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Hell is in Pittsburgh tonight in this match.

On June 28th, 1998, at WWF's King of the Ring pay -per -view, one match would

earn its place as one of the most shocking in wrestling history.

Undertaker versus Mankind in Hell in a Cell.

Hell in a Cell hits you like a mallet to the consciousness.

Oh, here we go!

I knew it was going to be crazy, but I didn't know it was going to be that

crazy.

She had two talents out there that liked to really push that envelope until it

fell over the edge.

Oh, wrestling's fake. You can't fake gravity.

I've been frightened by a lot of things in pro wrestling. Nothing frightened me

as much as that did. Until later on in the match, anyway.

What left fans stunned was the unrelenting punishment Mick Foley

Until you saw it, you didn't believe that a person could physically do this

live.

This match was real. The pain was real. The drama was real.

I was cursing and screaming and calling him an effing idiot. Why are you

doing this?

One of wrestling's most infamous matches, Hell in a Cell's legacy

both an epic success and a cautionary tale.

I think we dodged bullets that day, not just one, but several. It's really crazy

to think that they would allow someone to go unconscious and then just continue

the match.

The collateral damage that ensued is another story.

When does it stop?

When's it enough?

You pay all day long for the decisions you make in your 15 minutes in the

spotlight. It was a dangerously crazy masterpiece, but all of us.

We need to ask ourselves the question, was it worth it?

Everyone

who

gets into wrestling is looking for something that they find missing in

lives.

For me,

I mean, I was teased a lot, so I had an overwhelming need to be liked.

And to take that WWF championship belt. For example, I remember being in college

as a sophomore.

I took a swig of red food coloring, and I did a superfly leap off a bed onto a

stuffed animal on a concrete floor.

And when I hit the floor, I bit that blood concoction out.

Everybody in the dorm was there watching.

I heard one of the girls yell out, that's the most disgusting thing I've

seen, and I felt that power.

So I thought, if I can't make people love me, perhaps I can disgust them.

I just needed to get reactions.

My name is Mick Foley.

I am known as the hardcore legend, and I survived Hell in a Cell.

I think Hell in a Cell is a perfect gateway.

So many people have said that's the first match I was shown, and now I'm a

fan. And my follow -up question is always, like, did you expect all the

to be like that? It's like, because they're not.

A normal Mick Foley match is quite hardcore, brutal,

probably blood, bum tacks, fire.

Barbed wire.

Getting exploded by C4 explosives in Japan.

Getting speared through a table with fire.

Taking, like, bumps on the concrete.

Oh, God, run on the concrete!

I mean, he just put his body through so much.

I'm Mickey Foley, and my dad is the hardcore legend Mick Foley. I think he

really loved getting, like, an oh -my -God or gross or nasty type of pop.

I'm Noelle Foley, and I'm the daughter of Mick Foley.

Realism was a big tool.

I didn't think I was having a good match unless I had trouble getting back to my

hotel room.

I did not enjoy the pain. I enjoyed the fact that I could take it and sell it in

a way that was fun.

I just had to really ask myself, do I want to get

mixed up with this?

I'm Colette Foley, and I've known Mick Foley for over 35 years.

When I met Mick, I noticed his eyes.

I noticed that he was a gentle, nice person, but his corny jokes

and terrible humor, that's what really made me fall in love with him.

Our wedding song was actually Beauty and the Beast.

We were a good team.

She understood. She understood my commitment. Like, she really did.

When that adrenaline was pumping, he just wanted people to leave talking

how great a show it was at his own risk.

And that was his drive to keep going and get more crazy along the way.

He developed a personality called Cactus Jack. You can't stop Cactus Jack! He

was a wild and crazy guy. You thought he might be insane.

Are you kidding me? He had charisma.

You couldn't take your eyes off this guy. He was different. He was unusual.

I'm Jim Cornette, and at the time of the Hell in a Cell match, I was working as

an agent and a producer for the WWF.

Mick was excellent with psychology in his matches.

He knew that the fans liked people that were out of control.

