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: Ok Kane is no longer stalking Lita, and Batista and Flair lost there rematch. Now im gonna stop letting Raw influence my story and have some fun. it's just getting good!
Music Notes: I was listening to radio and heard this song..excuse the um..violence..of the lyrics. but its a violent chapter
Nine Inch Nails. "Closer"
you let me violate you, you let me desecrate you
you let me penetrate you, you let me complicate you
help me I broke apart my insides, help me I've got no soul to sell
help me the only thing that works for me, help me get away from myself
I want to fuck you like an animal
I want to feel you from the inside
I want to fuck you like an animal
my whole existence is flawed
you get me closer to god
you can have my isolation, you can have the hate that it brings
you can have my absence of faith, you can have my everything
help me tear down my reason, help me it's your sex I can smell
help me you make me perfect, help me become somebody else
I want to fuck you like an animal
I want to feel you from the inside
I want to fuck you like an animal
my whole existence is flawed
you get me closer to god
through every forest, above the trees
within my stomach, scraped off my knees
I drink the honey inside your hive
you are the reason I stay alive
"Damnit!" Batista screamed, throwing the chair across the locker room, a loud metallic clang sounded through the room.
Lita flinched at the violence, but by Randy's composure, across the room. She could tell he was use to this. The anger, the violence, the fustration. Something she had felt too many times before.
Stacy cowered in the corner near the 'legend killer' unsure of what to make of the outbreak.
"IM GOING TO KILL HIM! IM GOING TO KILL HIM!"
Lita stepped toward Batista. "David, calm down."
He whipped around, facing her, his face red with anger. "DONT TELL ME TO FUCKING CALM DOWN!"
The locker room was quiet after that. Lita staring down the larger man, Batista and Randy waiting for an explosion on the red head's part.
But she only kept looking at him, then she spoke. "Fine, your upset. Good. You'll need that."
She turned and headed for the door.
"What, what do you mean?" Randy asked, unsure if Lita was going to pull a "Evolution" and get revenge.
Lita turned, looking at the younger man. "Well he's a single compeitior now. He's going to need that anger for when he competes." Then turned on her heal and left the room.
Batista heaved, trying to calm himself down, his mind racing with the oppotunity. Ric's word echoing in his mind. 'Maybe it's time for someone else to shine?'
He needed to find Fliar when he calmed down.
Lita shut the door behind herself, pausing at the door, unsure of what to do.
She closed her eyes, hoping maybe the answer would come flooding back to her. Maybe-.
"Lita."
The red head jumped, opening her eyes, facing the person who intruded on her private thoughts. Edge.
"Hey." He said resting his hand on her arm. "Are you ok?"
"Im fine." She said, then her eyes scanned the locker room door. "evolution." Oh crap, he's going to start woundering why she was outside this room.
"Im just debating if I should knock. I don't want to look stupid if Stacy isn't in here."
"Stacy?" Edge asked, voice full of uncertaintity. "Is she dating Randy?"
"Im not sure, borderline of a obsession and an item. I've looked everywhere for her." She said, guilt sinking in for lying to her friend.
"Oh." They stood in silence for a minute. "Um, so have you been avoiding me?"
'Yes" was the answer that came to her mind. Him, Victoria, Nidia. She has avoided them all. They knew her so well she was afraid they would look at her know what was going on. Then they would hate her. Especially Edge since he currently hated both men.
"No."
"Because I called you-"
"No you didn't" She quickly answered. Too quickly.
He cocked his head to the side, his eyes looking at her intently. "I believe I did, could you just tell me whats going on?"
Lita felt crowded. She stood againd the door, and her friend in front of her. Cornering her. Demanding a answer.
She stepped away from the doorway and made her way down the hall. He was on her heels.
"I just, I've been busy."
"Distant."
She turned around, anger in her eyes and featured. "Don't question me. I have my reasons. You just don't understand and you won't."
The words surprised her. She had been acting, feeling different since last week. Since she got the shit scared out of her. Looking around every corner. It was that damn Kane. Damn Kane.
"I just don't want to talk to anybody." She said, not looking at him, not wanting him to see her tears. "I got to find Stacy." She said, turning and walking a quick pace down the hall, tears falling fast.
"Lita!" He yelled, trying to grasp her attention, as he reached for her hand, and turning her to face him. He was greated by her Hazel eyes red and puffy filled with tears. He was shocked at what he saw. Her so vulnerable. She was broken. Kane had broken her.
