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: Sorry for the lack of updates. Paprica, im currently working on the love story and should be up tommorrow or thursday. I'll give you a hint of whats been keeping me busy...
he's irish :)
Music Notes: "out of control" by hoobastank. I heard this song on my friends cd and I needed to put it in here. Its a little too soft for my taste but, hey what I can you do? its fate.
"Out Of Control"
I've done everything as you say
I've followed your rules without question
I thought it would help me see things clearly
But instead of helping me to see
I look around and it's like I'm blinded
I'm spinning out of control
Out of control
I'm spinning out of control
Out of control
Where should I go?
What should I do?
I don't understand what you want from me
Cause I don't know
If I can trust you
I don't understand what you want from me
I feel like I'm spinning out of control
Try to focus but everything's twisted
And all along I thought you would be there
(Thought you would be there)
To let me know I'm not alone
But in fact that's exactly what I was
I'm spinning out of control
Out of control
I'm spinning out of control
Out of control
Where should I go?
What should I do?
I don't understand what you want from me
Cause I don't know
If I can trust you
All of the things you've said to me
I may never know the answer
To this endless mystery
Where should I go?
What should I do?
I don't understand what you want from me
Is it a mystery?
Is it a mystery?
I'm spinning out of control
Out of control
I'm spinning out of control
Out of control
I'm spinning out of control
Out of control
I'm spinning out of control...
Where should I go?
What should I do?
I don't understand what you want from me
Cause I don't know
If I can trust you
All the things you've said to me
And I may never know the answer
To this endless mystery
Where should I go?
What should I do?
I don't understand what you want from me
I'm spinning out of control
Out of control
I'm spinning out of control
Out of control
"This is getting out of control."
Lita looked in the bathroom mirror inspecting her bruised neck.
She grazed her finger delictaely over the brusie that held the shape of a large hand.
Ric Flair's hands.
She stood in Batista's hotel bathroom, some place she ever imagined her self being.
Even if it was only so they wouldn't have to face Randy and Stacy who were probably still in the dressing room waiting for the two of them to show up.
They couldn't ask questions because they knew something would be wrong.
Batista was in the other room, dressed in sweats, sitting on his bed watching a television show. She was dressed in a plane white wife beater and cargo's.
They were dressed so simply, but they were both damanged that night. She physically, Batista mentally.
She could here the tv blazing frm the next room, it was the familar theme of full house. What the man beast was doing watching the sitcom she wasn't interested in. Her only concern was covering up this mark.
From afar it could be taken as hickey, and Lita's martial status known wide spread it was pretty certain that getting up close, the inbruised mark of a man's hand was evident.
Sighing deeply, she reached forward looking for something to covering it up.
Lita knew she wasn't going to find anything like coverup in a man's medicine cabinet, but after living with the Hardy's for such a long time she knew how to use a man's bare essential's for the most unlikely things. (Something I can relate too FYI!)
The red head pushed things aside, searching for maybe even some hand lotion or something.
Her hazel eyes focused in on a multicolored bag. From the looks of it, it looked like a makeup bag.
Probably something a girl left behind. However it was rude to just take things....
"Where the hell are they?!" Randy yelled furiously, standing outside the arena. "The rental car is gone!"
Stacy sat on his suitcase behind him, talking on her cell phone.
Annoyed, Randy turned and looked at her, looking at her with a cold hard stare. "Excuse me."
Stacy looked up at her, and waved him off to silence him.
"Stacy." He said, gritting his teeth, slowly making his way toward her. "Stacy!" He yelled.
She only continued to ignore as she talked on her cellphone.
Angered and full of fustration, he reached forward, yanking her cellphone from her hand and chucking it into the parking lot where it broke into a hundred pieces.
"OH MY GOD YOU JERK!" Stacy yelled, standing up immediatly, getting in his face. "How could you do that!"
"Well im sorry, but if you havn't noticed...WERE STRANDED!"
"and I WAS CALLING US A CAB!" Stacy yelled back.
Randy stepped back a moment, eyes wide with surprise, and he found himself speachless.
Stacy crossed her arms over her chest. "They'll be here in a few minutes."