Someone who was going against the script.

He could take those people on that ride with him and elicit the response that he

wanted to get.

Then the attention would be on him and his reputation would grow.

Our bedroom.

Furniture consisted of a mattress on the floor with a black and white television

with a VCR that barely worked. And in that VCR, it was Japanese wrestling

I would sometimes watch 12 hours of Japanese wrestling a day.

I like the realism, the storytelling.

It's not just man versus man.

You have to defeat the surroundings, you know.

I thought Japan was likely to be where I made my living.

They were looking for a foreigner who could feud with Terry Funk.

Terry Funk was the greatest of all time for his ability to make people suspend

disbelief in a second.

Terry Funk became somewhat of a mentor to Mick.

And they started working together in these explosive, bloody, violent, fiery

death matches in Japan.

I was always drawn to the wild stuff, so I would literally be on my hands and

knees. And I thought that was proof that I had done something special.

This is a place I can make myself stand out.

So I never saw myself being a WWE guy.

In WWF at the time, it wasn't a PG era. It was a G -rated era.

Very bland.

And for someone like Mick, his style didn't really gel with

what WWF was selling.

My name is Al Snow. I'm a former WWE superstar.

I was Mick Foley's travel partner and, dare I say, probably his best friend.

Probably his only friend.

I'm just kidding.

Vince McMahon did not want Mick Foley. Didn't think that he was marketable.

Didn't think he was attractive.

How I convinced McMahon to hire Mick was to give me a chance on my observations

of talent. Because I see something in this guy.

I'm Jim Ross, and at the time of the Hell in a Cell, I was vice president of

talent relations.

I needed to make sure that we had dancing partners for the top guys.

Undertaker was one of the biggest stars in the history of wrestling. Long live

The Undertaker!

Vince kept trying to go with giants to face The Undertaker, which was boring

dull. What you needed was a lunatic.

I'd heard a story about Vince slamming his hand down on a table and said, all

right, I'll bring him in, but I'm covering up his face.

We don't know who he is. We don't know nothing about him. Well, he's nobody.

He's nothing. That's Vince's perception of Mick Foley.

Hey, everybody. I'm Gerald Briscoe, better known as Jerry Briscoe, WWE Hall

Famer and Chickasaw Nation Hall of Famer.

Vince Beckman was like, okay, now you guys go build a character around

So we come down to mankind.

What the hell is mankind?

Yeah, here he comes.

Mankind.

This bogus bullshit wouldn't have worked with anybody but Mick Foley.

Without a connection to the audience, without character, everything else is

meaningless. I think fans can sense the commitment.

My goal for Mick was that he was going to be a great opponent for The

Undertaker.

He was willing to try anything.

My granny would say he didn't turn nothing down but the covers.

So now I've got this big challenge.

to not let him kill himself.

The Undertaker and I were laying quite a foundation.

Seven pay -per -view matches, ten TV matches.

We'd been around the globe together.

But my character had kind of plateaued.

I knew I had to do something, something that would add to instead of detract

from our legacy.

For 1998's King of the Ring pay -per -view, WWF producers plan to reignite

Mankind -Undertaker feud with a recently developed concept, Hell in a Cell.

The way that they did cage matches in the WWF was you had to either get out by

either climbing over the cage or leaving through the door.

I asked Vince McMahon, I said, what about if this cage match is different?

What about if we put a roof on the cage?

Both go in, only one's coming out.

And that's where we came up with Hell in a Cell.

Undertaker and Shawn Michaels had the first Hell in a Cell, and it was a mile

marker.

Well, the Michaels -Undertaker match, technically, to me, it's still the best

one.

I just looked at this match open -jawed. I literally can't do any of the things

that these guys are doing.

Some nine months later, they're going to do it again, this time The Undertaker

and Mankind.

And then I asked Terry Funk, what are we going to do?

And he started laughing. You know, what would be funny is, what if you actually

started the match on top of the cell?

And what if you were thrown off?

He's saying it as a joke.

He stopped laughing. I looked at him and I said, I think I can do that.

