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; All worked out for plot purposes
Author's Notes: Basically, I've got everything Worked out, for what makes sense for the plot. Also Randy is not idiot, he is aware
Lita is hot, it's just she won't give him any lovin.
Music Notes: "Conceived Through An Act Of Violence" By HateBreed
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Thrown into this living hell. I was thrown into this living hell. I am the
hatred taken from another's life. Born unwanted, extracted of all that is
humane. No one can relate to my abandonment. I walk this earth alone in
search of salvation. Forever, Forever. Forever. Alone. A tormented seed
given a chance to grow. The end result of moral choice. Only to live a
tortured life as the product of rape. Under a mother's face of innocence,
And a father with eyes of a demon. Conceived through an act of violence.
[x4] I was thrown into this living hell. I didn't ask to be this way. I was
thrown into this living hell.
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"Why didn't you say anything? She freakin embaressed me!" Randy yelled, inside his and Batista's hotel room. Batista sat at a
small desk in the hotel room looking over there schedule for the month, while as usaul, Randy sat on the bed and vented his anger
over Lita humiliating him.
"Because you deserved every word of it." Batista said, no emotion in his voice, not taking his eyes off the schedule in front of him on the desk.
"How'd I deserve it."
"Because you called her a dog, and you were very rude. Think of it this way. She doesn't want to be in this position any more then we do. We have to make it work.
You put us in this position anyways."
"How?" Randy growled out.
"The plan was to push for Ric, but you insisted on a female to keep you warm at night. You fell for it. You think your so smart? Austin is not a dumb man." Batisita added
as he checked someonething off on the sheet. Looking up at his sort of friend he added. "Besides I think she's cute."
"Oh course she's cute, but this is Lita. The closest she's ever going to come near my privates is to cause them extreme injury."
"I'd love to see that. You know what, I think we need a level headed woman to keep you on your toes."
Randy threw his friend a dirty look. "I really hate you."
"First of all, no you don't. Second of all, you never have trouble getting woman in your bed before."
An arrogant smile spread across Randy's handsome features. "Your right."
Looking back at the schedule Batista added his last piece of advice. "Were going to call her and tonight and apologize."
Randy looked over to Batista as if he was insane. "What makes you think you can tell me what I can do."
"Because I can break you in half."
"Good point."
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Stacy exited the bathroom, having washed the vomit out of her hair and dressed in jeans a t-shirt she looked semi sober.
Jericho layed on his stomach looking at magazine, his head titled, and was letting out a hearty laugh.
"What's so funny?" Stacy asked, sitting down next to the sexy beast.
Jericho looked at her, a smile on his face, then showed her what he was looking at. A picture of Randy Orton, and written in black
magic marker "Randy and Stacy 4 ever."
"OH MY GOD!" She yelled diving for the magazine, but Jericho only brought it back to his chest. "I so don't remember writing
that!" She yelled.
"Oh course you don't, you were too drunk."
"Yes, I know, now give it back-"
"No."
"Come on, I'll do anything."
"Anything."
"Anything?"
"Yes!" She screamed.
Jericho shrugged and reached for his buckle of his belt, but Stacy reached out and smacked him. You know what I mean!"
The Canadian let out a small laugh. "Yeah, I know kid. Ok tell me something."
"Ok." Stacy said, settling herself in a sitting position on the bed next to Chris. "What?"
"Hmmmm.....I don't know." Thinking carefully, his thoughts took him to that morning. Lita coming in late, then Austin calling her
back...a sick thought entered his mind. It almost wanted to make his throw up.
"Why'd Austin call Lita?"
Stacy looked to Jericho. "Well you see she's secretly going to be Randy and Batista's new manager, totally force-" Stacy's eyes
widened when she realised key word. "Secretly." She slapped both hands over her mouth.
"WHAT?!" Jericho yelled, eyes wide. Worried for his friend. She could never survive this. Alone. "We gotta stop this!"
"Only if she wants to get fired." Stacy said sadly, and also guilt because of spilling the secret.
Within that moment, Lita entered the hotel and saw the two on the bed, sad expressions on there faces. "Hey, whats going on?"
She asked entering the room.
It was at that moment that Jerichomade a decision. "Whats going on?" Lita asked walking toward the bed at a slow pace. Timing
it right, he got up and ran over to his friend.
"Chris?" Lita asked unsure. Then let out a scream as he hoisted her up and lifted her over his shoulder. She shouted trying to
get out of his hold. He only looked to Stacy. "Were going to save Lita." and with that ran out of the room, the screaming of
Lita becoming faint as Jericho ran her down the hall.
Stacy only watched them leave when the phone rang.
"Hello?" She asked, picking up the phone.
"Hey, this is Randy Orton, is Lita there?"
Stacy's eyes widened. "Oh, um she's not here."
"Well were is she?" He asked rather rude.
"Oh, well, my friend Chris kidnapped her....."
