This is from Athena's POV and takes place a few days after 89. :-) Since 89 was long, we're going to keep 90 relatively short.
I woke up this morning with an unsettling feeling in my stomach. It'd been at least a week since jury selection started and at least five days since Danny got beat up by Shawn and Hunter's friends. At least five days since Shawn Michaels showed up at our hotel. We still don't know how Michaels learned where we were and a jury was still at most a week away from being seated. As the time comes closer and closer for the actual trial to begin I get more nervous. Too many things have gone wrong or a wry already. What else could happen.
Erichson and the FBI agents around the hotel beefed up security after Michaels showed up. We were all on the same floor now, nobody wanting what happened to Danny to happen to anybody else. Nobody was allowed up unless they were on lists approved by both the FBI and ourselves and only those who were announced on the witness list were allowed to leave the hotel, much less the floor we were all on (Re: Everybody was allowed to go out but Dad, Danny's Dad and Steve Austin who were technically of course, dead). Nobody except for those on the announced witness list could call out either. They had told us of other measures as well, but by then my head was swimming with all the technical details so I sort of zoned out on most of them.
As soon as I was dressed for the day I heard a knock on my door. I went and looked through the peephole on the door as a precaution. Too my surprise it was Scott Levy.
"Morning Mr. Levy," I said opening the door to grant him access into my room.
"Back at ya kid," he said entering, "and please I told you already. Please call me either Raven or Scotty now. I know I called ya kid, but from what you and your family told me in Canada, you're far more of an adult than Vince's spoiled little bitch."
I blushed furiously. I'd met him a few times during my life. He didn't come by as often as Lance Storm, but he was a welcome presence in my Uncle Bret's home whenever I visited him and he was there. He never stopped by Mom's respecting Mom's wishes that nothing of wrestling grace her home after Dad's 'death.' He was always after the kids at Uncle Bret's to call him Raven, saying he felt old being called 'Mr. Levy.' I could never get comfortable calling him that.
"Okay Mr. - Scotty," maybe I could get used to calling him that though it feels weird saying it. I let out a giggle. "Your black eye to Eric Bischoff is becoming something of a legend. Eric won't go into too much about how he got it except to say name.
Scotty Levy snorted. "Bastard's deserved a lot more over the years. But I guess for the duration of the trial I'll hold off on that."
"I'm sorry for showing up here," he said as I gestured for him to sit one of the beds in the room. Me and Megan Benoit were sharing a room being the only single women around at the moment. Megan was with her Father and Brother. "I was trying to find your Dad's room, but I guess I got the room numbers mixed up. Your Uncle called and said me and Lance could come up before the trial started in earnest. I figured I'd get together with your Dad and hopefully see Chris as well. Lance was downstairs sort of interrogating Eddy, so I decided to come up on my own for a bit.
I smiled. "Mom and Dad are in the next room," I said pointing at the connecting door. "I would, however, knock first. I learned the hard way."
Scott had a sardonic smile that was far less chilling than the similar expression Cam's dad had a few days ago. "Ah, I see your parents' reunion went well. I'm not surprised. Martha deep down always did have a forgiving nature. And she loved your dad with all she had. There were a lot of people that thought she lost a lot of herself when your Dad as believed dead. We weren't sure what would've happened if she hadn't had you and Oje to take care of."
"Is that why she's been so opposed to me training to wrestle?" I asked softly.
"That's probably part of it, though even if your Dad had been around these past 19 years, she probably wouldn't have been too happy with it at anyrate. I know that she wasn't too happy with your dad wrestling."
"Really?" I asked, stunned. I was learning more about my mother and my family through other people than I was through her!
Scott Levy nodded. "She supported him and wasn't vocal about it, but I think deep down she always wanted Owen to retire. Wrestling isn't a pretty business, of course you've been around just long enough to find that out yourself."
I snorted. "Yeah really, like people trying to kill other people."
Levy smirked again. "Yeah well, that's Vince for you. But anyways, Martha was always afraid that Owen would end up seriously hurt to the point of not being around or be able to help take care of you and Oje. Of course that's probably always a fear of a wrestler's spouse. Of course nobody seriously entertains that somebody will get killed in a ring. You ever hear what your Mom's and Dad's reaction was to the stunt at Kemper that night?"
"I know that Dad tried to get out of doing the stunt and wasn't successful," I answered. I never found out how Mom reacted that night.
The man in front of me nodded. "Yeah there was that. From what everybody else tells me your Mom was beyond unhappy. She was insistent that Owen not do the stunt that night. I think Martha sensed something bad was going to happen. It was kinda similar to Debra Austin's reaction to the scaffold match," he finished his eyes suddenly downcast.
Uh - oh. Up until then I had completely forgotten that Scott Levy had no clue that Steve Austin was alive. Dad didn't tell anybody that little fact up when we were home in Canada and I had to assume this was the first time Raven had interacted with anybody from our family since that night in Canada when he found out about my Dad and Danny's Dad. This was probably a good time to see if Dad was awake and let him know what was going on. Maybe he could break the news to Scott gently.
I was heading over to knock on the doors connecting my room to my parents' when I heard a knock on the main door to my hotel room. I went over to answer it with Scott Levy standing behind me.
Please don't let it be a dead person.
I opened the door and sure enough Steve Austin was on the other side of it.
"Hey there, is your Dad up?" he asked with a smile on his face. He looked over my shoulder a little confused. "Scotty? Is that you?"
A second later I heard a distinct thump on the floor and I knew, I just 'knew' that the man known as Raven fainted. I let Austin in and went to my parents door, not really caring this time that I might walk in on something. Fortunately they were already dressed for the day as I poked my head through the door and said:
"Dad, there's a passed out wrestler on the floor."
