Warrior vs. heyman and wcw

[Guest JAxlMorrison]

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A few weeks ago, after posting an introduction, of sorts, it was relayed to me, from an acquaintance of yours, (who will remain anonymous), Mr. Heyman, that in response to the possible appearance of Warrior at ECW, you stated -- excuse me if I don’t quote this verbatim -- “...it’s a possibility, but it’s a better possibility if he [Warrior] considers jobbing to Taz...” Well, yes, I see, we all have our moments where we fade in and out of lucidity while soliloquizing during a reverie we have while walking about the dandy-lions, now don’t we? Or maybe it was that your insulin levels were out of whack from eating, what is it, Whitecastle or Krystal Kreme? To quote another arteriosclerosis candidate, Louie the fat comedian, more bluntly says “Excuse me for sweating, if I don’t, I’ll explode.”

 

Seems, I seriously misunderstood your desire to do the right things to succeed, Ultimately. Then again only the rare ever really understand the meaning of true success. You see, it’s not the “job” thing that bothers me as much as the quandary I have about why anyone, with reasonable intelligence, would want to devalue -- immediately, as if test driving -- an already established, marketably appealing persona in this business. Besides, is a job really a job when the world knows it’s a job? You see, I used that position to my advantage already.

 

Anyway, the whole suggestion of it, as a first response in a discussion discussing possibilities, seems, from a larger business perspective, oddly rash and imprudent. I did, however, hear that you had no qualms and, even, found it quite fitting to exploit the very thing, you felt fit to belittle, in a spot for a 1-900# line. You know, if I had a nickel for every 1-900# call that lured callers with “something warrior”, “something ultimate” or “former, long-seen WWF champion or superstar” (the thing worthless to everyone of you experts) I’d have more nickels than all the other dollars I made! It vexes me that people, “for whatever reasons”, justify doing so. Keep the money, obviously, you need it worse than I do -- or is that better than I do? Guess that depends on how you define success and wealth. Probably like most others. Wrongly. There are many more empowering things than money with which to negotiate deals with. You showed you don’t have that kind of vision.

 

I’ll give you a pass on the comments you made in a local New York newspaper. Something to the effect, “I’ll give him (me) 30 seconds with one of my guys and see if he (Warrior) last.” Really? 30 seconds? Wow, I’ve never felt like such an opening match type of guy.

 

Of course, if you want to stick your foot in your mouth again, I accept.

 

You made the offer, these are the basic, not to be changed, terms. I enter the ring, one of your guys enters the ring; we both get in the ring. The bell rings -- struck by an impartial bell ringer. The clock begins -- time kept by an

impartial timekeeper. 30 seconds later if I’m still standing, in the ring, I own your company and get the proceeds from the gate, minus $26.89 for your cab fare, a jelly-filled and a cup of Joe, black without cream. If I lose, I become, immediately, the biggest fool in this industry and you keep the proceeds from the gate. We communicate through representation to set a mutually agreed upon date. All other details of prearrangements and legal matters for assuredness are handled by attorneys. You made this statement and these are my terms. I’m done with it.

 

Point to be taken, you disrespected me as a person, a decent person, not just as a valuable talent in this business. I never do that. Never. Yet, what else but disrespect could it be? We don’t know one another well enough -- personally or professionally -- to be doing an impromptu “worked” tete-a-tete. I’ve always made a point of respecting the guys who work in this business -- no matter their position or pay. Yet, when a man -- any man -- acts disrespectfully, he deserves to have it handed back to him.

 

Under a microscope, everyone has, at one time or another been misunderstood for being an a’hole. And sure, you can find someone who may have not gotten the autograph they were seeking or didn’t get out of me, conversationally, what they would have liked. But there’s a huge difference between Disrespect and Determination to Succeed or being Rude and being Ready to Get the Job Done or being Petulant and being Prepared to Perform or being Brash and being Boldly Set On Your Sights or being Smart Ass and being Serious About What You Do, and on and on. My absences and sporadic appearances in this business have, unfortunately, mischaracterized me, both, professionally and personally.

