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: Ok heres some info. Woman's battle royal. Randy V. Foley still up for grabs. Ric and Batista still tag team partner, still talking.
Music Notes: None right now
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Lita dug through her duffel bag in the locker room as Nidia and Stacy entered the locker room, whispering to eachother in excitement.
They were unaware of Lita's presence.
"Im so excited about this female battle royal Stacy. I meen, i could win this and go to BackLash. Raw has so many opportunitys here!"
Stacy placed her hands on her hips, looking at Nidia. "Well sure. But theres alot more experienced woman out there, former woman's champions. Theres Jazz, Lita, Trish. Alot more ring experience also, Nidia. Your from Smackdown central."
"Well it's possible." Nidia said curling her lip.
"What are you guys talking about?" Lita asked, causing both woman to jump.
"The woman's battle royal."
"Battle royal? I didn't hear about this." Lita said, compeltely confused.
"Well maybe it was because you were taking to-"
"Nobody." Lita said, interupting Stacy. "Nobody. I was talking to my dog, nobody."
"I though his name is Mason?" Nidia asked, completely dumb.
"It's his nickname."
"Oh ok." Nidia said.
"So Stacy, I can't find my shorts. You know where they are?"
Stacy shrugged. "Nope, got anything else?"
"I have what I wore here, my capris, tank and boots."
"Not a far cry from your gear." Nidia said
"Yeah, you'll look cute." Stacy added.
Lita shrugged, making her way past the two girls and out the door.
Nidia looked to Stacy in excitement, a giant grin on her face. "I bet she was talking to Edge."
Stacy's eyyes became round and large. "OH SHIT!"
"What?" Nidia asked.
"I forgot to tell Lita he called last week!"
~~~~~~~~~~
Jericho ran a hand through his long hair, as he watched Randy and Batista come toward them, dvd's in hand.
"Hey guys." He said, an attempt to be friendly.
"Hey." Batista said, uncomfortably or maybe surprised, Randy just glared.
"What are you watching?"
"Dvd's, Foley's matches from Japan."
"Ew." Jericho replied as his face scrunched up in disgust.
"What?" Randy asked, now interested.
"Nothing, there just grusome. It's no picnic watching a guy pull barbed wire with skin off his arm."
Batista and Randy then wore expressions on there faces similar to the one he had worn moments before. They looked like there going to puke.
"Foley isn't all grusome. He's smart too."
"Like how?"
Jericho thought for moment. It wasn't that Foley was dumb, he just needed smart Randy would appreciate. Thinking, thinking, LIGHTBULB!
"As commissioner during the Invasion, you heard of it right?"
"Yeah." both men replied.
"Well Foley, made a decsion to referee an important match at the Invasion paperview. Now theres a reason why Foley is that damn good." With that he made his way past both men.
"Where you going?" Randy called after him.
Jericho looked to both men. "I have to go screw my ex."
~~~~~~~~~
Batista covered his eyes as Foley ripped the skin off his arms with the barbed wire. Randy had dissapeared to find more DVD's on Mick's other matches. He had been gone a mere minutes when Randy bounced into the room with a DVD in hand.
Baista turned his head. "You look happy, what do you got?"
Randy walked to the dvd player and turned it off. "I had to find Invasion. Its one of the most popular dvd's taken out."
"Wounder why?" Batista observed as Randy placed the dvd into the dvd player. "They said it was number 6." He placed it and they
were soon met by Foley's entrance entrance music.
"Woah, he lost weight." Batista observed.
"I wounder how this match made him so smart." Randy asked to imself, until the entrance music of Torrie Wilson played. "Woah. HOTTNESS. Im getting a feeling on what makes Foley so smart."
Minutes later Stacy's music played.
"Oh it Stacy." Randy said, flashing back to her hottness at the hotel room.
Batista gave him a knowing smile, thinking the same thing.
Minutes later unfamilar entrance music played, but the woman emerging was familar. Trish Stratus.
"Its a tag team match!" Randy said in excitment, punching his friend in the arm as if they were watching a dirty movie.
"I wounder who her tag team partner is."
Pretty soon a rock beat played and merged a unfamilar red head clad in blue parachute pants and wife beater with stars.
"HOLY HOTTNESS." Both men yelled in usion, until her name was announced. "And Lita."
"Holy shit!" Randy said, tipping over in his chair in surprise.
Batista mouth dropped open. "Woah! She changed."
Randy picked himself up and they watched the match.
"Smart man, very smart." Randy said as they let out a "WOAH!" as Lita and Trish slammed Stacy and Torrie to the mat.
They began to wrestle and it was pretty good. Pretty Average.
Until Stacy's shirt came off.
