| Buzzsaw | Date: Monday, 2011/06/13, 3:33 PM | Message # 1 |
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| STAIRWAY TO DEATH
June 21, 2011…Retaliation…The ropes will come down…replaced by sharp unforgiving strains of barbwire…the EWA World Title will hang over the ring…a ladder stands under the belt…the rules are simple…use the ladder…get the belt…avoid the barbwire…but it’s not going to be as easy as it sounds…this match is made to cause pain…to make them bleed...what are you willing to give…STAIRWAY TO DEATH…June 21, 2011…Retaliation…
Stairway to Death…it’s like nothing you have seen before…it’s the creation of a sick mined fuck…someone that wants to see two people suffer…someone who wants to see two people go through hell…someone who wants to see blood…fleshed torn from the body…people scared and maimed…and for what…the enjoyment of the fans…those same fans who leave feeling disappointed when they don’t see a blood bath…the EWA fans…my fans…there isn’t really a winner in this match is there…ok…sure one of us will walk out as the EWA World Champion but at what price…will either of us really be able to call ourselves winners…sure for me it will just be more scars…what do I really care…this body is covered with them…they are like badges to me at this point…it’s hard to tell here one ends and the next begins…but you Justin…you are a blank canvas…fresh meat for the brutality of barb wire…a new sacrifice to the hardcore gods…
When this match was thought up the creator wanted the men to have to sacrifice to win…sacrifice their bodies…their health…their mental capacity for just exactly how much pain they could take…because make no mistake about it…this is pain like you have never experienced…the barbs pierce your skin and refuse to release you…you have to pull away…ripping flesh…flesh that will never repair itself…never look the same again…the creator wanted it this way…winning shouldn’t be easy…at any level…you should have to earn it…you should be will to go through anything for the victory…nothing should be handed to you…life isn’t easy…to get anything worth wild you must sacrifice…each person is different…some are not willing to…they are happy just floating by…having that nice little career…not risking too much…content with average…
But that isn’t us is it Justin…we strive for more…to be the best…we can’t settle for just being ordinary…for far too long you have been told you are the next great star in this business…there were heavy expectation for you Justin…unreachable expectations…they thought of you as a star from the second you laced up your boots…you were one of those can’t miss prospects that was destine to become a World Champion…there was no doubt in anyone’s mind…you were too talented not to…they watch…they drooled…they all patted themselves on the back for calling it…you were on the raise…not someone that was going to spend a lot of time in small promotions…you were a star…they knew it…the fans knew it…and YOU KNEW IT….you starting believing the hype…listening to the promoters telling you that you were a star…the hunger you had…that fire that drives…it disappears when you start believing the hype…
You start to believe what they are telling you…think you deserve all the hype…start seeing yourself as the star they tell you that you are…you begin to live off of reputation…what you HAVE DONE…and not what you ARE DOING…it becomes about you reputation in the business…you become stale…you become the type of person you once hated…that guy on the roster clinging to his SPOT…they type of guy you swore you’d never become…they type of guy that once held you done…you were more talented…had more to offer…but you couldn’t get pass him because of his NAME…but now you were that man…getting the attention because of your name…hold others back…more deserving…more talented…all because you were a name…you lost that desire…you lost that fire…but somehow you didn’t lose your SPOT…no…Justin Marsham is still a star…IN THEIR EYES…sadly we can all see what they can’t…that your time is up…the days of you being thought of as a star are over…a match of this magnitude has a way of exposing those who just don’t belong…those who have far over stayed there welcome…to win this match you have to be willing to go further that you are willing Justin…you have played it safe…the creator of this match knows this…seen this…you do not have what it takes to dig deep and push yourself to where you must go to walk out with the belt…this match will punish you in way you never thought possible Justin…it will take from you like no other match…are you willing to scarifies your body Justin…are you willing to put yourself through what I already have…
