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Original Date of Publication: January 11, 2007 |
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Bobby
“The Brain” Heenan, Part II. I thoroughly enjoyed wrestling for the
Minneapolis-based AWA (American Wrestling Association). I was in
the dressing room warming up for my first AWA match when I met one
of the icons of our business, Bobby “The Brain” Heenan. This man
was already a wrestling legend. He was the funniest man I had ever
met – and he still is. He possesses amazing wit, brilliant insight,
and a complete understanding and mastery of the psychology and the
business of professional wrestling. I am grateful to know this man
and I am honored that he is a friend.
I had the
opportunity to do a televised interview with Bobby at a CAC
Wrestlers’ Yearly Reunion and Awards Dinner at the Riviera Hotel and
Casino in Las Vegas. In last week’s column, I described the
beginning of the interview. I introduced Bobby, in that interview,
as a true “great” in the world of professional wrestling, a living
legend, and an icon. He thanked me for the nice words, but added,
“No, Rock, I won’t co-sign for a car for you.” I looked at Bobby
with a slight frown and said, “Okay, never mind.” We both
immediately walked off-camera in opposite directions, much to the
chagrin
of our cameraman, Peter Redford. It was Peter’s first introduction
to the world of professional wrestling. He had no idea what he was
getting into when he agreed to document the CAC event for us.
I asked
Bobby if he would talk about professional wrestling the way it was.
I asked if he would talk about the camaraderie and the feeling of
family that existed. Bobby had, of course, experienced that sense
of family, but he also had experienced the “cut-throat” side of the
business. Bobby was “on top” for virtually his entire career. He
was, and still is, a major international star. Bobby’s perception
was that a thousand-plus wrestlers wanted his job (and my job). He
talked about all of the guys who would walk over an injured champion
in order to get a title shot. Bobby’s bottom line seemed to be a
realistic, “Everybody’s out for himself.” It was a very interesting
perspective. The interview continued.
“You
know,” I said, “I never looked at it as competition with anybody.
The best friends, like you, and the people whom I consider family
were people in the business. Obviously, what you say, Bobby, is
absolutely true, that people are stepping on each other. But, what
I found was that the best friends I’ve ever had in my life and the
people whom I felt were more like family were the ‘guys’ – people
like yourself.” “That is the truth,” Bobby replied, “and all of my
best friends are the Baron von Raschke’s and the Gorilla Monsoon’s.
But, don’t forget: There are thousands and thousands of guys I’ve
met, and there are thousands and thousands of people I just can’t
trust. I have to keep my business separate from my family and my
friends …”
At that
moment, just before Bobby finished his sentence, we were interrupted
by a booming “voice of God” announcement over the public address
system. Bobby looked up towards the heavens and said, “I’m sorry.
I won’t say that again.” We waited for a few moments, smiled, and
continued with the interview. “So,” I began, “you were saying that
thousands of people were coming up. You were saying, for example,
how Baron von Raschke is a good friend, Gorilla Monsoon; but that
there are so many other people who are not that way.” “That’s
true,” Bobby began, “but, take a car dealership. Not every salesman
comes out happy to help the other sales people sell cars. You know,
in the motion picture industry, nobody is going to help someone else
get work if that may make them lose work. That’s just the way it
is. Nobody in the wrestling office wants someone else in the office
unless that person can help him. That’s just the way things are.”
Bobby
Heenan continued, “So, my advice to anyone who wants to get into
professional wrestling is to get an education. Make sure you have
some kind of job to fall back on – some kind of a job where you have
benefits, hospitalization, some kind of insurance plan, something
for your family. If you want to go out there and go through
nine tables and break your back, go
ahead. But, you’ll be taken every place from now on in a wheel
chair. You’ve got to have an education.”
Bobby
and I looked at each other. The evening's official festivities were
about to begin, and we knew there
would soon be another booming announcement interrupting us. It
seemed to be a good place to wrap up the interview. “Ladies and
Gentlemen,” I began in conclusion, “you heard it directly from one
of the greatest this sport has ever known, and, I’m proud to say, my
friend, Bobby Heenan. Bobby “The Brain” Heenan.” We did the “I
love you, Man” close with a hug.
The
camera was still rolling. “Thanks, Rock,” Bobby said. “Now, I get
paid for this, right?” “Oh, absolutely,” I emphatically stated with
just a hint of sarcasm. I pointed to a lady friend standing behind
the cameras. “See that lady right there?” I asked, thinking of a
clever way to hint at compensation. “Do you find her attractive at
all?” Bobby replied instantaneously and with an excited tone in his
voice, “Oh, I find her very attractive. There are not many women
six-foot eight and 390 pounds I find attractive, but this lady’s …”
His voice faded away as he walked off camera towards the lady.
In
last week's column, #46, I included a photo of a book cover.
The book’s title is “Bobby The Brain:
Wrestling’s Bad Boy Tells All” by Bobby Heenan with a foreword by
Hulk Hogan. For the first time in the history of this wrestling
column, I would like to make a recommendation: If you would like
to know more about the wonderful world of professional wrestling, I
highly recommend this book along with his latest book, “Chair Shots
and Other Obstacles: Winning Life’s Wrestling Matches” by Bobby
“The Brain” Heenan with a foreword by 16-time world champion Ric
Flair. For more information on Bobby “The Brain” Heenan and/or to
purchase his books, simply visit his website:
www.BobbyTheBrain.com.
My last two columns are a tribute to one of the few who attained and
retained a top spot in our wonderful sport of professional
wrestling: Bobby “The Brain” Heenan. I end this column with a
personal message to that amazing man: “Bobby, you were and are an
inspiration to me. You are a brilliant performer who possesses the
greatest wit and sense of humor in our business. I am a better
person for having known you. And, Bobby, in closing, I leave you
with this genuine hope: May you live to see your 200th
birthday – and may the last words you hear be mine.” Until next
week, keep those e-mails coming.