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: LA RESISTANCE WILL PAY! THEY MADE EUGENE CRY BY RIPPING HIS BUNNY! (Sorry I love Eugene) They shall
pay!!
Music Notes: "Smash you enemies." By HateBreed
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I hope I'm alive.
To witness your demise.
Make you feel my sorrow.
Encompass all my pain.
That I've felt for years.
Dreading each dying day.
Hanging by a thread.
On the edge of my sanity.
When I wake up the real nightmare begins.
Will I make through my time
in living hell?
Do I possess the strength to
smash my fears into the ground?
I've tried to be strong.
I've tried to overcome but
I don't think I possess the
strength to carry on.
I'm torn between, and there's
no right choice.
I've gotta fight back.
I won't be scarred for life.
~~~~~~~~~
Chris finally put Lita down as he exited the hotel.
The minute he put her down, Lita gave him a painful punch to the shoulder.
"OW, what was that for?"
"What was that for? WHAT WAS THAT FOR? You! You..You, pick me up like a child and run me out of the
hotel, you humilated me!"
"Im just trying to help!" The Canadian yelled back.
"Help? Help? How the hell is that helping?"
"I, well..I..I thought. I wanted to help with your Randy and Batista problem."
Lita's features softened at the news. "Randy and Batista." Then the anger came back. "How the hell do you know about that?"
"Stacy told me."
"STACY? Oh my god, she could never keep a secret. Only you two can know. Im not sure they want anyone else to
be aware of the fact of this. I sure as hell don't want people to know and I think I embaress Randy."
A smile spread over Chris's face. "So your ok with this?"
"Oh yeah, you know it. Randy's on my shit list and im going to make his life hell."
"Mind if I help?" Chris asked, a "i've got an evil idea" look on his face.
"With Y2J on my side? I think I could make Randy cry."
~~~~~~~~~
"Im serious Randy, he just picked her up and ran her out."
"Sure Stacy, be immature. Im coming over." The legend killer said from the other line and hung up.
Stacy hesitently hung up as well. That was great, your first conversation and he thinks your crazy or your covering
for your friend. Then a smile spread on her face. He was coming over. Then it hit her. HE WAS COMING OVER!:
Practically tripping over herself she made a mad dash around the room to clean it, make it perfect for Randy.
Then she looked down at herself.
Her cloths!
She was dressed so casually. He would really see her tonight, really, really see her.
"Oh my god!" and she went to find something to ware.
~~~~~~~~
Lita let out a laugh at Chris's idea for how to make Randy to cry, as they made there way to the room.
The door was open all the way and Stacy stood in front of the mirror in a pink tanktop and a short black skirt with
a small slit and heals.
"Ooo, this for me?" Chris asked as the two entered the hotel room.
Stacy turned, and glared at the two. "Ha Ha. Randy's coming over to talk to Lita."
"And your getting dressed up?" Lita asked. "You don't see me rushing around to get dressed."
"Oh my god Lita! You wore that yesterday."
"It's still clean."
"You get dressed young lady!"
"Yes Mommy." Lita said, making her way toward the shower. "Why don't I go to Victoria's and you can listen to Randy."
"I would but Im not his manager." Stacy scolded. She was rewarded with the bathroom door slamming.
Stacy turned to Chris, her eyes wide with horror. "OH PUT A SHIRT ON!"
"I thought you liked this look?"
"Ew no! Get dressed."
~~~~~~
Randy looked at Batista next to him, outside the hotel room door. "Are you sure we have to do this."
"Yes."
With a heavy sigh, Batista stepped forward to knock on the door.
"COMING!" Came a sweet voice from the other side of the door.
"That's Stacy." Randy whispered looking at Batista. "The crazy one."
Batista nodded satisfied.
The door swung open, and both men's mouth dropped to the floor, there stood Stacy Keibler looking hot as hell.
A smile spread over her face. "Well are you going to come in."
