Whites Landing

A coming of age story, staring our favorite WWE superstars while in middle school when they go to summer camp for two weeks... as young preteens.

As if the 5 in the morning boat ride from Long Beach harbor wasn't enough, to be there an hour and a half early, and then following that for it to be late due to fog, the boat of campers finally reached the shores of Catalina Island. Still half asleep, and carrying their luggage, the young middle school aged preteens made their way off of the small boat. First off the boat was the prominent young diva Terri, chattering up a storm with the other small group of girls that had signed up for the summer excursion, talking about the dolphins they had seen swimming and frolicking in the water around the boat as the sun rose on the morning ride. There were a lack of girls on the trip, only just enough to fill one cabin, as the last group of boys exited down the boat.

Hidden behind another big yawn, came the uptight Canadian, Chris Jericho. He is pretty sensible and solemn for a 10 year old, and rarely gets into much trouble. He keeps himself preoccupied with keeping things neat, tidy, and clean. His friends call him Chrissy as he is the youngest, it's a title of affection, but also of scoffed endearment by the eldest, and his rival, Triple H, who is not above beating him black and blue. In order to show he can run with the older crowd, Chris aspires to be bigger and stronger and faster and smarter than he really is, and truly wants to be the best. Along with Chris came the ever free spirited, and equally vocal, Ken Kennedy. At the middle age of 12 he is pretty caring of those younger and happy go lucky for his age. He likes to play with his friends and often plays tricks on Chris in order to snap him out of his serious, which aren't often, moments. Behind them came the headstrong, and ever stuck up Triple H. He always lords over the others as he's the eldest at 13. He's not beyond acting like a kid though at rare occurrences, Chris often seems to be the self proclaimed leader of the group, but Triple H will not hesitate for a moment to take over the limelight. Following after Triple H was the wild Booker T, who was the rival for this year's "King of the Camp". He is actually Mr. Kennedy's best friend of the group, as they are both the same age, and wants to show up last year's self proclaimed 'prince' Triple H. In order to heat up the rivalry, the others may refer to Booker T as Prince Booker at times in the presence of Triple H. Coming up next was the neurotic Jamie Noble, the smallest of the group yet he acted like the big man. He's one of the younger, although older than Chris, and he has a huge crush on the main diva Terri. He is not much spoken but likes to try to keep the others in order, and aspires to grow over the summer. Last but not least was Shane Helms, the same age as Jamie at 11, he truly believes he is a super hero named The Hurricane, who has not fully awakened to realize his true powers. He is righteous and protective, and he tries to use mind tricks on people although he truly in all honesty is not all that bright, but has a good heart. Looking at each separately you'd never believe that together they get along famously as a group of friends. Now they must brave the variety of dangers on the channel island, run by kind hearted founders Earl Hebnern and Hillbilly Jim, and overseen by the two sneaky and often cruel counselors, Kurt Angle and Kane.

As the campers stood on the beach, once the boat left the dock, a wooden poster board was the first thing seen at the end of the pier. It was full of pictures from last year's summer camp, one of Chris surrounded by a menagerie of small, harmless animals, but being a mere 9 year old he was undoubtedly freaked out, wearing a pale shocked expression. Hopefully now he was more fit for the wilds of the jungle. Another picture showed Triple H on all fours like an animal crawling on the ground by a campfire, in the back Shane Helms is seen running off with his pants on fire. Just above that picture is another in which he's dressed up as The Hurricane and going to jump off the roof while everyone else calls from below for him to stop, well, all but Triple H of course. Another picture showed the gang in a game of soccer on the last day, Chris was in the goal and Jamie had kicked the ball right into his stomach, leaving a painful expression on Chris's face in the photo while Triple H laughed with glee. In the back, Kennedy and Booker are hitting each other with poster board signs in the stands. In the last picture, the two friends are playing a game of chess while Jamie can be seen in a table behind them, passed out from boredom.

A whistle is heard and snaps them out of their memories as they rush over to the sound and the man who made it. "Alright now." Farooq Ron Simmons stood wearing a referee shirt and the whistle hung around his neck. "I'm here to baby sit you until Earl and Jim come with the counselors for this year. So in order to spend less time with you, head to your cabins you were assigned back earlier this morning and start to unpack. I don't care what you do until the lunch meeting, but don't run off into the mountains." Everyone began to mutter and walk off. "HEY, I'm not done yet!" Everyone snapped back into position. "Now first, a history lesson, since this is supposed to be educational. Ahem. We stand here on one of the Pacific Channel Islands, this one being Catalina, home to so far only one city, Avalon, and littered with dozens of campsites like this." Chris raised his hand quickly, as if trying to be first in a race. "Yes, question."

"Do they get everyone on a slow boat from Cali then?"

"No, they have a small airport as well where they can occasionally get supplies from but also use for mail. It mainly is used for privately manned planes, the original concept of Avalon was to be a tourist attraction for the wealthy, and due to the expenses, the majority of people living in the city are basically rich pricks."

"Oh." Chris's catlike curiosity clammed up at the in depth and abrupt answer, getting a few chuckles from his friends behind him.

"Alright I'm tired, forget the lecture, you won't remember it... now get outta here." Farooq walked off as the kids all headed to their cabins.

Of course, all the friends shared one. Kennedy and Booker argued over who got the top bunk, until Booker shoved him and jumped up. Of course that caused Kennedy to become quite vocal. Shane Helms started to ascend another bunk, but Triple H pulled him by the leg, causing him to fall, and went up the bunk instead. He leered across the room at Booker who sat atop on the other bunk, shooting a glare back at him.

"It's probably not a good idea if you go on the top..." Jamie pointed out as he helped Shane up. He let Shane sit down on the third bunk while he himself went onto the top.

Chris looked at the last bed, the one under Triple H and frowned, "Why the hell does he get the top bunk."

Triple H lorded down over Chris, "Because I'm the oldest..." Chris made a face, which caused Triple H to scoff, "Besides, the baby would probably pee on me when he gets scared."

"Hey!" Chris roared, he always got picked on for being the youngest, and hated it especially when Triple H was the one doing the picking.

"Come on guys, just get unpacked." Jamie broke the tension. "Who knows when the others will get here." He got off the bed and headed towards the door.

"Where are you going?" Shane asked.

"Ha, he's off to see his lover, Terri..." Kennedy jeered, Jamie froze immediately in his tracks as the others began to snicker.

Jamie whirled around, wearing an obviously irked expression, "Hey well at least I have a girl, unlike the rest of you!"

"Bah, what do you know..." Chris rolled his eyes, Triple H snickered at that, one of the rare times they actually got along.

"Whatever man, I'm out..." Jamie made his exit quick before he started blushing.

"Sucka..." Booker chuckled to himself.

Shane sighed as he lay on his bed, hands behind his head, wondering aloud, "I wonder if I'll discover my superpowers this year...?"

"Shane...!" Everyone cried and threw the nearest object at him.

"Whoa, hey!" He shielded himself as everyone laughed.

Well, so far it seemed to be started out like any other year at camp, but, things don't always stay the same... the biggest guarantee for anything and almost everything in the world is changes over time, and surely there would be many changes among the friends this year at camp. But would they be so drastic as to cost a friendship? We shall see...!

A/N the first one who can correctly guess the inspiration behind this story will be rewarded with a very nice surprise, it may or may not be obvious… and it might take a while to figure out. so good luck