TITLE: Cursed!
CHARACTERS: Raven, Stevie Richards, misc. other 1996 ECW stars
PAIRINGS: None, as of yet
NOTES: Don't have any…
DISCLAIMER: I do not own these people; I just use them to make everyone else happy!
Stevie swallowed hard as he looked at the Raven-esque pose that the young boy was now doing. "That's, uh, my, uh, son, Scotty."
Sandman snorted, pulling a torn white tee shirt over his head as Tyler, silently as always, handed him his black Sandman shirt. "Some chick actually agreed to mate with you?"
Stevie's face grew hot and red. "Well, yeah. I'm not like, some leper, you know. Girls like me!"
The tall blonde laughed, hacking harshly as he tried to cover it. "Well, I could a guessed that. I just didn't think you liked girls. You never seemed too good with all the chicks around here."
Stevie sputtered indignantly. Beulah, however, set a hand on his shoulder. "Hey, Jim, cut it out! You fricking dick face."
Tyler retreated to the lockers as the adults began a conversation that he and Scotty would, no doubt, be excluded from. He plopped down next to Raven. "You're Scotty?"
Raven nodded, unspeaking.
Tyler looked over at the scrawny, dark haired boy. "I'm Tyler. Sandman's kid. You Stevie's boy?"
Again, Raven nodded. "So, uh, what's up?"
Tyler shrugged. "Where's Raven? I like him. He's fun."
Raven raised an eyebrow. "Really?" He felt flattered, but dropped the look of elation quickly. "My dad worships him. I think he's in love."
Stevie, upon hearing that, turned toward the boy. "Hey! Talking bad about me?"
Raven smirked. "Maybe…"
Stevie stood, approaching the boys. He knelt in front of Raven. "You're mean, Scotty. Like your Uncle Raven."
Raven rolled his eyes. "Well, duh, 'cause Uncle Raven's the man! He's so freaking cool. Way cooler than you." It felt good to put himself over like that.
Stevie shoved the boy gently, turning back to the others. "Kids, you know how it is."