Sad that I'm used to this by now.
I woke up this morning with an unsettling feeling in my stomach. It'd been at least a week since jury selection started and at least five days since Danny got beat up by Shawn and Hunter's friends. At least five days since Shawn Michaels showed up at our hotel. We still don't know how Michaels learned where we were and a jury was still at most a week away from being seated. As the time comes closer and closer for the actual trial to begin I get more nervous. Too many things have gone wrong or a wry already. What else could happen.
Erichson and the FBI agents around the hotel beefed up security after Michaels showed up. We were all on the same floor now, nobody wanting what happened to Danny to happen to anybody else. Nobody was allowed up unless they were on lists approved by both the FBI and ourselves and only those who were announced on the witness list were allowed to leave the hotel, much less the floor we were all on (Re: Everybody was allowed to go out but Dad, Danny's Dad and Steve Austin who were technically of course, dead). Nobody except for those on the announced witness list could call out either. They had told us of other measures as well, but by then my head was swimming with all the technical details so I sort of zoned out on most of them.
As soon as I was dressed for the day I heard a knock on my door. I went and looked through the peephole on the door as a precaution. Too my surprise it was Scott Levy.
"Morning Mr. Levy," I said opening the door to grant him access into my room.
"Back at ya kid," he said entering, "and please I told you already. Please call me either Raven or Scotty now. I know I called ya kid, but from what you and your family told me in Canada, you're far more of an adult than Vince's spoiled little bitch."
I blushed furiously. I'd met him a few times during my life. He didn't come by as often as Lance Storm, but he was a welcome presence in my Uncle Bret's home whenever I visited him and he was there. He never stopped by Mom's respecting Mom's wishes that nothing of wrestling grace her home after Dad's 'death.' He was always after the kids at Uncle Bret's to call him Raven, saying he felt old being called 'Mr. Levy.' I could never get comfortable calling him that.
"Okay Mr. - Scotty," maybe I could get used to calling him that though it feels weird saying it. I let out a giggle. "Your black eye to Eric Bischoff is becoming something of a legend. Eric won't go into too much about how he got it except to say name.
Scotty Levy snorted. "Bastard's deserved a lot more over the years. But I guess for the duration of the trial I'll hold off on that."
"I'm sorry for showing up here," he said as I gestured for him to sit one of the beds in the room. Me and Megan Benoit were sharing a room being the only single women around at the moment. Megan was with her Father and Brother. "I was trying to find your Dad's room, but I guess I got the room numbers mixed up. Your Uncle called and said me and Lance could come up before the trial started in earnest. I figured I'd get together with your Dad and hopefully see Chris as well. Lance was downstairs sort of interrogating Eddy, so I decided to come up on my own for a bit.
I smiled. "Mom and Dad are in the next room," I said pointing at the connecting door. "I would, however, knock first. I learned the hard way."
Scott had a sardonic smile that was far less chilling than the similar expression Cam's dad had a few days ago. "Ah, I see your parents' reunion went well. I'm not surprised. Martha deep down always did have a forgiving nature. And she loved your dad with all she had. There were a lot of people that thought she lost a lot of herself when your Dad as believed dead. We weren't sure what would've happened if she hadn't had you and Oje to take care of."
"Is that why she's been so opposed to me training to wrestle?" I asked softly.
"That's probably part of it, though even if your Dad had been around these past 19 years, she probably wouldn't have been too happy with it at anyrate. I know that she wasn't too happy with your dad wrestling."
"Really?" I asked, stunned. I was learning more about my mother and my family through other people than I was through her!
Scott Levy nodded. "She supported him and wasn't vocal about it, but I think deep down she always wanted Owen to retire. Wrestling isn't a pretty business, of course you've been around just long enough to find that out yourself."
I snorted. "Yeah really, like people trying to kill other people."
Levy smirked again. "Yeah well, that's Vince for you. But anyways, Martha was always afraid that Owen would end up seriously hurt to the point of not being around or be able to help take care of you and Oje. Of course that's probably always a fear of a wrestler's spouse. Of course nobody seriously entertains that somebody will get killed in a ring. You ever hear what your Mom's and Dad's reaction was to the stunt at Kemper that night?"
"I know that Dad tried to get out of doing the stunt and wasn't successful," I answered. I never found out how Mom reacted that night.
The man in front of me nodded. "Yeah there was that. From what everybody else tells me your Mom was beyond unhappy. She was insistent that Owen not do the stunt that night. I think Martha sensed something bad was going to happen. It was kinda similar to Debra Austin's reaction to the scaffold match," he finished his eyes suddenly downcast.
Uh - oh. Up until then I had completely forgotten that Scott Levy had no clue that Steve Austin was alive. Dad didn't tell anybody that little fact up when we were home in Canada and I had to assume this was the first time Raven had interacted with anybody from our family since that night in Canada when he found out about my Dad and Danny's Dad. This was probably a good time to see if Dad was awake and let him know what was going on. Maybe he could break the news to Scott gently.
I was heading over to knock on the doors connecting my room to my parents' when I heard a knock on the main door to my hotel room. I went over to answer it with Scott Levy standing behind me.
Please don't let it be a dead person.
I opened the door and sure enough Steve Austin was on the other side of it.
"Hey there, is your Dad up?" he asked with a smile on his face. He looked over my shoulder a little confused. "Scotty? Is that you?"
A second later I heard a distinct thump on the floor and I knew, I just 'knew' that the man known as Raven fainted. I let Austin in and went to my parents door, not really caring this time that I might walk in on something. Fortunately they were already dressed for the day as I poked my head through the door and said:
"Dad, there's a passed out wrestler on the floor."
Sad that I'm used to this by now.