I could not get the idea out of my head. I pitched The Undertaker and Mr.

McMahon. The idea being thrown off into a casual conversation, it was a great

sell job.

I wasn't on board, really, for throwing Nick off the shelf.

And, you know, he was dead set.

And then, you know, we got Vince on board with him.

I was like, well, okay.

I was not looking at this match as like...

a second act in my career, I was just looking at it as a way to try to keep my

head above water.

I thought, when this run is done, I am too.

Did you know going into this what Mick had planned?

Yes. He told me the high spots that he was going to be all right.

Welcome everybody to the King of the Ring!

If he can see it, he can do it. And I trust that.

We have only seen one Hell in a Cell matchup in WWF history, and it was the

unbelievable match that I think I've ever witnessed, JR. I remember

thinking to myself, I need to come out with everything I've got, just eyes on

the prize.

This match has so much riding on it, JR, that the loser may not even stop at the

hospital.

They may go straight to the morgue. There's that old saying, be careful what

wish for, you just might get it.

Ladies and gentlemen, the following podcast is The Hell in the Cell.

On June 28, 1998, at Pittsburgh Civic Arena, a packed house

eagerly awaits the Hell in a Cell showdown between Undertaker and Mankind.

Yeah, you got to imagine the pressure that Mick's probably feeling as he's

walking to the ring, you know, knowing that the last time an audience saw this

match, it was Shawn and Taker, knowing that he's got to outdo that.

Poor Mick, he's not exactly the most nimble guy in the world either.

My name is Jimmy Corderas. At the time of Hell in a Cell, I was part of the

crew and also a referee.

I was backstage watching on the monitors.

And Gerald Briscoe was the one who produces there.

I had the best seat in the house, sat right in front of about ten monitors

watching everything.

So you were like basically sitting in the captain's seat during Hell in a

I was the pilot, baby.

This is probably the first time in 20 years that I've watched this, Matt.

No one knew what to anticipate, and I don't think anyone could have ever

imagined what they were going to see.

Hello again, everybody.

I'm Jim Ross, alongside Jerry the King Lawler.

I was as much in the dark as a fan watching at home. I did want to start

match in a way nobody had ever started a match before and to do something no one

had ever done.

I think there's a little bit of shock on everybody's face. Like, he's going up

now? He's going up at the beginning of the match?

What next?

I mean, he needs therapy.

I had not been on top of the cell. I assured Mr. McMahon of The Undertaker,

yeah, I've been up there, it's fine. But the truth is, when I got up there, I

was terrified.

I'm actually not good with heights.

Whoa, it's totally dark in here. He may fall off that cell.

The entire time The Undertaker's music is playing, I'm thinking to myself, how

can I gracefully climb down this cell without ruining my career?

Wait a minute.

Do you think he's daring The Undertaker to start this match up there?

I thought it was a hell of a way to start.

Apparently Hell in a Cell Max is officially underway.

It created a theater of the mind that one could not get past.

Something's going to happen.

What's going to happen?

They had attached the top section of the cage with zip ties.

But there's 600 pounds of human beings up there.

The Undertaker and I all take a step, and that mesh goes down by about a foot.

And I literally hear zip ties springing.

They're destroying the hell in the cell. When those zip ties were popping off, I

thought, oh boy, this is not good.

I attempt to suplex the Undertaker on top of that mesh.

He cut that off, knowing that, you know, there was a decent chance we were both

going to go through it.

They're throwing punches, and they got towards the edge of the cage where the

announce tables were.

I thought when they got close to the edge, there's just no way in hell that

Nick's going to take a tumble off the top of the cage.

That's too dangerous.

That's too iffy.

There's very little margin for error.

I look at this incredibly small table.

like a little dollhouse.

I don't know how in the world it's going to work out.

And lo and behold, the closer they got to the edge of the cage, the more I

became convinced that something big was going to happen here momentarily.

And it did.

Then all of a sudden,

Here's Jim Ross and here's Jerry Lawler, as well as the Spanish announcers.