Where you were the can’t miss star I was the guy who should have never been…nobody looked at me and saw World Champion…I was just some guy that could take a chair shot to the head…I was early in the night talent…never thought of as someone that had what it took…I was lucky to have the pay check and that’s what drove me…I wasn’t getting peanuts compared to the salary you were pulling in...if you were cut the doctors rushed to you…they didn’t want their star mangles…but me…I was tossed glue or they did a fast stitch job and told me to get out…I was expected to bleed…I was expected to be maimed…my body wasn’t an investment…it was just something they could abuse and toss aside after I had nothing left…I was not someone that was wanted…
I bounced from company to company…from country to country…just trying to stay on…just trying to earn the pay check…it wasn’t five star hotels for me…no it was crappy motels with fucking fleas on the sheets…there was no mints on my pillows…I had cockroaches…there were nights where I went to bed hungry…I wasn’t given money for food…some nights I was lucky to get paid…countless nights I limped back to the parking lot and stitched up my own wounds…couldn’t afford the trip to the ER…a bottle of glue was $3.50…hell of a lot cheaper than some medical student stitching me up and then handing me a bill for more than I make in a month…my body shows the signs of neglect…cheap work to repair wounds…what did they care…I wasn’t going to be the face of their company…I was just there until this hardcore fad ran its course then I was shown the door…
There was never anyone patting me on the back telling me how great I was…just assholes wanting more blood and violence week in and week out…wanting you to feed the beast that has grown from those fans…I was a toss away guy…given to the fans…I was expected to fill the void…and they loved me for that…I came up during the hay day of hardcore wrestling…I didn’t have the skill that Justin Marsham had…nowhere close…I was that guy in the wrestling school that you were afraid to work with…I put more guys on the sideline because of botch moves…if it wasn’t for the hardcore wrestling world I would be out on the streets somewhere…I showed early on that I had something a little different…
I knew I wasn’t going to be discovered and get my shot here in the US…no, I knew that call wasn’t coming…for you your path was simple…work the small shows…indies…and then it was only a matter of time before toy where discovered…signed to a major company…you were too damn talented…you were not going to waist away in the indies…you were destined for the big time…everyone knew that…but I didn’t have the same fate…for me I had little choice…Japan was my only choice…it’s where Derek Stone became Buzzsaw…it’s where I got my education in the world of hardcore…you had the wrestling skills…an amazing wrestler…you could do things in that ring that few could do…me, well I was a brawler…a fighter…where you used speed and skill I used power and brawn…
I saw early on what matches like these did to one’s body…I’ve seen men torn to shreds from this exact barb wire…it’s what they call the great equalizer…it doesn’t care if you are a star in this business or some filler…it doesn’t matter if you are the head line talent or the guy wrestling in the dark match…it will treat you the same and rip you apart…the creator knew this…he expected this…he knew in this business people are not seen the same…there was those who are treated like gods while other who are treated like garbage…the suits in this business can play favorites…they can get the guys they like and put them in position to succeed…it can be corrupted…those who are in power can make things happen…now I’m not suggesting this in your case…you had the talent…the skill…at first…you got to where you were at because you deserved it…you proved you belonged and you became a favorite of management…they wanted you to be the face of their company…the same people who were slamming doors in my face…the creator knew he needed something that would treat the face of the company and the trash of the company the same…something that would not play favorites…
Now some will argue…hell I’ve heard it all before…I’m hearing it now…how is this a fair match…this doesn’t create an equal playing field…if anything it plays against the star…they have never been in something like this…but the garbage wrestler…it’s right up his alley…Justin Marsham is a star…I am the hardcore star…how is this fair…well I will ask you how was the American Shoot match fair…a Pure Wrestling match…really…me, having to wrestle…not able to go hardcore out of fear of being DQ’ed…that match was your gift…the gift from an owner who had picked his star…he wanted you to be the face of the EWA…that was his way of helping out his chosen one…to make sure you got one more shot…
But that’s the funny thing about power…K.C. Kash abused his power…he put his wants and his needs above everything else…he saw you as the only way…the only champion…and he was willing to destroy this company to make his vision a reality come true…if it hadn’t been for Manning Marsham might have this title right now…but he had the foresight to see that you had not earned that right…sure Kash made the match but Manning saw to it that I wouldn’t be punished for something we all knew was going to happen…there was no way I wasn’t going to get DQ’ed…but should you have become a World Champion because of that…Kash thought so…and I didn’t hear you complaining…this was your match…your style…your rules…I stepped into your world…I came up short but on my terms…that victory at Bullet Proof got you your title match…but this time around it will be on my terms…
