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..now. Heres some quick things. Lita hasn't spoken to the guys, and now its the night of Back Lash. K? Also
Im kinda going to work this Kane thing into this. But not at the extremes. Im gonna change it a little bit so it will work with my
story.
I dedicate this chapter to everyone who's reviewed my story. Also, Paprica, I have a scene in here that will probly make you all
warm inside. I got a small one for Renee too.
Music Notes: None right now
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Lita held the ice pack to her back. Damnit, she was going to KICK Gail and Molly's ass. She was sure of it.
The red head hissed in pain as she got up slowly, she was going to find Stacy. She needed to talk to her.
She made her was across from her current residency, the woman's locker room and walk slowly toward the door, ready to make it out of the locker room and search the halls for her long legged friend. Opening the door, she let out a yelp of surprise.
"Edge, you scared the living shit out of me." She gasped, putting a hand to her chest as her long blonde haired friend stood in the door way. He gave her a look of sympathy in her state. "Hey Red, you ok?"
"Stings a little. But not offence, but your going to feeling like this soon. Your wrestling the big red machine."
The man nodded. "Don't I know it. The man is creepy. But hey, I just got to stay in one piece, right?"
"That's all you can do." She answered. They stood in silence for a moment, until the blonde opened his mouth.
"So what you up to tonight? We can hang out."
Taken a back for a moment, she opened her mouth to except, when the voice of the woman she had been looking for earlier, voice traveled through the hall way.
"LITA! LITA!"
"Hold that thought." She said to the canadian, then stepped past him into the hall way to wave down her blonde friend. "Stace, over here."
The blonde stopped, hunched over catching her breath. "It's Ra-" She cut herself off seeing Edge in the doorway, behind Lita. "Really, really private."
"Ok." The red head said, then turned to her blonde friend. "Excuse me one moment." She reached out shutting the door behind herself, keeping her friend locked in the woman's locker room. Then Lita looked to Stacy, arms crossed. "So?"
"Did you see the Hardcore match, between Mick and Randy?"
"No, and I don't care." Was the red head's cold response.
"Lita, don't you care just a little?"
"No."
"Lita-"
"Alright, alright." after a pause. "Did he win?"
"Yes, after getting the crap beat out of him." Stacy said, holding her hands up in the arm, her voice rising.
"What do you want me to do Stacy?" Lita said, her voice rising also. "What do you want me to do? What can I do? Randy put himself in that match, for his arrogance and shallowness, he deserved everything he gets."
"Well he's refusing medical attention, and he can unless his manager, FYI who is YOU has something to say. Besides you got that kid wrapped around your finger. I swear he fears you. Both of them. Randy is going to get medically worse if you don't do something."
Lita sighed. "You were hanging outside the medical room?"
"Oh course." Stacy said, a small smile spreading over her lips.
Lita laughed a little at the revelation. She then turned and followed her friend down the hall way, leaving Edge in the woman's locker room.
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"Randy, come on man, you have to get that cleaned up." Batista said to his friend, who layed on a small cot in the medical office, in and our of conciousness and delusional from his fight.
"No, no, let me bleed."
"Your crazy." Batista said, then looked to the doctor on staff. "Can you do ANYTHING?"
"I can't unless his written consent, his parents or anyone legally attatched to him."
"Great." Batista said under his breath then turned back to Randy, another attempt to convince his friend to get the medical help, even though he knew it was fruitless to even ask.
A moment later, he heard heels clicking down the hallway at a quick speed and another pair of footsteps. He figured Stacy had returned. She had been nice enough to stick around, but after awhile gave up and left. He figured she had finally returned.
A moment later the blonde entered, and moment later Lita entered behind her.
Batista stood at the sight of the red head, still uncomfortable around her and felt guilty for making her so upset almost two weeks previous. He was woundering what she was doing here, until she walked up to the medical trainer. Then it hit him. She could get Randy the attention he needed in more then one way. Legally and by force. The red head was a very admirable woman.