He never felt so much anger in his life. "It's Kane, Kane did this. He has you turned inside out and looking over your shoulder."
"I don't want to talk about this." She said, her voice hoarse, trying to keep a sob from escaping her throat.
"I can't believe this, he has you so scared-"
"IM NOT ALOUD TO BE SCARED?" She yelled, then brought a hand to her mouth, trying to stop a flood of tears.
"No. Your aloud to be scared." He said softly, gently. Something foreign to him. "I'm just pissed that he did this too you." He pulled her toward him and wrapped his arms around her, in a hug. A gesture that surprised the both of them.
She let him do that for a few seconds, when she realised how pathetic she was being. She roughly pushed him back, and looked at him. Fiercly. "I'm not afraid of anything." Then broke in a run down the hall, trying to forget that moment she let herself look so week and vulnerable. Something she wanted to put behind herself.
Halfway down the hallway, she whipped out her cellphone and dialed a fimilar number.
"Please pick, please pick up." She silently prayed. She ducked into an empty room, and shut the door behind herself.
"Hello?" A groggy voice answered.
"Jeff." She whispered.
"Who is this?" Came the answer.
"I should smack you for that comment, who do you think this is."
Unknown to her, Jeff, who has been sleeping, sat up in bed, eyes wide. "Lita?"
"Yeah."
They hadn't spoken since shetold him about her new gig.
"Geez, I've been trying to call you in forever-"
"I disconnected my phone." She answered, cutting him off.
"I pretty much figured that. You not fun when your depressed. I meen you on medication and all suicidal after you broke your neck-"
"Lets not go back to old memory's Jeff." She said, cutting him off once again.
"Sorry, It's just you seemed you were doing great and then after this Kane thing. I called Stacy and she told me you were acting up again. I'm going to fly down there tonight. I don't care."
"Jeff don't."
"Why not?" He said, defensivly. "I thought old wounds were closed?"
"They are. But I don't want you going out of your way."
"Fine."
"Fine."
"Bye."
"Bye."
She hung up the phone with a click, and turned to leave the room, which ended up being a break room for superstars, since they didn't have much of a lobby for superstars that tey were use too.
The red head jumped, a small yelp leaving her throat, directly in front of her was Ric Flair.
"Bit jumpy, are we Lita?" He said.
"No, were you behind me the whole time?"
The man watched her moment before speaking. "Yes."
"Ok, thats a little creepy." She said, walking past him, but he only stepped in front of her. "Lita, I need to speak with you."
"Ok... about what?"
"Listen, you said Batista and I can still speak, I know you did, the boys told me."
"Sure whatever I don't care." She said, trying to get out of this room as soon as possible. She was getting clostraphobic.
"Lita, It's ok that I stay a tag team with Batista, try to get out titles back. I know I must get your permission-"
"Ric, I really want the boys to treat to compete as a singles competitors."
"But we're a team." He said.
"I know, but I think the whole tag team thing is holding him back. I meen sure, if you want to tag with him once in a while or even compete against him again, sure. But I want him to suceed."
Ric eyed her, maybe to intimidate her. "Lita I think you should make me there manager, both boys."
Lita was taken back. "What?"
"Just stop being there manager, I can put them in the right direction."
"I think I'm doing a good job, thanks. They need to break away and concentrate on there careers. They are growing under me."
"So."
"So, It's my job."
"Lita, do you think you can handle those boys? They're monsters, they'll eat you alive."
"Im not putting my job on the line."
"Think of it as a worthy cause Lita, think of it as the greater cause. A worthy sacrifise."
Lita eyes the man closely, backing up against a wall. "A sacrifise?" The man's choice of word's nerved her.
"Listen Lita, Listen well. You will be doing the right thing. Being responsible for the rebirth of a new and greater Evolution."
Anger and fear swelled in Lita. "I don't want to be responsible for the 'rebirth' of evoltuon, RIC, Evolution wasn't some great faction, they were bullies that worshipped Triple H. They weren't anything spectacular. Get use to it Ric."
She could see the blood rising to his face, she chose her next words carefully.
"Face it. Evolution is done."
He reacted in a way not even she suspected. He jumped forward, taking both his hands to her throat and putting all his weight into it. Pushing her violently into the ball, maybe in hopes of pushing her throught it.
She squirmed her arms and kicked her legs, but he has positioned himself in such a way that she couldn't escape.
She found it hard to breath.
Nobody knew she was here, almost everyone was going home.
A thought suddenly occured to her.
She was going to die.