Stairway to Death was a sick man’s dream…it wasn’t intended for men like Justin Marsham…no it was meant for men like me…guys willing to rip their bodies apart for the ART…for the fans…the creator never imagined this match in the Main Event of a Super Card...for a World Title…no, this wasn’t for those stars…but as time passed he began to see that this match could do for a company…it could push the stars to become more…it could take them out of the norm and make them deliver that unforgettable performance for the fans…nobody can take away the skill Justin Marsham has but what can he bring if you take him out of his comfort zone…what will happen when you back him into a corner and force him to come out fighting…they say you haven’t had that killer instinct since the knee injury…they say you are living off your past…nothing you have done will score you points inside the barbwire…it doesn’t care if you are a star or you jerk the curtain…to it you are just another piece of flesh…something to dig into and rip apart…it has tasted my skin…drank my blood…it knows me well but will care not…you and I will be no different that night Justin…it will treat you no different…will show me no love…
How far are you willing to go to become the EWA World Champion Justin…are you willing to step out of your comfort zone and step into the madness…are you willing to hand yourself over to Stairway to Death…to do what it takes to bring down the belt…to prove everyone wrong…all those people that are saying you have no chance…that you, like me at Bullet Proof are stepping into an un-winnable match…a match where you have no chance…I know you hear them…the doubt is creeping in…hour by hour…day by day…people are in your ear telling you that I’m going to hurt you…that I’m going to make a point to try and scar you…and they are right…you tried to make me look like a fool at Bullet Proof…you and Kash thought it would be cute…a funny joke to make me look like a fool to the EWA fans…I did not forget that…now it’s my time to see what you have…I played by your rules to a point…then I reverted back to who I am…at Retaliation you will not have the same luxury…
Stairway to Death was forged in a sick man’s head…it was a way to force someone to look inside…deep inside and ask themselves do they have what it takes to do the unthinkable… I am the creator Justin…this is my brainchild…dreamed up in Japan as a way to hurt those who crossed me…but perfected here in the states as a way to keep the hardcore movement alive…to make the top stars come down to my level…as long as I’m the EWA World Champion the roster will be playing by my rules…they will have to step into my world if they want this belt…Justin you will be the first….the first to step into the new world of the EWA World Title…Stairway to Death…it will claim another victim at Retaliation…I will deliver you to Stairway to Death…present you to the barbwire and give it the gift of your flesh and blood…at Retaliation…I give Stairway to Death to the EWA…and you will be the sacrifice given…
We end things there…this will be the final battle…no more chances…no more shots…the EWA World Title will be out of your reach…do you have it in you Justin to go extreme…do you have it in you to leave it all in the ring…do you have it in you to sacrifice your own well being for the EWA World Title…or will you fade back into your own limited shell that has gotten you this far…to be a champion you have to be willing to go to the next level…at Retaliation you will be given that chance…I will give you that chance…you step into my world…play by my rules…beat me at Stairway to Death and you will be worthy to be the EWA World Champion…but ask yourself…do you have it in you…can you find that sick twisted beast inside you…look into my eyes…you can see the beast…you can see the sick twisted monster that will be waiting for you…you want my belt…well Stairway to Death is your path…conquer me and a worthy champion you will be….fail and you will be banished back to obscurity…
A Devil on one Shoulder An Angel on the Other
May 24, 2011
New York
They are the yin and the yang in my life…the light and the dark…the good and the evil…how can one person be so sweet while another from the same tree be so evil…they share the same blood…the same make up…had the same upbringing…how can she have turned out to be such a good person while he turned out to be pure evil…both are in my ear…both have their own opinion on how things should be done…both feel like their ways is the only way…both want to win…to be successful…but both are on opposite ends of the spectrum…
