All language subtitles for Three Faces Of Foley (ซับไทย) (1998)

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I'm going to go on record, and I'm not just saying this to get brownie points, although

there certainly is nothing bad with kissing a little butt, and it will certainly advance

your career.

You guys might want to take notice of that, but Jim Ross has really been instrumental

in a couple of the moves I've made.

He was instrumental in bringing me to WCW, ever heard of them, the little group down

there?

Yeah.

He brought me there and was instrumental in bringing me to the WWF.

He was a believer in Mick Foley for whatever reasons, and he spoke to me and said the production

people were going to do a series of interviews with mankind, not to make me a good guy or

a bad guy, but just so people could better understand this guy and why he pulled out

his hair and why he was a little strange and why he wore a stupid mask to begin with.

It was different.

I got there, and I don't think at the point I did those that Mr. McMahon was actually

a big fan of mankind, and I think when they were done, he was.

I remember him, we took a little break, and he said, this is outstanding, phenomenal,

outstanding, unbelievable, something like that, and I felt, man, if Vince McMahon, who's

been doing this his whole life, is taking in with these interviews, there must be something

special to them.

I was probably the most armed I ever was as mankind.

They wanted me to take the mask off and speak to you like I'm speaking to you guys.

I'm going to be mankind.

I want people to know how mankind feels.

Deranged.

That's the word most often used to describe mankind.

The path of carnage he has carved through the World Wrestling Federation has made mankind

one of the most feared and hated superstars in the WWF.

What makes a man love pain so much that he willingly mutilates his own body?

Mick Foley wasn't like the other boys.

He embraced physical pain as friend and companion.

I was eight years old at Minnesota Elementary School playing a game of kill the guy with

the ball, which may even be an Olympic sport these days.

And in chasing one of the other students, I made a leap for his legs and the back of

his foot kicked me in the lip.

And I didn't know what happened.

I knew it hurt, Jimmy.

I knew it hurt bad, but all of a sudden people started looking at me in a different way like

there was something wrong with me.

I looked down at my Chicago Bears back in the days when they were two and twelve in

the waning days of Dick Butkus, and my Chicago Bears white sweatshirt suddenly turned red.

And children were running from me, scared.

I was bleeding.

I was in pain.

And I was loving it because I felt like I'd finally found something in my life that I

could do better than everybody else, handle pain.

Someone said, oh, that's just vampire blood, and then saw the open wound from which the

blood was flowing.

I've still got that shirt, Jimmy, and I remember thinking, wouldn't it be nice if I could do

something in my life where I could do this all the time?

Get that attention every night.

Stockbrokers can't do it.

Teachers can't do it.

The President of the United States can't bleed for a living, but pro wrestlers can.

It's the first time that I realized that I had a calling in my life, and I followed it

right down the line.

That's all I wanted to do.

My brother and I watched them all, Chief Jay Strongbow, Bruno Sammartino, the Valiant brothers.

That's what we wanted to be.

Then I broke his nose by backdroping him into his bedroom wall, and mom said, no more wrestling.

But she didn't say no more dreaming.

Well Mick Foley continued to pursue his dream, but he paid a heavy price.

The emotional scars of a strange childhood are still evident.

You know, I'm going to tell my son, when he gets to be 15, not to be the guy who eats

strange things.

I never exactly brought it upon myself.

Other people in their cliques, for lack of a better word, they would gang up on me because

I was different, because I acted different, looked different.

They were throwing worms at me, Jimmy, little wriggly worms they were throwing at me, bending

down an athletic class, doing my hurdler stretch, and there was a bombardment of worms being

thrown at me.

So what do you do to retaliate?

Do you throw the worm back at seven or eight people?

It's not the fact they were hurting me.

They were wounding my pride.

They were looking at me like I was garbage.

So I picked up the largest specimen, Jimmy, and I sucked it down to show them that their

attempts to hurt my pride would not be successful.

I thought, Jimmy, that I'd shown them.

But then sure enough, the story became exaggerated as everything in life dies, and it no longer

became well, Mickey Foley ate one worm because some kids were picking on him.

It became Mickey Foley eats a plate full of worms every day.

Do you think I got many dates after that, Jimmy?

Probably not.

Do you think girls wanted to kiss a boy who had worms on his breath?

I'm a good kisser, but I never got the chance to show it.

