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Published on July 11th, 2015 | by Pro Wrestling Stories

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RIBS AND PRACTICAL JOKES

The Lighter Side of Life on the Road as a Professional Wrestler

Owen Hart - considered to be amongst the greatest ribbers of all time

Owen Hart – one of wrestling’s greatest ribbers of all time

With much time on the road away from their families, many wrestlers pull ribs (practical jokes) on one another to lift the mood amongst the guys. This has played a big part of the culture of being a wrestler. These stories capture the interest of fans as they show a side of wrestlers that you otherwise would never see on camera.

Here is a compilation of some of the best stories. Sit back, relax and enjoy the laughs!


Christian pulls the deaf fan rib on Chris Jericho

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“Back when I was in the Independents, I had this manager in Detroit who was deaf. And basically, if someone who is deaf wants to call you on the phone, they call this other person first and they type in what they want to say. This other person then reads what is typed word for word almost like a translator. They have to say the words exactly like it is written to them, no matter what it says. So back in the day, this manager used to rib me all the time and he’d call me throughout the week with his deaf telephone interpreter and he would say these really rude things. He’d use language not befitting a woman, and this poor woman operator would have to say it to me word for word. I’d have to respond, and I would just be so embarrassed listening to this woman that I’d just give one-word answers. Yes. No. Maybe. That’s all I’d ever say because all I wanted to do was get off the phone as soon as possible. It was so embarrassing, and this manager just got a big kick out of it because he knew how uncomfortable it made me.

Don’t ever fall asleep first. If I had one piece of advice for future wrestlers traveling in groups, that would be it.

Anyway, out of the blue years later, I get a call and it’s the same sort of thing happening. I figured out right away that someone was trying to pull a rib on me, so I hung up and I immediately looked up the area code where this number came from. The number was a Minnesota area code, so I scrolled through my phone and looked to see who I knew from Minnesota. There was only one wrestler…Daivari. So I called him up and said, “Why are you trying to rib me, kid? You’re just a rookie here.” All of a sudden he got so quiet, so I told him, “Hey, you didn’t answer my question.”

He started apologizing, but I told him it was all right. All I wanted to know is if he told anyone what he was up to. When he told me no, I asked him to help me rib Chris Jericho.

So for months and months, Chris was with his group Fozzy, and we pretended we were a deaf fan of him and his music from England named Gertrude and we’d contact him using this same deaf translating service. We said that we got his number, and even though we attended all his concerts and we couldn’t hear him actually sing, we just knew that he had a beautiful voice and we could tell that he was singing to me. We even went so far as to have Gertrude say that she told her mom about him and her mom told her it might be a long shot, but that she should go after him and try to make the relationship work. What’s funny is, Chris would come up to me and tell me what she’d said during the call and he’d ask me if I knew anything about this. He’d tell me how he had this crazy fan who loves his music and loves his words but she’s deaf. He was really starting to get freaked out. And then any time we’d head to England, we’d really crank up the calls. We’d hide around the corner and watch him answer his phone. He’d talk for a second, hang up his phone, and then we’d see him sitting there just shaking his head. So we’d call back and we’d see him look at the caller ID and he wouldn’t want to answer it, he’d just put the phone away and pretend it wasn’t ringing.

We actually had this going on for months until we finally let the cat out of the bag and told him it was us. He got a pretty good laugh out of it. The funniest moment was probably when we called him and told him that Gertrude was going to his concert and that after the show she was going to head to the hotel so they could finally meet and talk about things, talk about their future together. You’d see him walking through the lobby of our hotel and he’d be looking side to side as he hurried to the elevator. The look on his face was too funny. I think he was really scared this deaf stalker was going to jump out at him from the elevator or something.”