Morgan Mayhem has seen the evil of her brother…she escaped that evil…so now she is cautious of his intent…why is her back…he said he’s here to help but she doesn’t but it…she knows he’s up to something and warns me to be careful…to not truly trust him…yes he gave his word…he never goes back on his word but he doesn’t have to lay a hand on my to hurt me…I have everything to lose at this point and he has everything to gain…she preaches over and over again that he needs me more than I need him…
Jakob Mayhem sees the good inside Morgan as her biggest weakness…she cares there for she can be hurt…he said he raised his brother and sister to be heartless because then and only then can you be successful…if you worry about others you will take away the focus needed to succeed….and failing wasn’t a option in the Mayhem house hold…each member of the family played their role for the greater success…his success…nothing else matter…he didn’t care what happened to others…those closest to him…if they were hurt then it was necessary for the greater good…
The yin and the yang of the Mayhem’s…Jakob and Morgan…polar opposites but now once again on the same team…my team…never thought I would see the day but here it is…Jakob and Buzzsaw…Buzzsaw and Jakob…no longer trying to kill each other but now working together for one goal…keeping the EWA World Title around my waist and as Jakob would say…AT ANY COST…and there lies the problem Morgan has…she sees him in my ear…whispering…giving me advice…advice on how he would handle the situation…she fears this…worries that I will become more like him…willing to do whatever it takes to keep the EWA World Title…willing to sacrifice everything and everybody…
Morgan Mayhem: I just don’t like them being around ok, I see the way Jakob and Tim look at you, they didn’t give a fuck about you until they needed you, until dear old brother needed a job.
She had a point…I was worthless to Tim for months…hell for over a year now…he had moved on to Jakob and Ezra and saw them as his big money clients…I had been with Tim from the start but I was just a broken down man…falling back into the minor leagues…because that is how he saw the EWA…it wasn’t the mega power the WCWF was…they were giving Jakob and Ezra huge contracts…and I was going to make peanuts in the EWA and then it happened…the EWA went live and took off but he couldn’t say he was wrong…no, he tried to spin it…that’s what agents do…they spin things until you start to believe it was all his doing…he set this all up…steered you in the direction you went…tries to make you forget that he told you to your face that by signing with the EWA you were thus ending your career…
Morgan Mayhem: Tim treated you like shit, treated both of us like shit and now we are just suppose to forgive and forget, HELL NO! I DON’T FORGET! I DON’T FORGIVE! HE MADE OUR LIVES A LIVING HELL!
She was right…one hundred percent right…Tim went out of his way to make us pay…not only when we choice the EWA…no long before that…the second I brought Morgan into my life he changed…it had always been him and I…friends from the start…he was with me from the first time I laced up my boots…that’s what made it so tough…he turned his back on me because he thought I was done…sure he was pissed about Morgan but he was tempted by something I could never give him…something Jakob had in spades…
Morgan Mayhem: He showed us who he’s loyal too, it sure as hell isn’t us. You need to ask yourself why Buzz, why now, why is he trying to help you now? What is in it for him, for them?
Morgan didn’t trust them…she knew they had ulterior motives…she had stuck by…through good times and bad…Tim had not…he had cut and run…hell I had spoken to him in month when he reached out and connected Ezra with Morgan…
Morgan Mayhem: And if he thinks I forgot about that bullshit with Ezra I haven’t, he had me feeling sorry for him, wanting to help him the way you helped me, to give him a better life. I convinced you to bring him in. I know that was hard for you with all the history but you did, we brought him into our home, your gym, we forgave him and were going to give him a chance for a new beginning and it was all a lie, a lie orchestrated by Jakob and brought to us by Tim and executed by Ezra.
She had a good heart…she was willing to forgive her brother and welcome him into her home…her new life but this latest lie was too much…she had spent a life time listening to the lies of her brother…following his every word as if it was the gospel…she had escaped his clutches and now, against her wishes he was back in the picture…she wanted me to tread with caution…she knew him better…she knew he would tell me what I wanted to hear…he was seductive she warned…don’t let them talk you into anything…
Morgan Mayhem: You need to ask yourself why, why are they wanting you to do that, what will you get out of it, he’ll make you think it’s a great idea but ask yourself why. Why is he pushing this, what do you have to gain, what do they have to gain, keep your guard up. I know you want to trust them but be cautious.