What am I going to practice on myself, Jimmy?

I never had the chance to show the world that I could love and could be loved because they

ruled me out because I had a strange appetite for strange things.

I'm not going to say I didn't accept money to eat other strange things, but the fact

is the damage had been done, and I went through my entire high school days without date number

one.

You don't think that scarred my soul?

Well, maybe you're not looking deep enough.

Mickey Foley was searching for a place to belong.

It was 1983, and upstate New York with its endless rolling fields might be a nice place

for a lot of boys, but not when Jimmy Snooker and Don Morocco were in a cage in October

in Madison Square Garden.

That's where I wanted to be.

I didn't want to ride horses along a field.

I didn't want to fish for trout in a stream.

I wanted to be where the blood and guts were, Jimmy.

So I put out my thumb, Jimmy, and it took 16 or 17 hours, but I made my way to the garden.

It took just about all the money I had in the world, but I got a front row seat, and

I saw the move that would change my life, and Jimmy Snooker came off the top of the

cage, and I saw people stand up, and I saw people cheer, and I know I wasn't the only

person whose life was changed in that arena, and I realized, Jimmy, that I wanted to do

the same thing.

I wanted to hear people cheer for me because of some act of bravery that I committed.

I wanted to see people's emotions.

I wanted to see children cry out of love for me and the things I could do inside a ring.

I made a movie when I was 18 about myself, maybe as a type of escape, where I was a wrestler,

and it's strange, the first time I ever met Shawn Michaels, you know him, he looked at

my scarred and battered body.

He didn't know me, but he knew the legend of who I was before, and he said, does this

the way you always envisioned yourself?

Looking somewhat down on me, and I said, no, you know, the strange thing is I always imagine

myself being you, and he said, you mean the champ?

I said, no, I mean the girls, jewelry, the tattoos, the love.

So in my movie, I was not Mick Foley, I sure as hell wasn't mankind, I was dude love.

We are gonna tear this rotten apple right down to its stinking New York core, and while

we're here, we're here for only one reason, one reason only, fame, honor, fortune, glory,

to destroy and to take that WWF championship belt, that World Wrestling Federation belt.

And during the course of the movie, dating back to my experience in Madison Square Garden,

I decided I was going to do something heroic.

I was going to do something to make people cheer for me, so I ascended up onto my friend's

roof, and I dove off.

At time, love must be 50, 60, 70 feet in the air.

Ironically, dude love gave Mick Foley his first break.

It became an underground hit and somehow wound up in the hands of wrestling great Dominic

D'Nucci.

D'Nucci admired Mick's guts more than his skill and took him under his wing.

Every weekend for the next two years, Mick traveled 800 miles round trip, eating and

sleeping in the back seat of his 79 Ford Fairmont, still hoping to realize his dream.

I knew I wasn't ready to be dude love yet.

Never wanted to be Cactus Jack.

I figured here is a horrible name for a horrible wrestler, and by golly, as soon as I get the

ability, then I'll get that heart-shaped tattoo on my chest, I'll put those earrings in, and

I'm going to get the girls.

And it never really worked out that way, did it Jimmy?

Not quite.

I guess nature didn't cooperate with me.

Cactus Jack was supposed to be around for three months, he stayed for 11 years.

What made Cactus Jack different was he just wanted it a little bit more.

He was willing to go the extra length.

He was willing to sleep in a filthy car in order to achieve his dream.

He was willing to forego fun and romantic relationships to be the best.

He was somebody in an era of bodybuilder physiques who carved out his own niche, said, I'm going

to make it on my own style, said, no one else is going to tell me what to do, I'm not going

to dye my hair, I'm going to be exactly who I am, and I'm going to do it my way.

Don't you think that it's about time in your life where you looked squarely in the mirror

and accepted the personal responsibility for who you are?

Don't you believe that you yourself have caused and brought on all these problems?

I think it's time for you to maybe start doing your damn job.

I think it's time for you to end this facade of journalistic integrity.

You know what you tell the people week in and week out?

You say, look at mankind, I don't even know if he feels pain or maybe he likes pain.

See you're a powerful man, Jimmy.

You have got the ability to reach a lot of people, to spread the truth, and you neglect

to do it.

Let me ask you a couple of questions.

What is it about pain that I love?

You see, I feel just like every other person.

You see that?

It hurts.