 

You see, I am the Master of My Universe. Unlike others who swallow more than just their pride (use your imagination) because their life outside the business is a wreck. There are some who are not afraid of what tomorrow brings because they believe in their abilities enough that they don’t have to eat the wrongful Sh#@ they get handed to accept. I am one of them. Excuse me, but, I have a hard time make-believing it’s a chocolate bar from Willy Wonka’s Chocolate Factory, when it’s really just another chaw of Sh#@ from the “We Own Your Life” Factory. There's a huge difference between being Empowered -- and an Empowering Example for others -- or just being Slavishly Employed.

 

Others won’t say it, but I will...

 

I’ve always recognized that there are better workers -- as in technical wrestling skills -- in this business than I, Hulk Hogan, Randy Savage, Sting, Lex Luger, Nash, Sid, and on and on and on and on. I’ve always been self-effacing about this, while others, envious and insecure, get offended by its truth. Some have the charismatic quiddity that it takes to succeed and some don’t. I didn’t make the rules, that’s just the way the rules are. What? am I supposed to apologize for succeeding and recognizing that I did? Does Michael Jordan refuse to be paid just because he has more money than all the other talent on the court? If others don’t like the rules and want change, the buzzword, so I hear, is “union.” Form one. Although, Self-Respect will get one further than any damn group or organization will if you’ll give your-Self some Respect. Be courageous enough to stand up and say something. Or make yourself different, like I did. There are dozens of guys who can do twisted and corkscrewed double and triple hanger launches or whatever they may be called, but, there are also dozens of guys who didn’t make an extreme habit out of dietary disciplines and training sessions -- without abatement -- to maintain a physical presence and package of energy par excellence -- made the Warrior persona the ne plus ultra of the Industry at the time -- that separated me from the rest of the pack and, as a consequence, created a niche in the business for myself. It’s obvious from the size of your and most people’s ever-swelling cheeks -- both sets -- that you and they wouldn’t understand this kind of discipline at all. Nor did dozens of guys make the effort to don more than the same pair of smelly trunks they started the business with or try to evolve their characters over time, stylistically, creatively or otherwise. I’m fed-up with the line that Warrior can’t be understood. Someone obviously understood, I got over, others didn’t. I always have, every single time. It’s easy to substantiate, go look at the facts. If you don’t understand, you don’t want to understand.

 

However, I’m a secure, objective thinking man, if you are of the opinion my wrestling persona doesn’t find a page in your black book under “T” for top talent or “C” for cool or “E” for entertaining or energizing or “H” for headliner or “B” for bad ass or “M” for moneymaker, fine, but if you or anyone else think sloppily spewing lies or taking unwarranted, “not having to be answered to” potshots will belie the truth of my career, you are sadly and stupidly mistaken. You, Paul Heyman, showed your gumbo, exponentially spreading ass and immaturity in what you said, while at the same time dropping “what if” innuendoes to make a buck or two. Best make it while you can. Soon, the marquee may say “Talent Vacated” or “Paul Heyman -- DOA, His Blood Would No Longer Flow.” Either way, success won’t linger. Your comments and actions are dishonorable and tasteless. Immoral. And respectable men don’t behave like that. Of course, your response will be, “Who ever said I was respectable?” Now, we know for sure. No one need ask again.

 

As for my WCW appearance. There are some things that are simply out of one’s control.

 

The success of anyone in this business depends on many factors, from little things of major importance to big things of minor importance. The entire gamut. Everything from whether or not guys will take a damn bump for you, all the way to getting, even, if you can believe this, some time wrestling on TV! There’s a novel idea!!