Jericho’s version of events:

“When Christian was off one time for an injury, for some reason I got this e-mail about celebrity phone calls. It was this service where you could get various celebrities to call you on your birthday or for a special occasion or whatever it was. And one of the names on the list was this guy named Lash LeRoux. He was listed as a “WCW Wrestling Superstar”…he was in WCW for like five minutes and he had this really bad Cajun gimmick that always made Christian and me laugh. He’d talk like he was “Cay-jon,” the “Cay-jon” man. So I signed up for the celebrity birthday call, and you could choose the celebrity you wanted, and these celebrities were like Frank Stallone, Todd Bridges, Urkel, and Lash LeRoux. So I signed up for Lash LeRoux, and in the e-mail, you could type in the message you wanted to send. So I wrote: “To little Jason Reso [Christian’s real name], I hear you’re not feeling good. Keep your head up, buddy. We’re all pulling for you, little trouper.” So Jay was at home and he got the call: “Hey, this is Lash LeRoux!” Jay was like, “Yeah!?” And Lash went through the message, like, “Hey little buddy, hope your knee feels better soon,” then he hangs up after like fifteen seconds. That was Christian’s celebrity call, and that was the reason he wanted to get his revenge with the deaf fan/stalker. It’s because I got him first with the Lash LeRoux celebrity birthday call. That’s what started it all off.

But the thing about the deaf calls, he had the woman sounding like a complete psycho. He was having her say Fatal Attraction-type stuff, about how we were meant to be together, and I just keep getting these calls every couple of weeks that would just get progressively crazier and crazier and crazier. And the one I remember the most is the time I was on a bus in England. Christian was on a different bus, but they had pulled up next to each other, so he was watching my reaction when his deaf stalker was saying things like, “Just because I’m three hundred and fifty pounds doesn’t mean I’m not beautiful.” And what’s funny is, I didn’t even know you could do this. The operator literally has to say whatever the message is, so the operator is saying everything so stoically, but what he’s saying is things like, “I’m going to come to your room and bury this knife in your chest if you don’t want to have sex with me.” It was crazy. And this one time when we were sitting on the bus, he could see me through the window being like, “What the hell is going on?” It was insane.”


X-Pac on international shit-smuggler, Sable

Sable gets an unforgettable parting gift from X-Pac

Sable receives a ‘gift’ from X-Pac

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“Sean Waltman, also known as X-Pac, was one of the best pranksters in wrestling. At one point, X-Pac revealed that Sable was very disliked, stating that she was one of the most unpopular Superstars backstage in wrestling history. This was due to the fact that Sable took credit as being the reason RAW would get such high ratings. During her final show in Wembley Stadium, along with Marc Mero, wrestlers backstage decided to make the two leave with a parting gift. An undisclosed wrestler would let out their “waste” in a cup and just seconds before his music hit against Shane McMahon, X-Pac put it in Sables’ traveling bag.

Sable would travel all the way back home across the Atlantic past customs before finding the “gift”. Upon hearing about how Sable was considering doing a DNA sample on the waste, X-Pac burst into laughter thinking of that scenario.”

Hear what X-Pac had to say about this story on the Steve Austin Show podcast


Mark Henry eats a shit sandwich

A sandwich Mark Henry will never forget [Photo courtesy of Whatculture]

A sandwich Mark Henry will never forget [Photo courtesy of Whatculture]

“Once again, another story involving X-Pac and “waste.” Mark Henry was known as being very unpopular amongst other wrestlers in the locker room, back in his earlier days. The biggest inspiration to the prank began when a wrestler jokingly hid Henry’s crutches, and instead of laughing it off, Mark threatened some wrestlers – big mistake. While Henry left the lunch table, X-Pac decided to leave a little gift in Mark’s sandwich. Witnesses claim Henry actually bit into the sandwich, without even noticing the “waste” inside of it. Henry immediately ran to the bathroom and vomited, and once he came back, his crutches were gone, once again. Before Henry would have the time to go crazy and scream at the wrestlers, Owen Hart told him Vince needed to see him immediately. Poor Henry began his journey across the entire arena with a banged up leg, only to find out that McMahon had not been there all day. Talk about a tough day at the office.”


Kevin Nash on 1-2-3 Kid (X-Pac) getting his eyebrows shaved by ‘Mr. Perfect’ Curt Hennig

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The time 1-2-3 Kid (X-Pac) got his eyebrow shaved

“Pac did that angle when he was the 1-2-3 Kid. It was his 21st birthday, Kid’s, Hennig and the Smoking Gunns took him out, Bart and Billy Gunn. The next day he shows up at TV and he’s missing an eyebrow. They got him all fucked up and shaved his eyebrow. Now Kid makes the decision to shave both his eyebrows. So he gets to TV and lo and behold, they’re going to shoot his 8×10. So that son of a bitch on his 8×10 has got no eyebrows. Back then there wasn’t no money in the WWF so I think that photo followed him for about two years.

