I picked up my mom's
phone as it rang early in the morning. Mom and Jason were staying
with Trevor at the hospital (which has beefed up security), while me
and Dad were staying at Mom's figuring it would just be easier
staying there than potentially braving all the reporters back to the
hotel. Who the hell could be calling Mom at 6 am in the morning? If
it was a reporter I was hanging up on the guy before he got another
word out.
"Hello?" I asked groggy from waking up to
the phone ringing in my ear.
"Is Chris Benoit there?"
a male voice asked gruffly.
"Good - bye," I said
figuring it was a reporter.
"Whoa, whoa, wait a
minute Junior," the guy said.
Junior?
"You
Danny Benoit?" the guy asked, sounding a bit more familiar to me
though at the moment I couldn't figure why.
"Yeah?"
I said suspiciously.
"If your Dad is there tell him
Mongoose McQueen, is calling for Mr. Roboto. Your Dad will get it."
Sighing, confused and curious, I rolled out of bed and
brought the cordless with me to the guest bedroom. I knocked on the
door. Dad opened it a little bleary eyed himself when he opened the
door.
"Yeah?" Dad said.
"Somebody on
the phone said to tell you that Moongoose McQueen is calling for a
Mr. Roboto? Said you'd get it."
Dad looked half way
between pissed off and annoyed when I told him that.
"Shit,
I thought Eddy said he was on some world tour or something," he
said.
He took the phone out of my hands quickly, "and I
thought I told you never to call me that Jerky?"
I heard
a bitter snort on the phone quickly heading into Mom's room I picked
up her phone quietly.
"Yeah well, I never thought I'd
get the chance to call you that again," the guy my dad labeled
Jerky said. "So imagine my surprise when I get into my hotel
room in Tokyo, look at a paper and see your face staring back at me
with the headline saying 'Presumed dead wrestler testifies at
Vince McMahon murder trial.' I know with the tour and everything
I've been out of it, but I didn't think I was THAT out of it."
"Yeah well, like Vince said once Irvine 'shit happens'
Okay now the connections are made. Chris Irvine a.k.a. Chris
Jericho another Canadian and a guy who bounced between being my dad's
adversary and tag team partner in WWF before Dad's 'death' He like
others left wrestling completely after Dad's 'death,' choosing to
devote himself to his music and band Fozzy.
He came around
occasionally after Dad 'died' Not as often as Uncles, Dean, Arn,
Perry and Ric, but more often than Shane Douglas. I had heard from
Mom a couple months ago that Fozzy had embarked on this massive world
tour beginning in Asia.
"Yeah well shit isn't supposed
to happen THAT fast. At least not without me." Irvine said
sardonically.
"Ego getting the best of you Jerky?"
My dad replied.
There was a growl on the other end of the
phone. "So are you going to tell me just what the fuck your
doing back from the dead or do I have to go through the expensive
cost of getting a ticket to Atlanta to get it out of you?"
Irvine asked.
I imagined my dad had grimaced at that last.
"Not exactly the best time for that," That's an
understatement. The guy probably didn't know about Owen or Steve yet.
It's probably a shock to see a guy you thought was dead on the front
page of a newspaper.
"Understatement of the year Ben -
oyt," Jericho said with another joke that I probably didn't
understand. "Next you'll be saying that Owen Hart and Steve
Austin are alive." He finished laughing.
There was a
silence after that.
I hung up the phone quietly. I pretty
much knew what would be coming next. I also figured I'd be seeing
Chris Irvine face to face for the first time in a couple of years
quiet soon. As I went back to the living room, I heard a knock on the
door. I went to the door, hoping Dad and Chris wouldn't be done
anytime soon. I looked through the peephole and opened the door
shocked at who was on the other side.
"Uncle Rey!" I exclaimed.
"Hey Daniel," Rey Mysterio Jr, said. "Look I was wondering - " at that moment my Dad came back into the room looking somewhat pissed off and annoyed.
"Well, Jericho's on his way here - " Dad trailed off at seeing Rey.
"Rey," he said.
"Well, I don't have to ask Danny where you are." He said. "So who do I have to blame for this one?"
I chose that moment to go back to my room and call Eddy to let him know some Uncle Rey was here and that Chris Irvine was on his way to the states.