 

Although it wasn’t widely advertised I tore my bicep at War Games. Tore it completely at the proximal end, up at the shoulder. I stayed positive from the moment it happened, even though it prevented me from immediate full-scale in-the-ring activity. From the moment I had it repaired I started my physical and mental rehab to insure that I’d be ready best as I could for the PPV @ Halloween Havoc only five weeks away( even though I was told to leave it in a sling, keep it immobile, 24 hours a day for 8 weeks). The reason why it was not widely talked about was that I did not let it become a negative or a deterrent to meeting my obligations, although, many have taken months off for lesser injuries. Just ask around. Each day for approx. 5-7 hrs I worked out with a rubber hose, so as to keep as much muscle size as I possibly could. Physique -- anatomically and mobility wise -- being a major part of my gimmick. Doing thousands of reps with a stretchy rubber hose is not the same as progressive resistance with weights, but it sufficed. I’m proud of what I did.

 

Furthermore, after the way less than stellar match at Halloween Havoc with Hulk (It takes two to tango, ladies and gentlemen, and yes, I was not 100%) I suggested, adamantly and sensibly, that I be allowed to simply get in the

ring with anybody or anyone simply to have matches, no matter the finishes, to get back in the groove, get the cobwebs out. Not only had I just recovered from major surgery (in no less tha miraculous time), I'd been out of the business for another two years. My sh#@ happens in the ring, not in the locker room. Just getting in the ring to be a ratings booster for the next two months of the contract, even when I was not obligated to do so. That request was denied, and no reason ever given as to why.

 

It’s funny how under the spotlight of cynical criticism “I” was to be wholly responsible for drawing numbers. OK, fine. To that, I say, look at the launching pad of the first 15 minutes when I, again, reappeared after years gone. Nobody does that. Nobody. I say, go look at my segments. Check the numbers. And those decently high numbers when I was on the screen reflect my being little more than a mannequin participating in a plan that had less direction than a gaffed balloon let loose in a 100 mph wind. No, the truth is not always pretty, but, ugly, can be beautifully humbling, as well.

 

I’ve never professed wanting to be a full-time promoter, booker, production crew, etc. and never got hired to do any of those jobs. And when you can’t get simple cooperation like having a guy take a bump for you, who in a previous hour’s television segment looked like he was trying to walk on banana peels, but now says “back-surgery is imminent”, causalities -- independent of an organization’s success -- are awry, and riddled with misguided summations. Different than all the Einsteins erroneously posit, getting television time depends on being allowed television time. Deny it if you will, but that’s the truth. My character is over -- will always be -- and whatever I can do to make it more over I’ve always been eagerly willing to do.

 

My contract with WCW expired 12/31/98. The last time I had any words with Eric Bischoff, the boss, was the Phoenix television the night after Halloween Havoc. Practically two months before the end of my contract. Not one phone call did I receive after the last -- commendable -- words I had with Eric in a dressing room @ America West arena. And any businessman worth his paycheck gets what he paid for -- his money's worth -- and never lets a possibly workable deal for the future just die.

 

I also say to you that not one time -- not one time -- did I hear, any word -- not one word -- about a Warrior vs Goldberg thing. At least from anybody who had the stroke to pull it off. A natural and explosively potential thing. I

mean since this guy appeared on the scene who -- in terms of ring intensity and persona -- has he most been compared to? Sting? Hogan? Luger? Nash? Hall? Huh? Can I get some assistance here? Some medical attention? Perhaps, psychological.

 

Now, Goldberg, you are genuinely a good guy. You really are. This is no misportrayal and my saying so is not a work. You are edgy and intense and individualistic in your in-the-ring nature, and I like you. Intense people and acts Inspire me. At any rate, I’m sure you have better absorbed, with business maturity, the brief bits of advise I gave you when I was there. Stay clear of the manipulators. The wolves in sheep’s clothing. As I told you, you’re going to do more great things IF... If someone gets their head out of their ass over there. Hulk, you really should take a step back. You’ve had your run. Do the respectable thing. Ditto Ric Flair. Does this mean there is no longer a place for these great individuals? Hell, no! But hogging interview time and Main-event status is a barrier -- a literal quagmire -- that needs to be eradicated and escaped from. There are always effective ways -- with some serious thinking -- to utilize those who have been and can continue to contribute to the business. Just use those other ways.

