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Flair just left the WWE a few weeks ago and now this episode has aired. I wonder if that's a coincidence or were WWE ready for something?
Man what ever. Do don’t care about ric flair like that but this cancel culture shyt is so played out. This shot was 20 fukking years ago. Everyone involved should have been got over this shyt.
Wrestlers doing wrestler shyt. I swear people only care because these people are famous.
Anybody saw the Coach's tweet?
I can't find it anymore, but he said the flight attendants are lying.
Edit: Found a screenshot - he deleted the tweet
He also insists Vince wasn't on the flight, so everyone else's story is wrong.
He was saying everyone is confusing plane ride from hell with the flight Kurt and Vince were wrestling on.
Ric Flair Cancelled Due To Dark Side Of The Ring Reaction
Looking scary for Naitch, they halting his carshield commercials
WowGHB/Halcion rape has been going on with wrestlers for a LONG time. Brutus Beefcake talking about it is nothing new. I'm guessing a bunch of people have never heard the stories before. Allegedly, rumors have said that Eddie Gilbert and Curt Hennig were doing this in the early 80's as prelim guys and got kicked out of the WWWF because of it. Allegedly, also Duke the Dumpster Droese was doing this as well and JBL cornered him in the shower and pretended he was going to rape him. In Jericho's book (I forgot which one), he talked about covering his beer bottle opening up with his thumb when not drinking so a wrestler didn't "H-bomb" him. And then there is the book by Diana Hart. Anyone ever read the book Under the Mat? It never came out but the book is out there on google.
https://www.google.com/url?sa=t&rct=j&q=&esrc=s&source=web&cd=&cad=rja&uact=8&ved=2ahUKEwiM2K7YrYrzAhUqmGoFHXiJD3oQFnoECAQQAQ&url=https://nanopdf.com/download/under_pdf&usg=AOvVaw1M2RZ2uMny2NWYe42N8IYU
"At the time all I knew was that unusual things were happening to me. I developed really bad hemorrhoids and woke up with my posterior burning and sore. I felt something had happened to me during the night, but couldn't understand what. I thought maybe I was losing my mind. Part of being married is being able to trust the person you are married to. I never dreamed Davey was slipping me this drug in my nightly glass of orange juice in order to violate me. It just never even occurred to me. I shared my symptoms with my sister Ellie. Without batting an eye she sighed, “Yeah Jim used to do the same thing to me." “What!" I swallowed. “What do you mean?" “He'd give me GHB before bed. He told me it was really great for losing weight. And it was. But it knocked me out and he would take advantage of me while I slept. That way he didn't have to please me and he could do whatever he wanted without any resistance." I bit my lip. “After taking the orange juice Davey gives me at night, I'll wake up in my bed and not remember how I got there. Davey tells me not to worry. He says, "I took care of you." I covered my face in my hands. “And sometimes he'll say, “You were really cute last night." And I'll ask him, “What do you mean?" He'll answer, “Oh, you were really cute, you looked really pretty last night," almost as if we'd had incredible sex or something. But I have no idea what the heck he's talking about." I didn't tell Ellie about how puzzled I had been over finding my housecoat belts tied to the top of our four-poster bed.
Davey was insatiable. Sometimes he'd want sex ten times a day or three or four times in a row. I took it as a compliment, but he was a big guy and fairly aggressive and not very willing to do things that
pleased me. Oral sex was rare and unfulfilling because he rushed through it. His idea of foreplay was saying, “Geez you've got great legs, bend over." That was it. He always wanted anal sex, which I found too painful to endure. Finally, I started to figure things out. To substantiate my theory I decided not to drink my orange juice one night. Instead I surreptitiously poured it down the sink. Davey watched me like a hawk all night
with a puzzled look as if to say, "Hmm, what's happening here?" After a couple of hours he brought me another glass of orange juice. I pretended to be grateful for his attentiveness, but when he turned his back
I got rid of that one too. I still had to be careful because he would slip it into my coffee or pretty well anything I was drinking. He was at the point where the only way he wanted to be with me was if I were unconscious. I guess in a really weird up way, I felt flattered that he desired me. I rationalized that he still loved me. What a screwed up relationship.
And wrestling fans should take responsibility as well for going along with his antics and cheering him all these years in spite of it. It’s not all on Vince. The stances about this situation are hilarious and hypocritical when all of this information has been open knowledge over the years, yet people still hyped Ric up and his antics.