| Buzzsaw | Date: Thursday, 2011/06/23, 11:27 PM | Message # 1 |
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| The House of Hardcore
South Boston
June 23, 2011
You have reached Derek, you know what to do….BEEP
Sid Simelia: Derek where the hell are you? Call us as soon as you get this…
It had been twenty four hours since Retaliation…since this gym was full of students watching it on the big screens we had brought in…we had taken some shit for not being there live…but this was a business…his business…and we were doing all we could to make it successful…we thought it would be a treat to have all the students here to watch it…some of these kids scrapped every penny they had to train here…treat them to a big night…a chance to watch the owner in the Stairway to Death match…local media was here…newspapers…TV…all to document the big night…
We all sat here…eating…drinking…and watching…waiting for the big match…and then we all sat here in shock as the ring exploded…as the three count came down…as it was announced that Justin Marsham was the new EWA World Champion…it was a media nightmare…the flash bulbs went off…everyone wanted a quote…some talked…I’m sure I’ll read it or hear it in the next few days…others just sat there in shock…Buzzsaw was a larger than life guy…how could he have lost…in his match…to that guy…talk about a mood killer…my phone was ringing ever 60 seconds…I stopped answering it…would just look at the number and send them to voice mail…but slowly over the next hour people filed out…asking me and the other guys to send there best wishes to Buzz…and then I listened to the messages…all sorts of people in the business…sponsors…friends…as the hours after the show passed us by the calls started to come in from the likes of Morgan Mayhem and Tim McFarland…nobody was able to get a hold of Buzz…Tim had found out the EMTs at the show wanted him to head to the hospital to be treated for deep lacerations from the barb wire and the burns from that idiot blowing up the ring…but he refused…of course he did…Buzz wasn’t going to a hospital…Tim was too busy doing god knows what and kiss god knows what and lost track of him…when he went back to the medical station he had found out that Buzz had signed the wavier and left the building…
Tim tried to spin it in typical agent fashion…but I called my contacts inside the EWA and they told me he was pretty banged up…both him and Marsham were involved in the craziest ending to a match in years…early feelings was this was just the type of match that the people in the EWA wanted…people were still talking about it…it was already on YouTube…hell it was a treading topic on Yahoo…it delivered exactly what they wanted…but at what cost…I was hearing that both men were torn up pretty bad…it was one thing to have barb wire…another thing to blow up the fucking ring…Hank was a wanted man right now…hell there were some people here last night that wanted to go lynch mob on him and head down to New York…find him and make him pay…drunk men…wanting revenge…he had to make it clear to all the students that that wasn’t going to happen…Buzzsaw was going to handle Hank…I knew him long enough that he didn’t want Hank touched…if violence was going to be the answer than Buzz was going to want to do it with his own hands…he wasn’t a Don…this wasn’t mob rules…Buzz would get his own hands dirty if he felt the need…it wasn’t to us to fight his fights…
It was clear to me that he wanted to be left alone…he needed time to clear his head and take it all in…he had built that match up to be one of those legacy matches…he knew the world was watching and what it all meant…he came up short on the biggest stage…there would be no talking him off that point…no looking for the silver lining…he had set up this match to usher in a new world of hardcore wrestling in America…to bring those Japanese Death Matches to New York…to the EWA…and now it was all over…he wasn’t going to just fall back into his old days of hardcore matches…he wasn’t going to go chase the Underground Championship…people were already asking me when he was going to take that title…I hated to tell them it wasn’t going to happen…those days where over in my mind…Buzzsaw had become more than the hardcore side show…he had proven he was capable of being the face of a company…and once he answered his damn phone I was going to make sure he knew that…
But for now there was work to be done…someone had to keep track of things here…we had students to teach…and some where here to train…one kid in particular was Grant Eden…he was our golden boy here at House of Hardcore…he was the first to receive a contract…was wrestling at Boston Championship Wrestling…he was are resident Straight Edge Star…Straight Edge in the house that Buzzsaw built…ironic right…but the truth is he was anything from that…sure he spoke the language…dyed his hair black…but Grant was anything but Straight Edge…he was a fraud…filling a role to further his career…they needed one more person to join the two other top Straight Edge heels…Grant had the talent to be a star so they made him Straight Edge…tasty little fact in this business…looks can be deceiving…people that sit out there or watch it at home believe you really our that person in the ring…that the good guys are good and the bad guys are bad…Christ back in my day Jimmy T came to the ring with a white pit bull…the fans loved that dog and loved him because he had the dog…those people didn’t know that in reality…HE HATED THAT FUCKING DOG!!! The second he got behind that curtain he would kick the fucking thing…but the fans were blind to this…Jimmy T wasn’t what they thought…nor was Grant Eden…
He had the talent to be a star and if they let him be himself he would be a top face…truth was he drank and smoked weed like many of the people sitting in those stands…he was anything but Straight Edge…but they needed him to be so he put the mask on…to the fans he was everything they weren’t…just some punk kid telling them they were living there lives wrong…they knew where he trained…they would chat BUZZSAW….BUZZSAW at him…to taunt him…to let him know they knew where he came from…it was funny really…we all laughed at it over beer each night….back here and in private of course…he couldn’t blow his cover…and that’s what I need to remind him of here today…he was here last night…watching the show and having a good time…too much of a good time…and as he walked in I could tell he had partied too hard…his eyes where hidden behind those trademark sunglasses…bloodshot and hazy was my guess…yeah I could smell it on him…he was becoming careless…Buzz would freak out if he was fired…well maybe…truth was Buzz didn’t check in like he use too but I wasn’t going to let this happen…
Grant Eden: Sid, what’s up man…
Sid Simelia: Good man, how are you feeling?
