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: Jeff's back because he's friggen awesome! comedy totally i swear!
Music Notes: Beautiful People By Marilyn Manson (The OLd Smackdown theme song FYI)
I don't want you and I don't need you
Don't bother to resist, I'll beat you
It's not your fault that you're always wrong
The weak ones are there to justify the strong
The beautiful people, the beautiful people
It's all relative to the size of your steeple
You can't see the forest for the trees
You can't smell your own shit on your knees
There's no time to discriminate,
Hate every motherfucker
That's in your way
[Chorus:]
Hey you, what do you see?
Something beautiful, something free?
Hey you, are you trying to be mean?
If you live with apes man, it's hard to be clean
The worms will live in every host
It's hard to pick which one they eat most
The horrible people, the horrible people
It's as anatomic as the size of your steeple
Capitalism has made it this way,
Old-fashioned fascism will take it away
[Chorus]
There's no time to discriminate,
Hate every motherfucker
That's in your way
The beautiful people
The beautiful people (aahh) [x4]
[Chorus x2]
The beautiful people [x8]
Stacy sat silently outside her and Lita's hotel room.
Sitting minding her own business, popping some sunflower seeds into her mouth.
Waiting for someone to show up and talk to her.
But nooooo everyone had dissapeared somewhere, and Lita had the damn hotel keys. She never let Stacy have the key's because of one little incident where she dropped it and some loony fan stalked them...
Bored out of her mind she just decided to read the sun flower nutrition facts. Lets see, Fat 10 grams..
"Having fun?"
Stacy's head shot up too see who had talked to her. Squatting down in front of her, was Jeff.
"Jeff! Hi!" She squealed, her boredem leaving her, jumping up to her feat and throwing her arms around the blonde man's neck.
"Hi." He said, steppng back and looking her over.
"What?" She asked quickly.
"Nope, Im still taller."
She reached out and slapped him playfully on the shoulder. "Oh shut up!"
He simply shrugged. "So your bored, were is everyone?"
Stacy hesitated. "I have no idea.
They were both silent for a moment, but Jeff quickly broke the silence. "So um..your bored huh?"
Stacy looked at him, eyebrow raised. "Yeah, why?"
"Well I can fix that."
"Im fine."
Randy and Batista stood on each side of Lita outside her hotel room.
"Are ya sure?" Randy asked
"Yeah Im fine Im su-" Lita stopped as she listened to the music coming from inside the hotel room. "What the hell?"
Batista stepped forward, closer to the door then she was. "Whats wrong?"
Lita looked at Batista, waving him off. "Ok, first of all, that's creepy. You guys are acting like my body guards. Do I need to get you sunglasses?"
Randy stepped backwards. "I have so-"
"No!" Lita shouted in fustration. "No. It was a joke."
"Well, what's wrong then?" Batista asked.
"Marilyn Manson."
"Im sorry, who?" Batista asked in confusion.
"Is he like your ex boyfriend or something?" Randy asked. "Because I can totally understand why you dumped the guy. I meen, who names there kid Marilyn?"
"Well what kind of name is Randy?" Lita snapped back
"It's short for Randall." Batista answered.
Lita shot him him a look. "Ok, Marilyn Manson is a singer. Ever heard the Forceable entry Cd? He sing's beatuiful people? Dope show? Dogma? 1996?" Judging by there blank expressions. "Oh come on people!"
"Well what about him?" Batista asked getting to the point.
"It's on in my room, which nobody can get into, because Stacy isn't aloud to have keys-" Responding to Randy's look she added. "Long story, anyway's, she doesn't know where I hide my cd's and she doesn't listen to Marilyn Manson."
"Soooo..um..what does that meen?" Randy asked, clearly confused.
"She had an accomplice." She added slowly. "And only one person-" Lita pushed the door open, which, she knew from experience would be open. To reveal Chaos.
Randy's eyes widened at the site before him.
Jumping on the bed was Stacy Keibler, shouted the lyrics of "beautiful people" at the top of her lungs.
I don't want you and I don't need you
Don't bother to resist, I'll beat you
It's not your fault that you're always wrong
The weak ones are there to justify the strong
"Stacy!" Lita yelled at the top of her lungs.
Stacy stopped jumping, her eyes wide with embaressment. Her eyes looked like a deer's caught in the head lights.
She slowly climbed down from the bed, to the stereo to turn it off. "Sorry guy's I- I- got bored."
"So, were is he?" Lita asked slowly.
"Who?" Stacy asked slowly, confused.
"Were is he Stacy?"
