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: Did you see Monday? Damn. I thought Lita wasnt going to be on. And then she was. I was like "Mixed Tag cool ness!" and then it
turned out she was Kane's Sacrifise! Oh my god! wasn't it cool that Matt saved her? I mean seriously. I guess WWE is starting to realise how important she is
and those where the best damn facial features I had ever seen of somebody being scared. That was good. they picked the best person.
The creepiest part was when he annonced his sacrifise i was thinking "Lita? Nah. WWE isnt that cool." then he comes out and im like
"HOLY SHIT! I WAS RIGHT!" Damn im good. Just kidding. Anyways that will eventually get that into my story with a new twist.
I need to post some much needed chaptesr by Monday.
Also, I love Jeff and since Lita is home I absolutly have to bring the Insane one into this. So if you don't like him too bad. But
just let you know, they are not ROMANTIC at all in this story. Just best of best friends. He'll make a few appearenced here
and there. Hes into music in this verse to FYI.
Music Notes: "Confessional" By Lamb of God
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Intrinsic rot. Traces of future. Your past will rise haunting you again.
Tounging the glue stamp seal of your fold.
Cased in forests of black steel rod.
Vines of nerve float downstream. Sections of horror.
This is something you must never do again.
Falling spiral down. You know not what you are looking for but it will find you anyway.
I've confessed this disease to you. Handed you a key to control.
Fuel for your malicious intent.
Punish me for my failure. Dissect my faith. Twisting my trust.
Never, no more, I'm alone.
~~~~~~~~~~~
She pulled her large heavy duffel bag along with her out of the airport double doors
After a week in hell she was glad she would be going home and having a nice weekend off and then go to Raw the following Monday
and see what was in store for her.
She was physically and mentally tired right now from everything that had been thrown into her lap. So tired that she didn't see who had come running
toward her in front of the airport.
"Hey! Hey Li!" He yelled as he made his way toward her, but the far away look on her face told him she wasn't paying much attention.
"Hello?" He asked, a tilt to his head. "Heeellloooo." He reached his hand out in front of her and clapped them loud in her face, breaking her from her trance.
"Huh? What?" She focused herself and look straight into the green eyes of one of her best friends in the world. "Oh my god!" She squealed like a highschool girl, flinging her arms around her best friend's neck and enveloping him a huge hug.
After a moment she stepped backwards to check any changes. Nope, none.
"What's up, I thought you had a gig or something. I havn't seen you in about a month."
Reaching down, Jeff picked up her duffel bag, a perfect gentlemen. "Cancled. The band we were with broke up, which pretty much sucks, but hey, now I have an excuse to see my Lita."
They slowly began walking toward the parking lot. "Im sorry, geez, what are you gonna do now?"
He shrugged his shoulders. "No clue. Im making a few phone calls and should be back on the road in a week or two but it's good to have some down time. Have a little fun."
"Oh no, fun and Jeff together means absolute insanity. So, who gets broken bones and who gets the concussion?"
He let out a small chuckle. "I know, but you know trying to jump from my roof to the trampoline sounded like a good idea at the time. Until of couse Matt tried to kill me because you got a concussion."
The two made a face, a mix of disgust and maybe longing for the old day when they thought of the final piece of there group. Her love, his brother who had betrayed them both, more than once.
"I've been watching you on Raw, teaming with the cooke from the canuk?"
Lita had to laugh at that one. "Interesting observation there Jeffrey, but hey by the "cooke isn't so bad."
"Really? Wow. Also I saw Trish Stratus at WMXX. Paul, a guy in the other band, huge fan, obsessed with you. It's really funny thinking about it-"
"Jeff, get to the point."
"Right, right. Anyways, so I just have to say two sentences I never thought i'd say. Poor Jericho, and Trish is quite a bitch."
"Right, you don't remember our fued way back in the day?"
"Well she changed."
"And you played Hero."
"That my friend was one huge mistake." He said, as they stopped at the car. "All I have to say is Miss.Stratus better watch her back."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Lita stood in the kitchen, cooking. She was currently making Speghetti, since she wasn't in a cooking mood but didn't want take out she chose something fast and easy.
She heard a long bang from upstairs. Jeff was currently at the top of her stairs nailing in a painting she got from Mexico on a wall at the top of the stairs. It sounded as if he was having a bit of a hard time.
She stopped her stirring of the noodles, to yell toward the upstairs.
"YEAH FINE!" He yelled back.
A moment later the phone ring. Lita didn' bother getting it since Jeff had the cordless upstairs...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
In front of the hall stairs, the former extreme one of WWE, he squatted down and picked up the phone off the first stair.
"Hello?"
There was a moment of silence before a voice answered him. "Is this the right number?"
The voice was oddly familar to Jeff, his eyebrows furrowed together in confusion, he just couldn't put his finger on it.
"I'm not sure, who are you looking for?" he asked, his voice unsure.
"Lita."
Now he was definatly confused. "Yeah, she's here, may i ask who's speaking?"
"Cool, I wasn't sure if Bischoff gave the right number."
After a pause the man told him his name.
Jeff shot up, so fast in surprise that he lost his balance and went tumbling down the stairs.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Lita heard the crash.
Putting her spoon down quickly, and ran toward the bottom of the stairs, phone in hand.
"Oh my god Jeff." She said, kneeling down next oher friend. "Are you ok?"
He gave a soft groan, sitting up and gave her look. Maybe a stare. One full of questions and speculation.
"What's wrong?"
He still held the hand in hand and looked at it as if it were something dirty. "Why is Randy Orton calling you?"
Lita's stare went from his face to his hand, were he held the phone.
The secret was out.