Is it when I can't get up, when my little boy says, Denny, I want to play ball, and

I can't do it?

Is that where the fun starts?

Is it where a doctor injects a 12-inch needle into the discs in my spine so I can wrestle

one more day?

Whoopee!

Let the party begin.

I can't believe you sit here and ask me those questions.

Do I bring it on to myself?

I haven't done a damn thing to you.

All you've done to people is mislead them and let them think that I'm having the time

of my goddamn life when I'm in pain.

Don't you look at me with that smug look.

You make me sick, a man of integrity.

I want to smack you.

I want to smack you.

I want to smack you.

Jimmy.

Jimmy.

Jimmy.

Jimmy.

Jimmy.

Jimmy.

Jimmy.

Jimmy.

Jimmy.

Jimmy.

Jimmy.

Jimmy.

Jimmy.

Jimmy.

He's going to need some help.

I was career high, and all I did basically was tell true stories and exaggerate them

just a little bit.

I mean, I didn't eat 17 worms.

I ate one worm, but people, they started laughing and they understood Mick Foley a little better,

and it was the strangest thing.

I didn't help out a good guy, I didn't run to anybody's rescue, I didn't talk about

how much I love the fans, and all of a sudden people were clapping for me.

So that was a positive, but the one thing I'll never forgive those interviews for is

introducing the world to Dude Love.

Vince had never heard of Dude Love.

And when he saw the video, when it came out and he saw this guy diving off his roof and

attempting to get the chicks, I didn't get the chicks.

So that was my little fantasy that I'm going to create a guy who does get the women, wins

matches too.

Vince saw it and he loved Dude Love, and that brings me to the phone call, which was where

he said, we want you to be Dude Love.

And I said, just for one show?

He said, no, from now on.

So we come to the famous scene in San Antonio, Texas, where Steve Austin has a mystery partner

and the music plays and you see this set of white boots with no rhythm walking across

the floor.

Steve, oh, it looks like you could use a little help, my man, like maybe a tag team partner.

What's the matter?

Don't you recognize me?

No, I don't blame you for not teaming up with that mutilated freak mankind, but you never

said nothing about teaming up with the hippest cat in the land.

Steve, oh, baby, it's me, Dude Love, and I am coming to save the day.

Oh, have mercy.

What in the world is this?

It's mankind.

It's mankind, ladies and gentlemen.

Well, actually, I guess it's an alter ego.

Mick Foley, you should know J.R.

This is Foley's baby boy has made it.

And Owen Hart with a drop kick from the top rope.

And now Austin is going to shake Dude Love's head.

My saggy tights were falling down, you know, the models that they hired, you know, made

my wife a little jealous.

So I wanted to be out there dancing.

My wife was actually the second Dude Love, she was in the more innocent Dude Love days

when they wore the little skirts and a year later when Dude showed up as the corporate

butt kissing dude.

Now the girls were wearing thongs and we didn't really need to be dragging the Foley family

into thong wearing, you know.

Dude in some towns, not in New York, I remember they hated me, they almost lynched me in Madison

Square Garden, but when you took it out to the Midwest, people loved the dude.

I think he made them feel good.

There's a lot of tough guys in the WWF and a lot of those guys who aren't tough are trying

to act tough most of the time.

So Dude was the anti tough guy.

As a matter of fact, when we did the Dude Love Titan Tron video where I enter, actually

more people would be looking at that Titan Tron than were looking at me because it was

just it was purposely the most stupid, goofy things I could think of, you know, flying

by and waving.

It was great to sit there in that in that in that studio and just come up with dumb

things because I feel like, hey, I've got the market cornered on and stupid.

It was awesome.

No one else is willing to go that way.

And as much as I was embarrassed at some of the matches,

the truth is the dude didn't get hurt a lot,

and it felt nice to actually recover for a while.

So if you see me limp out there as dude love,

it's probably because I just can't take the beatings anymore.

But I think I speak for all of us when I say,

I hope we've seen the last of that guy.

Yeah, definitely.

Everybody in our dressing room knows when he walks by that,

man, that's a bunker.

He's everything that's good about pro wrestling.

He and I, we go way back.

I remember in actually February of 1990,

don't ask me how, but somehow I was invited

to Ric Flair's birthday party.

Out of respect for him, I won't.

It was probably his 47th birthday then, and that was 10 years.