"Oh, downstairs, he was going to get some string for-" She stopped herself noticing the look on the two other people's faces. "Never mind."
"Good thing I came before one of Jeff's crazy idea's spun out of control."
Randy walked over to the stereo and picked up the cd case. A moment later he dropped it to the floor. "That dude is scary."
Lita laughed at Randy's reaction to Manson. She had to admit, it was a common reaction.
Seconds later she felt someone's hand's wrap aroun her waiste, then lift her body a little ways.
She let out a yelp that sent six pair of eyes on her, two of them with worry.
However, it wasn't what they thought, especially by the giggle she let out seconds later, when she turned around and hugged a blonde man who wasn't much taller then her.
"Jeff! Oh my god." She said, stepping backwards to look him over.
His expression wasn't as joyful as her's however, his expression was that of an overprotective big brother (or in this case little) as he eyed the two younger men she managed.
"Jeff, this is Randy and Batista."
"Hi." Jeff replied, his voice full of uncertainty.
The room was thick with discomfort.
Stacy however decided to break it. "So Jeff, come on! I want to try this!"
"Try what?" Randy said, protectivly, moving closer to Stacy. The movement caused a blush to creep to Stacy's cheeks.
Jeff looked to his red haired almost sister, a wide grin on his face, one that held untold secrets. "Lita, do you remember Beach Ball?"
Her eyes widened at the prospect. "Oh my god! Jeff your Crazy!"
The five people headed down the hallway, Jeff and Lita leading the way. Jeff had a grocery bag in his hand that helf the essential's for the game.
"What are we doing?" Randy asked.
"I'd like to know that myself." Batista asked, heading up the rear of the group, behind Randy and Stacy who were walking beside eachother.
"Hang on." Jeff snapped, turning a corner, and treading down some stairs.
"Or you could not answer my question." Randy snapped following the red head and the blondes down the stairs.
"You scope this whole place out, didn't you Jeff?" Stacy asked as they turned a corner, coming to a door labeled "Hot Tub/Pool."
"Always does." Lita answered in a voice full of pride and joy. She knew what was coming, and she was thrilled.
"Let the game begin." Jeff answered, holding the door open. "Ladie's first, Randy would you like the honors?"
Randy shot Jeff a cold look before entering the room.
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: Jeff's back because he's friggen awesome! comedy totally i swear!
Music Notes: Beautiful People By Marilyn Manson (The OLd Smackdown theme song FYI)
I don't want you and I don't need you
Don't bother to resist, I'll beat you
It's not your fault that you're always wrong
The weak ones are there to justify the strong
The beautiful people, the beautiful people
It's all relative to the size of your steeple
You can't see the forest for the trees
You can't smell your own shit on your knees
There's no time to discriminate,
Hate every motherfucker
That's in your way
[Chorus:]
Hey you, what do you see?
Something beautiful, something free?
Hey you, are you trying to be mean?
If you live with apes man, it's hard to be clean
The worms will live in every host
It's hard to pick which one they eat most
The horrible people, the horrible people
It's as anatomic as the size of your steeple
Capitalism has made it this way,
Old-fashioned fascism will take it away
[Chorus]
There's no time to discriminate,
Hate every motherfucker
That's in your way
The beautiful people
The beautiful people (aahh) [x4]
[Chorus x2]
The beautiful people [x8]
Stacy sat silently outside her and Lita's hotel room.
Sitting minding her own business, popping some sunflower seeds into her mouth.
Waiting for someone to show up and talk to her.
But nooooo everyone had dissapeared somewhere, and Lita had the damn hotel keys. She never let Stacy have the key's because of one little incident where she dropped it and some loony fan stalked them...
Bored out of her mind she just decided to read the sun flower nutrition facts. Lets see, Fat 10 grams..
"Having fun?"
Stacy's head shot up too see who had talked to her. Squatting down in front of her, was Jeff.
"Jeff! Hi!" She squealed, her boredem leaving her, jumping up to her feat and throwing her arms around the blonde man's neck.
"Hi." He said, steppng back and looking her over.
"What?" She asked quickly.
"Nope, Im still taller."
She reached out and slapped him playfully on the shoulder. "Oh shut up!"
He simply shrugged. "So your bored, were is everyone?"
Stacy hesitated. "I have no idea.
They were both silent for a moment, but Jeff quickly broke the silence. "So um..your bored huh?"
Stacy looked at him, eyebrow raised. "Yeah, why?"
"Well I can fix that."
"Im fine."
Randy and Batista stood on each side of Lita outside her hotel room.
