Title: Lessons
Author: Remain Nameless, other wise known as Kay
Email: RemainNameless17aol.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: Im changing the "Kane Experience" a little for my own selfishness..thankyou.
Music Notes: "Before We Die" By Boy Hits Car. Awsomeness Band and they sing Lita's theme song! Also im going to have
some exerpts from her theme!
Before We Die
Can the creatious night learn to prototize?
The sun sealed the day, after painting canvas sky beautifully.
And now I watch the people rolling by my window,
Wondering if they have found what they are looking for.
'Cause everyone has, has that song inside that will forever keep us alive.
So where are you? Oh, my listless one.
Are you still there writhing in what is gone? Because
If we don't go within then we may go without
Elation left to follow the silhouette of secrets.
Protruding evening, perhaps searching for
A new world before, before they die.
"Cause everything wants to give its gift to this silent world.
Before they die.
Die.
Where are you, oh listless one?
Are you still there writing a sad song?
And will protect our love and, oh! how I long for
The rolling hills covered in nothing green grass
Where our thoughts will in touch our skin.
Can the creations night learn to prototize?
The sun sealed the day, after painting canvas sky beautifully.
And now I watch the people rolling by my window,
Wondering if they have found what they are looking for.
'Cause everyone has, has that song inside that will forever keep us alive.
'Cause everything wants to give its gift to this silent world
Before they die.
Die.
Stacy plopped her self in front of the monitor in the dressing room.
This sucked.
Randy and Batista were both insulted by Lita and had both gone off to do some other things they so wouldn't have to watch her match.
Randy was in the mirror shaving while Batista was packing his things.
They both had gotten up when the first cords of "LoveFuryPassionEnergy" first began to play.
So here she sat alone.
It felt very wrong. All of them being mad at eachother.
Lita was right about Randy's ego, and Batista always backing up Randy.
But her intentions's just didn't seem right.
Like there was more to her outburst, beyond the boys getting on her nerves.
Her thoughts however were broken by the horse seductive voice of Val Venis saying 'Hello Ladies.' Stacy then decided to abandon her thoughts and enjoy the match.
She's like a lost flower growing up through a crack, In the busting sidewalk moving like a river so sad.
So hey where we going? Tell me where we've gone? Was there love and fury, energy and passion?
So fuck you rules man. you'll step up, you'll go down fast. I've got to rid these of the shit that has made up my past
So go paint your face and proclaim thy warrior song, cuz life is a brutal fight until we show,
A shade of timelessness, for we all are distinct and the waiting hour transcend and to release
Stacy's body froze as she heard the typing of the keys introducing Matt as the final member of this matchup.
She knew it bothered Lita to be at odd's with her ex, but what else was she going to do?
The blonde inched closer to the tv, the very end of her bottom on the edge of the couch.
What happened next, made her freeze in place, like a deer in the headlights..
Kane's pyro's went off.
So fuck you rules man. you'll step up, you'll go down fast. I've got to rid these of the shit that has made up my past.
So go let your soul dance baby. Time to be yourself at last. Unshackle your life spirit. Try a waver from the past.
Stacy stood up quickly, her mouth becoming dry.
She wanted to scream, cry, do SOMETHING.
A sick feeling possessed her as a feeling went through, a sudden sick though.
Kane was making a sacrifise...
And Stacy knew it who it was.
For he was making a bee-line for Lita...
'Cuz it's gone.
Stacy couldn't find her voice. Her throat closed from the dryness of her throat.
She was so scared, as if Lita was some how sharing her fear through her.
This wasn't happening.
This couldn't be happening!
She opened her mouth to scream, but only a raspy noise came from the depths of her soul.
Her fear was consuming her, as Kane came toward Lita.
Her mind screamed, perhaps hoping it could reach Lita. 'Get out of there!'
It seemed it didn't reach her.
For the monster grabbed her friend, and threw her violenty across the ring.