And they're looking up and a 300 -pound human being is flung at them from almost

20 feet above them.

And he's coming at them fast.

As strange as it sounds, it felt like it was going by in slow motion.

It also went by in the blink of an eye.

All of a sudden you hear this.

Mud! Crap!

Holy shit, did we just see what we thought we saw?

The sound of Nick going through the announcer table was scary as hell.

Everyone over from the back, we just exploded in concern.

It was like witnessing a car accident.

Ooh, you will, thought he was dead.

We need doctors out here!

Folks, we apologize. This match has stopped.

Dead in its tracks.

In a business filled with crazy, strange things, nobody had ever tried to do

something like this before.

It blew everybody's mind.

And I thought, my God, this is over. There's no way he's going to get back

There was an audible gasp where everyone went, no!

We had two young children at the time, and they

didn't know what to think of it. All I kept saying was, oh, it's

vague, just to soothe them. Yet in the back of my mind, I'm freaking out.

It's tough.

To know when it really, really, really is real.

But it had to have hurt him.

And it was believable.

If the undertaker threw him just a little too far or a little too short,

falling from God knows how high onto concrete. Or could have even landed on

fans. The pain would come later. I'm kind of flying high on adrenaline.

And I've pulled off this pretty lofty goal.

I mean...

Going through the table could not have gone better. He saw it in his head, and

in midair, he turned in such a way that he was able to land flat on that

announce desk to cushion that fall and not kill him.

And when it did happen, you should have heard the voices back there.

Replay that.

Then you go into business mode where you're trying to get every great shot

you had with it.

Hugo Savinovich, the Spanish commentator, bailed out of his chair

getting flattened.

It was pretty traumatic, to be honest, because it was my friend out there

and being torn with the rule that you don't step in, you don't interfere with

whatever Mick was trying to construct.

The fans were literally having this guy laying at their feet, and they're

looking at all the attendants and the referees. There's Terry Funk.

Terry Funk was the first one to get there.

I asked Terry, is he conscious?

Right there.

Now we're trying to make room for Dr. Francois to get there.

So I was in my medical room, and suddenly I hear, right now, come right

fail from the top of the cell. And I say, what?

I'm Dr. Francois Petit, a .k .a. Chien Petit. I used to be the doctor for WWF

for about four and a half, five years on the road, and before that for about

eight, nine years in Los Angeles.

Francois was kind of like the French Army Knight.

Francois was a black belt in karate.

He was Sub -Zero in the first Mortal Kombat movie.

He was probably a secret agent and, you know, investment banker.

Francois was what I think they call them, bone crackers.

He could fix you.

You probably wouldn't enjoy it, but he could put you back in place.

No matter what the malady was, baby, I fixed you. I fixed you, baby. It'll be

okay.

Of course, he was my number one patient, if I can say something like that.

Well, this is nuts, what he did.

He fell on his back badly, and on top of that, on his dislocated shoulder.

The EMT people have no idea how to get the gurney down there.

And it turns out the gurney wouldn't fit.

So now they've got to raise the cell with the undertaker on it. Is he going

jump down here?

He was put on that gurney like that was real.

They were going to take him to the hospital.

We thought the damn thing was over with.

I mean, what else can they do, you know?

But we found out.

I realized that the longer I'm on there, the more fully the audience is.

I've never seen anything like that in my life. Well, I'm not. Yeah. But I've got

a feeling that I'm going to be able to continue.

Everybody was trying to tell him, no, Mick, you're done. Stop.

What are you doing? Where are you going? Why are you doing this?

Just stay down.

Holy shit, he's coming back for more?

Are you kidding me?

They're tired.

It's going back down. No way. So is the Undertaker. No way.

I'm thinking this is going to be the craziest, dumbest SOB in our business.

How can he climb? How can his body? At this point, I do not know how I'm going

to do this and live.

But I have pledged to do it, and I'm going to do it. This is absolutely

Absolutely amazing here.

I'm thinking to myself, you're insane, you're an idiot.

