I don't know or own anything recognizable as a WWE entity. No disrespect or invasion of privacy is intended towards Joe, Jon, Colby, or their families.
Part of this work of fiction takes place in the historic location of the Jamestown Settlement. The description of the setting and activities available is accurate to the best of the author's recollection. Activities offered do vary according to seasons and months visited.

For those who don't know, the Jamestown Settlement is divided into four areas - the museum, the Indian Village, the fort, and the dock where the ships are. Tourists follow a path from the museum (the souvenir shop is located here) through the woods to each location. One way in and one way out. Same path.

This is a work of fiction. It is meant for pleasure and enjoyment purposes only.

"The women of the Powahatan tribe were known to weave and gather plants for the family to eat." The young man wearing nothing but a breechclout (looks like an extra-large loin cloth) and holding what looked to be a warped spear, droned on as he leaned against a tree in the Indian Village. "Girls learned at the feet of their mothers."

"Momma, I'm bored." The little girl with long dark braids tugged on her mother's shirt. Her mother nodded in agreement as she motioned with her hand for patience.

"The men of the tribe hunted and cleared the land. This was taxing and physically demanding work." The young man looked at the group that was now turning away from him. "You three would have fit in well with the Powahatan tribe."

"Excuse me?" One of the men that was rather tall with olive skin seemed to take exception to the remark.

"Um, well, what I meant was…" The guide tried to backtrack over his remark.

"Daddy, can I play a game now?" the little girl asked, moving to her father's side and pulling on his shorts. "Pleeeease?"

"Oh, yes. We have the footraces set up over there. You can also grind corn inside the wigwam." The young man pointed to the other side of the village. The small group walked away grumbling about the incompetence of the man talking about the Powahatan tribe and American history. From the corners of their eyes they saw a small family approaching and felt sympathy for what they were about to endure.

The little girl was talking a mile a minute, excitement filling her voice. "Who am I going to race? Am I going to race you, Daddy? 'Cause that's not fair, your legs are too long. You and Uncle Jon could race. That would be fair. Or all three of you could race! But that leaves me out. I still don't have anyone to race." Finally she wound down to a pout.

The mother in the group squatted beside the girl and began to say something to her when the family of three approached. A mother and two boys bypassed the guide and smiled at the girl. "Are you looking for someone to race? We'd love to!" Without even looking at the adults, the boys ran to the starting line.

Their mother shrugged and approached the other mother. "Hi. I'm Tayler, their mother. They are just happy to see another child for a few minutes. Being around me all the time has them rather bummed."

The little girl's mother shook her hand and said, "I'm… Galina. That's my daughter. She'll be thrilled to get to play with children for a few minutes as well." They watched the kids laugh and run together, the boys (who were clearly older and bigger) taking care to let the girl win as well as to catch her when she tripped over a tree root that was sticking up from the ground. "Sweet sons you have there."

"Thank you." Tayler said with a smile. "You have a beautiful daughter." Noticing that the men who were waiting further back were getting antsy, she added, "Enjoy your vacation." Then the women got their children and began to move on.

Tayler took her boys inside the wigwam and showed them how to grind corn. "Mom, I don't want to hang around a stupid ol' Indian village. What is cordage anyway? I want to go on. Let's GO." The kids were getting anxious about moving on. "JoJo was fun to play with! I bet there are more games ahead that we could play. Who wants to grind corn? Come on! Let's go!" Her other son grabbed her hand and pulled her out of the wigwam.

As they started down the path, Tayler heard voices coming behind them. There was a group of people, by the sounds of it a lot of females, headed their way. They were loud and excited. "I KNOW they are here! I am POSITIVE I saw them!" "I know! Can you imagine? We are going to see DEAN AMBROSE on vacation!" "Oh, and SETH ROLLINS!" The shrieking giggles hurt Tayler's ears. "I heard that ROMAN REIGNS is here with them. We could see the whole Shield together. OH MY GOD!"

As Tayler rounded the next bend in the dirt path, she saw the group that they had just spent quiet time with in the Indian Village. There was no place to go. No place to hide. They could hear the squeals coming just as she could. The adults looked uncomfortable and upset. Thinking quickly, she opened her souvenir bag. She plopped a 3-corner colonial hat on Colby's unmistakable two-toned head and pushed her oldest son at him. "Go. Don't stop. Head for the ships." She grabbed another colonial hat that Galina squished on top of Joe's head, hiding his hair. "The fort. Take both kids. They are looking for you with one." They grabbed the kids' hands and headed off at a brisk pace.

"That leaves me. Got a magical disguise in there for me?" Tayler looked into the bluish-gray eyes of the man towering over her.

She looked at his windswept dirty blonde hair and thought "Looks almost like spun straw". Out loud she said, "Just one, Scarecrow. No Munchkins to hide behind, no Oz to help us. We are on our own. Let's face those evil flying monkeys." Then, with a wicked grin, she pulled a woman's braided wig out of her bag and put it on his head, making sure it was crooked across his face.

He looked at her like she was crazy before he started to laugh. He wrapped his arms around her and laughed until he was nearly crying. "Dorothy, you are so freakin' funny!" he roared as the group of fans approached.

"There's Dean!" one shouted and grabbed at his arm as the others moved to surround them.

"Who do you think you are?!" Tayler shouted. "Get your grubby little paws off MY MAN!"

"YOUR MAN?" the fan screeched. "Dean Ambrose is dating Renee Young. EVERYBODY knows that."

"That's fine for Dean Ambrose. To bad this is Ray Bolger." Tayler smarted back.

"Who?" the fan repeated.

Tayler felt a large hand on her shoulder and an arm wrap around her waist. A chin propped on her other shoulder. "Ray. Ray Bolger." Tayler held her breath. When he spoke he had deepened his voice by an octave or three.

"He looks just like Dean Ambrose!" a fan argued.

Tayler retorted , "Yeah, well, he's not. And you are interrupting our"

"Honeymoon. So get lost." He tucked his face into her neck and began to walk down the path. "Get the damn wig off my head already." he muttered.

"But you look good with braids, Scarecrow." Tayler teased quietly.

"Who the hell is Ray Bolger?" picking his head up to ask in her ear.

Tayler looked around to see if the fans were anywhere around. "That is the name of the actor who played the scarecrow in The Wizard of Oz." He looked at her and started to laugh again. "What? I came up with it off the top of my head."

Letting go of her waist, he took her souvenir bag with one hand and took hold of her hand with his other. "My name is Jon." he said. She looked at him blankly. "Not Scarecrow. Not Ray. Not even Dean. My name is Jon."

Smiling brightly and hip-checking him as they walked into the fort. "Tayler. Nice to meet you Scarecrow."