As an old school fan who hates repetitive booking, I’m just glad the stupid MITB briefcase bit is now in the rearview for 2016, even if the new champion is a guy who can’t throw a working punch yet portrays a crazy brawler. But enough about Dean Ambrose, we’re here for Bret Hart and we’re getting even closer to Montreal.
Just after midnight, Jake Roberts stumbled through the front doors whacked out on something with three black prostitutes leading the way.
Jake Roberts living it up in South Africa 1996, everyone! I’m sure he was just preaching the word of God, right? Continue reading Highlights from Bret Hart’s Book: Part 9 (Rocky Edition)