finally an update


Steve glanced over at Randy as they entered the Staples Arena in LA for the SmackDown show. "Would you please behave? These are my friends as much as they are yours."

Randy grinned cockily at his father. "When have I ever not behaved?"

"Give me about ten years and I might have the list done." The older man said sarcastically.

"Whatever, I'm going to go find John." Randy informed him, taking off down the hall.

Slipping into a crowded locker room he spotted John in the middle of the crowd, his attention focused on the game he was playing. Sneaking up behind his brother Randy waited until the game had reached a critical point before jumping on him with a loud yell.

"AAAAAhhhhhh" John yelled in surprise, jumping up with his hands fisted. Seeing his brother standing behind him he narrowed his eyes in anger. "That was not a wise move. I suggest you run."

"Hey I was just getting you back for sending Dad after me." Randy laughed. The rest of the occupants of the room were watching the by play avidly.

"I couldn't take any more of your moping. And it worked didn't it?" John replied.

"Maybe, but do you have any idea how embarrassing it was?" Randy asked shuddering as he thought back.

"Glad it was you and not me." John laughed.

"Then I guess you are not interested in where Dad is right now?" Randy asked smirking.

John jumped up and looked around wildly.

"He's in another part of the building talking to a bunch of his old friends."

"You couldn't stop him from coming?" John asked incredulously.

"No, and you know for some reason I really didn't want to." Randy replied as he backed towards the door.

"You're dead." John threatened as he took off after his brother.

Charlie Haas glanced around the room once the door had slammed shut. "I wonder what the big deal is. My father has come to shows before." He asked as he picked up the controller John had dropped.

Mark Jindrak just shook his head as he concentrated on the game.


Mark Calloway looked up as someone entered the locker room. He smiled in surprise when he noticed the visitor was Steve Borden, an old friend of his.

"Hey man, you aren't thinking about coming back to wrestling are you?" Mark asked after they had exchanged greetings.

"Nah, I am happy to be doing what I am. I'm just here to visit and check up on my sons." Steve replied as he greeted everyone else in the locker room.

"Sons?" Mark asked confused. His eyes opened wide as the answer dawned on him.

"Don't tell me you are the father of those two hooligans."

"Randy and John? Yea though there are days that I don't claim them." Steve smiled widely.

"Yo man, all the years we worked with you in WCW and you never mentioned you had eight kids." Eddie accused.

"I told you stories about them, you just never realized that I was always telling you a story about a different kid every time. Besides all eight were only in the house for a couple of years before the older ones began trickling out." Steve explained.

"I remember some of those stories were pretty hair raising." Mark laughed.

"Do you remember the one where my twelve year old was putting cherry bombs under the neighbor's rosebushes and blowing them sky high?" Steve asked.

"Yea, you made him work for the neighbor doing yard work all summer." The Big Show laughed remembering.

"After I had busted his butt. That was John."

"Wait; let me grab a pen and paper." Kurt said scrambling to get the needed items. "Okay, I'm ready. What else can you tell us?"

"Well there was the time a sixteen year old John tried to get Randy in trouble. He went out in the middle of the night and drove every single vehicle on the property, including the farm trucks, the three horse trailers and two tractors. He didn't just drive them; he ran them through a mud hole again and again until they were covered."

"How did he pin it on Randy?" Eddie asked.

"Well when we got up the next morning we went outside and there lined up is every thing on wheels. Every inch is covered in dried mud. You couldn't drive them because there had to be mud three inches think on the windows. So we go waking up all the kids. When we go into Randy's room we see the parts of him not under the blankets were covered in mud. We found his jeans on the floor, with more mud on them, and every set of keys were in the pocket."

"Did you get onto him thinking he had done it?" Mark asked curious.

"Well what John didn't know was that Randy was sick. Sam, my wife, was up at different times during the night checking on him. We knew he had been set up and there were only two people who could have done it. We had Ethan, straight A's, never gets in trouble, and we had John. Didn't take a whole lot to figure out."

"What did you do to him? And I want details." Kurt asked, almost rubbing his hands together in glee.

"He had to wash every one the cars until they shined. And he had to drive Randy any where he wanted for a whole week." Steve grinned thinking back. "He didn't like that at all."

Before anyone could say another word the door burst open. Steve jumped up as his sons rolled through the door, their hands locked around each others necks.

Steve grabbed Randy while Mark grabbed John, avoiding the elbow that came flying his way.

"What the hell is going on here?" Steve demanded.

"Just saying hi to each other." Randy said flippantly. Steve shoved him down in a chair and gave him a look indicating he keep his mouth shut.

"John?" Steve asked turning to his oldest.

"Just discussing our problems." The younger man answered, shaking off the hands restraining him.

"What's the rule?" Steve asked. When both boys remained silent he became more stern. "Boys?"

"We can fight all we want as long as no one gets seriously hurt, no one else is involved, and it's not in public." Randy muttered.

"John? Would you call this a public place?"

"Too public." He answered, grinning as he was able to see the absurdity of the moment.

"Are you two going to play nice?" Steve asked sternly.

"Yes sir" They answered together. As soon as their father indicated they could go, both shot for the door.

"I wish I could do that with him." Kurt complained causing everyone in the room to laugh.