Bret Hart appeared on The Ferrall Show this past Friday night, and listener Agahzi Giorgis has sent in the following recap:
Bret said he wouldn’t appear in front of a live WWE crowd again. There is too much emotion that goes into and he just can’t do it. Also says he feels useless as his body can’t handle anything physical anymore.
He thinks he pretty much buried the hatchet with Vince McMahon. If WWE called him, he would appear but it would have to be from his house. When a caller asked if he would do a voiceover for a video game, Bret replied ” All they have to do is call me and pay me.”
A caller asked him to go over the last few moments of the Montreal incident. Bret talks about spitting “an omelette” into Vince’s face. He also mentions how Rick Rude and Bulldog were like school children waiting for him to hit Vince. He said he uppercut Vince and that McMahon fell out arms and legs wide apart on the floor completely out cold. All the while he claims, “Shawn (Michaels) sat in the corner blubbering and crying.”
He wished Brock Lesnar all the best and he thinks Brock will be a very good MMA fighter. He spoke highly of Brock the entire time. He says that Brock vs. Kurt Angle at WrestleMania
was his favorite match since he’s left the business.
A caller recounted Kurt Angle saying Triple H is a huge asshole and asks Bret who, besides Vince and Shawn, are the biggest assholes in his opinion. “Hunter is right up there, they all belong together,” Bret said.
Bret said WWE will always be around because wrestling fans are loyal and will always be there to keep the business around. He thinks that things need to go back to basics. More wrestling and less soap opera.
Bret said he did steroids when they were legal, but stopped once there was a crackdown on them.
Bret’s recent marriage ended because his wife wouldn’t leave Italy. Bret tried to make it work and live there, but he says Italy makes Canada look like Hawaii. It was cold and there was no heat.
Nick was born and raised in Detroit, Michigan, and lived there until the age of 18, when he decided to pack his flack jacket and move to New York City.