It was sweet…she worried about me…it had been a long time since someone had my best interests in mind…I felt like I was walking into a trap…I hadn’t been to McFarland Inc. in downtown Manhattan since I signed with the EWA…Tim and I were not on speaking terms but as the doors opened I felt like I was walking into hells awaiting arms…they were expecting me…this was evident by the ladies waiting to whisk me upstairs…twenty four flights up…the penthouse offices…where Tim McFarland and Jakob Mayhem where waiting like old friends…pats on the back…handshakes…one might have confused this as three old friends saying hello…this was hardly that…
Tim McFarland: Buzz glad you could make it, Jakob and I where just talking about you…
Jakob’s eyes had the look of evil in them but I was intrigued to hear just what they were up too…I remembered Morgan’s warning…what was in it for them…
Tim McFarland: Come sit down, I just got off the phone with Frankie Manning, he was setting the card for Retaliation and I told him we might have something for him…
Jakob Mayhem: But of course we wanted to talk to you first, get your opinion since it involves you…
Tim McFarland: Right, I mean I am your agent but you call the shots champ…
I was being buttered up for something…they had talked long and hard before this meeting…they had something in mind but needed my ok…had they tried already to talk with Manning hoping he’d just ok whatever it was they wanted…had Manning told them that he needed my ok…was this the reason they were being so nice today about things…sure Jakob and I were on the same page…he had fallen into the roll he promised…he had had my back…he had said as long as I was World Champion he would not go for it…that he would be happy for me…had something changed…had he grown tired of waiting…
Tim McFarland: Jakob and I were talking over dinner the other night…
Jakob Mayhem: About Retaliation, it’s a good name for an event where the World Champion is looking for some revenge after being forced to look like a fool at the last major event…
Tim McFarland: Because that is just what Justin tried to do to you Buzz, he wanted to make you look stupid, he pushed through that match…
Jakob Mayhem: American Shoot, are you kidding me, the EWA fans didn’t want to see that…
Tim McFarland: You were the champion, how did this even happen…
It happened because my agent was busy touring the country with Jakob and the WCWF…he wasn’t here to protect me…to be my voice…
Jakob Mayhem: K.C. Kash should have gotten his ass kicked for making that match, but we are here now, and we started thinking…
Tim McFarland: You are the champion, you are defending the title not Justin Marsham, why shouldn’t it be on your terms…
Jakob Mayhem: Last time Justin Marsham was allowed to name the stipulation of the match, so we called Manning and insisted that this time around we get to name the match…
Tim McFarland: Thought it was only fair since our title will be on the line…
WE GET TO NAME THE MATCH…OUR TITLE IS ON THE LINE…I like how it’s a team now…it’s like they won this title and will be defending it…
Tim McFarland: And Manning agreed that we, well you should have some kind of say in this match…
Jakob Mayhem: We were thinking something that would play to your strengths, something hardcore…
Tim McFarland: It would give you the advantage this time around…
Jakob Mayhem: EWA can be the new home for hardcore wrestling, for guys like us and this can launch that movement…
Tim McFarland: This company is still so young and we have the ability to steer it in the direction we want, a direction that will favor the three of you, we have that power now and it all starts with you at Retaliation…
Jakob Mayhem: We told Manning that as long as you are champion we were not going to allow something like Bullet Proof to ever happen again…
Tim McFarland: It was a disgrace to you and that title…
Jakob Mayhem: Not to mention the fans of the EWA, they didn’t come to watch two people wrestle, they want blood and violence…
Tim McFarland: And that’s what we want to give them, we what to give them YOU!