"Do you want me to-"
"Sit down Batista." Lita said firmly but gently at the same time. Any hard feelings toward him seemed to have melted away.
His eyes returned to the doctor who was getting out a shot to numb the pain.
"Stacy, take his hand." Lita said, standing at the head of the cot, her hands laying gently on Randy's shoulders. Obviously she knew what she was doing.
The red head turned toward Batista. "Go to the foot of the cot." He quickly did as instucted.
"Stacy, talk to him."
The blonde nodded, and gently held onto his hand, get firmly at the same time. She rubbed his arm with her other hand in a comforting gesture. "Hey Randy."
The "legend killer" only groaned.
The doctor approached Randy's cot with a needle.
"He doesn't like needles." Batista hissed at Lita. She only gave him a look.
Stacy's face scrunged up in confusion for possible conversation topics. The doctor got closer. He brought the needle toward Randy's arm that Stacy had been gently rubbing. Then he injected it in.
The legend killer made a week attempt to jump up, but Stacy held his arm down, Lita put her weight into his shoulders and Batita held onto his legs.
"Let go." He said in a week voice.
Stacy looked at Lita with a panicked look on her face, trying to come up with a possible conversation topic. Anything.
"So, um, you think I look good in yellow?"
Batista and Lita both gave her matching glares of surprise, embaressment and amusement.
A small smile spread on Randy's face. "Yeah, I think you look good in anything."
Stacy's face turned a soft shade of crimson as the words the legend killer was saying to her. Her eyes became large and round and her mouth became dry unable to form words.
Lita tried not to giggle at the look on Stacy's face.
"Hey Li, you know Im sorry right? I never wanted to see you in your underwear." Randy said, half asleep on the cot.
"Hey, no worries." Lita said sheepishly, still trying not to laugh at the look on the blonde's face.
"Can't blame a guy for trying." Batista through in, trying to lighten the mood. But only got a glare from both woman.
But it seemed everything had shifted. It seemed all four had formed a bond, over Randys bloody beaten body. Ironic huh?
~~~~~
And in the shadows..somebody watched.
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..now. Heres some quick things. Lita hasn't spoken to the guys, and now its the night of Back Lash. K? Also
Im kinda going to work this Kane thing into this. But not at the extremes. Im gonna change it a little bit so it will work with my
story.
I dedicate this chapter to everyone who's reviewed my story. Also, Paprica, I have a scene in here that will probly make you all
warm inside. I got a small one for Renee too.
Music Notes: None right now
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Lita held the ice pack to her back. Damnit, she was going to KICK Gail and Molly's ass. She was sure of it.
The red head hissed in pain as she got up slowly, she was going to find Stacy. She needed to talk to her.
She made her was across from her current residency, the woman's locker room and walk slowly toward the door, ready to make it out of the locker room and search the halls for her long legged friend. Opening the door, she let out a yelp of surprise.
"Edge, you scared the living shit out of me." She gasped, putting a hand to her chest as her long blonde haired friend stood in the door way. He gave her a look of sympathy in her state. "Hey Red, you ok?"
"Stings a little. But not offence, but your going to feeling like this soon. Your wrestling the big red machine."
The man nodded. "Don't I know it. The man is creepy. But hey, I just got to stay in one piece, right?"
"That's all you can do." She answered. They stood in silence for a moment, until the blonde opened his mouth.
"So what you up to tonight? We can hang out."
Taken a back for a moment, she opened her mouth to except, when the voice of the woman she had been looking for earlier, voice traveled through the hall way.
"LITA! LITA!"
"Hold that thought." She said to the canadian, then stepped past him into the hall way to wave down her blonde friend. "Stace, over here."
The blonde stopped, hunched over catching her breath. "It's Ra-" She cut herself off seeing Edge in the doorway, behind Lita. "Really, really private."
"Ok." The red head said, then turned to her blonde friend. "Excuse me one moment." She reached out shutting the door behind herself, keeping her friend locked in the woman's locker room. Then Lita looked to Stacy, arms crossed. "So?"
"Did you see the Hardcore match, between Mick and Randy?"