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; All worked out for plot purposes
Author's Notes: Basically, I've got everything Worked out, for what makes sense for the plot. Also Randy is not idiot, he is aware
Lita is hot, it's just she won't give him any lovin.
Music Notes: "Conceived Through An Act Of Violence" By HateBreed
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Thrown into this living hell. I was thrown into this living hell. I am the
hatred taken from another's life. Born unwanted, extracted of all that is
humane. No one can relate to my abandonment. I walk this earth alone in
search of salvation. Forever, Forever. Forever. Alone. A tormented seed
given a chance to grow. The end result of moral choice. Only to live a
tortured life as the product of rape. Under a mother's face of innocence,
And a father with eyes of a demon. Conceived through an act of violence.
[x4] I was thrown into this living hell. I didn't ask to be this way. I was
thrown into this living hell.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Why didn't you say anything? She freakin embaressed me!" Randy yelled, inside his and Batista's hotel room. Batista sat at a
small desk in the hotel room looking over there schedule for the month, while as usaul, Randy sat on the bed and vented his anger
over Lita humiliating him.
"Because you deserved every word of it." Batista said, no emotion in his voice, not taking his eyes off the schedule in front of him on the desk.
"How'd I deserve it."
"Because you called her a dog, and you were very rude. Think of it this way. She doesn't want to be in this position any more then we do. We have to make it work.
You put us in this position anyways."
"How?" Randy growled out.
"The plan was to push for Ric, but you insisted on a female to keep you warm at night. You fell for it. You think your so smart? Austin is not a dumb man." Batisita added
as he checked someonething off on the sheet. Looking up at his sort of friend he added. "Besides I think she's cute."
"Oh course she's cute, but this is Lita. The closest she's ever going to come near my privates is to cause them extreme injury."
"I'd love to see that. You know what, I think we need a level headed woman to keep you on your toes."
Randy threw his friend a dirty look. "I really hate you."
"First of all, no you don't. Second of all, you never have trouble getting woman in your bed before."
An arrogant smile spread across Randy's handsome features. "Your right."
Looking back at the schedule Batista added his last piece of advice. "Were going to call her and tonight and apologize."
Randy looked over to Batista as if he was insane. "What makes you think you can tell me what I can do."
"Because I can break you in half."
"Good point."
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Stacy exited the bathroom, having washed the vomit out of her hair and dressed in jeans a t-shirt she looked semi sober.
Jericho layed on his stomach looking at magazine, his head titled, and was letting out a hearty laugh.
"What's so funny?" Stacy asked, sitting down next to the sexy beast.
Jericho looked at her, a smile on his face, then showed her what he was looking at. A picture of Randy Orton, and written in black
magic marker "Randy and Stacy 4 ever."
"OH MY GOD!" She yelled diving for the magazine, but Jericho only brought it back to his chest. "I so don't remember writing
that!" She yelled.
"Oh course you don't, you were too drunk."
"Yes, I know, now give it back-"
"No."
"Come on, I'll do anything."
"Anything."
"Anything?"
"Yes!" She screamed.
Jericho shrugged and reached for his buckle of his belt, but Stacy reached out and smacked him. You know what I mean!"
The Canadian let out a small laugh. "Yeah, I know kid. Ok tell me something."
"Ok." Stacy said, settling herself in a sitting position on the bed next to Chris. "What?"
"Hmmmm.....I don't know." Thinking carefully, his thoughts took him to that morning. Lita coming in late, then Austin calling her
back...a sick thought entered his mind. It almost wanted to make his throw up.
"Why'd Austin call Lita?"
Stacy looked to Jericho. "Well you see she's secretly going to be Randy and Batista's new manager, totally force-" Stacy's eyes
widened when she realised key word. "Secretly." She slapped both hands over her mouth.
"WHAT?!" Jericho yelled, eyes wide. Worried for his friend. She could never survive this. Alone. "We gotta stop this!"
"Only if she wants to get fired." Stacy said sadly, and also guilt because of spilling the secret.
Within that moment, Lita entered the hotel and saw the two on the bed, sad expressions on there faces. "Hey, whats going on?"
She asked entering the room.
It was at that moment that Jerichomade a decision. "Whats going on?" Lita asked walking toward the bed at a slow pace. Timing
it right, he got up and ran over to his friend.
"Chris?" Lita asked unsure. Then let out a scream as he hoisted her up and lifted her over his shoulder. She shouted trying to
get out of his hold. He only looked to Stacy. "Were going to save Lita." and with that ran out of the room, the screaming of
Lita becoming faint as Jericho ran her down the hall.
Stacy only watched them leave when the phone rang.
"Hello?" She asked, picking up the phone.
"Hey, this is Randy Orton, is Lita there?"
Stacy's eyes widened. "Oh, um she's not here."
"Well were is she?" He asked rather rude.
"Oh, well, my friend Chris kidnapped her....."