That would have been ideal. Hart, who was expecting other wrestlers to eventually run in to end the match, did not submit to Michaels and was perplexed when he heard the bell. The surprise finish was orchestrated by McMahon to ensure Hart dropped the title before leaving for a rival promotion. Hart would soon leave for an ill-fated run in World Championship Wrestling.
Calgary wrestling legend Bret Hart says he has prostate cancer
WWE, meanwhile, suddenly found itself with a heel boss plotline that it played to the hilt for years. The unexpected blast of realism from the Montreal Screwjob sent shockwaves through the theatrical world of sports entertainment. Hart, now 60 and a grandfather, is enjoying life away from the business in Calgary.
Hart has battled some health issues since his glory days in the ring. He suffered a concussion in that essentially ended his wrestling career and had a stroke in He was diagnosed with prostate cancer two years ago, underwent a prosectomy, and is now cancer-free. His older brother, Smith Hart, also received a prostate cancer diagnosis around the same time. Smith died last July at age Do your wife, your kids, your family a favour. Just go and get the blood work done.
In addition to his work as a Movember Foundation ambassador, Hart is getting notes together for a second book he plans to write over the next couple years. The Hitman won numerous championships over his career and participated in some all-time classic matches along the way. Those were my initial goals. I had a great fanbase across the country and around the world.
In a recent wide-ranging chat, Hart was at times reflective and occasionally vitriolic. He brought up that the 20th anniversary of the Montreal Screwjob had arrived, and it was clear some things still chafe at him. When Hart returned to the showers after the match with Michaels, McMahon eventually made his way to the locker-room. Then the Grim Reaper of wrestling took my youngest brother, Owen, and that was the blackest day. Hell, even Hawk. One more for the list. And surely not the last. I reached into my breast pocket and took out my notes, carefully unfolding them on the slippery, polished surface of the oak podium.
I surveyed the crowd, my gaze stopping at the young apprentices, Chris Benoit, Edge and Storm, who looked back at me with respectful anticipation. And then the sight of old Killer Kowalski, in his good suit, transported me back four decades, to before Owen was even born.
I am a survivor with a story to tell. All the public knows is what is packaged and sold to them by the industry. With this book, which is based on the audio diary I kept through all my years in wrestling, starting in my early twenties, I want to put you in my shoes so you can experience what pro wrestling was like in my era, through my eyes.
Not here. Wrestling was never my dream, and all too often it was my nightmare.
Yet ingrained in me from birth was the instinct to defend it like a religion. For as long as I can remember, my world has been filled with liars and bullshitters, losers and con men.
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To me there is something beautiful about a brotherhood of big, tough men who only pretend to hurt one another for a living instead of actually doing it. I came to appreciate that there is an art to it. In contrast to my father, who loved to proudly tell people who the real tough guys, or shooters, of his generation were, I can just as proudly tell you who the great workers, or pretenders, of my generation were. Some have labelled me as arrogant, and others say I lacked charisma.
People from all walks of life, from New York to Nuremberg, from Calgary to Kyoto, have told me that I inspired them in some way and that I represented everything that was decent about pro wrestling, the way it used to be, when there was still honour in it.
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It seems like all the world loves an honest battler. I worked hard to bring out the best in my opponents. I took it as a challenge to have a good match with anybody. I refused to lose to a fellow wrestler only once in my career, and that was because he refused to do the same for me and others. The public record is filled with false impressions of me from those who think they know me.
Sadly, that includes some members of my own family. The truth is, my family knows very little about me.
As a child I was drawn to my sweet mother and intimidated by my gruff father. Stu had a temper so fierce that some would consider his corporal punishment child abuse. Too many times I limped around bruised and battered, my eyeballs red and ruptured because of his discipline. On more than a few occasions I thought I was going to die before he was done with me. At an early age I began to call one of them Stu, and I was terrified of him. Dad was the father I loved. Looking back I can see that he was hardest on the ones he thought had the most potential.
He instilled in me a tenacious drive to succeed by implanting in me his own strong fear of failure. For most of my youth, he teetered on the brink of bankruptcy while I feared becoming the first Hart kid to fail a grade in school. My empathy with his fear connected us. Like my father, I developed at least a couple of alter egos.
At home I kept to myself and generally did whatever my older brothers told me to do; it was just easier that way. At school I was shy, but the fights were real. All the Hart kids were bullied for wearing hand-me-downs, and I was always scrapping to defend the family honour. Later on in life I was one guy on the road, another at home and yet another in the ring. Which one is truly me? They all are. I was watching my very first wrestling angle. Tex was a handsome, dark-haired cowboy. I loved cowboys, and I was wearing my Roy Rogers holster and six-shooters at that very moment.
Killer Kowalski was an agile, baldheaded brute with an angry scowl on his face. Now Tex lay there quivering, his cowboy boots shaking and kicking. We watched the ambulance attendants load Tex tenderly onto a stretcher, sliding him out and under the bottom rope. Manecker said Tex might be paralyzed. I asked my ten-year-old brother Bruce, my most reliable source of information, what that meant. Bruce stared hard at the television. The audience screamed, and the stretcher-bearers ran for cover. I was terrified. Kowalski really was a damn killer! He remarked on how well Tex was selling it.
Wrestling legend Hart, now 60 and cancer-free, talks life in and out of the ring
That night the Hart brothers stayed up into the wee hours of the morning, talking about the match. Even though it was all so frightening, it was very exciting too! I was relieved to hear my older brother Dean say that my dad was not only the toughest, greatest wrestler of them all, but that he could tie that Killer Kowalski up into knots any time he wanted. Our dad was utterly invincible. I shared a bed with Bruce, who looked after me most of the time back then.
In the distance, I could see the sprawling city of Calgary glinting in the early-morning light and the Bow River winding through the valley.