Athena's POV. Picks up right where last chapter left off :-D
Additional notes: Trying something of a comedy heavy chapter. Things get a bit more serious in 92.
I knocked on Chris and Danny's door, after Dad instructed me what do to do.
"Yes?" Megan Benoit's voice called out.
I peeked into the room.
"Athena? What's going on?" Megan said seeing me enter the hotel room. Her father came out behind her.
"Dad wanted me to go get you and Eddy. He kinda needs some help."
"Why?" Danny's dad asked suspiciously.
"Because Scott Levy's passed out on the floor of my hotel room," I said simply.
Danny's father pinched his nose as if he was about to have a headache.
"And why is Scotty passed out in your room?"
"Because when he and I were talking I opened the door and he fainted at the sight of Steve Austin," I answered matter of factly. I added more before he could ask further.
"Uncle Bret thought that since Scott and Uncle Lance already knew that you and Dad were alive that it would be okay for them to visit before the trial started. He just forgot that Dad conveniently didn't mention that Austin was also alive as well that night at Aunt Julie's and Uncle Bret's."
Danny's dad let out a groan. Megan looked startled. Just then Danny came in and saw the three of us talking.
"What's going on?" Danny asked confused.
"Something of a nuclear meltdown if I know Raven when he comes too," Chris Benoit muttered, causing Danny's face to contort in confusion further. Well, as much as he could with the broken nose he had. The elder Benoit looked at his son with concern.
"How ya feeling?" he asked.
"Better," Danny responded. "My head's feeling less fuzzy and my nose doesn't feel like it's hanging like a hinge off my face. Ribs are still killing me though."
"Trust me from experience, it takes awhile for ribs to heal," Danny's father told his son.
"Who's Raven?" Danny asked.
While Chris seemed to try and figure out how to explain, I jumped into the conversation.
"He's the man that gave Eric Bischoff the black eye while we where in Canada," I replied helpfully.
"Oh, that actually explains a few things," Danny answered back.
"Okay, listen, I'm heading down towards Athena's room -"
"Dad and Steve Austin were going to try and carry Scott to the common room between My parents room and Tammy and Michael's," I interrupted.
"Okay, I'm heading down that way. Megan, Danny, stay in here. Danny your not up for any confrontations verbal, or physical. Athena, you have any idea where Eddy is?"
"Mr - Scott said that he was down in the lobby being sort of interrogated by Uncle Lance," I replied.
Chris groaned again.
"Great. Well, find Eddy and see if you two can figure out a way for Lance to find out about Austin in private, preferably without him dropping to the floor."
"Got it," I said and went down to the lobby to see where Eddy was. It did cross my mind briefly why nobody asked me to get Eric. But then I realized that Dad and Uncle Bret had to have told some people about what happened to Eric the night with my aunts in Canada and figured that it wasn't for the best to have Eric anywhere near people he'd made enemies with over the years. Of course he also lived in Atlanta so he might not necessarily be at the hotel at the moment.
I got down to the private area of the lounge where five days prior Shane McMahon threw a drink into Shawn Hickenbottom's face and sure enough there was Eddy in a corner with Uncle Bret and Uncle Lance. But there were also two other men I didn't recognize. Both had short hair with streaks of grey but one had brown hair so dark it was almost black and the other had blonde.
"Your fucking shitting me?!" the blonde said in a jersey accent.
"Geez, advertise it so Vince's henchpeople can hear it," Uncle Lance said to the blonde.
"Yeah Page, keep it down," the darker haired man said sipping on some coffee. "I can understand why you didn't tell anybody. Vince always did have a knack for finding out things, but why tell us now? Isn't that more of a risk with the trial so close?"
"Which is precisely why we're decided to tell you guys now," Eddy explained. "The testimony is due to start soon and there's going to be a lot of people who are going to be looking into newspapers and seeing dead faces staring back at them."
"We didn't want you guys and a few others to have to find out though the papers about a lot of this. That's why it was decided to call as many friends as we could before a jury was seated and tell you guys up front, rather than finding out from CNN or the Post or something like that," Uncle Bret said.
"So," the blonde man, who was chomping on a cigar, said. "So far we've got Benoit and Owen, mind telling us who else we should expect to pop up out of their grave in this mess Vince created?"