Tears began to fall gracefully from her eyes.
Like a lost flower growing with mad wind
Like a Sad river who has no end.
Stacy's eyes grew wide at the scene. Not sure what to do.
A though struck her, something that terrified her...
......Lita was going to die.
She couldn't let her bestfriend die. The only girl who didn't see her as some blonde compeition.
It was then it struck her how dear the red head was to her.
Her mind raced quickly, so quickly she couldn't pluck a thought.
SHE HAD TO DO SOMETHING!
All came was a reaction.
As Kane wrapped his massive hand around the red head's surgically repaired neck, she opened her mouth and let out a scream of pain and anguish and fear.
So fuck your rules man
'cuz here comes my passion
So fuck your rules man
'cuz here comes my love
So fuck your rules man
here comes pure energy
So fuck your rules man
'cuz here comes my fury
Her eyes became round as orbs, tears making her eyes glassy and transparent. She found her voice.
'NO! NO! LEAVE HER ALONE!"
Her words seem to mimick those of J.R on the television. "SOMEBODY HELP HER! PLEASE!"
Her screams of course couldn't be heard.
"Please." She said in a whisper, her body shaking with sobs. "Please."
The next thing that happened caused her to scream. "NO!"
So fuck your rules man
So fuck your rules man
So fuck your rules man
So fuck your rules man
A moment later, Randy entered the locker room.
"Stacy whats wrong?" He asked, sounding a little annoyed, by gosh a miracle, concerned.
He stepped behind the blonde, and gently turned her toward him. "Stacy." He said, taking her face in his hands, forcing her to look at him. "What's wrong?"
She looked at him, fear in her eyes, also anger. She needed somebody to take it out on. Bringing her fist back, she punched him hard in the stomach. "I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU! ITS ALL YOUR FAULT! IF SHE DIES IT'S YOUR FAULT!"
The petite blonde continued her beating on the legend killer for a few quick seconds. Finally Randy grabbed her arms, holding them firmly, and looked into her eyes seeing fear. Intense fear.
"Stacy... what's wrong."
Stacy threw her arms around him, crying violently into his shoulder. "Look.. look at the monitor."
In some sort of comforting gesture, he brushed her blonde hair a bit, hoping to make her feel better, his brown eyes on the monitor.
His eyes widened in horror.
She's like a lost flower growing up through a crack, In the busting sidewalk moving like a river so sad.
So hey where we going? Tell me where we've gone? Was there love and fury, energy and passion?
So fuck you rules man. you'll step up, you'll go down fast. I've got to rid these of the shit that has made up my past
So go paint your face and proclaim thy warrior song, cuz life is a brutal fight until we show,
A shade of timelessness, for we all are distinct and the waiting hour transcend and to release
"We got to do something." Randy said, pulling away from Stacy.
Stacy looked to the monitor, Lita in a corner, frightened.
"Are you going to.. go after Kane?" Stacy said, her low in a whisper.
Randy hesitated, his hand on the knob. "I.. I... don't know." His twisted the knob, but was unsuccessful.
"What the hell, it..it's locked!"
"What?" Stacy yelled, stalking over next to 'the legend killer', her eye's wide in disbelief. "You can't be serious."
Randy looked over to the blonde. "I' dead serious."
Seconds later a new voice joined them. "Well we have to do somthing."
The pair turned to see Batista join them, his eyes not leaving the monitor.
So fuck you rules man. you'll step up, you'll go down fast. I've got to rid these of the shit that has made up my past.
So go let your soul dance baby. Time to be yourself at last. Unshackle your life spirit. Try a waver from the past.
'Cuz it's gone.
Like a lost flower growing with mad wind
Like a Sad river who has no end.
Batista and Randy inspected the lock.
"We could just rip the doors off the hinges." Batista suggested.
Randy gave him a look, one that told him he very much doubted the larger man's intelligence.
"Sorry." Batista mumbled.