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: Did you see Monday? Damn. I thought Lita wasnt going to be on. And then she was. I was like "Mixed Tag cool ness!" and then it
turned out she was Kane's Sacrifise! Oh my god! wasn't it cool that Matt saved her? I mean seriously. I guess WWE is starting to realise how important she is
and those where the best damn facial features I had ever seen of somebody being scared. That was good. they picked the best person.
The creepiest part was when he annonced his sacrifise i was thinking "Lita? Nah. WWE isnt that cool." then he comes out and im like
"HOLY SHIT! I WAS RIGHT!" Damn im good. Just kidding. Anyways that will eventually get that into my story with a new twist.
I need to post some much needed chaptesr by Monday.
Also, I love Jeff and since Lita is home I absolutly have to bring the Insane one into this. So if you don't like him too bad. But
just let you know, they are not ROMANTIC at all in this story. Just best of best friends. He'll make a few appearenced here
and there. Hes into music in this verse to FYI.
Music Notes: "Confessional" By Lamb of God
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Intrinsic rot. Traces of future. Your past will rise haunting you again.
Tounging the glue stamp seal of your fold.
Cased in forests of black steel rod.
Vines of nerve float downstream. Sections of horror.
This is something you must never do again.
Falling spiral down. You know not what you are looking for but it will find you anyway.
I've confessed this disease to you. Handed you a key to control.
Fuel for your malicious intent.
Punish me for my failure. Dissect my faith. Twisting my trust.
Never, no more, I'm alone.
~~~~~~~~~~~
She pulled her large heavy duffel bag along with her out of the airport double doors
After a week in hell she was glad she would be going home and having a nice weekend off and then go to Raw the following Monday
and see what was in store for her.
She was physically and mentally tired right now from everything that had been thrown into her lap. So tired that she didn't see who had come running
toward her in front of the airport.
"Hey! Hey Li!" He yelled as he made his way toward her, but the far away look on her face told him she wasn't paying much attention.
"Hello?" He asked, a tilt to his head. "Heeellloooo." He reached his hand out in front of her and clapped them loud in her face, breaking her from her trance.
"Huh? What?" She focused herself and look straight into the green eyes of one of her best friends in the world. "Oh my god!" She squealed like a highschool girl, flinging her arms around her best friend's neck and enveloping him a huge hug.
After a moment she stepped backwards to check any changes. Nope, none.
"What's up, I thought you had a gig or something. I havn't seen you in about a month."
Reaching down, Jeff picked up her duffel bag, a perfect gentlemen. "Cancled. The band we were with broke up, which pretty much sucks, but hey, now I have an excuse to see my Lita."
They slowly began walking toward the parking lot. "Im sorry, geez, what are you gonna do now?"
He shrugged his shoulders. "No clue. Im making a few phone calls and should be back on the road in a week or two but it's good to have some down time. Have a little fun."
"Oh no, fun and Jeff together means absolute insanity. So, who gets broken bones and who gets the concussion?"
He let out a small chuckle. "I know, but you know trying to jump from my roof to the trampoline sounded like a good idea at the time. Until of couse Matt tried to kill me because you got a concussion."
The two made a face, a mix of disgust and maybe longing for the old day when they thought of the final piece of there group. Her love, his brother who had betrayed them both, more than once.
"I've been watching you on Raw, teaming with the cooke from the canuk?"
Lita had to laugh at that one. "Interesting observation there Jeffrey, but hey by the "cooke isn't so bad."
"Really? Wow. Also I saw Trish Stratus at WMXX. Paul, a guy in the other band, huge fan, obsessed with you. It's really funny thinking about it-"
"Jeff, get to the point."
"Right, right. Anyways, so I just have to say two sentences I never thought i'd say. Poor Jericho, and Trish is quite a bitch."
"Right, you don't remember our fued way back in the day?"
"Well she changed."
"And you played Hero."
"That my friend was one huge mistake." He said, as they stopped at the car. "All I have to say is Miss.Stratus better watch her back."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Lita stood in the kitchen, cooking. She was currently making Speghetti, since she wasn't in a cooking mood but didn't want take out she chose something fast and easy.
She heard a long bang from upstairs. Jeff was currently at the top of her stairs nailing in a painting she got from Mexico on a wall at the top of the stairs. It sounded as if he was having a bit of a hard time.
She stopped her stirring of the noodles, to yell toward the upstairs.
"YEAH FINE!" He yelled back.
A moment later the phone ring. Lita didn' bother getting it since Jeff had the cordless upstairs...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
In front of the hall stairs, the former extreme one of WWE, he squatted down and picked up the phone off the first stair.
"Hello?"
There was a moment of silence before a voice answered him. "Is this the right number?"
The voice was oddly familar to Jeff, his eyebrows furrowed together in confusion, he just couldn't put his finger on it.
"I'm not sure, who are you looking for?" he asked, his voice unsure.
"Lita."
Now he was definatly confused. "Yeah, she's here, may i ask who's speaking?"
"Cool, I wasn't sure if Bischoff gave the right number."
After a pause the man told him his name.
Jeff shot up, so fast in surprise that he lost his balance and went tumbling down the stairs.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Lita heard the crash.
Putting her spoon down quickly, and ran toward the bottom of the stairs, phone in hand.
"Oh my god Jeff." She said, kneeling down next oher friend. "Are you ok?"
He gave a soft groan, sitting up and gave her look. Maybe a stare. One full of questions and speculation.
"What's wrong?"
He still held the hand in hand and looked at it as if it were something dirty. "Why is Randy Orton calling you?"
Lita's stare went from his face to his hand, were he held the phone.
The secret was out.