Notes: Jules wrote the whole chapter. With some adding and subtracting by me. This was written way
before the first chapter had been posted. This is when she became my co-writer.
So Where is He?
I headed straight for Eddy's office as soon as I got to OVW. I left Stamford the morning after I got the
tape. I had seen the tape half a dozen times more I saw what I had seen over and over again.
I wanted to confront Uncle Eddy, wanted answers, but I felt a private confrontation was a better solution
then announcing what I knew to everybody on the planet. If what I saw on the tape was true, then
somebody had to have had a good reason for what happened in that ring, and preferably did not want that to
be found. Also, even though I was pretty certain about what I'd seen and heard, there was always the
possibility that maybe I'd heard wrong and also that Eddy's memory was not as reliable as it had once been.
If the rumors were true then 14 years of what he was doing to his body had to take a toll mentally and
physically.
As I stepped into the office, I saw Chavo sitting opposite of where Eddy would normally sit at his desk.
"Where's Eddy." I ground out, having decided that even though I was against a public outing of Uncle
Eddy's deceit, I was in no mood to be polite.
Chavo looked at me strangely. "Look I don't know. What's eating you?" he challenged, standing up as
he said it.
I got right into his face as I'd seen my father do countless times in wrestling videos, and growled in as
lowest a voice I could muster "where the Hell is Eddy!"
My trainer got a look in his eyes that I'd never seen before, a look that was suspiciously like fear.
"Look man, Eddy left a note saying he'd be back later. I have no clue were he is. Most likely at a drug
dealer's house or something."
"Dammit!" I turned away from my trainer and paced around a little. I didn't know it but in Chavo's
eyes I was turning more and more into my father with each passing second.
"What's that?" Chavo said seeing the videotape in my hands for the first time.
"Like you don't know," I muttered.
"No, I don't know!" Chavo said hearing me; "Maybe you'd like to tell me?"
I sighed. I wondered if Chavo knew about his Uncle's deception or was as duped as I'd been. I decided
to give it a shot and find out.
"Has Eddy told you that I've been asking around about my father's death?" I asked. "Has he every told
you what happened after he went to check on my Dad that night, or did you see it?"
"No, but I kinda figured that was what the topic was about when you went came in here the other day.
Those of us who were around in those days figured you'd eventually have some questions about that night.
As for what happened that night, the monitors in the back were turned off right after your dad crashed onto
the mat, so none of us except for Eddy and the medics know what happened after Goldberg powerbombed
Chris. Far as I know no footage of that night was ever found. Eddy told me that he'd gone out there and
heard the medic tell Nancy your dad had died. Uncle Eddy was never the same after that."
"I wouldn't be too sure about there not being footage of that match," I said.
Chavo looked at me stunned, then stared at the video I had in my hand. "What do you mean?" he
asked.
I didn't say anything just went to the antiquated VCR that was in Uncle Eddy's office and pushed the
cassette tape in. As the footage unrolled before him, I could see Chavo's expression and dark eyes go from
surprise to shock, to equal parts suspicion and anger.
"Where did you get this?" Chavo asked as the tape finished. I'd finally decided that Chavo didn't know
any of what Eddy had been party too all these years.
"A package showed up in my motel room, with this note." I answered handing my trainer the note.
Chavo scanned it in concentration.
"It's typed so I doubt we'll figure out who sent it." Chavo said sighing. "We need to figure out how to
confront Eddy and see if the tape's real or not."
"How could it not be real!" I exclaimed shooting up to my feet. "What I saw - "
"What you saw, may or may not be what's really what occurred that night," Chavo started to explain
sighing again. He seemed to age a good 10 to 15 years in the 10 to 15 minutes we'd been in Uncle Eddy's
office. "Look, tape manipulation had gotten practically seamless to where you couldn't tell what was real
and what was fake even before your Dad died." Chavo shuddered suddenly, as if he suddenly understood
the consequences of what was on that tape could mean if it was real. As if he didn't want to believe what
was on that tape.
I couldn't condemn him for that. After my initial blaze of anger had worn off, I wasn't entirely sure if I
wanted to believe what was on the tape or not. A part of me wanted to believe that maybe, just maybe my
Dad was alive somewhere and I could actually see him and talk to him again. Another part of me dreaded
what it could mean if he was.
"Look, all I'm saying is that the tape could be real or it could be some sicko somewhere who taped the
show that night, found out you were following in your dad's footsteps and wanted to throw you. There are
fans like that," Chavo said. I'd heard rumors about a some sort of bet that had been circulating online years
ago that dared fans to try and strip Stephanie McMahon (This had been when she'd still been playing her
slut character both in RL and on the show) of her clothing on television and that a fan had actually tried to
do that among other things I'd heard fans try to do over the years, so I did at least grasp what Chavo was
trying to impart to me. But still...
"If that's the case then why did somebody send me a VHS, why not a DVD?"
"Maybe to make it look more believable that it's the actual tape? Look I think the only thing that will
help us determine for certain that the tape's real or not is to confront Uncle Eddy. I take it you didn't want
to do that privately and that's why to stalked into his office earlier?"
"Yeah, I mean, if it's not real, why turn it into a witch hunt on Eddy? And if it's real..." I let my voice
trail off not willing to say anymore.
Chavo nodded, understanding what I wasn't saying. "Look, let's meet up tomorrow and go to Eddy's
house together. If he's not there then there are a few places I know where he might be we can check out.
Let's look at the tape again. See if we can figure out a few clues."
