. Quickly, she ran out of the hotel room, slamming the hotel room
door behind, leaving the sexy beast puzzled.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Randy sat across the table, an amused smile on his face as he watch Austin and Eric Bischoff
across the desk.
"So, you got me a manager? She cute?"
"I believe the quality of her work would be important." Austin stated, staring down the younger
man.
"Oh of course, I mean, but when I wake up in bed the next morning after I work I don't want to be
looking at a damn dog."
"Yes Randy, shes cute, let's move on. Now just sign the damn contract." Bischoff said, throwing
the papers at the boy.
"Ok, touchy, touchy." Leaning over he signed the papers. A moment later, he placed the pen down
and looked up at Eric Bischoff. "So, will I be pleased, she good at her "job"." Randy said, using
job in quotations with his fingers.
"Very good, a champion. A professional." Stone Cold said, all seriousness but Bischoff knew he
was getting a kick out of this all the same.
"Oh, a professional? So she knows the......game? well?" Randy replied, a smile plastered on
his face.
"Yes, Professional, Game. Now where is she Austin?" Eric said in a hurry looking at the sheriff.
The bald man only waved him off. "She'll be here."
As on que, the hotel room door flew open, and in ran the extreme, red headed diva. "Ok, Im here, sorry
Chris was over, Stacy and him got drunk, long story-" Lita was cut off when Randy and Batista
got up, walking over her, circling her. "OK, um, could you stop staring at me."
After a moment, Batista extended his hand in a handshake. "Hi, Im Dav-" However he was cut off
by Randy shoving his friends hand away, and stating, more like yelling his dissaproval.
"WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?"
"It looks like you manager." Austin said with his drawl.
Randy turned to Austin. "What the hell is this? This is not what I asked for, shes not hot, or
knows what she's doing and this is the dog I was ta-"
Randy however, a shock to him was cut off. "EXCUSE ME?!" by his new manager
He looked back at her. "Sorry was I talking to you?" He snapped.
"No, but you were talking ABOUT me, so that makes it my busisness. I don't give a shit if your
the legend killer or Ric Flair's nanny boy, I will not be referred to what you just said about me
or any girl that was forced into this postion. What you think I volunteered? Hell no. I would never,
ever, manage a crack pot, icon wannabe snot nosed pampered ass hole unless I had to, if my job depended
on it. But guess what? It does. So you know what, Mr. Legend Killer, You deal with it because I sure
as hell am not looking forward to this."
Randy went to open his mouth, but Lita interupted him. "Did I say you could talk? No. So shut the hell
up and meet me at the arena monday night, at 5. Or I will make sure you have a unemplyment check
inyour mailbox by the end of the month." With a deep heave she looked to Austin.
"We done?"
"Were done Lita, thankyou."
"Thanks." Turning on her heel, she made an exit, leaving Randy's jaw on the floor, Batista with a
shocked and almost fearful expression on his face and Austin with a giant grin on his.
Looking up at Bischoff he said with a smile. "See, I told you she was the girl for the job."
"Sure, if she doesn't KILL him." Bischoff through right back.
That was a possibility Austin could live with.
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; ::rocks back and forth:: im soooooo confused! confusion! Two pairings I very much
like are possibilitys..what did i get myself into? AHHH! I like the whole Raw thing...but I
can't just ignore what I have done. Oh idea..I have an Idea for a story! I wanna do a little
co-writing thing. Email me If interested!
Author's Notes: Yes....I have finally posted Hatebreed. Also also also, wasn't Raw reeking of
awsomeness? Lol! Lita was up close and center of the show. I so want to see her team with Y2J
to take out the acronym twins (CLB,etc?) that would be so awsome. He was rooting for Lita again,
and remember, "she is extreme!" yes oh yes, suicide dive anyone. I still got butterflys in my
belly! Im so kicking myself right now for not taping it because I didnt get to here him because
my cousins kid was screaming the whole time just to piss me off because he knows I love Lita.
Im so upset right now and I must see it again! Woah is me!
Music Notes: "A Lesson Lived Is A Lesson Learned" Hatebreed...Isn't the lyrics perfect?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Do it
Some scars are meant to be worn with pride.
Everyday is knowledge to use in life.
A lesson lived is a lesson learned.
Setbacks used to propel me forward
Misjudgment taken as force to do right,
A better outlook a mindset of power.
Each day resolve and reform.
A lesson lived is a lesson learned
You've got to fend for yourself
A lesson lived is a lesson learned
Everyday is a lesson.
Said so many things that I wish I could retract
I've got my issues, I've got my demons
Finished what I began and finally saw.
It's how you use the knowledge you've been given.
Stood tall when others would have turned and run.
Put my work in when everyone quit.
Claw and tear for everything I have.
And I've only just began
A lesson lived is a lesson learned
You've got to fend for yourself
A lesson lived is a lesson learned
Everyday is a lesson
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The phone rang loudly through out the hotel room.