The two were interupted by the clicking of Stacy's shoes as she came out of the shower room of the locker room.
"Find anything?"
Stacy hesitated, looking at both men. "Sort of."
"Sort of how?" Randy asked, watching the tall blonde.
"Well, um-" Stacy was cut off, her eyes focusing on the television screen.
"Oh thank god."
"What? Randy and Batista said in usion.
"She's ok, Matt saved her."
Both men nodded satisfied, then looked at her shocked, and again said at the same time. "Matt?"
So fuck your rules man
'cuz here comes my passion
So fuck your rules man
'cuz here comes my love
So fuck your rules man
here comes pure energy
So fuck your rules man
'cuz here comes my fury
Stacy ripped open her makeup kit.
"What are you doing?" Randy called from the door.
"I just thought of something."
"What, you forgot to pluck your eyebrows?" He shot at her, a small, almost flirtatious smile came apon his face.
"Sort of." A moment later, she retrieved what she was looking for, holding up a pair of tweazers. "I think I can pick the lock."
Both men looked at eachother, both surprised by the blonde's outburst.
So fuck your rules man
So fuck your rules man
So fuck your rules man
So fuck your rules man
The hallways almost seemed, dead, quiet.
It was five minutes until Benoit and Edge vs. Evoltuon's (well former to a few people's knowledge) Ric Flair and Batista.
But, as if on a mission, three people walked.
"Were do you think she is?" Stacy hissed, on the outside of the group, Randy in the middle. Batista on the other end.
"Probably in the medical room."
The three turned to go down the hallway leading them there when they caught sight of a lone figure at the end of the hallway.
Alert and frightened.
A sob escpaed Stacy's throat from relief.
"Lita!" The blonde yelled, running over to the red head, throwing her arms around her friend, both girls breaking out in tears.
Both men hung back, observing the scene.
"We were trying to save you, you know Lita? We care." Stacy whispered. "The door was locked."
Lita looked up from the blonde, to Randy and Batista. "Really?"
There silence was enough.
In that moment in the hallway, coming to a mutual understanding.
It had become less apparent that they had been forced to work together.
It seemed..like..
They actually liked eachother.
So fuck your rules man
So fuck your rules man
So fuck your rules man
So fuck your rules man
Stacy looked at both men, grabbing a hold of there hands, leading them to the red head.
The three looked at eachother cautiously.
The blonde between them there life line.
Both hesitated, unsure of what to do next.
Finally Stacy flung one arm around Randy, and one around Lita, bringing the three of them into a hug.
Cuatiously, Lita brought an arm about, as did Randy. Unsure of what this would meen.
Batista joined in a moment later, hesitently.
It seemed awkward at first, but them seemed right, almost natural.
Stacy and Lita looked at eachother, tears in eachothers eyes from relief of the red head's safety. Stacy stiffled a giggle, Lita let out a small laugh at how they found themselves in the most unlikely of situations.
Things had changed...
Like they had broken all the rules in that one second...
So fuck you rules man. you'll step up, you'll go down fast. I've got to rid these of the shit that has made up my past.
So go let your soul dance baby. Time to be yourself at last. Unshackle your life spirit. Try a waver from the past.
But hey, they lives to break the rules.....
..........So go fuck your rules man.
Lita's lyrics I put in because they are kind of symbolic to the chapter. Weird as heck? Yes. But I wanted them to cross that bridge
from were they wished death apon eachother to were they felt the safest with eachother. were relashionships could be developed.
romantic and non romantic. reading this back it seems a bit weird, but hey it needed to be written. the end almost seems like the end.
it sounds like the end. and it is. the end of an era, a period in my story. for batista and fliar will loose the titles and thats the end
of evolution. how will they effect flair? Youll have to see. But in case i scared you, this isn't the end. Its just the begining.
Kind weird i begin it at chapter 17 huh?
email me guys!
thanks to all you reviewed!
