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!
THIS ONE'S FOR PAPRICA!!
Music Notes: "Im A Longer Dottie, A rebel" By The Get Up Kids. I like them. There not as hard as I like my music but hey, there home towners. Just Like KillSwitch!
come tomorrow i'll be on my way back home
in the morning call from a roadside telephone
one night doesn't mean the rest of my life
if i go it's not impossible but possible is probably wrong
so, let go because i'm afraid to try
keep my hands by my side
i won't come back
i hope someday you'll understand i want to try
and make it right but dont' know if i can
last night everything was right and the reain was gone
one summer night's the only time we've known
shut your eyes and when you wake i'll be gone
Stacy watched the monitor, a bowl of tortilla chips in front of her.
She quietly snacked on them as Randy paced the locker room floor. She however wasn't watching him. Her mind was else ware..
"Stacy."
The blonde snapped out of her thoughts and looked up at Randy. "Yeah."
He stepped forward, pointing to the bowl of chips. "You mind?"
Stacy looked from the chips up to Randy. "You don't allow eating in the locker room?"
A smile graced his face. "No, do you mind if I have some? I love Tortilla chips."
"Oh!" Stacy said, her eyes grew wide and she let out a small laugh. "Sorry, some people are neat freaks."
"Oh, no problem." Randy replied, taking the seat next to her on couch. He reached for a chip and plopped it into his mouth.
Stacy watched him from the corner of her eye as she nibbled on a chip. "This is a little dry though, I meen seriously. I wish I had some melted velveeta cheese. That is so good."
Randy turned in his sit to so he could see Stacy better. "You like-" He cut himself off by covering his stuffed mouth, and swallowed before continuing. "You like cheese? My dad taught me how to make the best nacho cheese."
Stacy turned in her seat also. Her eyes bright with excitement. "You make home made nacho cheese?"
"Yup." Randy replied, plopping a chip into his mouth. "Want me to make you some?"
"Can you?" Stacy asked with excitment.
"Yeah." He quickly stood up. "There's a grocery store around here, right?"
"I think there's a Stop 'N Shop around the corner." Stacy replied, standing up next to him.
"Alright, let's go."
Her vision began to blur.
She scratched at the hands around her throat.
"Lita, your not going to ruin this for me." Ric hissed, his grip tightning around the red head's throat.
She attempted to kick, but she couldn't.
"You can't stick around, your just going to ruin everything."
Stacy looked through the drawers of the fridge in the evolution, excuse me, former evolution locker room. After a few moments she found it and picked up; a packaged of processed Kraft American cheese. She held it above her head and waved it. "This good?"
Randy stepped up next to her, taking the cheese, and inspecting it. "This will be fine."
Stacy walked past him to the little table in the center of the locker room, placing the cheese in a bowl."Ok so whats next?" Stacy sasked.
Randy stepped next to her. "Jalopeanos."
Stacy looked at him, her face wearing a look of disgust. "Jalopeanos?"
Randy smirked at her reaction. "Yeah, there great. Its the heart of the receipe."
"No thanks." Stacy said, as she unwrapped the cheese slices and placed them in the bowl. "That's just nasty."
"It gives it extra tang, come on, take a chance."
Stacy turned to him, hands on hips, giving him a look. "Lita's the risk taker, not me."
"Oh come on. I'll be hurt if you don't try my nacho cheese." Randy said, a mock hurt look on his face.
Stacy raised an eyebrow. "I didn't take you for a chef Randy. But, so it won't risk a future in your future as a chef, I'll try your cheese."
Randy's smile grew wide, then bounced out of the room in search of his Jalopeanos.
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!
THIS ONE'S FOR PAPRICA!!
Music Notes: "Im A Longer Dottie, A rebel" By The Get Up Kids. I like them. There not as hard as I like my music but hey, there home towners. Just Like KillSwitch!
come tomorrow i'll be on my way back home
in the morning call from a roadside telephone
one night doesn't mean the rest of my life
if i go it's not impossible but possible is probably wrong
so, let go because i'm afraid to try
keep my hands by my side
i won't come back
i hope someday you'll understand i want to try
and make it right but dont' know if i can
last night everything was right and the reain was gone
one summer night's the only time we've known
shut your eyes and when you wake i'll be gone
Stacy watched the monitor, a bowl of tortilla chips in front of her.
She quietly snacked on them as Randy paced the locker room floor. She however wasn't watching him. Her mind was else ware..
"Stacy."
The blonde snapped out of her thoughts and looked up at Randy. "Yeah."
He stepped forward, pointing to the bowl of chips. "You mind?"
Stacy looked from the chips up to Randy. "You don't allow eating in the locker room?"
A smile graced his face. "No, do you mind if I have some? I love Tortilla chips."
"Oh!" Stacy said, her eyes grew wide and she let out a small laugh. "Sorry, some people are neat freaks."
"Oh, no problem." Randy replied, taking the seat next to her on couch. He reached for a chip and plopped it into his mouth.
Stacy watched him from the corner of her eye as she nibbled on a chip. "This is a little dry though, I meen seriously. I wish I had some melted velveeta cheese. That is so good."
Randy turned in his sit to so he could see Stacy better. "You like-" He cut himself off by covering his stuffed mouth, and swallowed before continuing. "You like cheese? My dad taught me how to make the best nacho cheese."
Stacy turned in her seat also. Her eyes bright with excitement. "You make home made nacho cheese?"
"Yup." Randy replied, plopping a chip into his mouth. "Want me to make you some?"
"Can you?" Stacy asked with excitment.
"Yeah." He quickly stood up. "There's a grocery store around here, right?"
"I think there's a Stop 'N Shop around the corner." Stacy replied, standing up next to him.
"Alright, let's go."
Her vision began to blur.
She scratched at the hands around her throat.
"Lita, your not going to ruin this for me." Ric hissed, his grip tightning around the red head's throat.
She attempted to kick, but she couldn't.
"You can't stick around, your just going to ruin everything."
Stacy looked through the drawers of the fridge in the evolution, excuse me, former evolution locker room. After a few moments she found it and picked up; a packaged of processed Kraft American cheese. She held it above her head and waved it. "This good?"
Randy stepped up next to her, taking the cheese, and inspecting it. "This will be fine."
Stacy walked past him to the little table in the center of the locker room, placing the cheese in a bowl."Ok so whats next?" Stacy sasked.
Randy stepped next to her. "Jalopeanos."
Stacy looked at him, her face wearing a look of disgust. "Jalopeanos?"
Randy smirked at her reaction. "Yeah, there great. Its the heart of the receipe."
"No thanks." Stacy said, as she unwrapped the cheese slices and placed them in the bowl. "That's just nasty."
"It gives it extra tang, come on, take a chance."
Stacy turned to him, hands on hips, giving him a look. "Lita's the risk taker, not me."
"Oh come on. I'll be hurt if you don't try my nacho cheese." Randy said, a mock hurt look on his face.
Stacy raised an eyebrow. "I didn't take you for a chef Randy. But, so it won't risk a future in your future as a chef, I'll try your cheese."
Randy's smile grew wide, then bounced out of the room in search of his Jalopeanos.