Brock Lesnar's book "Death Clutch"
Posted: Sat May 14, 2011 3:55 pm
Only posting this here because he talks about his time in the WWE. Here are a few excerpts from the book...
About the night he almost broke his neck & why it happened that way -
His motto that helped him get through every day in the WWE -
On his private life and the 1 wrestler that he envied -
I might have to go pick up this book. Hits stores on May 24th.
About the night he almost broke his neck & why it happened that way -
There I stood, on the top rope, both arms raised in triumph, my
head back, letting the crowd take it all in . . . and then I launched the
Shooting Star Press.
Every wrestling fan knows what happened next. My boot slipped
off the wet rope, I under-rotated, crashed in spectacular fashion, and
gave myself a massive concussion. I damn near broke my neck. I still
had enough sense left to know that I had to win, but I don’t remember
finishing the match. I did finish, which meant I was the champion
again, but I sure don’t remember it. Not at all.
Can you imagine if I had knocked myself out . . . if that “missed
move” had become the finish?
The next morning, I was supposed to do a sponsor appearance, but
I couldn’t get out of my hotel bed. After I received a few phone calls to
rouse me, I finally crawled out and made it down to the appearance.
When the sponsor’s people saw me throwing up from the aftereffects
of the concussion, they sent me back to the hotel.
After you play in the Super Bowl or the World Series, you get
some time to yourself, or to take your family on a vacation. Not in
pro wrestling. You’re right back to work the very next day, doing live
TV for Raw the first night, or taping SmackDown! two nights after
WrestleMania. Kurt made it through the match, and I was lucky to
“only” have suffered a concussion. Kurt went in for the alternative
surgery, and I was right back on the road as WWE Champion for the
second time.
His motto that helped him get through every day in the WWE -
While I was training with Brad, I met someone who would become
another great influence in my pro wrestling career. His name
was Curt Hennig, and I wish he was here today to read this chapter.
Curt was a second-generation wrestler, the son of a big time wrestler in the AWA territory named Larry “The Axe” Hennig. When
the old timers all get together and start shooting the **** about “the
good old days” of the AWA, they all talk about what a big tough son
of a bitch Larry Hennig was in his prime. Curt’s dad smartened him
up early about what the pro wrestling business had to offer, and the
price you have to pay to achieve success in it.
Curt taught me something that sticks with me to this day—in the
wrestling business, you have to “Get in to get out!
On his private life and the 1 wrestler that he envied -
Over the years, I’m sure that being as private as I am has cost me
a lot of money. I could be like one of those media whores that shows
up anywhere there might be a camera just to keep my name out there,
and to keep my face on the TV and in the papers so the endorsements
will keep coming in. But that’s not me, and I can live with that.
I like to stay home, spend time with my family, and be left alone.
My life is my life. It’s nobody’s business what goes on in my house,
or with my wife or my children. I won’t intrude on your private life.
Don’t intrude on mine.
That’s why, in some ways, the WWE character I envied the most
was Kane. He had the greatest gig ever, because he was a big star who
wore a mask on TV. When he went home, he’d get to take off the
mask and live a normal life. Nobody knew what he looked like, and
no one ever bothered him when he went about his personal life. He
must have had about as normal a life as you can have in professional
wrestling. That’s probably why Glenn Jacobs (Kane) survived for so
long in WWE. Maybe I should have worn a mask. I might have lasted
just a little longer . . . or not.
I might have to go pick up this book. Hits stores on May 24th.