But at the same time that I'm thinking that, I'm thinking that was the moment

that really made him a star.

By then, backstage was packed because they know shit's going on.

I stayed back where I was because I knew something else was going to happen. I

knew. I guess at the end of the day, I'm glad that they went back up because it

created another moment.

It added to the storyline.

But sometimes you can storyline yourself right to the hospital.

The neck spot in the storyline pitched by Nick Foley was far less concerning.

least at first. We had already agreed on the one choke slam,

which we thought would cause the mash to gradually give way. And the big visual

is going to be Undertaker like stuffing me down.

But that did not happen.

And now, Houston, we got a problem.

I thought that the destruction of the Foley body was well in hand.

It's a completely different situation than when he got thrown off the top.

You just, you just know.

I'm screaming at the TV set.

I am cursing.

I was like trying to get.

The company on the phone.

And I couldn't get through to anybody. I couldn't get through to anybody.

How do you tell your children, oh, daddy's acting?

Laying there lifeless, motionless. This was not expected at all.

I thought that was the end of him.

When he hit that solid mat, the

mat doesn't do it justice. It's more like hitting the cement.

As he's falling, that metal, heavy, solid folding chair

came right behind him. You can see when he lands that chair, boom, there's a

chair on his face, boom.

He could have very easily died. I mean, my mom thought he was dead also.

I was shocked. I was screaming. I was furious.

Because I thought he betrayed me by not telling me the truth that there was

another spot.

There we go. Joke plan. Oh.

That was the first time in his career that he'd been legitimately knocked out

cold. We all flooded the cage, Dr.

Francois, Terry Funk.

The guys that went out there were thinking, This might be the end.

He was really not responsive at that point.

I turn around and look at Undertaker.

And I say, okay, that's enough.

Because I saw his eyes not answering.

Man, he'd landed in such a funky way. I didn't know that he was going to get up.

I was legit scared for what the results were going to be.

The Undertaker, he looked at Terry and said, see if he's alive.

Terry reports back, he's still breathing.

There were so many times when I've seen stars, but I'd never been out for more

than a couple seconds.

And this time, there's 42 seconds that I don't recall.

Terry Funk took it into his own hands and walked up to Undertaker and said,

me.

So he could take the focus away from Mick a little bit so everybody could

to him.

It's all ad lib, it's all at the moment.

If I'd ever seen a match that should have been stopped, that was probably the

one. But he just didn't do it back then.

We didn't stop matches. We bought time.

And I needed every second that I could get.

When I came to and I immediately saw Terry Funk's shoes, I then realized I'm

this match. And that's where I try to stand.

How is he still standing up? I don't have a damn clue.

Oh my God, he is a freaking mess.

It's really crazy to think that they would allow this to happen.

Just like someone go unconscious and then continue the match.

As the clouds began to clear, I was all about trying to create an image for TV.

I've got a massive wound underneath my lip, and if I can find a way to take my

tongue, stick it through that massive wound, it's going to make for a great TV

moment.

Oh, my. And he's smiling.

There's the tooth.

There's the tooth.

How do you get hit in the face with a chair and it knocks your tooth out and

ends up in your nostril? One of the doctors said that it went into his

but because he was breathing so heavily that he had sucked it up the other way

and it came down through his nasal passage. What is that sticking out of

nose? Maybe a tooth?

This match was real. The pain was real. The drama was real. The expressions on

everybody's face were real.

Real concern.

You can look in his eyes and tell you there was nobody home.

And I'm trying to talk to him.

All he wanted to do is, we've got to get to the tax.

This was their first

appearance in WWE.

I felt like I should be the guy to bring them over.

purposely rolling around, make sure he gets all the thumbtacks on him as much

possible.

When the adrenaline is taking over, you don't realize the pain anymore.

You're part of the pain. You're pushing so far, you don't even know you're doing

it. Mick is very big about come hell or high water, whatever it is, he will see

it through.

Finally, the 17 -minute match comes to an end.

with The Undertaker defeating mankind.

What a spectacle it was.