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: Ok Kane is no longer stalking Lita, and Batista and Flair lost there rematch. Now im gonna stop letting Raw influence my story and have some fun. it's just getting good!
Music Notes: I was listening to radio and heard this song..excuse the um..violence..of the lyrics. but its a violent chapter
Nine Inch Nails. "Closer"
you let me violate you, you let me desecrate you
you let me penetrate you, you let me complicate you
help me I broke apart my insides, help me I've got no soul to sell
help me the only thing that works for me, help me get away from myself
I want to fuck you like an animal
I want to feel you from the inside
I want to fuck you like an animal
my whole existence is flawed
you get me closer to god
you can have my isolation, you can have the hate that it brings
you can have my absence of faith, you can have my everything
help me tear down my reason, help me it's your sex I can smell
help me you make me perfect, help me become somebody else
I want to fuck you like an animal
I want to feel you from the inside
I want to fuck you like an animal
my whole existence is flawed
you get me closer to god
through every forest, above the trees
within my stomach, scraped off my knees
I drink the honey inside your hive
you are the reason I stay alive
"Damnit!" Batista screamed, throwing the chair across the locker room, a loud metallic clang sounded through the room.
Lita flinched at the violence, but by Randy's composure, across the room. She could tell he was use to this. The anger, the violence, the fustration. Something she had felt too many times before.
Stacy cowered in the corner near the 'legend killer' unsure of what to make of the outbreak.
"IM GOING TO KILL HIM! IM GOING TO KILL HIM!"
Lita stepped toward Batista. "David, calm down."
He whipped around, facing her, his face red with anger. "DONT TELL ME TO FUCKING CALM DOWN!"
The locker room was quiet after that. Lita staring down the larger man, Batista and Randy waiting for an explosion on the red head's part.
But she only kept looking at him, then she spoke. "Fine, your upset. Good. You'll need that."
She turned and headed for the door.
"What, what do you mean?" Randy asked, unsure if Lita was going to pull a "Evolution" and get revenge.
Lita turned, looking at the younger man. "Well he's a single compeitior now. He's going to need that anger for when he competes." Then turned on her heal and left the room.
Batista heaved, trying to calm himself down, his mind racing with the oppotunity. Ric's word echoing in his mind. 'Maybe it's time for someone else to shine?'
He needed to find Fliar when he calmed down.
Lita shut the door behind herself, pausing at the door, unsure of what to do.
She closed her eyes, hoping maybe the answer would come flooding back to her. Maybe-.
"Lita."
The red head jumped, opening her eyes, facing the person who intruded on her private thoughts. Edge.
"Hey." He said resting his hand on her arm. "Are you ok?"
"Im fine." She said, then her eyes scanned the locker room door. "evolution." Oh crap, he's going to start woundering why she was outside this room.
"Im just debating if I should knock. I don't want to look stupid if Stacy isn't in here."
"Stacy?" Edge asked, voice full of uncertaintity. "Is she dating Randy?"
"Im not sure, borderline of a obsession and an item. I've looked everywhere for her." She said, guilt sinking in for lying to her friend.
"Oh." They stood in silence for a minute. "Um, so have you been avoiding me?"
'Yes" was the answer that came to her mind. Him, Victoria, Nidia. She has avoided them all. They knew her so well she was afraid they would look at her know what was going on. Then they would hate her. Especially Edge since he currently hated both men.
"No."
"Because I called you-"
"No you didn't" She quickly answered. Too quickly.
He cocked his head to the side, his eyes looking at her intently. "I believe I did, could you just tell me whats going on?"
Lita felt crowded. She stood againd the door, and her friend in front of her. Cornering her. Demanding a answer.
She stepped away from the doorway and made her way down the hall. He was on her heels.
"I just, I've been busy."
"Distant."
She turned around, anger in her eyes and featured. "Don't question me. I have my reasons. You just don't understand and you won't."
The words surprised her. She had been acting, feeling different since last week. Since she got the shit scared out of her. Looking around every corner. It was that damn Kane. Damn Kane.
"I just don't want to talk to anybody." She said, not looking at him, not wanting him to see her tears. "I got to find Stacy." She said, turning and walking a quick pace down the hall, tears falling fast.
"Lita!" He yelled, trying to grasp her attention, as he reached for her hand, and turning her to face him. He was greated by her Hazel eyes red and puffy filled with tears. He was shocked at what he saw. Her so vulnerable. She was broken. Kane had broken her.
