Eric didn't know what he was thinking when he made a WCW Nitro family night but he did and there was no backing out now. He didn't fully realize just how many men had kids. 31 kids of all different ages backstage were going to be running around. He gets there early with his two sons Evan and Garrett. It had been a while since they had been to Nitro, he always brought them when they were a bit younger but with them being teens now he just figured they weren't interested in it anymore.
"Boys, I have a meeting, don't cause any trouble alright? And be nice to the other kids when they arrive?" Eric says.
"Yeah, sure, whatever you say Dad." Garrett says.
"I can go and walk around then?" Evan asks.
"Yup, ask if you need help finding anything the staff will be more than willing to help." Eric says.
"Cool." Evan says grinning from ear to ear. He immediately makes his way to the ring area sitting down on the stage watching the ring crew put up the ring. They were almost finished with it, just working on the ring ropes. He notices two older teens behind the barricade looking at the ring.
"I'm just saying, they aren't here, you know? Why not run around in there, run a few drills?"
"I don't know, EY."
"Come on, Nicholas! Where is your sense of adventure? It's just a few bumps." EY says. The other teen looks around nodding. They jump the barricade rolling underneath the bottom rope.
"Square up?" Dolph asks. EY nods putting his hands on Dolph's shoulders, Dolph putting his hands on EY's.
"Shoulder bump." EY says running over to the rope bouncing off hitting Dolph in the shoulder sending him to the canvas.
"Arm drag." Dolph calls out before doing an almost flawless arm drag.
"Holy shit, man. Fucking natural." EY says. "Can you do a drop-kick?" Dolph shrugs. "Never tried it?"
"On the trampoline and in the pool but never in the ring." Dolph says.
"Well, come on." EY says.
"I…I don't know…" Dolph says.
"Hey, if they ask I'll say it was my idea." EY says. "You got to try it on someone and I'm a willing participant."
"You are crazy. Has anyone ever told you that?" Dolph asks.
"All the time." EY says.
"I'll try." Dolph says. Just as Dolph is getting off the ground EY turns his head so instead of Dolph hitting EY's shoulder Dolph hits him right in the jaw. EY groans in pain holding his jaw. Evan quickly gets on his feet making his way to the ring. "Oh shit! Shit, are you okay?"
"I'm fine." EY says.
"You are bleeding." Evan says.
"Oh, God, Jarrett is gonna kill me!" Dolph says. "I'm so sorry."
"Eric Young Jarrett, what the hell are you doing in the ring?" Jeff asks. "Shit, you are bleeding, what the hell happened?"
"We were just messing around, Dad. It was a total accident, my fault. Shouldn't have turned my head." EY says.
"Dolph, what are you doing?" Janela asks. "I want to wrestle."
"No, no, you are too young for that, Joey." Dolph says putting his hand on Joey's head. Joey frowns looking up at him. "Fine, but nothing major, okay?"
"Yes!" Janela says. "I want to do an elbow drop!"
"I said nothing major." Dolph says.
"He can do it from the second rope. He's 8, right?" Jarrett asks smiling at Joey.
"Yup, 8 years old!" Janela says proudly.
"Help him up to the second turnbuckle, Eric get on the mat." Jarrett orders. Dolph helps Joey onto the second rope steadying him. "Little closer there, son."
"Right, sorry." EY says moving closer to the ropes. Dolph lets go of Joey and he leaps off the second rope landing his elbow cleanly on EY's chest. "I think…you both are naturals."
"He loves to do elbow drops." Dolph says trapping Joey's head in a headlock. "I don't know who he gets that from."
"ECW! ECW!" Janela starts to chant. Dolph rolls his eyes.
"That's right. His Dad is in ECW now." Dolph says. "Joey, you know how dangerous it is to be by yourself. Why'd you leave Dad?"
"He's in a bad mood." Janela says.
"Alright, you can…you can stay with me tonight." Dolph says. "Sorry, who are you exactly?" Dolph asks Evan. Evan blushes shuffling his feet awkwardly.
"I'm Evan Bourne Bischoff." Evan says.