The funniest thing was he knew it was either the Smoking Gunns or Curt [Hennig, ‘Mr. Perfect’]. And because him and Curt were buddies for many [years], he made the calculation that it had to be the Smoking Gunns. We’re in El Paso, and I look over and see Kid’s over there and he’s got super glue and he’s putting it around the brim of the cowboy’s hats. I’m like what the fuck. The Kid’s like a buck 70, Billy and Bart are two big ol’ raw bone dudes. That’s one thing people don’t realize. Until you shake hands with Billy Gunn, look him in the eyes, you have no idea how big that dude is. That’s a grown man. Bart was the same way.

We go to the curtain, Smoking Gunns, they put their hats on, they go out there, shoot the pistols and go to pull off their hats and the shit’s glued to their hair. I about pissed myself. We looked down at Kid, he was standing there, he watched it, he turned, looked at us and smacked his hands together like fuck you, job well done. We said, “Dude, you’re going to need some protection. You need to get in our car.” He jumped in [with the Kliq] on that day there. I want this mother fucker in our car.

The thing was, that mother fucker could go. He’s been going since he was 17, you know, so he was a working mother fucker. He was another one of the people that loved to talk the business.”


‘Mr Perfect’ Curt Hennig leaves a little something under the ring with Ultimate Warrior

Mr. Perfect pulls a fast one on Ultimate Warrior

Mr. Perfect pulls a fast one on Ultimate Warrior [Photo courtesy of WWE]

Mr. Perfect, another wrestler known for his backstage antics, once filled a bucket full of feces and left it under the ring. This was significant as Warrior had to spend over three hours under there with it before he made a surprise appearance where he would enter from under the ring.

It was pretty obvious that Warrior was very unpopular in the WWE locker room back in the day and there must have been a number of superstars laughing their asses off for the entire three hours Warrior was down there next to the bucket of shit.


 Randy Orton on the tanning bed prank on Cody Rhodes

Cody Rhodes forgot to lock the tanning bed door!

“We were in Alabama at a tanning salon and there were six of us: Evan Bourne, me, Santino, Chris Masters, Cody Rhodes, and Ted DiBiase. Cody was the last one in the tanning bed, and it’s a common prank amongst us that if you leave the tanning bed door open while you’re tanning, we’ll go in there and steal your clothes. So it all started off with me finding out what room Cody was in, sneaking up, trying the door, and finding out the door was unlocked. Next thing you know, I’m in his room and I steal all of his clothes. Everyone is laughing outside, but I decide, “Let’s take this a step farther.” So I went back inside his room, and of course, he’s tanning, so he’s got a towel over his face and he has no idea what’s going on. So I take my foot and open the door, and there is Cody Rhodes with only a towel over his face and he’s, let’s just say, standing at attention. A picture was taken but we had to delete it so Cody would stop complaining. It probably was the most embarrassing moment of his life.”


Ahmed Johnson on pranksters Owen Hart and Davey Boy Smith (British Bulldog)

Ahmed Johnson shares

British Bulldog and Ahmed Johnson lock up in a smelly arm wrestling affair on live television

The early entrance music rib:

Johnson tells a story of being in the middle of a dark match when his entrance music played early. Ahmed took that as a cue to “go home” so he did. Backstage, Mike Rotunda (IRS) was the agent for the match and flipped out because the match ended early. Moments later, they saw Owen and Davey walk out of the sound truck and Rotunda threatened to call Vince as Owen and Davey blamed each other for what happened.

The Jay Leno Show rib:

Ahmed Johnson was at his first WrestleMania (WM XII) and was in his room when he got a call from someone at the Jay Leno show asking for him to be a guest. Ahmed said he spent $4,000 on a suit and bought a chain, stating he was “pimped out from head-to-toe.” He was waiting outside for the limo that was supposed to be there at 8pm. Davey walked out and asked him where he was going and when Davey found out, he was mad that Ahmed got that opportunity and he hadn’t, despite being with the company longer.