"What the hell-"
Batista was cut off as Randy jumped in his chair and jumped up and down like a little boy. "ITS A BRA AND PANTIES MATCH! HOLY SHIT! ITS A BRA AND PANTIES MATCH!"
Randy continued to jump in his chair as both woman refused to be tagged in. He let out a laugh.
"There afraid of Lita!"
Both men laughed and high fived eachother as Lita ran down Stacy outside the ring. Unfortunatly she was double teamed and her shirt removed. Both man grew quiet, unsure what to make.
Then Lita chocked Stacy out with her very own shirt.
"Damn!"
Within minutes, moments, the match grew heated and cloths were removed.
Both men's voices grew hoarse at there cat calls.
Then Stacy's pants were removed and the pants came off.
Randy observed Stacy's attire, and a smile grew ear to ear. "Hey, she looks pretty damn good in yellow."
A voice behind them however left his smirk with a look of horror.
"Who looks good in yellow?"
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Lita was pumped. She had won the woman's battle royal and was going to backlash. She was going to backlash.
She walked with confidence through the halls.
When she walked past Randy and Batista's dressing room and heard them chearing.
They must be watching the dvd's. She just hoped they were taking it seriously.
She debated about going in. She was there manager. It couldn't hurt, right?
Stepping forward, she twisted the nob and let it in.
The scene was wild. Randy was standing on a chair, and Batista was standing, his face beat red. He looked embaressed.
"Hey, she looks pretty damn good in yellow?"
Lita stepped forward, cocking her head to the side, deciding they hadn't been watching the dvd's and was little upset with Batista for lyng about watching them. The adrenaline and excitment of winning the royal was gone and now she was left with a feeling of annoyance.
She looked around Randy's body and saw someone clad in yellow lying in the middle of the ring. She couldn't put her finger on it but the scene looked familar.
"Who looks good in yellow?"
Both men's body froze, and slowly looked at her, eye's wide in terror, and both made moves to turn the dvd player off.
At that moment she saw herself and Trish on the tv, clad in pants and bra's walking out of the ring. The invasion tag team bra and panties match.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU WATCHING?!" She cried, eyes wide with horror at what they where watching.
It was a good match but she didn't like the thought of the two men she was managing to oggle her in her bra and panties in a match. How could she gain there respect if they had done that? Had they watched her other bra and pantie match? Match the divas dessert video's? She felt so angry she just wanted to ring there necks."
"Um-"
"UM?" Lita said mocking Randy who now was as red at Batista. "Um? You thought you'd decide to have a good laugh at me?"
"No. Jericho was trying to prove Mick was smart, so he said he was smart at invasion, so we thought we'd see why. Then we saw why." Randy explained, his word tumbling over the other.
"And, after you saw why, you couldn't turn it off?"
Both men only looked too their feet, Randy still on the chair.
"Whatever, screw this, call me when you grow up. Good luck at Backlash." and with that she slammed the door behind herself.
~~~~~~~~~~
Lita turned the corner in the hallway when she heard somebody swear under there breath.
"Damnit."
Lita stopped and looked at the garage doors, and spotted her friend Edge by the garage doors, digging for his key.
She hadn't spoken to him in weeks. She knew he had been here, but she hadn't seen him and she had heard about his paperview match and his broken hand.
SLowly, the red head made her way nexto her blonde canadian friend. "Hey,"
He looked up at her, surprise on his face. "Oh hey."
"Need a hand?" Then looking at his broken one. "Sorry, no pun intended."
"It's alright, congradulations on the battle royal."
"Oh thanks, um, so. Kane, you nervous?"
"Me? Nervous?" Edge said sarcastically. "Oh yeah, I tried to pysche him out but thats kind hard to do to someone who's completely insane."
Lita laughed a little. "True. Never been alone with the man and hope never to get on his bad side."
"I already have." Edge held up his hand. "Got a weapon."
"That's a good thing I suppose." Stepped toward him, she leaned toward him, it looked to maybe kiss him, but she only swiped her key, unlocking the garage door, bringing herself dangerously close to him.
"Good luck." Then stepped away from him.
He wore a look, of maybe surprise or whatever from how close she had come to him, maybe because it was a bit of teasing but, it still wore the look.
"T-thanks." He stammered, the fog in his head clearing. "Need a ride?"
"God one." She said stepping backward. "I need to find Stacy, she's my ride."
"Alright, try calling me. I didn't hear from you this week."
"When did were you suppose to hear from me?" She asked in confusion.
"I left a message with Stacy last week."
"Oh sorry, never got it."
He nodded, and turned and dissapeared out the garage door.
Leaving the red head to watch him. Still pissed off and even more pissed now.