Eddy and Uncle Bret looked at each other.
I cleared my throat then to make my presence felt.
"Ahem,"
Eddy and Uncle Bret looked up across the table just then as I approached. Uncle Bret stood up to stand next to me at the table.
"Hey, Athena, there's two people I want you too meet. Page Faulkenberg," he said pointing to the man with the blonde hair, "who wrestled as Diamond Dallas Page or DDP for both Vince and Eric, and the man who's probably known as the face of the former Extreme Championship Wrestling, Tommy Dreamer."
"How do you do?" Tommy Dreamer said, shaking my hand.
Page's cigar nearly fell and burned his lap. "THAT'S Owen's little girl? Geez, Bret, that's not a kid, that's a - "
"Hey!" Uncle Bret stopped whatever Page was going to say.
"Um, I need to talk to you and Eddy, in private if possible," I said to Uncle Bret.
"Hey, Athena, where's Raven?" Lance asked.
GULP!
"Um, he sort of fainted in my room," I struggled to get out.
Lance's eyes went wide as did Uncle Bret's, Eddy, and Tommy Dreamer's.
"What?!" Lance and Dreamer exclaimed.
"I'm probably going to regret asking this, but just what the hell would make somebody like Scotty faint in somebody's hotel room?" Dreamer asked.
"Um, lets just say that it has a lot to do with a certain something, or rather, someone, that Dad and Eric forgot to mention when we were up in Canada." I simply said facing Uncle Bret while doing it.
Eddy looked like he wanted to groan, while Lance looked a little confused. Dreamer seemed to have a look of comprehension and Page looked a little shocked.
"I'll be damned," Dreamer said at the same time Page exclaimed "Eric?"
Uncle Bret did groan. "I knew I should've made him stay down here. You and Eddy go, I'll try to explain things down here and Eric should be here soon."
So me and Eddy headed back upstairs while Uncle Bret was left with three confused men with a whole lot of questions.
The common room wasn't too packed by the time we got back there. Just Dad and my family, Shane McMahon, Shane Douglas, Mark Calloway, Chris Benoit, Michael and Tammy, Austin and his wife and of course a very pissed off Scott Levy.
Scott Levy didn't look to happy about things when me and Eddy came back to the living room connecting some of the various rooms in the hotel. I sat down on the couch next to Mom. In fact he looked downright furious about matters.
"So who's next?" Levy asked, "Lawler, Angle, Piper, Heyman?"
Four or five voices including Eddy and Chris's dad all practically shouted NO! as this Heyman's name was called out.
"Nobody else is coming back from the dead," Erichson stated.
"Forgive me if I don't take that statement at face value. I seemed to have heard that before," Levy said glaring at my father.
"Well, this time it's really the truth," Shane McMahon said sighing and sitting down. "Kurt was one of Vince's favorites, so we're pretty sure that my Dad didn't have anything to do with his death. We can't find anything to prove murder one way or the other with Lawler, except Vince was involved, Jacobs had nothing to do with it," There was something approaching sadness in Calloway's eyes when the name Jacobs was mentioned.
"As for Heyman," Eddy broke in, "I made sure myself that bastard was dead. Faking a fatal heart attack in the middle of the ring and coming back would be the sort of thing that bastard would do."
I wanted to ask who this Heyman guy was, since there was such vehemence in the way people spoke about him, but I figured this probably wasn't the right time to ask, considering the tense atmosphere.
"Heart attack, eh? Seems like an appropriate way for that bastard to go," Steve Austin said.
"As for Roddy Piper, we pretty much determined it was a natural undiagnosed brain tumor that killed him and not Vince McMahon," Erichson finished.
"Yeah, well all the substances he put in himself didn't help that any either," Scott said.
Raven signed sitting on the edge of one of the couches. "Could somebody explain things to me. The WHOLE explanation this time?"
So those involved in the deaths and resurrections explained their stories again and sometime later Faulkenberg, Dreamer and Uncle Lance came up along with Uncle Bret. There were a lot of emotion reunions and I don't think I've ever seen tears in so many men's eyes before. Eddy came up to me.
"I'm going to check on Danny, and I'll be back in a minute okay?" he whispered.
"Okay," I said, watching him go out the door.
Okay, ball's in Dana's court now. 92 will be more serious.