"You are Bischoff's kid." EY says.
"Out of the ring, kids. Let's go backstage." Jarrett says. "I'm sure more of the kids are arriving now."
"Are they any our age?" EY asks.
"A couple." Jarrett says chuckling.
"How many is a couple?" Dolph asks.
"About 4?" Jarrett says truthfully.
"That's not bad." Dolph says.
"Whoa…how many kids is that?" EY asks.
"Chavo, Eddie, Chris and Rey all came together so those are all their kids." Jarrett says. "Rey has two, Chavo has two, and Eddie and Chris have one."
"Hey, I'm Eddie." Eddie Edwards says offering his hand to Evan.
"Evan." Evan says taking it.
"I'm hungry." Janela says.
"Me too!" Gordon says.
"I guess we are going to catering." Chavo says.
"We can take the stuff to the locker room and meet you there." Guerrero says.
"I can help…if you want…" EY says politely.
"I'd love some help, young man." Guerrero says.
"Can I go get some food with them?" Eddie Edwards asks.
"Sure." Guerrero says.
"Awesome, thanks!" Eddie Edwards says. Chavo groans adjusting Sammy on his hip.
"Sammy, don't you want to walk?" Chavo asks.
"Nuh-uh." Sammy says.
EY quickly helps Guerrero and Benoit when he notices two boys down the hall alone. He goes to go walk towards them but is stopped by Stevie Richards.
"Best to leave them be." Stevie says.
"But they are all alone." Eric says.
"We are keeping an eye on them. It's been too long since they've seen each other. We are giving them space." Stevie says.
"Are…is one of them yours?" Eric asks.
"The younger one. He's mine, Raven's and Tommy Dreamer's." Stevie says. "The other one is Chris Jericho's son."
"Just shut up and listen, will you?" Jimmy asks putting the headphones over Sami's ears. "I found…this real new song just recently." Jimmy says playing the cassette tape for him. Sami starts to tap his foot to the beat.
"Huh, who sings this?" Sami asks.
"Matchbox 20." Jimmy says.
"Real mellow from the stuff I normally listen to, I like it." Sami says.
"Do you know Nirvana?" Jimmy asks. Sami nods but shrugs.
"Never really listened to them. Dad plays them all the time, of course but well you know what I like." Sami says.
"Dude, you got to get out of the 80s." Jimmy says.
"Says you. Besides I like it. There's nothing wrong with Metallica." Sami says.
"No, but there are so many better groups now!" Jimmy says. "Shit, now I have to write them down for you."
"You got this Nirvana on there?" Sami asks pointing to the tape. Jimmy nods grinning. "I'll listen. Only for you."
"Cool." Jimmy says fast forwarding past some of the tracks. "I have almost all of their stuff on here."
"They aren't together anymore?" Sami asks.
"The…the main singer died." Jimmy says. "This one is called Smells like Teen Spirit." Jimmy watches Sami closely as he plays the tape again. He can tell Sami likes it immediately because he is smiling.
"Drums are sick!" Sami shouts. "Chorus hits hard. This is a jumping song!"
"I know right!" Jimmy shouts back.
"Man, I'm in love with these drums!" Sami says standing up grabbing Jimmy's hand jumping up and down.
Stevie and Jericho are both watching this at the end of the hall.
"He's gonna be such a rebellious teen thanks to Jimmy." Stevie says.
"Nah, I think you guys are safe." Jericho says. "Looks like he's getting him into Nirvana, hope that's okay. He just recently discovered them. His mothers were not too happy with me but what was I going to do deny him that? If he connects with the music then I can't take that away from him."
"Well, Sami listens to Metallica and a lot of metal and rock groups anyways so he'd like them." Stevie says. "Honestly I'm surprised Raven hasn't gotten him into them yet."
"He's done a good job as it is with the bands he's gotten him into now! Let my boy get him into some good ones too!" Jericho says. Jericho turns his attention to two fighting boys outside the locker room.
"Give it back! Shawn, give it back!" Trent says jumping up in the air to try and grab whatever was in Shawn's hands.