It’s long past 8, and Owen inquires to Ahmed, “I thought your limo coming at 8?” Ahmed says it is, but it must be late… then Ahmed realizes that he never told them what time his limo was to arrive. Ahmed then realized that he was pranked by Owen, who pretended to be from Leno’s show. Ahmed said that Owen and Davey were hysterically laughing and that Bret almost fell into the bushes because he was laughing so hard.

The stink bomb on hand rib:

When Ahmed was doing arm wrestling matches against Davey, he was supposed to meet his future wife’s parents before the show. Ahmed saw Owen and Davey and figured they were up to no good. Well, it turns out Davey had broken a stink bomb on his hand and locked up with Ahmed, who couldn’t do anything about it because they were on live TV. Ahmed said it smelled like dog shit and when he went to meet his wife’s parents, he smelt awful.

Turning up the heat on shit rib:

Ahmed said that Owen and Davey would get a key to your hotel room and shit in your toilet then turn up the heat so the room would reek. Ahmed then said that Bret told him Owen would only rib people that he liked.


‘The Coach’ Jonathan Coachman talks about a great prank Vince McMahon pulled on him

Vince McMahon pulls a fast one on Jonathan Coachman

Vince McMahon pulls a fast one on Jonathan Coachman

“Jerry Brisco came up to me in 2001 in Fayetteville, North Carolina, and he said he wanted me to run a football pool. $10 to pick all the games and everybody did it. And I started on a Tuesday, it was a Smackdown taping, I’ll never forget it.

I had my own room I did interviews in, and all the sudden two cops show up. They were very serious and said I understand you’re running a gambling pool. You sold one to one of our undercover cops here. It’s a felony in North Carolina and we’re going to have to take you in.

So we’re walking down the hallway, and we stop in front of Vince’s office, and they said we should probably let him know because you’re not going to be here for a while. We walk in and it’s Vince, Triple H, Stephanie, The Rock, Kevin Dunn and Jerry Brisco. I should have known that, with Jerry in the room, something was going on, but I was so terrified because I was 26 years old. The real cops proceeded to tell Vince they’ve caught me in a gambling pool and we need to take him downtown. Vince got in my face, and he was an inch away from my nose. He was cursing, telling me my priorities were bad, and spending company time to run a gambling pool. This entire riff lasted 45 minutes. At the end of the office bit, the officer said it was $1,500 to get me out, and Vince said F-no, he’s on his own. They handcuffed me, and I asked if there was anything I could put over my face. Vince threw me a pair of sweaty gym shorts that got stuck on my face.

I walked out of the office and the first person I see is The Undertaker. He looks at me with shock, and it was so real because no one else was in on it except those people in the office. They walked me out, and all the fans could see me and they drove me about a mile down the road, and got a call on the radio that they had to come back to pick up something. They turn around, come back, and everyone’s there with Vince in front of everybody laughing their asses off. Greatest rib in the history of the business, and for about 10 minutes I literally walked to a place in the building and started crying. I thought my career was over. I thought how can I tell my dad I got fired over a $10 football pool?”


DAVEY-BOY SMITH pulls a rib on LEX LUGER

Davey Boy Smith shares a hilarious story of a time he ribbed Lex Luger

Davey Boy Smith shares a hilarious story of a time he ribbed Lex Luger

“We were in Virginia and there were some plain clothes police officers there and I had a water gun.

I was shooting water at them secretly and they were getting really mad. They approached me and asked who was doing it.
I said, ‘Lex Luger.’
They said, ‘We would like to get him.’
I told them that he’s driving the car tonight back to the hotel, why don’t you try to follow us?

Lex is notorious for driving through stop signs and red lights.

That night he was driving real good, so I yanked the wheel out of his hands and he was like, ‘What are you doing??’ The police then sped up behind us in a ghost car.
I told Lex it was Shawn Michaels and he was trying to race us.

So he drove faster.

Now the police were getting really mad. The cops put a light on the roof and Lex says, ‘Davey, it’s the police!’ It was me and Lex in the front and Owen Hart in the back.
The police pulled us over.

After taking his license and registration, the police walked back toward their car. I yelled out after him: ‘Blow it out your ass!’