Grant Eden: Tired as fuck man, late night you know…
Sid Simelia: Show wasn’t on that last and I know you didn’t stick around to see how Buzz was…
Grant Eden: Man, I knew he’ll be fine, it’s Buzzsaw, I’ve seen him take worse of a beating than that, he’ll bounce back…
Sid Simelia: Yeah well the funny thing was that nobody has heard from him since that match, he’s missing…
Grant Eden: Man search the local bars, he’s blowing off steam, tell Morgan to calm down…
Sid Simelia: Morgan is off in Cali, she took off before the show and we have been searching the bars, I have a few people out looking for him now but it’s a big city…
Grant Eden: If he doesn’t want to be found then you’re not going to find him…
Sid Simelia: Yeah well I’m glad you are concerned…
Grant Eden: Man, how would have it helped if I would have stayed here last night worrying and calling everyone I knew, hell everyone I know was in this room…
Sid Simelia: He gave you this chance man…
Grant Eden: Yeah he did, but I also had a shot at that girl Tracy from the morning class and she wanted to bring her friend Lisa along, man Buzz would have kicked my ass if I passed that up to stick around here and mourn over his lose…
Sid Simelia: Regardless, I want to talk to you about last night, there were media here last night and kids who watch you every week in BCW…
Grant Eden: Man, I put it in a cup, nobody knew what I was drinking, hell I had Tracy pour it, nobody saw anything…
Sid Simelia: You are being careless…
Grant Eden: Man you are the one that normally brings me back here to drink with you after shows, ok, maybe I should have been more careful but you and Buzz told me I have to be true to myself, you two were pissed at me when I announced I was aligned with the Straight Edge guys but I did what was best for me at the time, they wanted to push me and this was the way and look now, I’m the BCW City Champion, I’d be a contender for the Heavyweight Title if Tommy didn’t have it, I’m doing fine, now are we going to work out or are you going to keep lecturing me? I don’t think Buzz is going to want to come back to this place and find out his top student hasn’t been training because his head trainer doesn’t like the fact he’s been drinking, come to think about it, how the hell are you even standing today?
Sid Simelia: Kid don’t get smart with me, if you don’t want to be Straight Edge anymore, if your tired of hiding tell the world who you really are, stop living the lie…
Grant Eden: And why would I want to do that? I love that those people hate me, I love how pissed they get when I put them down, when I do it as a Straight Edge guy I’m passionate about my life choices, if I wasn’t Straight Edge I’d just be a dick and if I told them I drank and smoked weed they cheer me, adopt me as one of their own, how fucked up is that?
Sid Simelia: Kid you got something lose in your head, go get changed and we will get started…
What the fuck is wrong with kids today…am I really that out of touch…is Buzz…this kid was a hell of a talent…but just fucked up in the head…I didn’t have time to deal with his bullshit…it seemed I was the only one worried about Buzz…the only one trying to figure out just where the hell he was…it had all fallen on me…Tim was too busy…The Mayhem’s pissed some people off for attacking Hometown Heroes…Tim told me to keep trying and let him know what bar he passed out at and he’s send a car and a check…Morgan wasn’t speaking to him and wasn’t about to be the first one to break down and call…no she was too tough to show she cared so it was on me…she told me to check the local strip clubs…to call the different police stations to see if they tossed him in the drunk tank but to keep her posted…every hour on the hour I got a text from her…and all I got when I called him was…
You have reached Derek, you know what to do….BEEP
God Damn it Buzz….where the hell are you…
~FIN~
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