This is a rewrite of Cowboy's son falls for deadman's son, which I'm most likely going to delete the story. If you haven't read it, don't worry and I hope this story is a lot better.


Crowds of fans were going wild at Hoosier Dome in Indianapolis, Indiana for Wrestlemania VIII and backstage of the show was a preteen boy with dark hair. The boy had the hand of Roddy Piper on his back who led him through the crowds of WWF employees and kept him from getting lost.

"Uncle Rod, where are we going?" the boy asked.

"Your dad is talking to some old friends and I offered to keep an eye on you, Randy." Piper explained to the boy.

"I'm eleven and don't need someone watching me." Randy defended as his godfather guided him still through the hallways.

They had to stop when someone walked over to Piper to begin talking and Randy decided to go get himself a something to drink in catering only a few feet from him. He only had to be watched by his godfather was since his dad felt Randy's temper was too quick, which has been causing issues with him in school. A can of soda was taken from an open cooler that he took a sip from when he saw a blonde-haired boy who looked to be his age enter to take a water bottle out of the cooler.

"Hi." Randy said to get the other boy's attention.

"Hi." was the reply from the other boy.

"I'm Randy." a hand was held out by Randy.

"Jeff." the other boy shook the offered hand.

"What are you doing backstage? Does one of your parents work here or-"

"Kind of. I should be going." Jeff whispered and turned about to leave.

"Wait. Want to go play a game since we look to be the only kids here."

"I don't know if I'm allowed."

"You're not allowed to play?" Randy asked shocked.

"Go off without telling someone."

"Come on. I think your parents won't mind if you are hanging out with someone your own age." Randy told Jeff who gave a small nod.

The two boys left catering with Randy giving a smirk to Piper who still was talking to someone and he led Jeff through the hallway. An empty room with mats was where they went and Randy offered to have a wrestling match with Jeff.

"I don't wrestle normal though." Jeff mumbled with green eyes on the mats.

"You have your own style and I do too. Come on, it'll be fun." Randy went to tackled Jeff for the boy to hurricanrana him onto the mat.

"I'm so sorry." Jeff rushed over with guilt on his face.

"Don't be. That was so cool."

"Really?" Jeff looked surprised at Randy being so okay with what he had done.

"Wrestling is about moves like that and my dad says every wrestler is different. The ones who are totally unique will make history." Randy told him with a proud look. "One day I'm going to be a third generation wrestler who will win every belt in the company."

"That's a cool dream." Jeff said as he thought of his own dream of wrestling.

"What about you?"

"I want to be a wrestler, but don't know if I'd be my own unique wrestler with who I'm related to."

"Okay. What's your favorite wrestler?" Randy asked to see Jeff about to answer when Snuka came in.

"What are you two doing in here?" Snuka asked annoyed.

"Wrestling." Randy answered while Jeff looked nervous.

"Scram." Snuka ordered for Randy to clench his hands into fists.

"Randy, let's go." Jeff instructed with a hand on Randy's arm.

"Fine." Randy left with Jeff following and they walked down the hallway.

"Thank you for not get angry." Jeff whispered and Randy nodded.

"No problem. Usually, I have trouble not exploding, but you kept me from doing it somehow."

"There's you are little Jeffery." Paul Bearer rushed over to take Jeff's hand. "I have been wondering where you are after you left to retrieve a water bottle."

"Sorry Bearer. I met Randy and we went to play." Jeff explained to have Paul shake his head.

"Lucky the creatures watch over you little Jeffery or I'd worry of harm. Let us go since he should be finished changing now."

"Bye Randy." Jeff waved to his new friend who he probably won't ever see again.

"See ya around Jeff." Randy said with hope at seeing each other again.

Paul led Jeff away by the hand to take the boy into a locker room that was barely lit and the boy sat on a chair. He looked down as Paul finished packing up the urn to make sure it stayed safe during their travels. The boy's own things had been packed before he had left the locker room and he just sat there waiting.

"Jeffery Nero Hardy, where were you?" Undertaker or Mark Calaway asked as he stepped out of the bathroom.

"I went to get you a water bottle, Taker." Jeff handed over said water bottle.

"Thank you, but that shouldn't have taken so long." Mark looked at him. "What if you got hurt and we had no idea where to find you. Going off on your own isn't safe Jeff."

"I wasn't alone. A boy was with me who became a friend and we just wrestled in one of the rooms."

"Still Jeff. You know the creatures can't always be watching you and I need to know that you're safe."

"I'm sorry Taker."

"Let's get you to bed." Mark said as he lifted the boy into his arms easily.

"I can walk." Jeff complained.

"I don't want you to walk off again, so you're being carried." Mark told him and they left the locker room.

In a hallway not far was Randy trying to locate Piper who must have gone out for his match already and he sighed in now being lost. A hand on his back made the boy jump and turn to see his dad Bob Orton with a raised eyebrow at him.

"Why can't you just stay in sight of those watching you?" Bob asked his son.

"Because I like having freedom to do my own things." Randy said.

"What were you doing with your freedom?" Bob asked as they walked towards the exit.

"I made a friend with a boy my age who must be a wrestler's kid."

"Good to hear you actually made a friend." Bob teased to have his son smile.

On their way out, Bob stopped his son in the parking lot as he saw Undertaker and Bearer about to get into a car. Randy was confused on what was wrong about to the men and he then saw Jeff be set down by Mark. He called the other boy's name to see Jeff turn and a wave was given to the smaller.

"Randy." Bob tried to stop his son from waving.

"He's my new friend."

"Jeff, in the car." Mark instructed the boy who gave a nod.

A small wave was given to Randy as Jeff got in the car and Randy was confused on why his dad was acting so weird about the two boys being friends. Once the car with Jeff inside pulled away, Randy looked at his dad hoping he would explain what was wrong with his friendship. Bob sighed and decided to just tell his son that Undertaker and his family have some dark secrets that made many try to keep a distance. At the idea of possibly never seeing Jeff again made Randy feel a little sad and he hoped that it wouldn't be true. Him and Jeff seemed to look like they could possibly be great friends if allowed.


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