The backstage was noisy as production teams and camera crews rushed around to get everything ready for tonight's event, some wrestlers passing by but not daring to mess with Big Evil when he had his kid around, the toddler being sat on his bike in front of him as he revved the engine just to watch you look at the vehicle with wide curious eyes, the bright lights reflecting off the shiny metal as it was posted near the back of the building close to the parking lot. You sat with your back to his stomach while drinking the juice from your sippy cup, wearing one of his Deadman Inc shirts, he loved showing you off in his own merchandise, your mother Sara taking pictures of the two of you on the motorcycle, a wide smile on Big Evil's face as he kept his eyes on you.

You were his pride and joy, you were his world, he'd do anything for you and would do anything to make sure you were okay at all times, knowing that with all the targets on his back that the building wasn't the safest for a kid, let alone his kid. He watched as you moved to stand up, using his thigh to step on as you leaned against him, cup to your face as you drank and looked around everywhere, too many noises, too many people, too many things to look at and focus on at once, definitely quite overwhelming for a toddler but you were handling it quite well. American Badass saw what you were doing as you went to try and get down, taking a hold of you, gently and carefully setting you down on the ground then keeping an eye on you as you darted off to go look and touch at some chairs.