"Thanks." He sputtered out.
"No problem." she said, her voice still filled with agitation, and walked past the legend killer and into the parking lot.
"Hey Dave."
Batista jumped at the sound of his name. He was caught up in the episode of full house he was watching. It wasn't like he enjoyed the show. But it was his younger sister's favorite (I DONT KNOW IF HE HAS A SISTER SO IM JUST SAYING HE DOES!) and it reminded him of home.
He turned to look at Lita, who was standing in the doorway of his hotel bathroom. "Yeah?"
She held up a multicolored makeup bag. "Do you mind if I use this? I just need to cover up my bruise."
Batista blinked, catching his breath. "Yeah, sure, Im sure Randy won't mind."
Lita's eyes widened. "Wait, Randy? This is Randy's."
"It's just coverup."
"Ok, so why does Randy use coverup."
"Well you see, Randy gets agitated from the lights, and his skin it's blotchy when he goes out to the ring, so he puts it on so the light can't irritate his skin."
She raised an eyebrow, then dissapeared into the bathroom.
Batista watched the television show for a split second, before deciding to just call home...
"Im going to kill him!" Randy yelled as he pressed the button of the third floor of the elevator. "He always does this."
Stacy looked at Randy who was fuming ever since they saw the rental car in the parking lot.
"I bet he's sleeping! I bet he is!"
After a second the elevator stopped, and they both exited the elevator.
Randy whipped out his hotel key, about to unlock the hotel door.
Stacy felt nervous, not wanting to be around for this fight.
"You know, I saw a vending machine down the hall, Im going to get something to eat?"
Randy looked up from the code bar in which he was punching in his room code. "What?"
"Eat, want some?"
A grin spread over his handsome features. "Nacho Cheese Doritos."
She smiled back, glad that there fight from earlier was forgotten. "Sure, no problem."
She turned and made her way down the hall.
Randy slammed shoved the door open, his face red with anger. He was about to yell when he noticed Batista was on the phone.
"Ok, tell mom I said Hi. Bye."
Batista hung up the phone and turned to look at his angry friend in the eye. "Randy."
"Batista." Randy spat, walking slowly toward Batista. "Why did you ditch me and Stacy David?"
Batista stood his ground, returning the legend killer's long cold stare. "Randy, something happened."
"Like what?" Randy asked, his voice showing his aggrivation with the situation. "What happened."
"Ric."
"Ric?" Randy repeated, his eyebrow raised, a cocky grin on his mouth. "Ric stole the rental car?"
"No-" Batista however was cut off by Lita's exit from the bathroom. "Are you sure Randy doesn't mind me using his coverup?"
Randy's mind went to a sick place right away. "Wait, Lita and you?-" His eye's focused in on the bruise that he mistakened for a hickey.
Lita noticed were his eyes went too. "This isn't a hickey! It's a bruise!"
"Hickeys are bruises-"
"It's from Ric." Batista stated flately not ammused.
"Wait, Ric gave Lita a hickey?" Randy asked, walking toward Lita, having to see what the nature boy could accomplish.
"Randy-" Batista said with a warning.
"I gotta see." He said slowly, stopping in front of Lita. He moved some of the hair tha had covered up part of it. He reached out and touched it, which caused the red head to flinch.
"Randy." Lita hissed, getting aggrivated by the youngster. (Jr moment sorry!)
"Wait, these don't look like hickeys."
"No, really?" Batista said, with deep sarcasm.
"These look like-" Randy stopped himself, his focus going from her shoulder to her face. "Did Ric hurt you?"
She wouldn't look at him, but it answered his question, and he felt terrible for making fun of her earlier. "Oh, Li im sorry."
Her eyes widened at what he called her. Li. Only her closest, personal friends called her that. And he just did. A moment of genuine kindness, it touched her. "Thankyou." She said softly, her mind finding itself being bombarded with memorys of Ric's attack on her. "Thankyou."
Both stepped toward eachother, and something the two, who previously couldn't stand eachother found a comfort zone.
And they hugged.
Geez! Damnit! I was trying so hard to make you guys a funny chapter as a relief of all the sappy stuff! Geez! Ok im on to chapter 21!
