Mr. Perfect's letter about Rick Rude
Sept 24, 2013 13:07:09 GMT -5
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A couple of you guys wanted to read this, I found the magazine that has the letter in. Unfortunately I don't have a scanner so ya'll will have to settle for this word for word retyping of it.
By Curt Hennig
.....When my best friend Rick Rude died, wrestling really lost one of the greatest artists in our business. The guy had everything it took to be the No. 1 man. He had the body, the psychology, and the look. He had no flaws as far as I'm concerned.
.....I knew Rick Rude for more than 25 years. We met in eighth grade in Robbinsdale, Minn. Rick and I were so alike, always scheming. I remember one time I stole a pair of hockey skates from this kid. I told Rick that I got these skates, and if he sells them for me we would split the money. Rick thought that was one heck of a deal. He took the skates and sold them - back to the kid I stole them from! When he got caught, he never told on me. That's the kind of friend he was. From that moment on, we knew we were best of friends. When someone doesn't stooge you off at that early of an age, that's really something.
.....Through the years our friendship grew, and we went on many hunting trips, outings, and had lots of memorable personal and professional years together in the WWF. I was Mr. Perfect, and he was Ravishing Rick Rude. Rick arrived in the WWF first. I had never worked a territory with him. We lost touch and hadn't talked in about two years. My initial appearance was to be in Tacoma, Wash., in 1988. When I found out that Rick was staying at the same hotel as me, I called him when I checked in earlier in the day. I told him, "Rick Rude, I'm here to kick your ass!". He said, "Who's this?" I told him that I was in the lobby and I was starting in the WWF today. He wanted to know whose spot I was taking. I told him "Yours!" We had a damn good laugh!
.....Rick's character inside the ring was one of a mean person who went for the women. Outside the ring, he was pretty much the same. If you even looked at him wrong or checked out the girl he was with, or something like that, he would want to fight. Some guys like to fight like I like to play golf. Rick Rude was an all-around son-of-a-bitch!
.....The last time I talked to him was the day before he died. He had just started with this shoot fighting interest. He had been taking some classes in it and had two sparring matches. He said he did really well and figures he might be able to compete. He wanted to perform so badly. He couldn't wrestle because of some insurance reasons. He thought when he came back to WCW he'd have a chance to at least manage me or be involved in some way, shape or form, but it didn't happen. He came home shortly after the session and told me he was having some trouble breathing. Keep in mind, 10 days before this he had been in a car wreck. He cracked three ribs and was put in the hospital. Fluid had accumulated in his lungs, and yet had fought that day.
.....When I got home from the funeral and the live Nitro in Fargo, N.D., I checked my answering machine. There were two messages from him. In the final one he asked me if I had Eric Bischoff's telephone number, that he needed to call him about something. Then he said, "I'll see you later." I still hear those words, "I'll see you later". I've kept that tape and will never let anything happen to it.
.....I don't want anyone to lump him in with those stories about wrestlers abusing drugs and steroids. Rick Rude was not on anything heavy duty. He may have been taking some pain pills for his ribs. I've heard some people say his death was a suicide. No way. He was too much of a man to do that. If he had a problem, he would face it. He would look death in the eye. He wouldn't coward out of anything he did in his whole life. He was he most standup guy I ever knew. I learned so much from him about being a man. He was a man's man, 100 percent!
.....My friend Rick Rude lived five lifetimes. In that respect, if God decided to flip the switch on me right now, I could probably just say thank you. We lived it up and had a great time. I just feel so sorry for his wife and three kids.
By Curt Hennig
.....When my best friend Rick Rude died, wrestling really lost one of the greatest artists in our business. The guy had everything it took to be the No. 1 man. He had the body, the psychology, and the look. He had no flaws as far as I'm concerned.
.....I knew Rick Rude for more than 25 years. We met in eighth grade in Robbinsdale, Minn. Rick and I were so alike, always scheming. I remember one time I stole a pair of hockey skates from this kid. I told Rick that I got these skates, and if he sells them for me we would split the money. Rick thought that was one heck of a deal. He took the skates and sold them - back to the kid I stole them from! When he got caught, he never told on me. That's the kind of friend he was. From that moment on, we knew we were best of friends. When someone doesn't stooge you off at that early of an age, that's really something.
.....Through the years our friendship grew, and we went on many hunting trips, outings, and had lots of memorable personal and professional years together in the WWF. I was Mr. Perfect, and he was Ravishing Rick Rude. Rick arrived in the WWF first. I had never worked a territory with him. We lost touch and hadn't talked in about two years. My initial appearance was to be in Tacoma, Wash., in 1988. When I found out that Rick was staying at the same hotel as me, I called him when I checked in earlier in the day. I told him, "Rick Rude, I'm here to kick your ass!". He said, "Who's this?" I told him that I was in the lobby and I was starting in the WWF today. He wanted to know whose spot I was taking. I told him "Yours!" We had a damn good laugh!
.....Rick's character inside the ring was one of a mean person who went for the women. Outside the ring, he was pretty much the same. If you even looked at him wrong or checked out the girl he was with, or something like that, he would want to fight. Some guys like to fight like I like to play golf. Rick Rude was an all-around son-of-a-bitch!
.....The last time I talked to him was the day before he died. He had just started with this shoot fighting interest. He had been taking some classes in it and had two sparring matches. He said he did really well and figures he might be able to compete. He wanted to perform so badly. He couldn't wrestle because of some insurance reasons. He thought when he came back to WCW he'd have a chance to at least manage me or be involved in some way, shape or form, but it didn't happen. He came home shortly after the session and told me he was having some trouble breathing. Keep in mind, 10 days before this he had been in a car wreck. He cracked three ribs and was put in the hospital. Fluid had accumulated in his lungs, and yet had fought that day.
.....When I got home from the funeral and the live Nitro in Fargo, N.D., I checked my answering machine. There were two messages from him. In the final one he asked me if I had Eric Bischoff's telephone number, that he needed to call him about something. Then he said, "I'll see you later." I still hear those words, "I'll see you later". I've kept that tape and will never let anything happen to it.
.....I don't want anyone to lump him in with those stories about wrestlers abusing drugs and steroids. Rick Rude was not on anything heavy duty. He may have been taking some pain pills for his ribs. I've heard some people say his death was a suicide. No way. He was too much of a man to do that. If he had a problem, he would face it. He would look death in the eye. He wouldn't coward out of anything he did in his whole life. He was he most standup guy I ever knew. I learned so much from him about being a man. He was a man's man, 100 percent!
.....My friend Rick Rude lived five lifetimes. In that respect, if God decided to flip the switch on me right now, I could probably just say thank you. We lived it up and had a great time. I just feel so sorry for his wife and three kids.