I nodded cueing the tape up again and hitting the play button.
before the first chapter had been posted. This is when she became my co-writer.
So Where is He?
I headed straight for Eddy's office as soon as I got to OVW. I left Stamford the morning after I got the
tape. I had seen the tape half a dozen times more I saw what I had seen over and over again.
I wanted to confront Uncle Eddy, wanted answers, but I felt a private confrontation was a better solution
then announcing what I knew to everybody on the planet. If what I saw on the tape was true, then
somebody had to have had a good reason for what happened in that ring, and preferably did not want that to
be found. Also, even though I was pretty certain about what I'd seen and heard, there was always the
possibility that maybe I'd heard wrong and also that Eddy's memory was not as reliable as it had once been.
If the rumors were true then 14 years of what he was doing to his body had to take a toll mentally and
physically.
As I stepped into the office, I saw Chavo sitting opposite of where Eddy would normally sit at his desk.
"Where's Eddy." I ground out, having decided that even though I was against a public outing of Uncle
Eddy's deceit, I was in no mood to be polite.
Chavo looked at me strangely. "Look I don't know. What's eating you?" he challenged, standing up as
he said it.
I got right into his face as I'd seen my father do countless times in wrestling videos, and growled in as
lowest a voice I could muster "where the Hell is Eddy!"
My trainer got a look in his eyes that I'd never seen before, a look that was suspiciously like fear.
"Look man, Eddy left a note saying he'd be back later. I have no clue were he is. Most likely at a drug
dealer's house or something."
"Dammit!" I turned away from my trainer and paced around a little. I didn't know it but in Chavo's
eyes I was turning more and more into my father with each passing second.
"What's that?" Chavo said seeing the videotape in my hands for the first time.
"Like you don't know," I muttered.
"No, I don't know!" Chavo said hearing me; "Maybe you'd like to tell me?"
I sighed. I wondered if Chavo knew about his Uncle's deception or was as duped as I'd been. I decided
to give it a shot and find out.
"Has Eddy told you that I've been asking around about my father's death?" I asked. "Has he every told
you what happened after he went to check on my Dad that night, or did you see it?"
"No, but I kinda figured that was what the topic was about when you went came in here the other day.
Those of us who were around in those days figured you'd eventually have some questions about that night.
As for what happened that night, the monitors in the back were turned off right after your dad crashed onto
the mat, so none of us except for Eddy and the medics know what happened after Goldberg powerbombed
Chris. Far as I know no footage of that night was ever found. Eddy told me that he'd gone out there and
heard the medic tell Nancy your dad had died. Uncle Eddy was never the same after that."
"I wouldn't be too sure about there not being footage of that match," I said.
Chavo looked at me stunned, then stared at the video I had in my hand. "What do you mean?" he
asked.
I didn't say anything just went to the antiquated VCR that was in Uncle Eddy's office and pushed the
cassette tape in. As the footage unrolled before him, I could see Chavo's expression and dark eyes go from
surprise to shock, to equal parts suspicion and anger.
"Where did you get this?" Chavo asked as the tape finished. I'd finally decided that Chavo didn't know
any of what Eddy had been party too all these years.
"A package showed up in my motel room, with this note." I answered handing my trainer the note.
Chavo scanned it in concentration.
"It's typed so I doubt we'll figure out who sent it." Chavo said sighing. "We need to figure out how to
confront Eddy and see if the tape's real or not."
"How could it not be real!" I exclaimed shooting up to my feet. "What I saw - "
"What you saw, may or may not be what's really what occurred that night," Chavo started to explain
sighing again. He seemed to age a good 10 to 15 years in the 10 to 15 minutes we'd been in Uncle Eddy's
office. "Look, tape manipulation had gotten practically seamless to where you couldn't tell what was real
and what was fake even before your Dad died." Chavo shuddered suddenly, as if he suddenly understood
the consequences of what was on that tape could mean if it was real. As if he didn't want to believe what
was on that tape.
I couldn't condemn him for that. After my initial blaze of anger had worn off, I wasn't entirely sure if I
wanted to believe what was on the tape or not. A part of me wanted to believe that maybe, just maybe my
Dad was alive somewhere and I could actually see him and talk to him again. Another part of me dreaded
what it could mean if he was.
"Look, all I'm saying is that the tape could be real or it could be some sicko somewhere who taped the
show that night, found out you were following in your dad's footsteps and wanted to throw you. There are
fans like that," Chavo said. I'd heard rumors about a some sort of bet that had been circulating online years
ago that dared fans to try and strip Stephanie McMahon (This had been when she'd still been playing her
slut character both in RL and on the show) of her clothing on television and that a fan had actually tried to
do that among other things I'd heard fans try to do over the years, so I did at least grasp what Chavo was
trying to impart to me. But still...
"If that's the case then why did somebody send me a VHS, why not a DVD?"
"Maybe to make it look more believable that it's the actual tape? Look I think the only thing that will
help us determine for certain that the tape's real or not is to confront Uncle Eddy. I take it you didn't want
to do that privately and that's why to stalked into his office earlier?"
"Yeah, I mean, if it's not real, why turn it into a witch hunt on Eddy? And if it's real..." I let my voice
trail off not willing to say anymore.
Chavo nodded, understanding what I wasn't saying. "Look, let's meet up tomorrow and go to Eddy's
house together. If he's not there then there are a few places I know where he might be we can check out.
Let's look at the tape again. See if we can figure out a few clues."
I nodded cueing the tape up again and hitting the play button.