I don't know, I don't know.

And somebody said to me, I was talking with Terry

and Dennis Brent, he works for us now.

He says, I think you like cactus because you see

little bits of yourself in him.

Terry replied with words that I'll never forget.

You know what he said?

He said, I don't see shit in him.

So that was Terry's initial reaction to me.

But I do think he has two daughters,

and he's said several times that he feels of me

and I'm a son.

The son sometimes gets away from him a little bit.

And nothing I wanted better actually than to have

a match with Terry Funk in the WWF.

Actually, if I look back on my stint with Terry,

I think the most memorable thing we did was a

Falls Committee War match in Richmond.

And I remember saying to him, you know,

we found out we were going to wrestle each other,

and we didn't say much.

You know, tonight's the night we better,

you know, let's give him something to remember us by.

Because a lot of people saw Terry Funk as an older guy.

There was a lot of new fans in the WWF,

you know, WWF attitude that don't necessarily watch

death matches from Japan or don't know about,

you know, Cactus Jack wrestling in armories

and parking lots in 1986, you know.

We gave him something to remember us by,

and it did a piece of video work Chris Chambers did.

And it was unbelievable.

It probably tells a story better than I can.

Terry Funk and Mick Foley have been inseparable

for more than 13 years.

They've battled through the world as mentor and pupil,

bitter rivals, and ultimately best friends.

They have a hardcore bond that very few can understand.

You know, my wife said to me,

I wish you would have taken Iron Mike Sharp as your hero

instead of Chainsaw and Charlie.

You'd live a lot longer.

You know, you're sick, you know that, don't you?

Me?

Yeah, you are.

Mick Foley, Mick Foley is just as sick as Cactus Jack,

just as sick as Dude Love, and just as sick as mankind.

Even as a teenager, Mick Foley was clear about what he wanted.

Fame, honor, fortune, glory, to destroy

and to take that WWF championship belt,

that World Wrestling Federation belt.

In Mick's home movie,

Dude Love would do whatever it took for fan adulation or WWF gold.

Mick was ready to pursue his championship dream.

He brought his band of carnage to the WWF as mankind.

Dude Love, and yes, Cactus Jack.

Cactus Jack is as hardcore as anybody could ever be.

But what's Cactus Jack without Terry Funk?

One thing I like about Cactus Jack,

he's got an undeniable love for fame.

That's why old Chainsaw and Charlie came here

because he loves Cactus Jack.

You know that, don't you?

I know he does.

He likes to play golf together.

Some friends like to play tennis.

Cactus and Chainsaw like to fight.

Years of reckless abandon created an incredible bond

between Mick, Terry, and the fans.

But that would all change.

Terry Funk has been isolated.

He's been tied to the cage.

The cage just hit Cactus two or three times to the chair.

And oh, it's my tile driver, my God.

Cactus getting attacked.

Cactus Jack is helpless.

I gave you every bit of energy I had.

And when I was laying there helpless,

you chanted someone else's name.

What you did to me and Terry Funk

laying here in the middle of the ring,

it was disgusting.

After 13 years of blood, sweat, and tears,

it's not worth it anymore.

It's going to be a long time

before you see Cactus Jack in the ring again.

Now Mick Foley has decided to walk alone

without the adulation of his fans.

No holds barred.

False count anywhere.

One fall to a finish

between Mick Foley and Terry Funk.

I respect the fact that they want to be buddies and all that,

but this is pro wrestling.

You either go in there and beat someone's ass

or you get your ass beat.

And that's just the way it is.

Cactus Jack, dude, no matter what you call him,

he's one tough man.

Unbelievable chair shot.

That is unbelievable.

Look at the dent in that chair.

And the cranium, my God.

That's what a 53-year-old man can do

when he gets pissed off.

You know, Terry Funk was Mick Foley's boyhood hero.

And I don't think Vince McMahon cares about that.

Right all over us.

Monitor's flying everywhere.

Foley just got rammed and his head's bleeding.

But Ernest beating the living hell out of each other.

That's what it's all about.

False count anywhere.

This is the most brutal match you can have.

This is a hell of a fight.

This is what the WWF is all about, my baby.

He backdrops a lot of it.

The concrete explodes in the backdrop.

Terry Funk's tearing him to shreds.

Oh, the running went down.

You might as well face it.

