HitMan by Bret Hart

Author:Bret Hart [HART, BRET]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Wrestlers, Canada, my-books, Wrestlers - Canada, Wrestling, Entertainment & Performing Arts, General, Literary, Personal Memoirs, Hart; Bret, Sports & Recreation, Biography & Autobiography, SPO053000, Sports, Biography, vl-wrestling
ISBN: 9780446539722
Google: BiBMSPsWTbwC
Amazon: B001FA0OZU
Publisher: Hachette Digital, Inc.
Published: 2008-10-08T00:00:00+00:00

On December 3, I was in San Antonio, which I loved because I got to visit the Alamo and I always stayed at the historic Crockett Hotel right next door. After having a decent match with a relatively new arrival named Skinner on a one-time-only pay-per-view called Tuesday in Texas, I zipped over to the airport in a rented Mustang convertible to pick up Owen, who’d flown in from Germany. I’d suggested to Vince that he could team Owen with Jim and call them The New Foundation, and Vince had gone for it. I was in a great mood as I pulled up to the terminal and spotted him waiting for me curbside with a big smile. I hadn’t seen him for over a year.

Most of the wrestlers were meeting at a strip bar after the show, one of our regular hangouts in San Antonio, and as we drove over there Owen told me that things had gone well for him in Germany and that Martha was expecting their first child in March. He was happy to be back in the WWF and said he thought he could work well with Jim. I told him Jim was thrilled about it too. Jim was thrilled in general: He had finally won his settlement from U.S. Air, a whopping U.S.$380,000. Owen asked me for advice on how to handle Jim, and I told him that I’d tried just about everything but that in the end it was reverse psychology that worked best.

He shook his head as he told me how unbelievably over I was in Germany. I could tell it also meant something to him that I had the Intercontinental belt. We talked about home, about losing and missing Dean and about Rhett’s struggle in the hospital.

The previous day I’d been to El Paso, where some buddies I called Cheech and Chong had given me a giant baggie filled with Mexican dirt-weed. So, of course it figures that before the tapings in San Antonio, Vince called a meeting to inform all the wrestlers that in a few weeks drug testing would be expanded to cover any and all non-prescription drugs, including marijuana. Vince said that with the FBI and the media waiting to pounce on him, the WWF couldn’t take a chance on another scandal. I believed, and still do, that Vince’s decision was shortsighted. With weed taken off the menu, even more wrestlers wound up as alcoholics; instead of smoking a bit of weed holed up in their hotel rooms talking about the business, they roamed hotel bars drunk and on downers.

I handed a big, fat joint to Owen and explained that it was probably the last time we’d be able to smoke pot for a while. Owen, so straitlaced most of the time, let his hair down, and we both took a few hits. We pulled up to the strip bar feeling good.

Inside, a bunch of wrestlers crowded around Hulk at the far end of the room. Beefcake was there, having recovered enough from the parasailing accident to come back for limited duty.

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