"Are ya sure?" Randy asked
"Yeah Im fine Im su-" Lita stopped as she listened to the music coming from inside the hotel room. "What the hell?"
Batista stepped forward, closer to the door then she was. "Whats wrong?"
Lita looked at Batista, waving him off. "Ok, first of all, that's creepy. You guys are acting like my body guards. Do I need to get you sunglasses?"
Randy stepped backwards. "I have so-"
"No!" Lita shouted in fustration. "No. It was a joke."
"Well, what's wrong then?" Batista asked.
"Marilyn Manson."
"Im sorry, who?" Batista asked in confusion.
"Is he like your ex boyfriend or something?" Randy asked. "Because I can totally understand why you dumped the guy. I meen, who names there kid Marilyn?"
"Well what kind of name is Randy?" Lita snapped back
"It's short for Randall." Batista answered.
Lita shot him him a look. "Ok, Marilyn Manson is a singer. Ever heard the Forceable entry Cd? He sing's beatuiful people? Dope show? Dogma? 1996?" Judging by there blank expressions. "Oh come on people!"
"Well what about him?" Batista asked getting to the point.
"It's on in my room, which nobody can get into, because Stacy isn't aloud to have keys-" Responding to Randy's look she added. "Long story, anyway's, she doesn't know where I hide my cd's and she doesn't listen to Marilyn Manson."
"Soooo..um..what does that meen?" Randy asked, clearly confused.
"She had an accomplice." She added slowly. "And only one person-" Lita pushed the door open, which, she knew from experience would be open. To reveal Chaos.
Randy's eyes widened at the site before him.
Jumping on the bed was Stacy Keibler, shouted the lyrics of "beautiful people" at the top of her lungs.
I don't want you and I don't need you
Don't bother to resist, I'll beat you
It's not your fault that you're always wrong
The weak ones are there to justify the strong
"Stacy!" Lita yelled at the top of her lungs.
Stacy stopped jumping, her eyes wide with embaressment. Her eyes looked like a deer's caught in the head lights.
She slowly climbed down from the bed, to the stereo to turn it off. "Sorry guy's I- I- got bored."
"So, were is he?" Lita asked slowly.
"Who?" Stacy asked slowly, confused.
"Were is he Stacy?"
"Oh, downstairs, he was going to get some string for-" She stopped herself noticing the look on the two other people's faces. "Never mind."
"Good thing I came before one of Jeff's crazy idea's spun out of control."
Randy walked over to the stereo and picked up the cd case. A moment later he dropped it to the floor. "That dude is scary."
Lita laughed at Randy's reaction to Manson. She had to admit, it was a common reaction.
Seconds later she felt someone's hand's wrap aroun her waiste, then lift her body a little ways.
She let out a yelp that sent six pair of eyes on her, two of them with worry.
However, it wasn't what they thought, especially by the giggle she let out seconds later, when she turned around and hugged a blonde man who wasn't much taller then her.
"Jeff! Oh my god." She said, stepping backwards to look him over.
His expression wasn't as joyful as her's however, his expression was that of an overprotective big brother (or in this case little) as he eyed the two younger men she managed.
"Jeff, this is Randy and Batista."
"Hi." Jeff replied, his voice full of uncertainty.
The room was thick with discomfort.
Stacy however decided to break it. "So Jeff, come on! I want to try this!"
"Try what?" Randy said, protectivly, moving closer to Stacy. The movement caused a blush to creep to Stacy's cheeks.
Jeff looked to his red haired almost sister, a wide grin on his face, one that held untold secrets. "Lita, do you remember Beach Ball?"
Her eyes widened at the prospect. "Oh my god! Jeff your Crazy!"
The five people headed down the hallway, Jeff and Lita leading the way. Jeff had a grocery bag in his hand that helf the essential's for the game.
"What are we doing?" Randy asked.
"I'd like to know that myself." Batista asked, heading up the rear of the group, behind Randy and Stacy who were walking beside eachother.
"Hang on." Jeff snapped, turning a corner, and treading down some stairs.
"Or you could not answer my question." Randy snapped following the red head and the blondes down the stairs.
"You scope this whole place out, didn't you Jeff?" Stacy asked as they turned a corner, coming to a door labeled "Hot Tub/Pool."
"Always does." Lita answered in a voice full of pride and joy. She knew what was coming, and she was thrilled.
"Let the game begin." Jeff answered, holding the door open. "Ladie's first, Randy would you like the honors?"
Randy shot Jeff a cold look before entering the room.