Mick Foley might not be able to fight another day

because Terry Funk is opening up a candle.

We'll pass whether I like him or not.

People are going crazy.

We got a little blood.

We got some beer.

We got one hell of a show going on right now.

This is quality entertainment.

This is what the WWF is all about, in my humble opinion.

Well, they are just whipping the hell out of each other.

The hot dog guy just got it.

The hot dog guy got it.

Well, here you just talked about the hot dog guy.

He got it again.

There he goes.

Oh.

Right in the face.

Terry Funk ain't nobody's pushed over.

53 or not, the son of a bitch is tough as nails.

Look at him.

I think he's going for a moonsault.

Oh, my God.

Don't you even.

He's going to hell.

Who's that in the way?

No.

That bodies.

That looks like a car wreck.

Mick Foley looks like he lost out on a deal.

Hell, Terry Funk's beating his ass.

This is a hell of a fight.

This is quality wrestling.

Well, I'll tell you what, it's a bar room brawl.

Now Mick Foley has got Terry Funk up on that table.

And a power driver right through the table, right to concrete.

They may end each other's career right here.

Look at their mangled bodies.

This is unbelievable.

He should have covered him right there when he had the chance.

Hell, Mick is so beat up, he can't do a damn thing.

Where are we going here?

It's Falstown anywhere.

I don't know where they're going now.

Where are they going?

We'll get the cameraman to crawl down here and follow them.

They're going underneath the bleachers here, underneath the seats.

These two best friends signed a fight by Mr. McMahon.

No hose barred.

Anywhere in the building, balls count.

And right here, we thought we had a fall.

But the referee might have been a little slow on that count there.

They may be fighting their way back toward the ring.

And anything that ain't nailed down has been used as a weapon.

Oh, they're right out here in front of us.

There we go, tearing this whole damn thing up.

This is killing me.

And I gotta tell you, I love it.

And I've never seen a more physical matchup in the entire history of Raw in my life.

You know, I'm not a Jerry Funk fan, but I will say I respect talent.

I respect toughness.

And it's got Piledriver right in the middle of the ring.

This has got to be it.

And right there is Piledriver on the chair.

If that ain't it, I don't know what is.

He's done business as one boy into the building to the other and took the same amount of punishment.

There's a cover right there.

One, two, and three.

Mick Foley has beat his best friend.

That was impressive.

So I got a phone call in September of 1997, and it was Vince McMahon.

He said, we want Cactus Jack to wrestle in Madison Square Garden.

And he said, I gotta admit to you, I never thought I'd see that day.

And that was kind of insulting to me, you know.

To me, I mean, Cactus Jack, he was the man, right?

Oh, have mercy, Hunter, and especially your finer China.

I know what you must be thinking.

Dude, what are you doing back here when you should be out there kicking some heavy duty booty all over the garden?

Well, Hunter, my man, I believe it's time we had a little rap.

Oh, because you see falls count anywhere.

Well, that's not exactly my bag, baby.

The pin falls in the hot dog stand.

The pin falls in the street, the chairs, the tables.

It's not exactly a love thing.

But I know somebody, Daddy, who's baggied indeed is.

He's my man.

He's my main man.

You might even say, well, Daddy, he's a kind man, a kooky type of cat.

Let's bring him out right now.

Mankind, my main mandible.

Up high, big man.

Oh, you're too slow.

Mankind, good to have you at the love shack.

Hi, dude.

Thanks for having me here.

The pleasure is all mine.

You really are eye candy for the chicks, dude.

That much I know, Daddy, but you got to tell me about this wacky match.

Falls count anyway.

Dude, as much as I've dreamed about destroying Hunter Hearst Helmsley...

I know you have.

...there's very horrible things I'd like to do to him.

I know you can.

I know someone who dreams about him even more.

Who is it, Manny?

Someone who's willing to do even worse things than I am.

Oh, no.

Are you thinking what I think you're thinking?

I think I am thinking what you think.

I think you're thinking.

Can you bring him out, Manny?

Here he comes.

Where is he?

Got this, Jack.

He's back.

Somebody stank me.

I thought he was dead.

He's alive.

Hopefully, it may be the darkest day of your life,

because it's Madison Square Garden and Mrs. Foley's little boy.

Bye-bye.

Bye-bye.

God have mercy.

What in the world?

Oh, my God.

Grastic times call for drastic measures.