Additional notes: Trying something of a comedy heavy chapter. Things get a bit more serious in 92.
I knocked on Chris and Danny's door, after Dad instructed me what do to do.
"Yes?" Megan Benoit's voice called out.
I peeked into the room.
"Athena? What's going on?" Megan said seeing me enter the hotel room. Her father came out behind her.
"Dad wanted me to go get you and Eddy. He kinda needs some help."
"Why?" Danny's dad asked suspiciously.
"Because Scott Levy's passed out on the floor of my hotel room," I said simply.
Danny's father pinched his nose as if he was about to have a headache.
"And why is Scotty passed out in your room?"
"Because when he and I were talking I opened the door and he fainted at the sight of Steve Austin," I answered matter of factly. I added more before he could ask further.
"Uncle Bret thought that since Scott and Uncle Lance already knew that you and Dad were alive that it would be okay for them to visit before the trial started. He just forgot that Dad conveniently didn't mention that Austin was also alive as well that night at Aunt Julie's and Uncle Bret's."
Danny's dad let out a groan. Megan looked startled. Just then Danny came in and saw the three of us talking.
"What's going on?" Danny asked confused.
"Something of a nuclear meltdown if I know Raven when he comes too," Chris Benoit muttered, causing Danny's face to contort in confusion further. Well, as much as he could with the broken nose he had. The elder Benoit looked at his son with concern.
"How ya feeling?" he asked.
"Better," Danny responded. "My head's feeling less fuzzy and my nose doesn't feel like it's hanging like a hinge off my face. Ribs are still killing me though."
"Trust me from experience, it takes awhile for ribs to heal," Danny's father told his son.
"Who's Raven?" Danny asked.
While Chris seemed to try and figure out how to explain, I jumped into the conversation.
"He's the man that gave Eric Bischoff the black eye while we where in Canada," I replied helpfully.
"Oh, that actually explains a few things," Danny answered back.
"Okay, listen, I'm heading down towards Athena's room -"
"Dad and Steve Austin were going to try and carry Scott to the common room between My parents room and Tammy and Michael's," I interrupted.
"Okay, I'm heading down that way. Megan, Danny, stay in here. Danny your not up for any confrontations verbal, or physical. Athena, you have any idea where Eddy is?"
"Mr - Scott said that he was down in the lobby being sort of interrogated by Uncle Lance," I replied.
Chris groaned again.
"Great. Well, find Eddy and see if you two can figure out a way for Lance to find out about Austin in private, preferably without him dropping to the floor."
"Got it," I said and went down to the lobby to see where Eddy was. It did cross my mind briefly why nobody asked me to get Eric. But then I realized that Dad and Uncle Bret had to have told some people about what happened to Eric the night with my aunts in Canada and figured that it wasn't for the best to have Eric anywhere near people he'd made enemies with over the years. Of course he also lived in Atlanta so he might not necessarily be at the hotel at the moment.
I got down to the private area of the lounge where five days prior Shane McMahon threw a drink into Shawn Hickenbottom's face and sure enough there was Eddy in a corner with Uncle Bret and Uncle Lance. But there were also two other men I didn't recognize. Both had short hair with streaks of grey but one had brown hair so dark it was almost black and the other had blonde.
"Your fucking shitting me?!" the blonde said in a jersey accent.
"Geez, advertise it so Vince's henchpeople can hear it," Uncle Lance said to the blonde.
"Yeah Page, keep it down," the darker haired man said sipping on some coffee. "I can understand why you didn't tell anybody. Vince always did have a knack for finding out things, but why tell us now? Isn't that more of a risk with the trial so close?"
"Which is precisely why we're decided to tell you guys now," Eddy explained. "The testimony is due to start soon and there's going to be a lot of people who are going to be looking into newspapers and seeing dead faces staring back at them."
"We didn't want you guys and a few others to have to find out though the papers about a lot of this. That's why it was decided to call as many friends as we could before a jury was seated and tell you guys up front, rather than finding out from CNN or the Post or something like that," Uncle Bret said.
"So," the blonde man, who was chomping on a cigar, said. "So far we've got Benoit and Owen, mind telling us who else we should expect to pop up out of their grave in this mess Vince created?"