 

Of course, all this is in the past. In the pasture of the past, I retire it. In hindsight, as I said a couple posts back, organizationally, WCW was -- and likely still is with the recent change of command -- being run off the cuff and

confusably. I did not get, @ WCW in ‘98, the creative time or support I was promised. And that, in, both, some minds and some ways -- none irrevocably --may have slightly tainted my television image. If that was the intent of some masterplan, I do not know. Was there some furtive plot? I do not know. Maybe, maybe not. And after the last two years of the company flipping and flopping about like a fish out of water, and the recent removal of Bischoff, I’d say the only plan, all along, for everyone, was to have no plan at all, and if anyone started one, run for the hills. And that, no one, except Eric, least of all me, could have controlled. That was Eric’s responsibility. Good thing someone [from Turner’s Organization] came down out of the hills.

 

Maybe it is a politically different business today in more ways than I know. If it is, I don’t want to know, and I find it hard to believe. I’ve never been envious or leery of those who are hungry enough to be the best they can. It’s the ones who aren’t willing to do, all by their own efforts, what it takes to make themselves the best that you have to watch out for. They are the backstabbers. I never played the politics or never developed a fetish for toe cheese or adolescent boys or a fondness for perverted old men to get where I went. Or take a dump in some other talent's bag or destroy their gear to be radical and cutting-edge. And I never had to f’ someone [over] to get the spot I had. A place where few others will ever go or ever see. There are those Who can Dream, yet, Few to Fulfill the Scheme.

 

Frankly, it's an outright shame that an already established, and over, persona who wants to make the efforts, mentally and physically, to be a thinking hero and role model for the youth of today is ousted. Believe me, that crowd is out there and could be a powerful voice and consumer of what wrestling can offer. My character could capture it like no other can.

 

All that said, sure, I’d like to be an active, regularly televised, in-the-ring participant in the business today. And given the right opportunity and the right ideas -- maybe ones I’ll create Independently -- I have and can rise to any

challenge. Any. But I’d rather be full of myself than somebody else and I’m not willing to sell my principles to any dishonest, Machiavellian storekeeper, and in today’s business, refusing to hang out at the hotel bar after the matches with the gang shoveling Sh#@ and egos can be a career killer. And I said Rise to any challenge, not lower.

 

The Wrestling World has not seen the Last of Me.

[Guest TheHulkster]

all I can say is....wow

[Guest franchise632]

WHAT A FUCKING WHACKO!!!!!

[Guest Sykotic2002]

I had to read that a couple of times to understand what the hell he was talking about.

[Guest caboose]

Damn.

[Guest Singular]

okay

[Guest papacita]

He confuses me.

[Guest The Great Wesuke]

This whole thing conjures up a strange picture in my mind... that of the Warrior sitting calmly at a desk wearing spectacles and sipping tea. I don't see any room in this speech for grunts, snorts, yelling, or chest beating. It puzzles me.

 

The funniest part is when he talks about better technical wrestlers... such as Hogan, Savage, Nash, Lex, Sting, Sid....

real technical wrestlers like that.

 

yup.

[Guest muzanisa]

Maybe it was the fumes from the facepaint.

[Guest J*ingus]

No, I think he meant that yes, he admits that there are lots of better workers out there than the big boys like himself, Hogan, Nash, Savage, Lex, Sting, Sid, etc, but went on to justify it by saying "hell, they're offering me this much money; who WOULDN'T do it?"  

 

It took a minute, but I got used to his writing style and could actually understand what he was saying (but then again, I read books written in the 1600s for fun).  I was surprised by some of the insight he had for a guy who was supposedly a completely insane egomaniac, at least once he got past his strange rantings about Heyman and into WCW dealings.  Admitting his Halloween Havoc match was "way less than stellar", saying that Hogan and Flair needed to take themselves out of the main event, musing upon the idea of a Warrior-Goldberg feud since the two of them are so similar in many ways.  That was more intelligent than I gave the guy credit for.

[Guest dreamer420]

He did have some interesting things to say and was not afraid to bash himself.  Did that come from his website?

[Guest]

Is he crazy?

 

yes

 

Crazy like a fox!

