From: dave.scherer%acc1bbs@ssr.com (Dave Scherer) 
Newsgroups: rec.sport.pro-wrestling
Subject: Brody's Murder, part 2
Date: 18 Dec 92 16:50:00 GMT
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Organization: Advanced Computer Concepts BBS, New Rochelle, NY 914-654-1981
Reply-To: dave.scherer%acc1bbs@ssr.com (Dave Scherer) 

TO:oliver@software.mitel.com

Atlas was in a state of shock as were the rest of us.  While the
paramedics were preparing Bruiser to take him to the emergency room, I
witnessed Invader leave the shower, walk around the feet of Brody, grab
his car keys and leave.  Finally, after what had seemed like an
eternity, Brody was loaded onto a gurney to be taken out.  Brody, by
this time, had been down at least 40 minutes.  The paramedics couldn't
lift him.  I saw Tony Atlas, almost by himself, carry Brody up four or
five steps and transport him to the ambulance.  Tony went with Brody to
the hospital.  At this point, nobody knew what to say or even what had
happened.  But I knew enough to stand back and observe the situation.
Puerto Ricans basically didn't like the American boys coming down there
and taking their money that they felt was rightfully theirs.  And since
I was in the dark as to what happened, I was watching to see what would
happen next.

Chris Youngblood told me that Invader had approached Brody and requested
that he accompany him to the shower to talk business.  He said that
Invader's hand was covered with a towel.  Then he said he heard
screaming and a commotion inside the shower and then seeing Brody
stumble through the door holding his chest.  Brody went down; he didn't
collapse but went down under his own control.  That was just before I
got back into the room.

The guys in the other dressing room knew that something had happened,
but were kept in the dark as to what it was.  Atlas, by this time, had
returned to the stadium and he kept saying that Brody was going to die.
I told Tony to stop saying that, but Tony, by this time, was out of
control completely.  The whole situation was out of control.  Some
Police Officers entered the room and Tony began to tell them what
happened, but they couldn't understand English.  Strange thing about it
though.  They didn't take it seriously.  They would smile and mutter to
each other because they just thought it was another wild PR angle.

Time moved slow.  Atlas was screaming by now.  He was screaming at the
cops who weren't understanding a thing he was saying.  He tried to
enlist an interpreter to tell them what happened.  And the Invader
reappeared.  Nobody knew where had gone but I surmised that he went
home, because he came back with a different shirt on.  He came right
back as though nothing had happened and started conducting business as
usual.  He completely ignored Atlas, who looked wild by now,  Atlas
pleaded with several PR boys to translate but they'd look at Invader and
walk away.  Finally, Roberto Soto said he'd interpret.  It was to no
avail.  These cops grew up watching Carlos and Invader so, to them, they
were big stars and they, just ordinary policemen.

I was on last that night and Atlas and I left the stadium and headed for
the hospital that Brody had been taken to.  El Medico Centro was the
name of it and somebody had told me that it was the best medical
facility on the island.  As we were walking into the hospital, I met the
surgeon who had already operated on Brody.  I asked him about Brody's
status and he just looked at me and said it was touch and go.  Brody
never left the operating room.  They actually performed two surgeries
that night.  I always believed that if Brody had been in an American
hospital, he would still be alive.  What Brody actually died from as
loss of blood.  He literally bled to death on the table during the
second operation.

When I got back to my hotel room, I told the desk clerk that if any
calls came in for Brody, direct them to my room.  I couldn't sleep.  I
was staying with one of the midgets, the Irish Leprechaun.  The phone
rang.  The little guy answered the phone and told me it was Brody's
wife.  I looked at my watch.  It was 5:00 AM.  How would I say this
without causing undue panic?  I calmly explained to her that frank had
been in an accident and she should get to PR as quickly as she could.  I
told her that it was serious, but I thought he'd be alright.  I hung up
the phone.  Again, I looked at my watch.  It was 5:20 AM.  Brody dies at
5:40 AM.

After the call, I could not sleep.  I tossed and turned and finally,
just got up.  I went down to the front desk around 7:30 AM and the girl
on duty was an American from Chicago who spoke Spanish.  I asked her to
call the hospital and find out what room Brody was in.  That's when i
found out he was dead.  No words can describe how I felt.  The girl at
the desk got tears in her eyes.  She told me that she was sorry.  I just
went outside the hotel and sat down for a while.  How could this happen?
While I was sitting there, Buddy Landell cam e over and asked how Brody
was.  It was all I could do to tell him and he said cut the BS.  I guess
he could tell by the look in my ey that I wasn't kidding.  We were
supposed to go to Mayaguez that sfternoon, but I never even packed my
bag.  I knew that I wasn't going.  Miguelito Perez came to pick me up,
but when I told him the news, he refused to go too.  Most of the PR guys
didn't hear the news until they got to town that afternoon.  But after
they heard of Brody's death, they refused to go to the ring.  I heard
thatit was a sold out $25,000 house.  They sent the fans home telling
them that they  could use the tickets next week.  I don't believe they
told them the real reason why.
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