
One of my more engrossing gifts this Christmas was a copy of Bret Hart’s autobiography, “Hitman: My Real Life in the Cartoon World of Professional Wrestling.” Despite that title being dangerously close to one of Mick Foley’s books “Foley is Good and the real world is faker than wrestling,” Hart’s book is a large tome detailing his entire life story, from his early days being raised in the Hart house, to the Montreal incident to his career ending concussion, to his stroke, to his recovery and induction in the WWE Hall of Fame.
As a wrestling fan, the book is a fascinating read. For non-wrestling fans, it would no doubt also be interesting to see some of the things that go on backstage and behind the curtain at a ‘rasslin show. Hart gives us details of conversations with Vince McMahon, Shawn Michaels and others, portraying his impressions of many key points in his career.
Like any good story, there are many villains. At varying times, Hart’s father Stu, his sisters Diana and Ellie, brothers Smith, Bruce and Dean, Vince McMahon, Shawn Michaels, Triple H, Kevin Nash, Hulk Hogan and an asshole Lloyd’s of London Insurance adjuster all fill the role of villain. Hart seems conflicted about his father, however, as he describes being terrified of him as a child, but having nothing but love and respect for him as an adult.
In fact, the entire Hart family, save for brother Owen and mother Helen are made to look like the most dysfunctional clan to ever earn chromosomes. According to Bret, after Owen died, all the Hart siblings made their various power plays to take advantage of the situation, with Bruce trying to get a job with the WWE out of it, and Diana and Ellie trying to get their husbands, the British Bulldog and Jim Neidhart, jobs out of it. As a result of this Owen’s widow Martha gets far less out of her lawsuit than they might have otherwise. At one point, Ellie tells Bret “I’ve hated your guts your entire life.”
As an side note, Diana wrote her own book about the Harts, but according to Bret it was ghostwritten, and was just filled with ugly, hate-filled criticisms and made up stories, including a wrestling aligator in the basement, which apparently never existed. Her story opens with a story of her husband drugging and sodomizing her and gets uglier after that. Bret thinks she didn’t even read the final version before it was published, and a lot of it was embellished by the ghostwriter. Worst yet, she got Stu to write the forward without even knowing that the book mostly bashed his family.
This is all very interesting, but there are points that more learned wrestling fans may have questions. Hart’s version of the buildup to his Survivor Series match with Shawn Michaels (where the infamous Montreal incident would take place) is suspect. Hart sums up the series of interviews leading up to the match. He claims that he was simply going off the script, while Michaels would be “shooting” (making unscripted, real digs at him). Humorously, in Michaels’ book, he claims the opposite, that he was on script and Hart was “shooting.”
In fact, the comparison between Michaels’ book and Hart’s is really interesting. The two disagree on the facts of many situations. Hart claims that being World Champion went to Yokozuna’s head and made him arrogant. Michaels described Yoko as being humble, and “one of the boys.” Each of them claim that the Harris Brothers (a tough, identical twin tag team) were strongly on their side of the Montreal issue. Bret claims that Owen desperately wanted out of his WWF contract after Montreal, Shawn says Owen was happy where he was, as he was winding down into retirement anyway. And of course, each of them was in the right of the Montreal screwjob.
One thing not really in question is Hart’s depiction of his personal life. Hart admits to regularly having been unfaithful to his wife, Julie, with an almost constant cycle of “ring rats” (the wrestling equivalent of a groupie). Hart describes in painful detail how Julie threatened to leave him on an almost weekly basis for their entire two decade marriage. He admits to steroid and drug use, although he says that women were his main addiction.
Regardless of whether or not that makes you hate Bret Hart, the book is still a fascinating read. The behind the scenes stories are really entertaining, and gives a little insight into why anyone would put on a tiny bathing suit and pretend to fight other giant ment in tiny bathing suits.
I give this book 356,200 ring rats banged by Bret Hart out of a possible 447,243.
Other recommended wrestling biographies:
Have a Nice Day by Mick Foley
Foley is Good by Mick Foley
Walking a Golden Mile by William Regal
Controversy Creates Cash by Eric Bischoff
A Lion’s Tale by Chris Jericho
on January 1st, 2008 at 12:12 am #
NEW YEAR’S EVE: THE EVENT
HAPPY NEW YEAR hooraayayyyyyy blaaarhghhghhgghhh
on January 1st, 2008 at 5:18 am #
woops time to go to work
on January 1st, 2008 at 11:05 am #
At the party we went to last night, I offered a Japanese guy a snort of my Goldschlagger, but he chugged the whole thing. After we put him into the rescue position (lifeguard training doesn’t leave you) a few hours later we found him with a little glittery puddle of puke next to him. True story. Three cheers for Lindsay and Hawkeye, who hadn’t even gotten this drunk at Halloween.
on January 1st, 2008 at 11:59 am #
Goldschlagger is the first shot I ever did… did it underage at a bar in texas for a job interview… hehe
fond memories of the gold sparkly puke…
on January 4th, 2008 at 8:26 am #
I tried to add Ryota on facebook the next day, but he still hasn’t added me. I wonder if he harbors bitterness towards me?