The cop turned around, immediately, walked back to our car, and told Lex to get out of the car. Lex said, ‘It wasn’t me! It wasn’t me..!’
The officer looked in the back seat and asked Owen, ‘Who said it?’
Owen points and says, ‘It was Lex.’

The police officer takes Lex out of the car, spreads his arms and legs, and pats him down. Then he says, ‘HE’S GOT A GUN!’

I had put the water pistol in Lex’s sweat pants and he didn’t know it.

I go to get out of the car to tell the police that the rib has gone far enough and then Lex says, ‘Please, Davey, get back in the car – you are making things worse!’

This wasn’t far from the arena, and there were a bunch of wrestling fans watching.

Even Vince McMahon in his limo saw it all going down…”


Shelton Benjamin on ribbing gas station cashiers with Rey Mysterio

Rey Mysterio and Shelton Benjamin on hijinks on the road

Rey Mysterio and Shelton Benjamin on hijinks on the road

“When I first got on the road with the Smackdown! crew, there were a lot of us traveling together. I was in a group with Charlie Haas, Rikishi, Rey Mysterio, and a few other guys…all together, there would be about ten of us. We would rent a few SUVs or minivans and follow each other around from town to town. But what Rey and I would do, we’d stop for gas and walk into a convenience store. Obviously, no one would know who we are because a lot of people don’t recognize Rey without the mask, and at the time I was so new, I could pretty much walk around unnoticed. But me and Rey would always do this thing where, right in front of the cashier, we’d bump into each other like we were going to fight. Like, “Hey man, watch where you’re going!” “No, you watch where you’re going!” We would get to the point where we’d be real loud and animated, and we did it just to get a rise out of the cashiers. The cashier would always be like, “Please, guys, calm down. Please don’t fight in here. Just calm down.” We’ve done it so many times, and I swear, it’s the funniest thing ever when these cashiers think a fight is about to break out in their store.

The best was one time, Rey said something and I was like, “Fine, we’ll see…I’ll get you!” So I walk out of the store and hop in the van we rented. Then when Rey walked out the front door, we sped the van in front of the store, slammed on the brakes, threw the door open, and snatched Rey into the van before speeding off. We looked back and the cashier was freaking out like you couldn’t believe. He thought we just kidnapped one of his customers. I don’t know if he ever called the cops or what. All I know is it was funny as hell.”


Mick Foley shares a hilarious story of ribbing Diamond Dallas Page with Steve Austin

 

DDP, not a fan of finding cookies in his bed

DDP, not a fan of finding cookies in his bed

“[This] story occurred somewhere in the Carolinas in the middle of 1993. I was traveling with DDP and Stunning (not quite Stone Cold yet) Steve Austin, and we were in the second day of a week-long loop. Now, you’ve got to understand, despite all the cartoonish characteristics, Dallas was a very intense individual, so intense in fact that he used to ask us to videotape his match every night. He’d then study those damn things for hours, looking to improve in any way he could. Often, Steve and I would goof on Page by supplying color commentary during the matches. Dallas jokes now that he could get a fortune for these homemade videos with Stone Cold and Mankind making the calls.

Because of his intensity, Dallas was easy to rile up on a road trip. On the first day of this particular trip, Steve and I made a little bet. “How quick do you think we can crack Page?” I asked, looking forward to this somewhat cruel pleasure.

“Three days,” replied Austin, looking forward to the challenge. Three was good, but I had just a little bit more faith. “We can crack him in two days,” I stated solemnly, giving Austin my best Jack Lord “Book him, Danna” look. The race was on.

The first day started with a quality shot. Austin fired it. “My wife wanted me to pick up a couple of antiques on this trip,” Steve innocently said.

“What did you tell her?” Page responded.

“I told her I’d already picked up DDP at the airport,” Austin said, laughing. Man, an age joke, an especially sensitive subject for the man who claimed he’d never had a bad day in his life. The verbal blow was a good one, but the aging Page shrugged it off.