"Hell yeah." Randy said, letting himself into the hotel room. However his horny grin dissapeared when there stood
Lita in a black t-shirt and pants. (Think the outfit from Fully Loaded vs. Trish.) A pissed off look settled on her
face.
"Well, why the hell are you heer?" She asked, her arms crossed over her chest.
"We came to apologize Lita." Batista said, the first to speak.
"Oh well thankyou Batista, but you were nothing but polite. He however, called me, I believe, a dog?"
Jericho's eyes widened. "A dog? Woah assclown, what dog are you referring to?"
"Shut the hell up, nobody asked for your input." Randy spat.
"Well I rather hear his gums flap them yours Mr.Ed." Lita threw back.
Stacy watched in horror as Lita and Chris stood across the room throwing killer looks at the two former evolution
members. and here she stood in the middle of it all.
"I don't know why I even came here. Your obviously only interested in hearing your own voice."
"Excuse me? Randy, seriously. The only thing that can hold your attention is your relfection so I wouldn't talk."
"Hey! Guys!" Stacy yelled in desperation. "You came to talk like civilized adults. So talk. CIvilized."
"Fine." LIta and Randy said in usion.
"Ok, peace keeping Stacy is here to talk, to keep the peace. So Lita, why are you pissed off?"
LIta shot a look at Randy. "God, your making this is highschool Randy. He doesn't want a manager. He wants
a ho to keep him company."
"That's not true."
"Oh really?" The red head shot in disbelief.
"If I wanted a ho manager I would of asked Trish STratus. But I guess she can't be that bad if she actually is a little
choosy. She proabably has a 5 inch limit since she did refuse goldy locks over here." Randy stated pointing a thumb
in Jericho's direction.
"Why you little bastard!" Jericho yelled running at Randy, and slamming him to the floor. Fist flew as Stacy screamed.
Batista tried to pull the enraged Jericho off.
Lita brought her palm to her forhead. "You know, why am I not surprised?"
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: LA RESISTANCE WILL PAY! THEY MADE EUGENE CRY BY RIPPING HIS BUNNY! (Sorry I love Eugene) They shall
pay!!
Music Notes: "Smash you enemies." By HateBreed
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I hope I'm alive.
To witness your demise.
Make you feel my sorrow.
Encompass all my pain.
That I've felt for years.
Dreading each dying day.
Hanging by a thread.
On the edge of my sanity.
When I wake up the real nightmare begins.
Will I make through my time
in living hell?
Do I possess the strength to
smash my fears into the ground?
I've tried to be strong.
I've tried to overcome but
I don't think I possess the
strength to carry on.
I'm torn between, and there's
no right choice.
I've gotta fight back.
I won't be scarred for life.
~~~~~~~~~
Chris finally put Lita down as he exited the hotel.
The minute he put her down, Lita gave him a painful punch to the shoulder.
"OW, what was that for?"
"What was that for? WHAT WAS THAT FOR? You! You..You, pick me up like a child and run me out of the
hotel, you humilated me!"
"Im just trying to help!" The Canadian yelled back.
"Help? Help? How the hell is that helping?"
"I, well..I..I thought. I wanted to help with your Randy and Batista problem."
Lita's features softened at the news. "Randy and Batista." Then the anger came back. "How the hell do you know about that?"
"Stacy told me."
"STACY? Oh my god, she could never keep a secret. Only you two can know. Im not sure they want anyone else to
be aware of the fact of this. I sure as hell don't want people to know and I think I embaress Randy."
A smile spread over Chris's face. "So your ok with this?"
"Oh yeah, you know it. Randy's on my shit list and im going to make his life hell."
"Mind if I help?" Chris asked, a "i've got an evil idea" look on his face.
"With Y2J on my side? I think I could make Randy cry."
~~~~~~~~~
"Im serious Randy, he just picked her up and ran her out."
"Sure Stacy, be immature. Im coming over." The legend killer said from the other line and hung up.