Chris turned on his side, sitting up and giving the phone a look, a look that would of blown up
the phone if he had any super powers of any kind. Unfortunatly, he didn't. Getting up, he
looked at the bed side clock that read 6:00 a.m.
"Damn it, whoever that is I'll kick their ass!" he yelled, picking up the phone and answering rudely. "What?"
"Jericho? What in the blue hell are you doing there?" Came the Texas drawl of Stone Cold.
Jericho's eyes got wide. "Um, I was sharing with Christain..."
"Right, right." Steve interupted. "Is Lita there?"
Jericho looked over to her bed and was surprised to see it empty. "Um no-"
"Alright, tell her we want her at the hotel room in an hour. Randy and Batista will be here."
A look of confusion swept across the Canadian's face. "Alright...I'll tell her."
"Alright, bye."
"Bye." Jericho answered, and hung up the phone. He looked over at Lita's empty bed, when the hotel room door opened and Lita
slipped in. A deer in the head lights look crossed her face.
"Oh..Chris. Hey, what are you doing up?"
"Where were you?" Jericho said as if he were a worried father.
"I was out."
Jericho crossed his arms over his bare chest (ooohhh imagery..yumm) "At this time."
Lita made her way past her friend, heading toward the bathroom.
"Don't just ignore me young lady."
The red head turned, her hair whipping behind her, turning her head so aruptly. "Excuse me. DADDY. didn't
know I needed permission to go out."
A look of confusion crossed the blonde canadians face. Thinking on what she said.
"Now excuse me I need to shower."
Jericho looked up sharply.
"Wait! You can't."
"Why not?" Lita said, obviously amused.
"Austin called, he says go the hotel room in an hour."
"An hour?" She cried in disbelief. "An hour? Oh my god you jerk, why didn't you tell me!" She yelled
throwing the bath towel in hand. Quickly, she ran out of the hotel room, slamming the hotel room
door behind, leaving the sexy beast puzzled.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Randy sat across the table, an amused smile on his face as he watch Austin and Eric Bischoff
across the desk.
"So, you got me a manager? She cute?"
"I believe the quality of her work would be important." Austin stated, staring down the younger
man.
"Oh of course, I mean, but when I wake up in bed the next morning after I work I don't want to be
looking at a damn dog."
"Yes Randy, shes cute, let's move on. Now just sign the damn contract." Bischoff said, throwing
the papers at the boy.
"Ok, touchy, touchy." Leaning over he signed the papers. A moment later, he placed the pen down
and looked up at Eric Bischoff. "So, will I be pleased, she good at her "job"." Randy said, using
job in quotations with his fingers.
"Very good, a champion. A professional." Stone Cold said, all seriousness but Bischoff knew he
was getting a kick out of this all the same.
"Oh, a professional? So she knows the......game? well?" Randy replied, a smile plastered on
his face.
"Yes, Professional, Game. Now where is she Austin?" Eric said in a hurry looking at the sheriff.
The bald man only waved him off. "She'll be here."
As on que, the hotel room door flew open, and in ran the extreme, red headed diva. "Ok, Im here, sorry
Chris was over, Stacy and him got drunk, long story-" Lita was cut off when Randy and Batista
got up, walking over her, circling her. "OK, um, could you stop staring at me."
After a moment, Batista extended his hand in a handshake. "Hi, Im Dav-" However he was cut off
by Randy shoving his friends hand away, and stating, more like yelling his dissaproval.
"WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?"
"It looks like you manager." Austin said with his drawl.
Randy turned to Austin. "What the hell is this? This is not what I asked for, shes not hot, or
knows what she's doing and this is the dog I was ta-"
Randy however, a shock to him was cut off. "EXCUSE ME?!" by his new manager
He looked back at her. "Sorry was I talking to you?" He snapped.
"No, but you were talking ABOUT me, so that makes it my busisness. I don't give a shit if your
the legend killer or Ric Flair's nanny boy, I will not be referred to what you just said about me
or any girl that was forced into this postion. What you think I volunteered? Hell no. I would never,
ever, manage a crack pot, icon wannabe snot nosed pampered ass hole unless I had to, if my job depended
on it. But guess what? It does. So you know what, Mr. Legend Killer, You deal with it because I sure
as hell am not looking forward to this."
Randy went to open his mouth, but Lita interupted him. "Did I say you could talk? No. So shut the hell
up and meet me at the arena monday night, at 5. Or I will make sure you have a unemplyment check
inyour mailbox by the end of the month." With a deep heave she looked to Austin.
"We done?"
"Were done Lita, thankyou."
"Thanks." Turning on her heel, she made an exit, leaving Randy's jaw on the floor, Batista with a
shocked and almost fearful expression on his face and Austin with a giant grin on his.
Looking up at Bischoff he said with a smile. "See, I told you she was the girl for the job."
"Sure, if she doesn't KILL him." Bischoff through right back.
That was a possibility Austin could live with.