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: Ok heres some info. Woman's battle royal. Randy V. Foley still up for grabs. Ric and Batista still tag team partner, still talking.
Music Notes: None right now
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Lita dug through her duffel bag in the locker room as Nidia and Stacy entered the locker room, whispering to eachother in excitement.
They were unaware of Lita's presence.
"Im so excited about this female battle royal Stacy. I meen, i could win this and go to BackLash. Raw has so many opportunitys here!"
Stacy placed her hands on her hips, looking at Nidia. "Well sure. But theres alot more experienced woman out there, former woman's champions. Theres Jazz, Lita, Trish. Alot more ring experience also, Nidia. Your from Smackdown central."
"Well it's possible." Nidia said curling her lip.
"What are you guys talking about?" Lita asked, causing both woman to jump.
"The woman's battle royal."
"Battle royal? I didn't hear about this." Lita said, compeltely confused.
"Well maybe it was because you were taking to-"
"Nobody." Lita said, interupting Stacy. "Nobody. I was talking to my dog, nobody."
"I though his name is Mason?" Nidia asked, completely dumb.
"It's his nickname."
"Oh ok." Nidia said.
"So Stacy, I can't find my shorts. You know where they are?"
Stacy shrugged. "Nope, got anything else?"
"I have what I wore here, my capris, tank and boots."
"Not a far cry from your gear." Nidia said
"Yeah, you'll look cute." Stacy added.
Lita shrugged, making her way past the two girls and out the door.
Nidia looked to Stacy in excitement, a giant grin on her face. "I bet she was talking to Edge."
Stacy's eyyes became round and large. "OH SHIT!"
"What?" Nidia asked.
"I forgot to tell Lita he called last week!"
~~~~~~~~~~
Jericho ran a hand through his long hair, as he watched Randy and Batista come toward them, dvd's in hand.
"Hey guys." He said, an attempt to be friendly.
"Hey." Batista said, uncomfortably or maybe surprised, Randy just glared.
"What are you watching?"
"Dvd's, Foley's matches from Japan."
"Ew." Jericho replied as his face scrunched up in disgust.
"What?" Randy asked, now interested.
"Nothing, there just grusome. It's no picnic watching a guy pull barbed wire with skin off his arm."
Batista and Randy then wore expressions on there faces similar to the one he had worn moments before. They looked like there going to puke.
"Foley isn't all grusome. He's smart too."
"Like how?"
Jericho thought for moment. It wasn't that Foley was dumb, he just needed smart Randy would appreciate. Thinking, thinking, LIGHTBULB!
"As commissioner during the Invasion, you heard of it right?"
"Yeah." both men replied.
"Well Foley, made a decsion to referee an important match at the Invasion paperview. Now theres a reason why Foley is that damn good." With that he made his way past both men.
"Where you going?" Randy called after him.
Jericho looked to both men. "I have to go screw my ex."
~~~~~~~~~
Batista covered his eyes as Foley ripped the skin off his arms with the barbed wire. Randy had dissapeared to find more DVD's on Mick's other matches. He had been gone a mere minutes when Randy bounced into the room with a DVD in hand.
Baista turned his head. "You look happy, what do you got?"
Randy walked to the dvd player and turned it off. "I had to find Invasion. Its one of the most popular dvd's taken out."
"Wounder why?" Batista observed as Randy placed the dvd into the dvd player. "They said it was number 6." He placed it and they
were soon met by Foley's entrance entrance music.
"Woah, he lost weight." Batista observed.
"I wounder how this match made him so smart." Randy asked to imself, until the entrance music of Torrie Wilson played. "Woah. HOTTNESS. Im getting a feeling on what makes Foley so smart."
Minutes later Stacy's music played.
"Oh it Stacy." Randy said, flashing back to her hottness at the hotel room.
Batista gave him a knowing smile, thinking the same thing.
Minutes later unfamilar entrance music played, but the woman emerging was familar. Trish Stratus.
"Its a tag team match!" Randy said in excitment, punching his friend in the arm as if they were watching a dirty movie.
"I wounder who her tag team partner is."
Pretty soon a rock beat played and merged a unfamilar red head clad in blue parachute pants and wife beater with stars.
"HOLY HOTTNESS." Both men yelled in usion, until her name was announced. "And Lita."
"Holy shit!" Randy said, tipping over in his chair in surprise.
Batista mouth dropped open. "Woah! She changed."
Randy picked himself up and they watched the match.
"Smart man, very smart." Randy said as they let out a "WOAH!" as Lita and Trish slammed Stacy and Torrie to the mat.
They began to wrestle and it was pretty good. Pretty Average.
Until Stacy's shirt came off.