Jakob Mayhem: You are the Hardcore Icon Buzz, when people think crazy ass matches they think of you, we want to unleash that, make anyone thinking about challenging you for that belt know that they will have to go through a new style of hell to get it…
Tim McFarland: You can send a message right now that anyone challenging for your title is going to do so on your terms, and since you are the leading hardcore guy in this business the EWA fans should know that every title defense will be special, that they will be treated to hardcore action like they have never seen before…
Jakob Mayhem: We will bring the insane Japanese Death Matches to the EWA…
Tim McFarland: We were telling Manning that this is what we wanted for Retaliation…
Jakob Mayhem: But he wanted to speak to you first, thought we were came up with this, we told him we were all agree on this but he still wants to hear it from you…
Funny how we are agree on this but yet this is the first I’m hearing about it…part of me was pissed…they had no right to get involved in my business….I had made it to the EWA World Champion on my own…did I really need them now…sure Jakob was watching my back but it also seemed like he was doing my talking…him and Tim trying to make stipulation for my title match and leaving me in the dark…but they were making sense…why shouldn’t this be on my terms…I was the World Champion…if you were going to get into the ring and get a shot it should be in my backyard…on my terms…but what did they have to gain…Morgan’s words were echoing in my ears…but getting quieter the more Jakob and Tim made sense…
Tim McFarland: We have been racking our brains about the perfect match and then Jakob had it…
Jakob Mayhem: Take the ropes and turnbuckles down, put up barb wire and C-4 explosives, hell we made this match famous…
Tim McFarland: Fucked Up Ill Shit!!!!
Jakob Mayhem: Bring a little bit of the CEW to the EWA! What do you think?
I like what they were thinking just not the result…
Buzzsaw: No! We are not doing Fucked Up Ill Shit here in the EWA…
There expressions where the same and then turned very different…shock at first…this was a plan I think they thought they could sell me…or at least bully me into…but Tim’s face went to panic…had he promised this to Manning…spoken out of school and now was looking at the possibility of having to go back and tell him he didn’t in fact speak for me…he was going to lose all creditably with the GM…Jakob however went from shock to anger…he was trying to make me think this was a good idea and he hated being told no…nobody told him no…
Buzzsaw: The CEW is dead, let it stay there, it took me years to break away from the CEW image, I’m not going to bring in that match to the EWA, but there is another match that would make since, something the EWA fans will enjoy…
The smiles slowly appeared on both men’s faces…it was a bit hunting…it stayed with me the entire way home…Morgan had warned me but it all made sense…why shouldn’t it be on my term this time…every time…but I saw on her face as I walked in that she was pissed…how could she had know what I agreed to do…I had spent the 30 min drive coming up with ways to tell her…to make it seem like it was all my idea…
Morgan Mayhem: Frankie Manning called, wanted to tell you he made the press release for you, told the media that you will be making a special announcement this week on Shatter Point. So Buzz what did they talk you into…
She had that look…she wasn’t going to be fooled…she wasn’t going to by the spin…I told her what had happened…how they wanted Fucked Up Ill Shit but I had said no…I wanted something different…something more that was going to define me…Stairway to Death…I wasn’t going to rip off a company that was dead…no I was going to bring in a match from my old days…something that made me who I…
Morgan Mayhem: And did you ask yourself what do they get out of this…
Buzzsaw: Morgan, they get nothing out of this, I picked the match, I picked the stipulation…
Morgan Mayhem: No Buzz, they picked the stipulation, they wanted you to force through this match, they wanted you to set the bar, as World Champion you have that power and they know it, they are using it and you for something, I know my brother, he wants something and will use everyone around him to get what he wants, he wanted you to make that match, to bring in a violent and brutal match to the EWA, he wanted you to set the bar, to bring in the hardcore edge but why?
