The Iron Sheik (@the_ironsheik) tweeted at 10:14pm - 5 Apr 14:
ultimate warrior what the fuck you talking about jabroni? #WWEHOF (https://twitter.com/the_ironsheik/status/452660641564983296)
Okay, time to wrap this up.
What did Bret write in his book?
What did Bret write in his book?
This has been longer than mania will be
You know Vince and HHH are fake falling asleep backstage right now
Vince is immortal.You know Vince and HHH are fake falling asleep backstage right now
"Most of us wished that Hogan would come back and reclaim his crown. I got to see exactly what kind of champion Warrior was during a show in Omaha. Propped up on a stretcher a few feet outside the locker room was a Make-A-Wish kid who looked to be down to his last few hours. There was not a hair left on his head, and not even his Warrior face paint could mask his sad eyes. Sickly pale and barely breathing through a ventilator tube, the boy wore a purple Warrior T-shirt and green and orange tassels tied around his biceps to honor his hero. His mother and father and an older brother and sister were with him, patiently waiting for the promised encounter with The Ultimate Warrior. I bent over to say hello, as did all the other wrestlers on the way into the dressing room. It was odd, but there was Warrior actually sitting with us: He usually kept to himself in his private dressing room. By the time the third match started, a WWF public relations rep poked his head in and politely asked Warrior if he was ready to meet the dying boy. Warrior grunted 'In a fuckin' minute. I'm busy.' I thought to myself, Busy doing what, talking to a bunch of guys you can't stand anyway? As the night wore on the family waited just outside the dressing room door, the boy hanging on to his dying wish to meet his hero. As I was returning to the dressing room after my match, I was relieved to see that they weren't there anymore; I assumed that the kid's dying wish had come true. Warrior's entrance music played while Jim and I quickly showered in hopes of beating the crowd out of the building. We'd have to hurry since Warrior never went over ten minutes. We dressed, grabbed our bags and took off. As we rounded a corner down a backstage ramp, we came upon the boy and his weary family, who had been moved there so as not to get in the way of Warrior's entrance. I thought, That lousy piece of shit. He'd made them wait all night, unable to summon the compassion to see this real little warrior. Hogan, Randy and countless others, including Andre, never hesitated to take the time to meet a sick, dying kid. My disgust for Warrior magnified a thousand times. To me he was a coward, a weakling and a phony hero"
"Most of us wished that Hogan would come back and reclaim his crown. I got to see exactly what kind of champion Warrior was during a show in Omaha. Propped up on a stretcher a few feet outside the locker room was a Make-A-Wish kid who looked to be down to his last few hours. There was not a hair left on his head, and not even his Warrior face paint could mask his sad eyes. Sickly pale and barely breathing through a ventilator tube, the boy wore a purple Warrior T-shirt and green and orange tassels tied around his biceps to honor his hero. His mother and father and an older brother and sister were with him, patiently waiting for the promised encounter with The Ultimate Warrior. I bent over to say hello, as did all the other wrestlers on the way into the dressing room. It was odd, but there was Warrior actually sitting with us: He usually kept to himself in his private dressing room. By the time the third match started, a WWF public relations rep poked his head in and politely asked Warrior if he was ready to meet the dying boy. Warrior grunted 'In a fuckin' minute. I'm busy.' I thought to myself, Busy doing what, talking to a bunch of guys you can't stand anyway? As the night wore on the family waited just outside the dressing room door, the boy hanging on to his dying wish to meet his hero. As I was returning to the dressing room after my match, I was relieved to see that they weren't there anymore; I assumed that the kid's dying wish had come true. Warrior's entrance music played while Jim and I quickly showered in hopes of beating the crowd out of the building. We'd have to hurry since Warrior never went over ten minutes. We dressed, grabbed our bags and took off. As we rounded a corner down a backstage ramp, we came upon the boy and his weary family, who had been moved there so as not to get in the way of Warrior's entrance. I thought, That lousy piece of shit. He'd made them wait all night, unable to summon the compassion to see this real little warrior. Hogan, Randy and countless others, including Andre, never hesitated to take the time to meet a sick, dying kid. My disgust for Warrior magnified a thousand times. To me he was a coward, a weakling and a phony hero"
aliright wrap this shit up already.
and next year , time limits on EVERYONE
"Most of us wished that Hogan would come back and reclaim his crown. I got to see exactly what kind of champion Warrior was during a show in Omaha. Propped up on a stretcher a few feet outside the locker room was a Make-A-Wish kid who looked to be down to his last few hours. There was not a hair left on his head, and not even his Warrior face paint could mask his sad eyes. Sickly pale and barely breathing through a ventilator tube, the boy wore a purple Warrior T-shirt and green and orange tassels tied around his biceps to honor his hero. His mother and father and an older brother and sister were with him, patiently waiting for the promised encounter with The Ultimate Warrior. I bent over to say hello, as did all the other wrestlers on the way into the dressing room. It was odd, but there was Warrior actually sitting with us: He usually kept to himself in his private dressing room. By the time the third match started, a WWF public relations rep poked his head in and politely asked Warrior if he was ready to meet the dying boy. Warrior grunted 'In a fuckin' minute. I'm busy.' I thought to myself, Busy doing what, talking to a bunch of guys you can't stand anyway? As the night wore on the family waited just outside the dressing room door, the boy hanging on to his dying wish to meet his hero. As I was returning to the dressing room after my match, I was relieved to see that they weren't there anymore; I assumed that the kid's dying wish had come true. Warrior's entrance music played while Jim and I quickly showered in hopes of beating the crowd out of the building. We'd have to hurry since Warrior never went over ten minutes. We dressed, grabbed our bags and took off. As we rounded a corner down a backstage ramp, we came upon the boy and his weary family, who had been moved there so as not to get in the way of Warrior's entrance. I thought, That lousy piece of shit. He'd made them wait all night, unable to summon the compassion to see this real little warrior. Hogan, Randy and countless others, including Andre, never hesitated to take the time to meet a sick, dying kid. My disgust for Warrior magnified a thousand times. To me he was a coward, a weakling and a phony hero"
That he brushed make-a-wish kids off.
I take everything every wrestler says about another wrestler with a grain of salt. Especially if it's coming from Bret, Nash or Hogan.Never trust anything Bret says guys, that guy has the biggest fantasy of all the wrestlers, including Hogan.
Never trust anything Bret says guys, that guy has the biggest fantasy of all the wrestlers, including Hogan.
Marks are the only thing keeping this thing going.No marks allowed next year please.
No marks allowed next year please.
Is he telling us to do steroids