By day two, however, he wasn’t shrugging anything off-he was downright cranky. We checked into a hotel after the evening’s show, and a still sweaty Dallas was looking forward to a hot shower. He stormed out of the bathroom angered that no towels had been left for us. He called immediately and demanded that housekeeping bring some on the double. The towels arrived while DDP was down the hall, getting ice for his many nagging injuries-the guy strapped so many ice packs to his body that I often suggested he just buy a huge cooler and just lie in it. Steve and I looked at each other-Page was on the verge of cracking-we couldn’t let up now. Thinking quickly, Austin hid all the towels except two under a bed. When Page inquired about the status of the towels, I informed him that the towels had indeed come, and that housekeeping had left them in the bathroom. No sooner had Page walked into the john than he came storming out. “This is what they brought us,” he screamed, holding aloft one hand towel and a washcloth for Steve and me to see. “Goddammit, I’m going to get them myself.”

The moment Page walked out, Steve reached under the bed and pulled out about eight plush bath towels that he placed directly on the TV so that it would be the first thing Page saw upon his reentry to the room. “What a maroon,” I said in my best Bugs Bunny impression. “He’s just about done.”

Dallas finally did take his shower, and he emerged from the bathroom in typical fashion: buck naked except for an ice pack on his shoulder and Saran wrap around his knees (that he claimed kept the joints loose). He then began his presleep ritual that included thumbtacking the blinds to the wall, so as not to allow even the faintest ray of sunshine into the room in the morning. I found the whole nude thing a little uncomfortable, to tell you the truth. Usually, the only guys who walked around naked were the midgets, who seemed proud of what some people call “God’s practical joke,” and guys like Scorpio, who was kind of like a genitalactic freak of nature. DDP was more or less a normal white guy. Hey, I’m no peeker checker, but with Page’s protruding peter bouncing around, it was hard not to notice. The guy’s penis was everywhere.

Poor Page turned the lights off and settled into his bed for a long comfortable nap. Little did he know that his evening wasn’t quite over. Earlier, a fan had given us a whole batch of chocolate chip cookies that she had baked. While Dallas showered, Steve and I had dumped approximately thirty-six soft chewy beauties between the sheets of DDP’s bed, and now as he lay there I could tell that those delicious tollhouses were starting to take effect. It started with a little wriggle, and them grew to the point where he knew something was wrong.

“What, what, what’s this,” Dallas said, to no one in particular. Steve and I remained silent. Suddenly, it hit him.

“There’s fucking cookies in my bed,” he yelled. “Someone put fucking cookies in my bed.”

Silence. Dallas was now screaming at the top of his lungs. “I want to know who put fucking cookies in my bed, right now!”

I soon gave myself away. I was laughing so hard under my covers that I couldn’t help myself. By holding in this laugh, my stomach was rising up and down rapidly, and Dallas detected the quick in-and-out breathing from my nostrils.

“You,” he yelled and jumped from his bed, turning on the light and throwing back the covers to reveal a plethora of crumbs, chunks, and chips that a helpful fan had hoped would be eaten by three of her favorite sports-entertainers. Instead, in an ironic twist, her baking bid had backfired! Instead of being eaten, these innocent cookies had eaten up the livid Page, who was now hell-bent on vengeance. Dallas lunged for me and threw back my sheets-unlike the naked Page, I was attired in Fruit of the Looms. He then gathered as many of the broken pieces as he could carry and threw them on top of me. It wasn’t enough; he wanted to make sure the cookies would torture me and ruin my sleep, the way that I had ruined his. He sat on me and began jumping, trying to grind the offending cookies into my body, as I listened to the strange symphony of bouncing bed springs and crackling Saran wrap.

“There,” he yelled, “how do you like it, how do you like fucking cookies in your bed!” He waited for my reply.

“Well,” I started, “it’s not the cookies that I mind, it’s the fact that you’re rubbing your naked ass all over me.”

DDP got up slowly. He was a defeated man. He went back to his bed and swept away the remaining cookie parts. He turned off the light and lay back down. After about a minute, he spoke. Quietly. Sadly. “Guys,” he began, “I think I’m going to get my own room tomorrow.”