 

hahaha....I reek of wit!

[Guest Human Fly]

What was the deal with Heyman? Did Warrior challenge anyone from ECW to a 30 second shoot for ownership of ECW? Maybe Heyman should've done it, sent in Spike Dudley and saddled Warrior with all of ECWs debts.

[Guest Slapnuts00]

Wow, Warrior's nuts! I didn't know what the hell he was saying at first, but as I read more I could see some of his points, and don't think he was entirely wrong there. Anyway, It'd be awesome to give him another run in the new NWA show, but last I heard WWA offered him a spot and he asked for 15% ownership of the company. What a loon.

[Guest JAxlMorrison]

Yeah that was an excerpt from one of his commentaries......I'll be posting some more soon.

[Guest franchise632]

What was the deal with Heyman? Did Warrior challenge anyone from ECW to a 30 second shoot for ownership of ECW?

After ECW went on the air with TNN there was one of the 900# promos where Heyman mentioned the  possiblity of the Warrior coming in to ECW, now i didnt call the number so i didnt hear what was said, but what Warrior is saying is that Heyman would have brought him in but that he would have to be willing to do the job to TAZ. Warriors terms were 30 seconds, if he won he won the company and all the gate money.

[Guest the 1inch punch]

Loony, Loony Jim

 

Didnt he demand a massive stake in the Jarrtes new fed to appear there or something

[Guest]

You know...working for COX cable we had to do the Arizona area. And since Jim lives in in Arizona I looked him up.  The man actually changed his last name to Warrior and his wife is a BITCH judging by the call records.  I used to have his address and phone number... I always thought it would be sweet to call him and say.  "I believe... Warrior"

[Guest]

I always thought Warrior was cool as hell...still do...rather have him in the WWF than Hogan right now....I'm a Warrior baby!

 

But serously...there were no grunts, snorts, etc. at all....scary isn't it...

[Guest]

Wow, I used to be such a Warrior mark!  I just went over to check out his site, and there is some funky ass shit going on in that man's head.  Gotta respect his INTENSITY~!  Hell, I want a Warrior comeback and I want one now!

[Guest franchise632]

You know...working for COX cable we had to do the Arizona area. And since Jim lives in in Arizona I looked him up.  The man actually changed his last name to Warrior and his wife is a BITCH judging by the call records.  I used to have his address and phone number... I always thought it would be sweet to call him and say.  "I believe... Warrior"

It would be such a shame if that number accidentally got posted to the board.

[Guest]

DO NOT TORMENT THE SOUL OF THE WARRIOR OR ALL THE FATES OF THE AGES WILL COME BACK IN ON THEMSELVES TO HAUNT YOU!!!  Oh go on then, post that sumbitch up ... let's give Jim a call!

[Guest]

i believe this is still correct.  Could it be?  The Warrior phone?

[Guest Human Fly]

If anybody calls they've got to post what happens.

[Guest]

I'm waging an internal war over the innante immaturity of calling up someone famous for no reason and the fact that I'd get to speak to THE FUCKING ULTIMATE WARRIOR!!!!!  My mental age seems to have diminished greatly.  I'm going for a lie down.  In Parts Unknown, baby!  I'd realy like to call, but it would be pretty dumb.  I might skim through some of my old Carlos Castaneda books and actually try to engage in a conversation with him about just what the hell is happening inside Warrior brain.  He seems fairly commited to his spiritaul humanism.

[Guest Army Eye]

This whole thing conjures up a strange picture in my mind... that of the Warrior sitting calmly at a desk wearing spectacles and sipping tea. I don't see any room in this speech for grunts, snorts, yelling, or chest beating. It puzzles me.

LOL.  Indeed, picturing him in such a state is almost incomprehensible.

[Guest Human Fly]

I'm trying to picture him with glasses on over his face paint.

[Guest]

I'm trying to picture him with glasses on over his face paint.

With a suit, and trying his hardest not to shake the desk.

[Guest saturnmark4life]

i see him working in telemarketing, just to lure people into his hour long rants.