-Kay
Author: Remain Nameless, other wise known as Kay
Email: RemainNameless17aol.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: Im changing the "Kane Experience" a little for my own selfishness..thankyou.
Music Notes: "Before We Die" By Boy Hits Car. Awsomeness Band and they sing Lita's theme song! Also im going to have
some exerpts from her theme!
Before We Die
Can the creatious night learn to prototize?
The sun sealed the day, after painting canvas sky beautifully.
And now I watch the people rolling by my window,
Wondering if they have found what they are looking for.
'Cause everyone has, has that song inside that will forever keep us alive.
So where are you? Oh, my listless one.
Are you still there writhing in what is gone? Because
If we don't go within then we may go without
Elation left to follow the silhouette of secrets.
Protruding evening, perhaps searching for
A new world before, before they die.
"Cause everything wants to give its gift to this silent world.
Before they die.
Die.
Where are you, oh listless one?
Are you still there writing a sad song?
And will protect our love and, oh! how I long for
The rolling hills covered in nothing green grass
Where our thoughts will in touch our skin.
Can the creations night learn to prototize?
The sun sealed the day, after painting canvas sky beautifully.
And now I watch the people rolling by my window,
Wondering if they have found what they are looking for.
'Cause everyone has, has that song inside that will forever keep us alive.
'Cause everything wants to give its gift to this silent world
Before they die.
Die.
Stacy plopped her self in front of the monitor in the dressing room.
This sucked.
Randy and Batista were both insulted by Lita and had both gone off to do some other things they so wouldn't have to watch her match.
Randy was in the mirror shaving while Batista was packing his things.
They both had gotten up when the first cords of "LoveFuryPassionEnergy" first began to play.
So here she sat alone.
It felt very wrong. All of them being mad at eachother.
Lita was right about Randy's ego, and Batista always backing up Randy.
But her intentions's just didn't seem right.
Like there was more to her outburst, beyond the boys getting on her nerves.
Her thoughts however were broken by the horse seductive voice of Val Venis saying 'Hello Ladies.' Stacy then decided to abandon her thoughts and enjoy the match.
She's like a lost flower growing up through a crack, In the busting sidewalk moving like a river so sad.
So hey where we going? Tell me where we've gone? Was there love and fury, energy and passion?
So fuck you rules man. you'll step up, you'll go down fast. I've got to rid these of the shit that has made up my past
So go paint your face and proclaim thy warrior song, cuz life is a brutal fight until we show,
A shade of timelessness, for we all are distinct and the waiting hour transcend and to release
Stacy's body froze as she heard the typing of the keys introducing Matt as the final member of this matchup.
She knew it bothered Lita to be at odd's with her ex, but what else was she going to do?
The blonde inched closer to the tv, the very end of her bottom on the edge of the couch.
What happened next, made her freeze in place, like a deer in the headlights..
Kane's pyro's went off.
So fuck you rules man. you'll step up, you'll go down fast. I've got to rid these of the shit that has made up my past.
So go let your soul dance baby. Time to be yourself at last. Unshackle your life spirit. Try a waver from the past.
Stacy stood up quickly, her mouth becoming dry.
She wanted to scream, cry, do SOMETHING.
A sick feeling possessed her as a feeling went through, a sudden sick though.
Kane was making a sacrifise...
And Stacy knew it who it was.
For he was making a bee-line for Lita...
'Cuz it's gone.
Stacy couldn't find her voice. Her throat closed from the dryness of her throat.
She was so scared, as if Lita was some how sharing her fear through her.
This wasn't happening.
This couldn't be happening!
She opened her mouth to scream, but only a raspy noise came from the depths of her soul.
Her fear was consuming her, as Kane came toward Lita.
Her mind screamed, perhaps hoping it could reach Lita. 'Get out of there!'
It seemed it didn't reach her.
For the monster grabbed her friend, and threw her violenty across the ring.