OWEN HART – King of Ribs

Owen Hart 'King of Ribs'

Owen Hart ‘King of Ribs’


“Owen was the type of guy who’d give a cop the finger just to get you pulled over.”
– Al Snow

Steve Blackman and the Blue Blazer mask

“On the night he died, and for several weeks previous to that, Owen competed under a mask as the Blue Blazer. The storyline was that Owen claimed that he wasn’t the Blazer, although it was obvious that he was. During that time, Owen often traveled with Steve Blackman. According to Al Snow, Owen would often get lost on purpose so that he could have Blackman put on the Blue Blazer mask and ask directions (because people weren’t supposed to know that Owen was the Blazer)!”


Gangrel’s ‘lost’ watch

“Back when I was in the Brood, we were wrestling in Philadelphia one time, and when we got back to the locker room, Gangrel couldn’t find his watch. He said he’d left it right on his bag. As he was looking for it, Owen came up to him and asked what time it was. Gangrel said he didn’t know, because he had lost his watch. A couple of months later, we were in Philadelphia again, and Gangrel got back to the locker room after his match, only to find his watch on his bag, just as he’d left it months before. And just like the last time, Owen came up to him and asked what time it was.” – Christian


Edge on Owen’s clobbering, hidden foreign object

Edge recalls a match in Germany when Owen used a very interesting object to clobber his opponents. “He kept hitting us with something, and then putting it in his armpit to hide it,” Edge said. “And when the ref made him lift his arm, a napkin floated out, and everyone saw that he has been attacking us with a napkin.”

See this match below:


Owen and the Sardines Camel Clutch

Bret Hart shares a story on the Steve Austin show of the time when he was having a match with brother Owen. Owen had hidden some sardines in one of the turnbuckles before the card. During the match, Owen stuffed the sardines in Bret’s mouth, and held Bret’s mouth shut in a Camel Clutch so he couldn’t spit them out. Bret had no choice but to swallow it down.


Owen ribs Oscar from Men on a Mission

Between matches, Owen occupied himself with orchestrating ribs in the dressing room. One of his latest victims was Oscar, the fat rapper manager of a new black tag team called Men on a Mission, or M.O.M.

Three-hundred-pound Mo was cool and mellow with a dyed-white buzz cut and carried the team. Mabel was a 450-pound mass with a white mohawk, who didn’t do much but stand there in hideous, baggy purple silk pants. But their gimmick capitalized on the new rap sound, and when Oscar came out shouting on the live mic, “Get your hands up in the air!” he really pumped up the crowd. Owen egged on The 1-2-3 Kid until he tried to seize the heavy, out-of-shape Oscar in close quarters. Kid expected to manhandle Oscar and jumped right on his back, but Oscar panicked, charging back and forth into the walls and knocking Kid silly!


Owen and Bulldog introduce Michael Cole to the business

Michael Cole will most certainly never forget his first ever interview with the WWE. During a live event, Cole waited nervously as he was about to interview Owen Hart. Cole recalls being so nervous and so shaky, minutes before the live interview took place. Just before the interview went live, Owen and the British Bulldog decided to pull a little joke on the new employee. The two proceeded to pour a liter of coke down the tuxedo pants of Michael Cole, just before the interview went live. Not having any time to react, Cole conducted the interview as if nothing happened, despite having a liter of coke down his pants. Certainly a moment Michael Cole will never forget.


Harley Race gets his comeuppance on Owen

Harley Race gets his comeuppance on Owen

Finally, someone got The King of Harts back.

Owen initially pranked Race by replacing a bottle of BBQ sauce with a bottle of the hottest of hot sauce at one of Harley’s infamous barbecues.

In reprisal, King Harley probably went a step too far when he tasered Hart backstage at a subsequent Raw.

It was obviously meant to be the classic handshake prank where the prankster has a buzzer concealed in his palm to give his victim a small shock, but instead of a buzzer Race had a taser of sorts.

Owen dropped to the floor and was knocked unconscious. Thankfully, this didn’t stop Owen on his quest to become the greatest prankster in the history of the business.

SOURCE: /r/SquaredCircle, officialfan.proboards.com, wrestlezone, Highspots Shoot Interview with Ahmed Johnson (2006), backsportspage.com (Coachman), WrestlingObserver, ‘Wrestling’s Glory Days’ facebook page, Mick Foley’s autobiography Have A Nice Day: A Tale of Blood and Sweatsocks’, Bret Hart’s autobiography Hitman: My Real Life in the Cartoon World of Wrestling’, therichest, whatculture

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