He never felt so much anger in his life. "It's Kane, Kane did this. He has you turned inside out and looking over your shoulder."
"I don't want to talk about this." She said, her voice hoarse, trying to keep a sob from escaping her throat.
"I can't believe this, he has you so scared-"
"IM NOT ALOUD TO BE SCARED?" She yelled, then brought a hand to her mouth, trying to stop a flood of tears.
"No. Your aloud to be scared." He said softly, gently. Something foreign to him. "I'm just pissed that he did this too you." He pulled her toward him and wrapped his arms around her, in a hug. A gesture that surprised the both of them.
She let him do that for a few seconds, when she realised how pathetic she was being. She roughly pushed him back, and looked at him. Fiercly. "I'm not afraid of anything." Then broke in a run down the hall, trying to forget that moment she let herself look so week and vulnerable. Something she wanted to put behind herself.
Halfway down the hallway, she whipped out her cellphone and dialed a fimilar number.
"Please pick, please pick up." She silently prayed. She ducked into an empty room, and shut the door behind herself.
"Hello?" A groggy voice answered.
"Jeff." She whispered.
"Who is this?" Came the answer.
"I should smack you for that comment, who do you think this is."
Unknown to her, Jeff, who has been sleeping, sat up in bed, eyes wide. "Lita?"
"Yeah."
They hadn't spoken since shetold him about her new gig.
"Geez, I've been trying to call you in forever-"
"I disconnected my phone." She answered, cutting him off.
"I pretty much figured that. You not fun when your depressed. I meen you on medication and all suicidal after you broke your neck-"
"Lets not go back to old memory's Jeff." She said, cutting him off once again.
"Sorry, It's just you seemed you were doing great and then after this Kane thing. I called Stacy and she told me you were acting up again. I'm going to fly down there tonight. I don't care."
"Jeff don't."
"Why not?" He said, defensivly. "I thought old wounds were closed?"
"They are. But I don't want you going out of your way."
"Fine."
"Fine."
"Bye."
"Bye."
She hung up the phone with a click, and turned to leave the room, which ended up being a break room for superstars, since they didn't have much of a lobby for superstars that tey were use too.
The red head jumped, a small yelp leaving her throat, directly in front of her was Ric Flair.
"Bit jumpy, are we Lita?" He said.
"No, were you behind me the whole time?"
The man watched her moment before speaking. "Yes."
"Ok, thats a little creepy." She said, walking past him, but he only stepped in front of her. "Lita, I need to speak with you."
"Ok... about what?"
"Listen, you said Batista and I can still speak, I know you did, the boys told me."
"Sure whatever I don't care." She said, trying to get out of this room as soon as possible. She was getting clostraphobic.
"Lita, It's ok that I stay a tag team with Batista, try to get out titles back. I know I must get your permission-"
"Ric, I really want the boys to treat to compete as a singles competitors."
"But we're a team." He said.
"I know, but I think the whole tag team thing is holding him back. I meen sure, if you want to tag with him once in a while or even compete against him again, sure. But I want him to suceed."
Ric eyed her, maybe to intimidate her. "Lita I think you should make me there manager, both boys."
Lita was taken back. "What?"
"Just stop being there manager, I can put them in the right direction."
"I think I'm doing a good job, thanks. They need to break away and concentrate on there careers. They are growing under me."
"So."
"So, It's my job."
"Lita, do you think you can handle those boys? They're monsters, they'll eat you alive."
"Im not putting my job on the line."
"Think of it as a worthy cause Lita, think of it as the greater cause. A worthy sacrifise."
Lita eyes the man closely, backing up against a wall. "A sacrifise?" The man's choice of word's nerved her.
"Listen Lita, Listen well. You will be doing the right thing. Being responsible for the rebirth of a new and greater Evolution."
Anger and fear swelled in Lita. "I don't want to be responsible for the 'rebirth' of evoltuon, RIC, Evolution wasn't some great faction, they were bullies that worshipped Triple H. They weren't anything spectacular. Get use to it Ric."
She could see the blood rising to his face, she chose her next words carefully.
"Face it. Evolution is done."
He reacted in a way not even she suspected. He jumped forward, taking both his hands to her throat and putting all his weight into it. Pushing her violently into the ball, maybe in hopes of pushing her throught it.
She squirmed her arms and kicked her legs, but he has positioned himself in such a way that she couldn't escape.
She found it hard to breath.
Nobody knew she was here, almost everyone was going home.
A thought suddenly occured to her.
She was going to die.