RIP Hulk
I gotta pretty decent Hulk story, people seem to like.
When I was 4, 5?.. Hulk Hogan was the Champion of World. In my mind, he was the boss of everything, and we did what he said, or he beat us up. The WWE was just a way to find out who was the boss of the world. We were lucky Hulk was a great guy.
I literally thought we had families, schools, hospitals, cars, because it was Hulk Hogan's will, and he wanted us to live like that. I thought the sun went down because Hulk Hogan set the sun settings.
Then it was 1991, Survivor Series.
This old man, with white hair, and a fake belt, puts a chair down and the fucking deadman becomes boss of the world. I couldn't find any respect for Flair after this, till I was nearly 20. It fucked me up. I hated him.
Kids are crying on TV, my younger brother is bawling his eyes out, I'm on the verge of a panic attack- and I suddenly hear this loud belly laughing. My father is holding his stomach, laughing his ass off, having the time of his life.
I'm having this sudden realization, my father is not a good person. He is a bad guy, a leader of a biker gang probably, and is only forced to be a dad because of Hulk Hogan. I think my dad is leaving to join his biker gang, with Taker's permission.
I have vision of waking up and breaking rocks, and building coffins instead of going to school.
It took forever for me to go to sleep that night. I remember waking up that morning, crystal clear to this day.
The sky was fucking purple.
My mom walks in and I'm standing there frozen, wondering why she's not scared, and she's upset I'm not getting dressed for school. She starts dressing me, and I have a vague idea of time zones(because of the Santa trackers on TV during X-mas), and I conclude, Undertaker hasn't shown up yet, he's in China, and its very very important not to act scared. ...On the way to school I start coming to the conclusion, the world champion must lose a lot. It changes. Hulk will be back, but... Taker is coming, soon.
All day in kindergarten, I'm fucking shook. Teachers are asking me if everything is okay at home and shit.
Finally, the teacher asks me to go to another room to get something, and I fucking know Undertaker is waiting in that other room. Waiting for me. But I'm trying to act brave. I go into the other room, run, come back, full of sweat, nearly in tears and my teacher is fucking confused, trying to figure out what happened, and then suddenly in this moment, without telling the teacher, I realize I probably got some things wrong.