"What the hell-"
Batista was cut off as Randy jumped in his chair and jumped up and down like a little boy. "ITS A BRA AND PANTIES MATCH! HOLY SHIT! ITS A BRA AND PANTIES MATCH!"
Randy continued to jump in his chair as both woman refused to be tagged in. He let out a laugh.
"There afraid of Lita!"
Both men laughed and high fived eachother as Lita ran down Stacy outside the ring. Unfortunatly she was double teamed and her shirt removed. Both man grew quiet, unsure what to make.
Then Lita chocked Stacy out with her very own shirt.
"Damn!"
Within minutes, moments, the match grew heated and cloths were removed.
Both men's voices grew hoarse at there cat calls.
Then Stacy's pants were removed and the pants came off.
Randy observed Stacy's attire, and a smile grew ear to ear. "Hey, she looks pretty damn good in yellow."
A voice behind them however left his smirk with a look of horror.
"Who looks good in yellow?"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Lita was pumped. She had won the woman's battle royal and was going to backlash. She was going to backlash.
She walked with confidence through the halls.
When she walked past Randy and Batista's dressing room and heard them chearing.
They must be watching the dvd's. She just hoped they were taking it seriously.
She debated about going in. She was there manager. It couldn't hurt, right?
Stepping forward, she twisted the nob and let it in.
The scene was wild. Randy was standing on a chair, and Batista was standing, his face beat red. He looked embaressed.
"Hey, she looks pretty damn good in yellow?"
Lita stepped forward, cocking her head to the side, deciding they hadn't been watching the dvd's and was little upset with Batista for lyng about watching them. The adrenaline and excitment of winning the royal was gone and now she was left with a feeling of annoyance.
She looked around Randy's body and saw someone clad in yellow lying in the middle of the ring. She couldn't put her finger on it but the scene looked familar.
"Who looks good in yellow?"
Both men's body froze, and slowly looked at her, eye's wide in terror, and both made moves to turn the dvd player off.
At that moment she saw herself and Trish on the tv, clad in pants and bra's walking out of the ring. The invasion tag team bra and panties match.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU WATCHING?!" She cried, eyes wide with horror at what they where watching.
It was a good match but she didn't like the thought of the two men she was managing to oggle her in her bra and panties in a match. How could she gain there respect if they had done that? Had they watched her other bra and pantie match? Match the divas dessert video's? She felt so angry she just wanted to ring there necks."
"Um-"
"UM?" Lita said mocking Randy who now was as red at Batista. "Um? You thought you'd decide to have a good laugh at me?"
"No. Jericho was trying to prove Mick was smart, so he said he was smart at invasion, so we thought we'd see why. Then we saw why." Randy explained, his word tumbling over the other.
"And, after you saw why, you couldn't turn it off?"
Both men only looked too their feet, Randy still on the chair.
"Whatever, screw this, call me when you grow up. Good luck at Backlash." and with that she slammed the door behind herself.
~~~~~~~~~~
Lita turned the corner in the hallway when she heard somebody swear under there breath.
"Damnit."
Lita stopped and looked at the garage doors, and spotted her friend Edge by the garage doors, digging for his key.
She hadn't spoken to him in weeks. She knew he had been here, but she hadn't seen him and she had heard about his paperview match and his broken hand.
SLowly, the red head made her way nexto her blonde canadian friend. "Hey,"
He looked up at her, surprise on his face. "Oh hey."
"Need a hand?" Then looking at his broken one. "Sorry, no pun intended."
"It's alright, congradulations on the battle royal."
"Oh thanks, um, so. Kane, you nervous?"
"Me? Nervous?" Edge said sarcastically. "Oh yeah, I tried to pysche him out but thats kind hard to do to someone who's completely insane."
Lita laughed a little. "True. Never been alone with the man and hope never to get on his bad side."
"I already have." Edge held up his hand. "Got a weapon."
"That's a good thing I suppose." Stepped toward him, she leaned toward him, it looked to maybe kiss him, but she only swiped her key, unlocking the garage door, bringing herself dangerously close to him.
"Good luck." Then stepped away from him.
He wore a look, of maybe surprise or whatever from how close she had come to him, maybe because it was a bit of teasing but, it still wore the look.
"T-thanks." He stammered, the fog in his head clearing. "Need a ride?"
"God one." She said stepping backward. "I need to find Stacy, she's my ride."
"Alright, try calling me. I didn't hear from you this week."
"When did were you suppose to hear from me?" She asked in confusion.
"I left a message with Stacy last week."
"Oh sorry, never got it."
He nodded, and turned and dissapeared out the garage door.
Leaving the red head to watch him. Still pissed off and even more pissed now.