Stacy hesitently hung up as well. That was great, your first conversation and he thinks your crazy or your covering
for your friend. Then a smile spread on her face. He was coming over. Then it hit her. HE WAS COMING OVER!:
Practically tripping over herself she made a mad dash around the room to clean it, make it perfect for Randy.
Then she looked down at herself.
Her cloths!
She was dressed so casually. He would really see her tonight, really, really see her.
"Oh my god!" and she went to find something to ware.
~~~~~~~~
Lita let out a laugh at Chris's idea for how to make Randy to cry, as they made there way to the room.
The door was open all the way and Stacy stood in front of the mirror in a pink tanktop and a short black skirt with
a small slit and heals.
"Ooo, this for me?" Chris asked as the two entered the hotel room.
Stacy turned, and glared at the two. "Ha Ha. Randy's coming over to talk to Lita."
"And your getting dressed up?" Lita asked. "You don't see me rushing around to get dressed."
"Oh my god Lita! You wore that yesterday."
"It's still clean."
"You get dressed young lady!"
"Yes Mommy." Lita said, making her way toward the shower. "Why don't I go to Victoria's and you can listen to Randy."
"I would but Im not his manager." Stacy scolded. She was rewarded with the bathroom door slamming.
Stacy turned to Chris, her eyes wide with horror. "OH PUT A SHIRT ON!"
"I thought you liked this look?"
"Ew no! Get dressed."
~~~~~~
Randy looked at Batista next to him, outside the hotel room door. "Are you sure we have to do this."
"Yes."
With a heavy sigh, Batista stepped forward to knock on the door.
"COMING!" Came a sweet voice from the other side of the door.
"That's Stacy." Randy whispered looking at Batista. "The crazy one."
Batista nodded satisfied.
The door swung open, and both men's mouth dropped to the floor, there stood Stacy Keibler looking hot as hell.
A smile spread over her face. "Well are you going to come in."
"Hell yeah." Randy said, letting himself into the hotel room. However his horny grin dissapeared when there stood
Lita in a black t-shirt and pants. (Think the outfit from Fully Loaded vs. Trish.) A pissed off look settled on her
face.
"Well, why the hell are you heer?" She asked, her arms crossed over her chest.
"We came to apologize Lita." Batista said, the first to speak.
"Oh well thankyou Batista, but you were nothing but polite. He however, called me, I believe, a dog?"
Jericho's eyes widened. "A dog? Woah assclown, what dog are you referring to?"
"Shut the hell up, nobody asked for your input." Randy spat.
"Well I rather hear his gums flap them yours Mr.Ed." Lita threw back.
Stacy watched in horror as Lita and Chris stood across the room throwing killer looks at the two former evolution
members. and here she stood in the middle of it all.
"I don't know why I even came here. Your obviously only interested in hearing your own voice."
"Excuse me? Randy, seriously. The only thing that can hold your attention is your relfection so I wouldn't talk."
"Hey! Guys!" Stacy yelled in desperation. "You came to talk like civilized adults. So talk. CIvilized."
"Fine." LIta and Randy said in usion.
"Ok, peace keeping Stacy is here to talk, to keep the peace. So Lita, why are you pissed off?"
LIta shot a look at Randy. "God, your making this is highschool Randy. He doesn't want a manager. He wants
a ho to keep him company."
"That's not true."
"Oh really?" The red head shot in disbelief.
"If I wanted a ho manager I would of asked Trish STratus. But I guess she can't be that bad if she actually is a little
choosy. She proabably has a 5 inch limit since she did refuse goldy locks over here." Randy stated pointing a thumb
in Jericho's direction.
"Why you little bastard!" Jericho yelled running at Randy, and slamming him to the floor. Fist flew as Stacy screamed.
Batista tried to pull the enraged Jericho off.
Lita brought her palm to her forhead. "You know, why am I not surprised?"