"Why should I?" Shawn asks scoffing.
"Because it's not yours! It's mine!" Trent says stomping on Shawn's foot hard making him drop his hand allowing Trent to grab the action figure from him. Shawn grabs Trent trying to wrestle the figure out of his hand. "Let go! Ugh, leave me alone!"
"Aren't you too old for action figures, Greggy poo?" Shawn asks in a baby voice. Trent's whole demeanor changed and he elbows Shawn in the stomach hard.
"You know I don't like that name!" Trent says punching Shawn in the arm.
"Don't be such a baby!" Shawn says back to him.
"I'm not a baby!" Trent shouts pushing Shawn. Shawn scowls pushing Trent so hard that he falls backward onto his butt.
"You are acting like one!" Shawn says. Trent narrows his eyes at him and screams running towards him but before he can do any real damage, both Malenko and Arn are in between them.
"Shawn, take a step back. Come on." Arn says. "Boys, I told you to be on your best behavior tonight. What is this?"
"He started it!" Trent says.
"What happened?" Malenko asks.
"He stole my action figure, started teasing me about it." Trent says. "Saying I'm too old for it."
"Shawn, he's 10 years old." Arn says.
"He's like attached to that thing." Shawn says.
"I don't care. You are the older brother. You are 16; you are supposed to be helpful towards him, not bully him." Arn says. "You have never asked him about it, have you?"
"Asked him about what?" Shawn asks.
"The action figure." Arn says. "Why he carries it around?"
"No, not really." Shawn says.
"Ask him one time." Arn says.
"Uh…where'd he go?" Shawn asks.
"I told him to go put it away. He doesn't need it right now." Malenko says.
"Shit, shit, shit, shit. Joey, how hard is it to keep an eye on him?" Rude asks.
"I didn't think he needed a babysitter, he's 11." Joey Ryan says rolling his eyes. "I'm always in charge of keeping an eye on him. He couldn't have gotten far."
"We don't even know how long he's been gone for, Joseph!" Rude shouts.
"Trent is taking a while." Shawn says nervously.
"What is your son's name?" Malenko asks Rude.
"Dustin but we also call him by his middle name Chuck." Rude says.
"Let's go find him then." Arn says.
"You think Trent went to look for him?" Shawn asks.
"Knowing Trent, yes. He probably heard them calling for Chuck in the locker room and snuck out the other door." Malenko says.
Trent is walking backstage when he wanders down a dark hallway. He continues to walk until he feels something fall on his head. He rubs his head then looks down picking up a pencil. He looks up to see someone sitting in the rafters.
"Sorry. But why don't you bring it up to me instead of just staring?" The boy asks. "There's a ladder over there. I'm Dustin by the way but my Dad calls me Chuck."
"I'm Greg but I go by Trent." Trent says climbing up the ladder tucking the pencil behind his ear. "Are you drawing or writing?"
"What do you think? What do I look more like?" Chuck asks. Trent shrugs.
"How should I know, I just met you." Trent replies. "But if I had to guess, I would guess some type of art." Trent says sitting next to Chuck.
"You mind giving me my pencil now?" Chuck asks.
"Not until you show me if I'm right or wrong." Trent says grinning. Chuck just smiles back.
"I like you already." Chuck says handing his sketch pad to Trent.
"Whoa." Trent says in response.
"It's for Sting. I made him into a crow, he said that it is what the character was based on so." Chuck says. "I'm going to keep everything black for now. Might add some white to the NWO stuff."
"You are really talented." Trent says. "Your dad was looking for you."
"My brother wouldn't shut up and I couldn't concentrate so I left." Chuck says.
"You have a brother too? Older or younger?" Trent asks.
"Older, he's 17." Chuck says.
"My brother is 16." Trent says.
"How old are you? I'm 11." Chuck says.
"10." Trent says. He sighs. "I'm starving; I can't believe they haven't fed us yet."
"I know. Should we raid the concession stand?" Chuck asks. Trent grins.
"Let's do it." Trent says.