Before WWE will implement anti -drug policy, Vince McMahon starred in a legendary night full of excesses, laughs and chaos with his fighters. You enter many other reasons, the ex -president of the wrestling company that could be looking to repurchase today is known to absolutely control each of the aspects; Without going any further, apparently I wanted to have control of Bare Knuckle FC.
► Before control, uncontrol
To know the story that concerns us on this occasion we return to Hitman: My Real Life in the Cartoon World of Wrestlingone of the autobiographies of Bret «The Hitman» Hart.
The same one we talked about a few days ago discovering the time Harley Race left Owen Hart unconscious to take revenge on a joke. In the book, the member of the Hall of Fame recounts That wild party in which McMahon lost control:
“I had been in El Paso, where some friends called Cheech and Chong gave me a huge bag full of Mexican motor … of course, before the recordings in San Antonio, Vince convened a meeting to inform all fighters that in a few weeks the anti -drug control would be expanded to cover any non -prescribed drug, including marijuana. Vince said that with the FBI and the media waiting for any scandal, the WWF could not run that risk.
He believed – and I still believe – that Vince's decision was Miope. By removing the menu marijuana, more fighters ended up as alcoholics; Instead of smoking a little motorcycle locked in their rooms talking about the business, they spent in hotel bars, drunk and with pills.
I spent a fat joint to Owen and told him that it was probably the last time we would smoke for a good time. Owen, so straight most of the time, released and we both gave some pumps. We arrive at the Striptease club feeling good. Inside, a group of fighters was around Hulk in a corner. Beefcake was there, already recovered enough from a parasailing accident to return to limited work. But with steel plates on the face, I could no longer fight seriously.
On one side were Hawk, Animal, Curt, Bossman and Ray Hernández, a fornid fighter from Tampa with the character of Hercules. I introduced Owen, I saw Jim and Davey at a table and asked for beers for everyone. Vince entered around midnight. That was already weird because he did not usually get together with the boys. But what caught the attention was that Vince was drunk, with the tie loose around the neck.
Patterson tried to convince him that it was a bad idea to be there in that state, but Vince decided that he was going to have a last party with the boys before the new anti -drug policy entered into force. Sergeant Slaughter offered to take care of him and drive, so Pat came out the door, as if chasing him for all naked women. Then I listened to Hogan challenging a Hawk with exorbitant eyes to make Lod a Vince's shot at the bar. Suddenly, Animal bent up behind Vince, put his head between Vince's legs and lifted him from the ground.
Vince laughed while animal took him to us. Hawk was already in the bar grabbed to a stripper tube, making sure Hogan who was going to leave the head to Vince. I thought, Wow, is serious, but at the last moment Hawk stopped and gently hit Vince with his arm. Hulk and Beefcake caught him and stood him while a group of flatterers applauded. I looked at Jim, who said with courage, 'Hart Foundation would have the eggs to do it!' 'Of course!' I had a beer in one hand and a JD drink in the other, but I was aware to think, God, what did I just say? Owen's eyes enlarged. I thought about running as I saw Jim lift Vince with a smile, as if hugging him jokingly.
The boys opened and Hulk looked at me as if he doubted he had the value. I left my drinks and, before thinking, jumped and gave a clothesline to Vince with a deaf blow. His head bounced against the carpet. His thin neck stretched like that of a turtle. There we were, the two lying on their backs, and I thought, what did I do? 'You owe me a drink, Hitman,' said Vince with a dragged voice. 'Don't worry, I pay it.' 'Double Dewars with ice'. We take them. The last call passed and the lights lit, but nobody left. Davey loaded Vince on his shoulder and looking for where to throw it in a power slam. They called the police to evict us.
With Owen and several strippers in my car, we joined a caravan of about thirty cars to a party in the Penthouse of Flair in the Marriott. We couldn't pass a patrolman parked in front of a Striptease club, so Slaughter, with his chin outside, burned tire pushing the police car on one side. At about 3 am, the drunk crowd harassed a young receptionist to call Flair's room. He did not respond, so Vince demanded the key. The nervous receptionist said it was against the rules, but Vince cut it: 'I am Vince McMahon. Give it now! '. He got the key.
We squeezed in the elevator and climb to the forty floor. We entered Flair's room, waking Earl Hebner, the referee, who slept in a folding bed. Flair did not get from his own crazy night, so we did what we wanted. It was a beautiful suite with a complete bar, but there was only a bottle full of vodka. The party was about to die when a motorcycle bag mysteriously appeared, and the joints lit. I saw with my own eyes what the boys thought about flair when they used their King Size bed as urinary. Even Vince, in underwear, shoes and black socks, and tie. I remember Hercules and Curt laughing while cleaning with hoses, and I thought no one would do that with Harley Race.
Then Vince decided to have fun fighting amateur with us. When I came to me, I was careful and playful, just like Curt. Then he knocked Hawk and immobilized him. When he grabbed Hercules, Hercules threw Vince on the air face down, but Vince bounced in Earl's folding bed and fell standing. Vince launched a sober look that said, 'If I remember this in the morning, I'm going to say goodbye' (days later, Hercules was fired). Then he looked at Jim: 'Big rhino, you are the only one I haven't tried yet!' Jim twisted the tip of his beard and He asked Vince if he had seen a hard killing scene where the villain falls forty floors. Vince was nervous, knowing that Jim was crazy and drunk enough to do something like that. He decided to leave him alone. At dawn, Flair had not reached his own party, and I was drunk lying on a stripper while helping me to open the door of my room at the Crockett Hotel … ».