And for a man that has multiple nails and barbed wire

and set himself on fire, this will be a day

that's different from ours.

Bang, bang.

He's back.

Look out.

Cactus Jack, the other alter ego of Mick Foley.

Yes, just be kind and do love.

And we've never seen Cactus Jack in the WWF

until tonight, fall down anywhere.

A handbreaker on the exposed floor.

Look out.

What are you doing?

Back to the locker room area.

Here they go.

Oh, my God.

Cactus Jack slammed on the floor.

Right back to the locker room area.

Counting it and walking back out here in the arena.

Grab something, Hunter, and hit it with it.

Now they battle the three count.

Oh, my God.

A fire extinguisher right in the face.

Cactus Jack.

Should I say body fire or fire?

And he'll take those kidneys first.

Right into the security railing.

Oh, hell is breaking loose.

Now up to Square Garden.

They broke the entire railing.

I've never seen that happen,

but they broke the entire railing down.

Here's what Tana did just a few moments ago.

Oh, look out.

Hell fell from over from the Irish Swift.

Here's Tana.

Boom right there.

Oh, no.

He hit him with a garbage can.

Metal trash can.

As legal as a wrist lock.

Cactus.

Oh, my God.

Cactus.

Cactus thrown his own elbow right into that trash can.

His entire body.

Cactus Jack in trouble.

Did you hear the impact?

Mr. Bang Bang.

The back body drop on the railing.

Tana has made a cactus.

It'll be a tear if he knows what.

Oh, hell is breaking loose.

Right up Tana's upper arm.

Who is her?

Aligned it with Tana.

Tana.

Tana.

Tana nailed against the ring steps.

She looks to be unconscious.

Yes.

Down there with another trash can.

Right to the head of Cactus Jack.

Hitting him like a railroad spike.

Oh, man.

Oh, my gosh.

Cactus Jack, the back of his head.

Just bashed off the steel of the basketball.

Now Blake is going to penetrate.

No, he's not.

No, he's not.

No way.

Cactus Jack wins it.

Cactus Jack has won it.

Here is your winner.

Cactus Jack.

As I was walking down that aisle, they announced me.

I didn't know what to expect.

I knew some people remembered Cactus, hopefully fondly.

It was one of the greatest reactions I'd ever received in my life.

As I was going down, on one hand I was thinking, Jesus feels great.

On the other hand, I was thinking, I should have been here about 10 years ago.

I had some mixed emotions, actually.

The truth is, my career is all said and done.

I'll probably be forever linked with the hell in the cell.

And I didn't win the match either.

So when they told me that I was going to have this match, a couple things went through my mind.

First off, I thought the last thing the world needs is another Undertaker, a mankind match.

And the second thing is, how do you top Sean in Undertaker?

I mean, it was unbelievable.

So I made a big tactical error, which is I watched their match with Terry Funk and asked him his opinion.

And he looked at it and he said, you know, that's an excellent match.

I don't know, Cactus.

As we were driving, he said, why don't you start the match on top of the cage?

And I did.

I mean, that these two men are preparing to endure his inhuman.

How they will put their bodies on the line here is beyond description.

Mankind is climbing the cage.

You're supposed to start out inside the cage, isn't he?

And yeah, the Undertaker's almost, and I hate to say this, but he's almost satanic in his attitude.

No, you're talking satanic.

You're looking at it right there.

Mankind up on top of the cell.

How they will put their bodies on the line here is beyond description.

And the Undertaker says, he's doing it.

You want me up there?

You want to come up there and fight?

I'm going to come up and whip your butt.

Oh, my gosh.

Oh, God, a chair shot just makes you sick.

Puts goosebumps on my back there.

It makes the hair on my neck stand up.

I like it.

They're fighting on a steel roof of this cell.

That's a steel chair that mankind is using.

Oh, my gosh, look at this.

It broke through.

It broke through.

There are.

They're destroying the hell in the cell.

I don't think Undertaker enjoyed being up there, especially when the cage started falling apart on us.

And that was my second mistake.

He said the cage had been so strong the year before when Shawn Michaels was being, he was backdroped on it.

He was slammed on it.

And meanwhile, me and Undertaker up there were almost falling through it.

I'm not a great cage mattresser.

I mean, I'm the king of the death match, but cage mattress is not, especially in mine.