Tears began to fall gracefully from her eyes.
Like a lost flower growing with mad wind
Like a Sad river who has no end.
Stacy's eyes grew wide at the scene. Not sure what to do.
A though struck her, something that terrified her...
......Lita was going to die.
She couldn't let her bestfriend die. The only girl who didn't see her as some blonde compeition.
It was then it struck her how dear the red head was to her.
Her mind raced quickly, so quickly she couldn't pluck a thought.
SHE HAD TO DO SOMETHING!
All came was a reaction.
As Kane wrapped his massive hand around the red head's surgically repaired neck, she opened her mouth and let out a scream of pain and anguish and fear.
So fuck your rules man
'cuz here comes my passion
So fuck your rules man
'cuz here comes my love
So fuck your rules man
here comes pure energy
So fuck your rules man
'cuz here comes my fury
Her eyes became round as orbs, tears making her eyes glassy and transparent. She found her voice.
'NO! NO! LEAVE HER ALONE!"
Her words seem to mimick those of J.R on the television. "SOMEBODY HELP HER! PLEASE!"
Her screams of course couldn't be heard.
"Please." She said in a whisper, her body shaking with sobs. "Please."
The next thing that happened caused her to scream. "NO!"
So fuck your rules man
So fuck your rules man
So fuck your rules man
So fuck your rules man
A moment later, Randy entered the locker room.
"Stacy whats wrong?" He asked, sounding a little annoyed, by gosh a miracle, concerned.
He stepped behind the blonde, and gently turned her toward him. "Stacy." He said, taking her face in his hands, forcing her to look at him. "What's wrong?"
She looked at him, fear in her eyes, also anger. She needed somebody to take it out on. Bringing her fist back, she punched him hard in the stomach. "I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU! ITS ALL YOUR FAULT! IF SHE DIES IT'S YOUR FAULT!"
The petite blonde continued her beating on the legend killer for a few quick seconds. Finally Randy grabbed her arms, holding them firmly, and looked into her eyes seeing fear. Intense fear.
"Stacy... what's wrong."
Stacy threw her arms around him, crying violently into his shoulder. "Look.. look at the monitor."
In some sort of comforting gesture, he brushed her blonde hair a bit, hoping to make her feel better, his brown eyes on the monitor.
His eyes widened in horror.
She's like a lost flower growing up through a crack, In the busting sidewalk moving like a river so sad.
So hey where we going? Tell me where we've gone? Was there love and fury, energy and passion?
So fuck you rules man. you'll step up, you'll go down fast. I've got to rid these of the shit that has made up my past
So go paint your face and proclaim thy warrior song, cuz life is a brutal fight until we show,
A shade of timelessness, for we all are distinct and the waiting hour transcend and to release
"We got to do something." Randy said, pulling away from Stacy.
Stacy looked to the monitor, Lita in a corner, frightened.
"Are you going to.. go after Kane?" Stacy said, her low in a whisper.
Randy hesitated, his hand on the knob. "I.. I... don't know." His twisted the knob, but was unsuccessful.
"What the hell, it..it's locked!"
"What?" Stacy yelled, stalking over next to 'the legend killer', her eye's wide in disbelief. "You can't be serious."
Randy looked over to the blonde. "I' dead serious."
Seconds later a new voice joined them. "Well we have to do somthing."
The pair turned to see Batista join them, his eyes not leaving the monitor.
So fuck you rules man. you'll step up, you'll go down fast. I've got to rid these of the shit that has made up my past.
So go let your soul dance baby. Time to be yourself at last. Unshackle your life spirit. Try a waver from the past.
'Cuz it's gone.
Like a lost flower growing with mad wind
Like a Sad river who has no end.
Batista and Randy inspected the lock.
"We could just rip the doors off the hinges." Batista suggested.
Randy gave him a look, one that told him he very much doubted the larger man's intelligence.
"Sorry." Batista mumbled.
