bitching and shakign hesead

On February 7, I was flown down to Atlanta to sit in on a booking meeting that was supposed to
determine finally where The Hitman was going at WCW. I wasn’t surprised to find Hulk, Nash, Eric
and the rest of the booking committee playing God with the careers of the wrestlers. First off, Hogan
suddenly brought up rumors that I was going back to Vince, which would do big business. I
downplayed the chance of it ever happening, while knowing this fear was really the only leverage I
had anymore. The only thing bigger than a Hart-Hogan match would be if I did an angle with Vince,
but for all the money in the world, I would never let Vince make an angle out of something that hurt
so deeply. I let them know I was happy to put over anybody they wanted, but it seemed to me that it
didn’t make much sense to beat me so often considering what they were paying me. Bischoff and
Hogan stayed in the meeting just long enough to clear the way for me to work with Hogan in the fall.
After they left, Nash, who was the new captain of the booking committee, told me there was no
chance I’d be working with Hogan in the fall: he had Hogan with Gold-berg.



“Eric was just here and we were all in agreement.” I said. “Where were you?”



Nash walked off, bitching and shaking his head.