In that Pittsburgh Civic Arena, 16 ,000 people.

We've never seen anything like this before.

They brought the stretcher up because we thought it was needed for sure.

But he waved it off, and that crowd went absolutely insane.

This was real as a heart attack, and the people could tell.

That put the fan in the corner of this guy who just cannot be stopped.

And that's the kind of shit that gets over.

An audience has invested their time, their money, and their effort in one

thing, and that is the belief in you.

He knew and understood that risking his well -being allows them to more

thoroughly believe in him and the experience.

Thank God this is over.

We kept taking these chances and another chance and another chance after a fly.

As long as I live, I will never forget what we just witnessed right there. He

would always call and check in with me, let me know that he's okay.

And now here comes the one pay -per -view where she really needs to know,

there's no phone call.

I had to wait and wait and wait. It made me worry. And that anger came back.

And a few hours later, Mick calls me.

She was screaming at me. Your children thought you were dead.

I think prior to the cell, she prepared by trusting that I

wasn't going to do anything to jeopardize the family.

After that.

It became a big concern.

When Mick came back through the curtain, I mean, everybody rushed up and wanted

to check on him and make sure he was as okay as he could possibly be.

One of the first people to greet Mick at the curtain was Vince McMahon.

He said, Mick, I want to thank you for what you've done for my company, and I

want you to promise me that you will never do anything like it again.

And pull those thumbtacks out of him.

I'm going backstage and I overheard Mick say to Taker, did we do the thumbtack

spot? He doesn't realize that the doctor is just plucking him out of him right

now? When you love somebody and you respect them as much as I did Mick, my

thought was, are you okay?

Are you really okay?

I don't think he truly anticipated how severe that was going to be like that

night. I had to help him get undressed and then into bed.

You know, he was messed up on that one.

I think it was 15 stitches underneath the lip, off these two teeth.

I don't even know if I was treated for a concussion. I had a bruised kidney for

about six weeks. My jaw was dislocated. I can't remember which shoulder was

dislocated. But you know what?

That match changed the way people felt about me.

And that's what really sparked the career renaissance.

With what you did at Hell in a Cell, I want to publicly thank you. Going

from Vince not wanting to see him in a WWF ring

to six months after that match, he was world champion.

The reaction, the pop, the adrenaline, the rush. The more he did, the more

he took. It made me worry.

The bar kept just going up because it was never good enough.

I think he felt like he had to live up to being the hardcore legend, continuing

things that he probably shouldn't have.

Mick, at that point, was about what are the limits of physical human endurance?

He felt like he owed it to the guy he was working with. He owed it to the

to do something that they hadn't seen before.

I remember not a scolding, but a warning. If you continue to try to do

type things, it's going to catch up with you.

He understood, but he didn't agree with me.

Just seven months later, Mick Foley again pushes his limits, this time in a

brutal showdown with The Rock in the infamous I Quit match.

No stopping the match for excessive blood loss.

I told Mick, that's a horrible idea, but he was going to do what he needed to do

and what he wanted to do. I mean, he's riding the big tidal waves.

Well, I also think it had something to do with my way of making it seem like

everything was going to be all right.

He was one of the worst days of my life. And the eyewitness is underway.

I had both children with me. It was super brutal from the beginning.

I got carried away with The Rock. I had told him, lay it in.

He did.

But instead of taking five shots, I took 11 shots.

His kids were not old enough at that point to really

ascertain what was fact and what was fiction.

But also, in the middle of this fiction, it was a fact.

He got brain damage for a wrestling angle on television.

Where does it end? What does it take now to put you down?

So this sounds pretty bizarre, but I don't have one singular

memory of my dad ever wrestling.

Part of me thinks it's because...

It was very traumatic to me. Like, how could these 11 shots change my dad's

health?

Like, if you were to get 11 headshots, a normal person probably could have died.

It's sickening, honestly.

I really, really hate the I Quit match.

Mick, I always wanted to over -deliver. And somewhere down the road, all of us

need to ask ourselves the question, was it worth it?