"No, and I don't care." Was the red head's cold response.
"Lita, don't you care just a little?"
"No."
"Lita-"
"Alright, alright." after a pause. "Did he win?"
"Yes, after getting the crap beat out of him." Stacy said, holding her hands up in the arm, her voice rising.
"What do you want me to do Stacy?" Lita said, her voice rising also. "What do you want me to do? What can I do? Randy put himself in that match, for his arrogance and shallowness, he deserved everything he gets."
"Well he's refusing medical attention, and he can unless his manager, FYI who is YOU has something to say. Besides you got that kid wrapped around your finger. I swear he fears you. Both of them. Randy is going to get medically worse if you don't do something."
Lita sighed. "You were hanging outside the medical room?"
"Oh course." Stacy said, a small smile spreading over her lips.
Lita laughed a little at the revelation. She then turned and followed her friend down the hall way, leaving Edge in the woman's locker room.
~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Randy, come on man, you have to get that cleaned up." Batista said to his friend, who layed on a small cot in the medical office, in and our of conciousness and delusional from his fight.
"No, no, let me bleed."
"Your crazy." Batista said, then looked to the doctor on staff. "Can you do ANYTHING?"
"I can't unless his written consent, his parents or anyone legally attatched to him."
"Great." Batista said under his breath then turned back to Randy, another attempt to convince his friend to get the medical help, even though he knew it was fruitless to even ask.
A moment later, he heard heels clicking down the hallway at a quick speed and another pair of footsteps. He figured Stacy had returned. She had been nice enough to stick around, but after awhile gave up and left. He figured she had finally returned.
A moment later the blonde entered, and moment later Lita entered behind her.
Batista stood at the sight of the red head, still uncomfortable around her and felt guilty for making her so upset almost two weeks previous. He was woundering what she was doing here, until she walked up to the medical trainer. Then it hit him. She could get Randy the attention he needed in more then one way. Legally and by force. The red head was a very admirable woman.
"Do you want me to-"
"Sit down Batista." Lita said firmly but gently at the same time. Any hard feelings toward him seemed to have melted away.
His eyes returned to the doctor who was getting out a shot to numb the pain.
"Stacy, take his hand." Lita said, standing at the head of the cot, her hands laying gently on Randy's shoulders. Obviously she knew what she was doing.
The red head turned toward Batista. "Go to the foot of the cot." He quickly did as instucted.
"Stacy, talk to him."
The blonde nodded, and gently held onto his hand, get firmly at the same time. She rubbed his arm with her other hand in a comforting gesture. "Hey Randy."
The "legend killer" only groaned.
The doctor approached Randy's cot with a needle.
"He doesn't like needles." Batista hissed at Lita. She only gave him a look.
Stacy's face scrunged up in confusion for possible conversation topics. The doctor got closer. He brought the needle toward Randy's arm that Stacy had been gently rubbing. Then he injected it in.
The legend killer made a week attempt to jump up, but Stacy held his arm down, Lita put her weight into his shoulders and Batita held onto his legs.
"Let go." He said in a week voice.
Stacy looked at Lita with a panicked look on her face, trying to come up with a possible conversation topic. Anything.
"So, um, you think I look good in yellow?"
Batista and Lita both gave her matching glares of surprise, embaressment and amusement.
A small smile spread on Randy's face. "Yeah, I think you look good in anything."
Stacy's face turned a soft shade of crimson as the words the legend killer was saying to her. Her eyes became large and round and her mouth became dry unable to form words.
Lita tried not to giggle at the look on Stacy's face.
"Hey Li, you know Im sorry right? I never wanted to see you in your underwear." Randy said, half asleep on the cot.
"Hey, no worries." Lita said sheepishly, still trying not to laugh at the look on the blonde's face.
"Can't blame a guy for trying." Batista through in, trying to lighten the mood. But only got a glare from both woman.
But it seemed everything had shifted. It seemed all four had formed a bond, over Randys bloody beaten body. Ironic huh?
~~~~~
And in the shadows..somebody watched.