Yeah, this one BELONGS in the “Hall of Shame”. An absolute HORRIBLE idea and concept that I was drug into, having no idea what I was getting myself into.
Now, just to set the record straight, no, I DID NOT write this crap, but I was one of the minions in the war room. I think it was Bruce Prichard who just innocently strolled in my office one afternoon telling me that I needed to be a part of a “vignette” they were shooting. “They needed bodies”, is I think how Brother Love put it.
So I went along. At that point in my career I was not in a position to say no to anything, especially if the request came from Vince McMahon’s right hand man.
Funny thing about a back story here—I specifically remember this day because as I was getting ready for work, I put on a white shirt I had just gotten back from the dry cleaners. As I’m putting on the shirt, I’m realizing that it’s a bit too snug. Then, when I go to button the collar, the shirt starts choking me with “Boston Strangler” flare!!!! It wasn’t my shirt!!! They gave me somebody else’s shirt!!! Of course, I was too lazy to just put on another shirt, so I went to work that day feeling like I had a bungee cord crushing my larynx!!!
So yeah, man, I’m working around Titan Towers and I can’t even breathe. Why didn’t I just loosen the top button, you ask? Simple—I WASN’T ALLOWED!!! None of us were allowed. There was a dress code in the office that if you didn’t comply with—you could just go home. Shirts, ties, jackets, no FACIAL HAIR, yeah—VKM was the George Steinbrenner of pro wrestling.
So I follow Bruce to the conference room on the 4th floor and we start shooting this thing. Bro, I can’t breathe, but I have to fight through this. So here’s what I remember—all those involved, from the writer/producer, Bruce, to the “actors”, employees, to the BIG MAN HIMSELF, Vincent Kennedy McMahon, all thought this was “GREAT” business!!!
They were yucking it up, laughing, giggling, literally like 10 year-olds who just discovered a weathered “Playboy” Magazine in the woods. Me? Bro—I thought this didn’t just SUCK, but was downright EMBARRASSING.
After single-handedly putting every “territory” on the map out of business—and, with a smile on his face doing it, I might add—Vince McMahon was now going to play the VICTIM by falling to the hands of BILLIONAIRE TED? Are you freakin’ kidding me? I had as much sympathy for Vince then as I had for him after he stepped down as the CEO of WWE after somebody found his NDA collection in his top desk drawer!!!
WOW, this was BAD, and it played off REALLY BAD. I have to think that those involved—deep down inside—thought it was bad too. The “Nacho Man”, the “Huckster”, somebody SHOOT ME NOW!!!
Yeah, can’t pin this mess on me, but I guess in a way I am guilty by association.