She may have been onto something but what did I care…they were right…I needed to set the bar…to help steer the direction of this company…if it wasn’t me it was going to be someone else…and hell I might being dressed in a singlet trying to wrestle…she was looking for a motive and I didn’t care at this point…I was not their puppet…and resented being called that…this was a perfect match for me…it set up perfectly and what did I care how we got there…all that matters is that we did…
THE REST OF THIS RP IN BELOW, TO LONG FOR ONE POST
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SECOND PART OF THE ABOVE RP
In the Dead of the Night
June 12, 2011
New York
Why is it that the nights you are sleeping calmly are the nights everything goes to hell…Once every three days I get a phone call…from a 313 area code…at first I would take the call and try to calm the lady on the other time but of late I was just letting it go to voice mail…I didn’t have it in me to talk the lady off the edge night after night…at first she thought it was just all part of the game…but as the days turned into weeks and the weeks turned into months she began to worry…sure her husband was trying to calm her down…would pull her back from the edge and apologies to me for his wife calling so late…sadly neither of them really understood the danger there son was in…
They had told the police to stop looking into this disappearance…told them he was a bit off in his head and that he would turn up…if he was really with this Justin Marsham then he was Justin they should all be worried about…they felt there son was a pain to be around and if any harm came to him it would be because Justin was just so tired of hearing about internet wrestling that he snapped… Thomas Snyder insisted that his son could be annoying and there this was a waste of police time…so Officer Taylor and Officer Jones put the case to rest…filled there finally report and closed the case…they stated the a thirty six year old man that left his parents house wasn’t a crime…it was something that should have happened…but Judy Snyder was beginning to worry about her baby boy…
She had gotten on his computer…searched his favorites…she went on his chat forums and realized that his INTERNET FRIENDS haven’t heard from him in weeks…they had posted threads starting to worry…he had NO SHOWED some sort of event she told me…a ppv…whatever that is she said but it seemed to worry these friends…he loved being THE CHAMPION…took great pride in this…they were starting to speculate what had happened to him…was he dead…she thought this was a bit much…no her son wasn’t dead…had he lost his internet…this theory seemed to be the one people thought was the cause…sure there were odd ones…did he find a girlfriend…was he busy with school or leave for college without telling anyone…these people who called themselves her sons FRIENDS didn’t really seem to know her son well…it seemed to her that they thought Hank was younger…almost a teenager…was this game he was playing meant for younger people…or kids…had Hank lied about his age to play…well she would be having a talk with her son as soon as he came home about this…
But she had begun to worry…she was starting to believe there was more going on that what her husband was saying…she began to worry…my number was on the police report…she had it and was using it…she had been watching Shatter Point…she saw last week what she thought was her son…she saw me rush to his aid only to find out it was someone else…all she wanted was for her son to call…she knew he was no longer being HELD by this Justin Marsham and his pal Steven Slade…but she didn’t understand why he still hadn’t called…he knew their phone calling card by heart having used it time and time again to call long distance for call in shows and to try to leave messages for me…he could use this to call home…why hadn’t he called home she would ask…plead to me to try and reach out for him…to try and get word to him that they just wanted to make sure he was safe…she hadn’t just been calling me…no she was calling Tim McFarland…The House of Hardcore and had even tracked down GM Frankie Manning cell phone number…she wanted someone to do something…
I really didn’t know Hank or his family…but from the little I had dealt with them I had my feelings to why Hank had not called home…his father was pissed at all the attention this had drawn…his mother wasn’t going to be happy until he was home…if he had called home they would have insisted that he come home at once…she had told me a story about Hank one night…he had taken a greyhound bus from Detroit to Boston a few years ago to see one of my shows…he didn’t have any money…spent it all on the bus ticket…he had gotten there three days early for a meet and greet…when he got home she had found out he had slept in homeless shelters and at churches…he told her he hadn’t showered in days and smelled like a bum…she was convinced that he must be doing the same thing now…she had asked me to help her…she had been calling the shelters but thought he’d be staying under a different name…she wanted to send me a picture of her son and then have me drop it off…I told her I would just to get her off my back…