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: Sorry for the lack of updates. Paprica, im currently working on the love story and should be up tommorrow or thursday. I'll give you a hint of whats been keeping me busy...
he's irish :)
Music Notes: "out of control" by hoobastank. I heard this song on my friends cd and I needed to put it in here. Its a little too soft for my taste but, hey what I can you do? its fate.
"Out Of Control"
I've done everything as you say
I've followed your rules without question
I thought it would help me see things clearly
But instead of helping me to see
I look around and it's like I'm blinded
I'm spinning out of control
Out of control
I'm spinning out of control
Out of control
Where should I go?
What should I do?
I don't understand what you want from me
Cause I don't know
If I can trust you
I don't understand what you want from me
I feel like I'm spinning out of control
Try to focus but everything's twisted
And all along I thought you would be there
(Thought you would be there)
To let me know I'm not alone
But in fact that's exactly what I was
I'm spinning out of control
Out of control
I'm spinning out of control
Out of control
Where should I go?
What should I do?
I don't understand what you want from me
Cause I don't know
If I can trust you
All of the things you've said to me
I may never know the answer
To this endless mystery
Where should I go?
What should I do?
I don't understand what you want from me
Is it a mystery?
Is it a mystery?
I'm spinning out of control
Out of control
I'm spinning out of control
Out of control
I'm spinning out of control
Out of control
I'm spinning out of control...
Where should I go?
What should I do?
I don't understand what you want from me
Cause I don't know
If I can trust you
All the things you've said to me
And I may never know the answer
To this endless mystery
Where should I go?
What should I do?
I don't understand what you want from me
I'm spinning out of control
Out of control
I'm spinning out of control
Out of control
"This is getting out of control."
Lita looked in the bathroom mirror inspecting her bruised neck.
She grazed her finger delictaely over the brusie that held the shape of a large hand.
Ric Flair's hands.
She stood in Batista's hotel bathroom, some place she ever imagined her self being.
Even if it was only so they wouldn't have to face Randy and Stacy who were probably still in the dressing room waiting for the two of them to show up.
They couldn't ask questions because they knew something would be wrong.
Batista was in the other room, dressed in sweats, sitting on his bed watching a television show. She was dressed in a plane white wife beater and cargo's.
They were dressed so simply, but they were both damanged that night. She physically, Batista mentally.
She could here the tv blazing frm the next room, it was the familar theme of full house. What the man beast was doing watching the sitcom she wasn't interested in. Her only concern was covering up this mark.
From afar it could be taken as hickey, and Lita's martial status known wide spread it was pretty certain that getting up close, the inbruised mark of a man's hand was evident.
Sighing deeply, she reached forward looking for something to covering it up.
Lita knew she wasn't going to find anything like coverup in a man's medicine cabinet, but after living with the Hardy's for such a long time she knew how to use a man's bare essential's for the most unlikely things. (Something I can relate too FYI!)
The red head pushed things aside, searching for maybe even some hand lotion or something.
Her hazel eyes focused in on a multicolored bag. From the looks of it, it looked like a makeup bag.
Probably something a girl left behind. However it was rude to just take things....
"Where the hell are they?!" Randy yelled furiously, standing outside the arena. "The rental car is gone!"
Stacy sat on his suitcase behind him, talking on her cell phone.
Annoyed, Randy turned and looked at her, looking at her with a cold hard stare. "Excuse me."
Stacy looked up at her, and waved him off to silence him.
"Stacy." He said, gritting his teeth, slowly making his way toward her. "Stacy!" He yelled.
She only continued to ignore as she talked on her cellphone.
Angered and full of fustration, he reached forward, yanking her cellphone from her hand and chucking it into the parking lot where it broke into a hundred pieces.
"OH MY GOD YOU JERK!" Stacy yelled, standing up immediatly, getting in his face. "How could you do that!"
"Well im sorry, but if you havn't noticed...WERE STRANDED!"
"and I WAS CALLING US A CAB!" Stacy yelled back.
Randy stepped back a moment, eyes wide with surprise, and he found himself speachless.
Stacy crossed her arms over her chest. "They'll be here in a few minutes."