It's a very hard match to do.

So I just felt like, hey, if we come up with something big right away, people will.

They will believe they saw a tremendous match, even if nothing else happened.

And my God, don't get them over here where we are.

What's going to happen here?

Undertaker fighting back.

He's fighting back.

They're right above us, folks.

And I don't like it a damn bit.

Oh, my God.

Look out!

Oh, man!

Good God Almighty!

Good God Almighty!

They've killed him!

Oh, my God.

That's God as my witness!

He is broken in half!

Oh, my God.

Somebody get out here, really.

I mean it.

We need some help.

Oh, my God.

This is over.

I cannot believe what we just...

This is over right here.

I cannot believe...

It's over.

That cage is 16 feet high.

And look at this, folks.

Let's listen.

Unbelievable.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

I don't care.

My God, look at this, folks.

He threw me off the top, and people asked me what I thought.

The truth is, I thought, man, that table looks awful small down there.

You know, it's...

I could have been killed.

The TV monitors are down there.

I mean, you land the wrong way.

I could conceivably have died.

At least I would have had it on video, right?

Right?

That's a plus.

And I would have gotten the kaboom of the week,

so I would have had that going for me.

But initially, I thought that it wasn't that bad.

Injury-wise, I dislocated my shoulder, and I bruised my kidney.

So I was actually fairly lucky.

The kidney would actually go on to hurt me for about two months, 10 weeks.

The funker came out, which meant a lot to me,

because we had been feuding at that point.

And I think at that point, people realized that, hey,

this isn't part of the deal, right?

Vince McMahon was very concerned,

and people thought the match was over.

This match could be over.

Look at that.

The guy's life could be over.

My God, this is inhuman.

This is beyond belief.

Oh, oh, oh.

There's no net.

And somebody, again, you know, oh, they know how to fall.

Look at that.

Look at this.

Give me a break.

Again, if this match has ended, we apologize.

Why do you apologize for that?

Well, I mean, the fans were...

I've never seen anything like that in my life.

Well, I'm not...

Yeah, fine, but people were expecting a Hell in a Cell match.

Look, look.

And look at...

You're kidding me.

How in the hell is he standing?

Oh, my God.

And look at this.

He's got a smile on his face for God's sakes.

Are you kidding me?

He wants to go back up.

Uh-uh.

Mankind is going back up.

No way.

And so is The Undertaker.

No way.

And I'll never forget the rush from the crowd when they realized

that it wasn't over, that I was going to climb back up there.

I mean, it was an unbelievable high.

Oh, my God, The Undertaker's got the chair.

This is absolutely amazing.

Absolutely amazing here.

Oh, a headbutt by The Undertaker and a right hand.

Now there's a...

If he throws him up on the other side, there's...

Good God.

Good God.

That's it.

He's dead.

Well, somebody stop the damn match.

Enough's enough.

Now, this is the truth.

I thought The Cage would withstand just about anything.

And when Undertaker chokeslammed me, it was like a knife through butter.

And you guys can appreciate how hard that ring is.

You know, I mean, one of the most...

The most common reaction from somebody who's gone from another wrestling company

to our company is how hard that damn ring is.

And to go, you know, through it, 13, 14 feet, flat on your back,

I certainly thought when I was thrown off The Cage

that at least the worst was over, and I was real wrong.

Oh, my God, look at that.

The Undertaker is still coming down.

Stop him.

The Undertaker coming.

Stop him.

I've been knocked goofy countless times, maybe permanently goofy,

but that was the first time I've ever been knocked completely out

to where time was passing me by and I wasn't aware of it.

To make matters worse, there was a chair up there,

and as The Cage broke, the chair was following me by about two feet.

So as I hit, the chair landed on my face,

and it dislocated my jaw and it knocked one and a half teeth out.

Here's the one half here.

And the other one ended up...

Where did it end up?

Do you remember?

That other tooth.

In your nose?

In my nose.

That's right.

You're doing the prize, man.

You better study your videos.

I don't know how.

It's like the JFK magic bullet.

How does a tooth...

I mean, I don't know if it went through my sinus and down.

Terry Funk was nice enough to go in and try to kill some time,

and Undertaker chokeslammed him.

It's funny.

We all hear it about our sport.

I still think it's a sport.

Other people think it's a big show,

which of course we're here to put on a show too,

but any real sport...