Truth was I had no clue where Hank was…sure I cared…kind of…I was happy he was no longer being held by Justin but we were not friends…he was a fan…and yes I wanted him safe and sound but I wasn’t going to go search the streets for him…I had to turn my attention to Retaliation…to Justin Marsham…to make him pay for all of this…my attention had been pulled from this match…to one of my fans…Hank wasn’t going to be able to get his Retaliation for all of this…Justin targeted a weak man who could not fight back…he knew that Hank was a easy mark to try and get at me…it was a cowards move…trying to play head games…make me do something stupid…desperate…but I didn’t give in…sure last week I took off to the back to try and get Hank…sure it wasn’t him…but now it didn’t matter…as far as I knew he was on his way home…safe and sound…and I could turn my attention on what really matters…Justin Marsham…
You want to be focused…stayed focus…you want to be left alone…but the phone never stops ringing…interviews…agents…the Snyder’s…you just want to be left alone…you start letting the calls go to voice mail…at first you feel guilty…but as time passes you hit the button with no regret…as was the night of June 12…I heard the ringer….looked at the clock…1:36am…felt Morgan roll away from me…looked at the number…you had to be fucking kidding me…313 area code…didn’t this lady sleep….voice mail it goes…a few seconds pass…a minute…and then it beeps…she left a voice mail…it would be tomorrows problem…right now all I wanted was sleep…
I had forgotten all about the phone call the next morning…was getting out of the shower when Morgan pointed out I had messages…I wasn’t in a rush…I truthfully didn’t want to deal with it or Mrs. Snyder this morning…I had too much on my plate today without having to hear her latest plea or request…I put off listening to it until the car ride over to The Colosseum…I was expecting to her the soft voice of Judy Snyder…this was not voice I heard…the voice on the other end was that of a male…he was whispering…there was a sense of fear but excitement in his voice…the voice of a man that seemed a bit crazy…
Hank: Buzz….it’s me….Hank….
He was speaking to me like we were old friends…in his head we were…
Hank: I got away from Marsham, gave him the old slip o roo…
He was excited to tell me that…he had gotten over on Marsham…
Hank: I wanted to tell you I’m fine…safe. I am hiding out in the city, don’t want to say where incase Justin gets this phone…
He was paranoid…talking crazy…I guess that’s what happens when you are held captive…
Hank: Don’t worry about me pal, I’m good, I’m going to hid low for a few days but I’ll be at Retaliation, I got a hold of a pass, got it right off the desk of Frankie Manning at Shatter Point while I was hiding from Marsham, he won’t miss it, there were a ton of them just laying there, but don’t tell him…
It was as if he had been caught stealing a cookie…he was an adult but was talking like a child…
Hank: I hid out inside The Colosseum for a few days but I thought it wouldn’t be safe to stay there any longer, I saw Slade and booked, but don’t worry I’m safe and I will be there for you buddy, I’ll see you at Retaliation, we’ll party it up after you get the win, ok, got to run, not safe for me right now, don’t tell anyone I called, I want it to be a surprise when I show up, ok, got to go buddy, see you soon…
What the hell was that crazy bastard planning…what was he going to do when he did show up…
Morgan Mayhem: You ok? Who was that?
I wasn’t going to keep it from her…I hit 4 for the message to repeat and tossed her the phone…I watched as she listened…watched as her eyes opened wider and her mouth dropped a little bit more…she looked at me as the message ended…
Morgan Mayhem: What are you going to do? You should call the Detroit cops, his parents or something…
Buzzsaw: No, I’m not telling anyone anything!
Morgan Mayhem: But Buzz, come on, he doesn’t sound right…he sounds dangerous…
Buzzsaw: That’s not my problem, that’s Justin’s problem, he’s not coming to Retaliation to hurt me, he’s coming to support me…
Morgan Mayhem: He thinks he’s part of this…he’s going to do something stupid…
Buzzsaw: Oh you can count on that, I can hear it in his voice…he’s going to do something incredibly stupid…I’m counting on it…
She looked at me like she was trying to read my mind…she didn’t say anything more on the matter…she trusted me and my judgment…Hank had always dreamed about being a pro wrestler…being in the business…this was his chance…this was his time…and he wasn’t going to let it pass…Retaliation was going to be his stage…his 15 minutes of fame…and after everything he’s been through…he deserved those 15 minutes…Justin had brought him into this battle…now he was going to have to deal with that decision…Hank was going to come looking for his Retaliation…and hell have no fury like a crazy ass fan…
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