"Thanks." He sputtered out.
"No problem." she said, her voice still filled with agitation, and walked past the legend killer and into the parking lot.
"Hey Dave."
Batista jumped at the sound of his name. He was caught up in the episode of full house he was watching. It wasn't like he enjoyed the show. But it was his younger sister's favorite (I DONT KNOW IF HE HAS A SISTER SO IM JUST SAYING HE DOES!) and it reminded him of home.
He turned to look at Lita, who was standing in the doorway of his hotel bathroom. "Yeah?"
She held up a multicolored makeup bag. "Do you mind if I use this? I just need to cover up my bruise."
Batista blinked, catching his breath. "Yeah, sure, Im sure Randy won't mind."
Lita's eyes widened. "Wait, Randy? This is Randy's."
"It's just coverup."
"Ok, so why does Randy use coverup."
"Well you see, Randy gets agitated from the lights, and his skin it's blotchy when he goes out to the ring, so he puts it on so the light can't irritate his skin."
She raised an eyebrow, then dissapeared into the bathroom.
Batista watched the television show for a split second, before deciding to just call home...
"Im going to kill him!" Randy yelled as he pressed the button of the third floor of the elevator. "He always does this."
Stacy looked at Randy who was fuming ever since they saw the rental car in the parking lot.
"I bet he's sleeping! I bet he is!"
After a second the elevator stopped, and they both exited the elevator.
Randy whipped out his hotel key, about to unlock the hotel door.
Stacy felt nervous, not wanting to be around for this fight.
"You know, I saw a vending machine down the hall, Im going to get something to eat?"
Randy looked up from the code bar in which he was punching in his room code. "What?"
"Eat, want some?"
A grin spread over his handsome features. "Nacho Cheese Doritos."
She smiled back, glad that there fight from earlier was forgotten. "Sure, no problem."
She turned and made her way down the hall.
Randy slammed shoved the door open, his face red with anger. He was about to yell when he noticed Batista was on the phone.
"Ok, tell mom I said Hi. Bye."
Batista hung up the phone and turned to look at his angry friend in the eye. "Randy."
"Batista." Randy spat, walking slowly toward Batista. "Why did you ditch me and Stacy David?"
Batista stood his ground, returning the legend killer's long cold stare. "Randy, something happened."
"Like what?" Randy asked, his voice showing his aggrivation with the situation. "What happened."
"Ric."
"Ric?" Randy repeated, his eyebrow raised, a cocky grin on his mouth. "Ric stole the rental car?"
"No-" Batista however was cut off by Lita's exit from the bathroom. "Are you sure Randy doesn't mind me using his coverup?"
Randy's mind went to a sick place right away. "Wait, Lita and you?-" His eye's focused in on the bruise that he mistakened for a hickey.
Lita noticed were his eyes went too. "This isn't a hickey! It's a bruise!"
"Hickeys are bruises-"
"It's from Ric." Batista stated flately not ammused.
"Wait, Ric gave Lita a hickey?" Randy asked, walking toward Lita, having to see what the nature boy could accomplish.
"Randy-" Batista said with a warning.
"I gotta see." He said slowly, stopping in front of Lita. He moved some of the hair tha had covered up part of it. He reached out and touched it, which caused the red head to flinch.
"Randy." Lita hissed, getting aggrivated by the youngster. (Jr moment sorry!)
"Wait, these don't look like hickeys."
"No, really?" Batista said, with deep sarcasm.
"These look like-" Randy stopped himself, his focus going from her shoulder to her face. "Did Ric hurt you?"
She wouldn't look at him, but it answered his question, and he felt terrible for making fun of her earlier. "Oh, Li im sorry."
Her eyes widened at what he called her. Li. Only her closest, personal friends called her that. And he just did. A moment of genuine kindness, it touched her. "Thankyou." She said softly, her mind finding itself being bombarded with memorys of Ric's attack on her. "Thankyou."
Both stepped toward eachother, and something the two, who previously couldn't stand eachother found a comfort zone.
And they hugged.
Geez! Damnit! I was trying so hard to make you guys a funny chapter as a relief of all the sappy stuff! Geez! Ok im on to chapter 21!