Eddy and Uncle Bret looked at each other.
I cleared my throat then to make my presence felt.
"Ahem,"
Eddy and Uncle Bret looked up across the table just then as I approached. Uncle Bret stood up to stand next to me at the table.
"Hey, Athena, there's two people I want you too meet. Page Faulkenberg," he said pointing to the man with the blonde hair, "who wrestled as Diamond Dallas Page or DDP for both Vince and Eric, and the man who's probably known as the face of the former Extreme Championship Wrestling, Tommy Dreamer."
"How do you do?" Tommy Dreamer said, shaking my hand.
Page's cigar nearly fell and burned his lap. "THAT'S Owen's little girl? Geez, Bret, that's not a kid, that's a - "
"Hey!" Uncle Bret stopped whatever Page was going to say.
"Um, I need to talk to you and Eddy, in private if possible," I said to Uncle Bret.
"Hey, Athena, where's Raven?" Lance asked.
GULP!
"Um, he sort of fainted in my room," I struggled to get out.
Lance's eyes went wide as did Uncle Bret's, Eddy, and Tommy Dreamer's.
"What?!" Lance and Dreamer exclaimed.
"I'm probably going to regret asking this, but just what the hell would make somebody like Scotty faint in somebody's hotel room?" Dreamer asked.
"Um, lets just say that it has a lot to do with a certain something, or rather, someone, that Dad and Eric forgot to mention when we were up in Canada." I simply said facing Uncle Bret while doing it.
Eddy looked like he wanted to groan, while Lance looked a little confused. Dreamer seemed to have a look of comprehension and Page looked a little shocked.
"I'll be damned," Dreamer said at the same time Page exclaimed "Eric?"
Uncle Bret did groan. "I knew I should've made him stay down here. You and Eddy go, I'll try to explain things down here and Eric should be here soon."
So me and Eddy headed back upstairs while Uncle Bret was left with three confused men with a whole lot of questions.
The common room wasn't too packed by the time we got back there. Just Dad and my family, Shane McMahon, Shane Douglas, Mark Calloway, Chris Benoit, Michael and Tammy, Austin and his wife and of course a very pissed off Scott Levy.
Scott Levy didn't look to happy about things when me and Eddy came back to the living room connecting some of the various rooms in the hotel. I sat down on the couch next to Mom. In fact he looked downright furious about matters.
"So who's next?" Levy asked, "Lawler, Angle, Piper, Heyman?"
Four or five voices including Eddy and Chris's dad all practically shouted NO! as this Heyman's name was called out.
"Nobody else is coming back from the dead," Erichson stated.
"Forgive me if I don't take that statement at face value. I seemed to have heard that before," Levy said glaring at my father.
"Well, this time it's really the truth," Shane McMahon said sighing and sitting down. "Kurt was one of Vince's favorites, so we're pretty sure that my Dad didn't have anything to do with his death. We can't find anything to prove murder one way or the other with Lawler, except Vince was involved, Jacobs had nothing to do with it," There was something approaching sadness in Calloway's eyes when the name Jacobs was mentioned.
"As for Heyman," Eddy broke in, "I made sure myself that bastard was dead. Faking a fatal heart attack in the middle of the ring and coming back would be the sort of thing that bastard would do."
I wanted to ask who this Heyman guy was, since there was such vehemence in the way people spoke about him, but I figured this probably wasn't the right time to ask, considering the tense atmosphere.
"Heart attack, eh? Seems like an appropriate way for that bastard to go," Steve Austin said.
"As for Roddy Piper, we pretty much determined it was a natural undiagnosed brain tumor that killed him and not Vince McMahon," Erichson finished.
"Yeah, well all the substances he put in himself didn't help that any either," Scott said.
Raven signed sitting on the edge of one of the couches. "Could somebody explain things to me. The WHOLE explanation this time?"
So those involved in the deaths and resurrections explained their stories again and sometime later Faulkenberg, Dreamer and Uncle Lance came up along with Uncle Bret. There were a lot of emotion reunions and I don't think I've ever seen tears in so many men's eyes before. Eddy came up to me.
"I'm going to check on Danny, and I'll be back in a minute okay?" he whispered.
"Okay," I said, watching him go out the door.
Okay, ball's in Dana's court now. 92 will be more serious.