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I love how he shows his sympathy for the grieving families of "Mr. Perfect" Curt Hennig and "British Bulldog" Davey Boy Smith by saying their deaths are their own fault for being infantile, drug-fucked losers.
Golly, Mr. Hellwig, I seem to recall hearing that you and the Bulldog got your Human Growth Hormone from the same doctor, and that the spinal injury that led to his addiction to painkillers that contributed to his death came from falling on the trapdoor YOU had installed in the ring against the wishes of the other wrestlers, who rightly felt it was a safety hazard, because YOU were too good to run to the ring, or even wrestle, as I remember your "comeback" at WCW...
Funny story about Hennig and Warrior. Warrior is wrestling, and Hennig is hiding under the ring, waiting for his spot in the next match where he runs out and clobbers someone. Hennig has been there for a while, and has to take a dump in a bucket down there. Warrior smells the unholy stench from Mr. Perfect's bowels and throws up on camera! I think they ended up blaming it on Papa Shango's voodoo powers, instead of Mama Hennig's cooking. True story.
Now I'm going to Foke my Destrucity and disappear into a cloud of fire extinguisher fog. |
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