I understood that the style I chose was going to result in great discomfort.

There were so many times when I could have made a move less painful, but I

not to because I thought it would look better.

There were a handful of doctors saying that you need to stop now.

If you continue wrestling, you'll wind up crippled. Do you think that stopped

him?

I still thought I had one good match left in me.

And so I set about trying to delay the inevitable.

There were times when he should not have been wrestling. He shouldn't have been

cleared.

He'd drive around and not remember where he lived.

It's concussion on top of concussion on top of concussion.

My appointment with the WWE neurologist had not gone particularly well, so I

booked an appointment independent of WWE.

I'll never forget what he told me. He said, Mr. Foley, if you want to try to

find another neurologist to clear you, that's up to you, but I'm telling you,

you should never wrestle again.

If you've pushed those physical limits like Mick has, yeah, you're definitely

going to pay a price, and sadly, Mick is paying that price.

Right now.

Back then, we didn't know the long -term effects of concussions. When guys

take a bump, they have an impact in the ring.

Similar to experiencing a 25 -mile -per -hour car accident.

I can only imagine the type of pain that Nick has to live with.

He's paid the price for all this fame.

Nick is very special, and he's lucky he's still with us.

PPE is a very scary disease.

That is a long -term effect of repetitive concussions and brain trauma.

We don't really know how my dad will be doing in 10, 20 years or so.

If you're wondering if I'm worried about that, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Really worried. Every day, I worry about that.

The fallout from what I've done, I honestly, I don't see a way out of it.

That's one of the most respected and beloved men to ever compete in our

business. But I'm going to fight it. I'm going to try to be someone who

continues to get sharper as they get older.

And so I have these spoken word shows.

It's like mental gymnastics for my mind. And I hear the crowd chanting.

Undertaker.

Putting on a show, having that stimulation from people, that keeps him

I can either appreciate what I have or I could live in complete fear about the

unknown. So I'm going to continue to enjoy myself.

He lived his dream.

He made his dream.

He needs to feel accepted, especially around his

legacy. I tell him, go, do the things you like to do, but don't push

your luck.

Colette knew that I was kind of my own worst enemy when I was in the ring.

We dress up in wild costumes and engage in a fantasy form of combat that leaves

a lot of us in worse condition than we arrived at. And we do it to earn the

acceptance of total strangers.

For me, it was all about the reactions, the eyes lighting up, my desire to be

authentic. I definitely wanted to be loved.

All the sacrifices you put your physique through just for the roar of

them.

I like that roar.

You can't say that's a fault without also admitting that it's responsible for

success.

Mick Foley is known for many things.

He's a multiple -time champion. He's donated time and energies to charities.

What he's known for is Hell in a Cell.

For years, I really harbored some resentment for that match because it was

only thing that I was known for.

I was in a dark place for a while.

On one hand, I knew I'd done a lot in wrestling. On the other hand, I felt

I'd accomplished nothing at all.

The Undertaker and I, we were reminiscing, and he says, you know,

did that night will outlive us both.

That was a major step in embracing that moment.

That's what I got into wrestling for, to try to create moments like that.

I think fans are going to remember him as a guy who gave his heart and soul to

this business and appreciate him immensely for it.

The audience is coming to be in awe because few people in the world can put

in awe.

And those people do. This is the beauty of it.

Me and my dad, we were at the WWE warehouse,

and we came across the cell.

My dad certainly wasn't expecting to see it.

He touched it.

And he just started tearing up and started crying.

I've never seen my dad cry.

For something to make him cry must have been really important

and life -changing and also probably pretty scary.

Like, this could have been it.

I'm lucky I'm here after that. There's no reward big enough to cover that risk.

We did not know nearly as much about head injuries as we do now.

But I can't tell you with certainty that I would have done things different if I

had known that.

I felt like the world had offered me this canvas to create surreal, sublime

performance art. And there were some bumps in the road, but...

It was a pretty magical way to make a living.

On certain nights when things were really good, it was one of the most

feelings in the world.