I mean, Mark McGuire...

Mark McGuire gets thrown through a 13-foot steel cage,

chances are the match is going to stop.

You're not going to play the game while McGuire is laying unconscious.

A football game, same thing.

Troy Aikman is unconscious.

They're not going to play the game around him.

But what we do, we learn at an early age that the show must go on,

especially when you're on pay-per-view.

And we did our damnedest.

And I thank you to Terry Funk for buying me about a minute of time

and how I finished.

I have no idea.

He's either crazy as hell or he's the toughest SOB

that I have ever seen in this sort of environment.

How is he still standing up?

I don't have a damn clue.

There's shoes, there's chairs, there's caps, there's a cage hanging.

And there's a human being in there that is unbelievably indestructible.

I never thought I would say that about somebody,

but this guy is indestructible.

What more can you do to a human being?

Mankind bleeding.

He may have internal injuries.

He's got to have internal bleeding.

He's got to have internal injuries right here.

My God, this has just gone too far.

Well, stop it.

Jeez.

He's still mounting an offense, and they're locking these guys inside there.

Who made that ruling?

Why don't you just let him?

Oh, my.

And he's smiling.

He is smiling.

You had to know that it was going to be something like this.

I mean, you knew these guys wanted to get at each other in the worst way,

but I never dreamed it would be this kind of stuff.

I mean, this man weighs 300 pounds, and he fell over 16 feet twice.

That arm has got a second dose of the steel right in the shoulder.

And then he's got it in the head.

Oh, I think Undertaker's busted.

Undertaker just tastes the steel, and it doesn't taste good.

They are.

This is hell in a cell, and it's not a pretty sight.

They're in hell.

Mankind going for a power driver.

And did you hear the crack of the Undertaker's skull on that chair?

Or is it not?

Two.

Two and a half.

We said this was not going to be for the weak at heart.

It is not.

This is brutal.

Oh, my gosh.

The Undertaker's face, unprotected.

What a leg drop.

Oh, goddess.

What is that?

Thumbtacks.

Uh-uh.

My god.

This is off the page.

Right hands.

Undertaker reeling here.

Uh-oh.

No way.

Undertaker's trying to choke them.

Mankind stopped it.

Put right to the face, though, by the phenom.

Oh, he got him.

Mandible claw.

Mandible claw.

Mankind's got the mandible claw on the Undertaker.

He's going to try to throw the Undertaker right onto those packs.

Undertaker is fading.

Referee Tim White.

Two.

Let's check it one more time.

And the Undertaker.

My god.

I've never, ever seen anything like this.

He is there.

Undertaker has got to be a contact on his back now.

Wait a minute.

W. He's near those packs.

Don't tell me.

No.

No.

No.

No.

Oh, he's dying.

God, he's rolling in those fat packs.

But God almighty, he's a human conclusion.

Choke slam.

No way.

Oh, what a sadistic thing.

A choke slam on the packs.

My god.

What else can be done?

What else will the Undertaker do?

My god, people are cheering this, JR.

No way.

And there's a tombstone.

Tombstone.

On his back.

One, two, three.

Mercifully, this is over.

I'll tell you what, folks.

In 25 years, I have never witnessed anything

that even closely resembles what we have just witnessed.

I'm going to say that nothing anywhere in any other federation,

I'm telling you, bar none, has ever come close to this.

These two men gave you everything in their body.

They gave you of their soul here tonight.

This has been the most ungodly match

that I think we will perhaps ever see.

As long as I live, I will never forget

what we just witnessed right there.

Man, it was just devastating.

Devastating for my family,

who've seen me do just about everything,

and have always believed when I tell them that daddy's just playing.

I think that's the night they realized that daddy wasn't...

Daddy's a liar. He gets hurt all the time.

It was very tough.

Now I have to face the fact that my daughter, every time I speak to her,

says, you're going to get hurt, you're going to get hurt.

She's right. I do get hurt.

It was a tough thing, rewarding, though.

It was probably the greatest night of my life.

Well, those are just a few bedtime stories.

You guys brush your teeth and get to bed now.

I want to thank you guys for being here and sharing it with me

and for those of you fans who enjoyed them,

certainly write to your local congressman, tell him you want some more.

By the way, you know who I heard is a big Cactus Jack fan?

Tipper Gore.

Thanks a lot. We'll see you later.