The two were interupted by the clicking of Stacy's shoes as she came out of the shower room of the locker room.
"Find anything?"
Stacy hesitated, looking at both men. "Sort of."
"Sort of how?" Randy asked, watching the tall blonde.
"Well, um-" Stacy was cut off, her eyes focusing on the television screen.
"Oh thank god."
"What? Randy and Batista said in usion.
"She's ok, Matt saved her."
Both men nodded satisfied, then looked at her shocked, and again said at the same time. "Matt?"
So fuck your rules man
'cuz here comes my passion
So fuck your rules man
'cuz here comes my love
So fuck your rules man
here comes pure energy
So fuck your rules man
'cuz here comes my fury
Stacy ripped open her makeup kit.
"What are you doing?" Randy called from the door.
"I just thought of something."
"What, you forgot to pluck your eyebrows?" He shot at her, a small, almost flirtatious smile came apon his face.
"Sort of." A moment later, she retrieved what she was looking for, holding up a pair of tweazers. "I think I can pick the lock."
Both men looked at eachother, both surprised by the blonde's outburst.
So fuck your rules man
So fuck your rules man
So fuck your rules man
So fuck your rules man
The hallways almost seemed, dead, quiet.
It was five minutes until Benoit and Edge vs. Evoltuon's (well former to a few people's knowledge) Ric Flair and Batista.
But, as if on a mission, three people walked.
"Were do you think she is?" Stacy hissed, on the outside of the group, Randy in the middle. Batista on the other end.
"Probably in the medical room."
The three turned to go down the hallway leading them there when they caught sight of a lone figure at the end of the hallway.
Alert and frightened.
A sob escpaed Stacy's throat from relief.
"Lita!" The blonde yelled, running over to the red head, throwing her arms around her friend, both girls breaking out in tears.
Both men hung back, observing the scene.
"We were trying to save you, you know Lita? We care." Stacy whispered. "The door was locked."
Lita looked up from the blonde, to Randy and Batista. "Really?"
There silence was enough.
In that moment in the hallway, coming to a mutual understanding.
It had become less apparent that they had been forced to work together.
It seemed..like..
They actually liked eachother.
So fuck your rules man
So fuck your rules man
So fuck your rules man
So fuck your rules man
Stacy looked at both men, grabbing a hold of there hands, leading them to the red head.
The three looked at eachother cautiously.
The blonde between them there life line.
Both hesitated, unsure of what to do next.
Finally Stacy flung one arm around Randy, and one around Lita, bringing the three of them into a hug.
Cuatiously, Lita brought an arm about, as did Randy. Unsure of what this would meen.
Batista joined in a moment later, hesitently.
It seemed awkward at first, but them seemed right, almost natural.
Stacy and Lita looked at eachother, tears in eachothers eyes from relief of the red head's safety. Stacy stiffled a giggle, Lita let out a small laugh at how they found themselves in the most unlikely of situations.
Things had changed...
Like they had broken all the rules in that one second...
So fuck you rules man. you'll step up, you'll go down fast. I've got to rid these of the shit that has made up my past.
So go let your soul dance baby. Time to be yourself at last. Unshackle your life spirit. Try a waver from the past.
But hey, they lives to break the rules.....
..........So go fuck your rules man.
Lita's lyrics I put in because they are kind of symbolic to the chapter. Weird as heck? Yes. But I wanted them to cross that bridge
from were they wished death apon eachother to were they felt the safest with eachother. were relashionships could be developed.
romantic and non romantic. reading this back it seems a bit weird, but hey it needed to be written. the end almost seems like the end.
it sounds like the end. and it is. the end of an era, a period in my story. for batista and fliar will loose the titles and thats the end
of evolution. how will they effect flair? Youll have to see. But in case i scared you, this isn't the end. Its just the begining.
Kind weird i begin it at chapter 17 huh?
email me guys!
thanks to all you reviewed!
-Kay