21.10.2004, 18:43
Und ein weiterer kleiner Ausblick auf das Buch von Harley Race.
In late 1985, I met with Geigle, O’Connor, Crockett and Gagne to discuss the future of the NWA. The meeting was held in the Delta Airlines Ambassador Room at Kansas City International Airport. It was a courtesy room reserved for ultra-frequent flyers like myself. Once again, we needed to come up with a plan to survive. This time, I had hoped to hear something different.
Crockett talked about how he was going to let his talent work for NWA territories across the nation, but that he needed to have a say in the match-ups and outcomes of the matches. Gagne replied by saying nobody was going to give orders in Minneapolis but him.
It was what I hoped wouldn’t happen, but what I mostly expected. Everyone wanted to protect their own territories and interests, but nobody had the vision or leadership to unite the NWA in a way that could return it to its former glory.
After the others had their say, I made the announcement that I suspected I would have to make. What I was about to tell them was tough, but I wanted to be man enough to tell them to their faces.
“Guys, effective today, I’m done,” I said. “Unlike many territory owners, I’m still at the age where I can shift gears and recover from my losses. I’m going to do what’s best for my family. I’m going to join the WWF.”
In late 1985, I met with Geigle, O’Connor, Crockett and Gagne to discuss the future of the NWA. The meeting was held in the Delta Airlines Ambassador Room at Kansas City International Airport. It was a courtesy room reserved for ultra-frequent flyers like myself. Once again, we needed to come up with a plan to survive. This time, I had hoped to hear something different.
Crockett talked about how he was going to let his talent work for NWA territories across the nation, but that he needed to have a say in the match-ups and outcomes of the matches. Gagne replied by saying nobody was going to give orders in Minneapolis but him.
It was what I hoped wouldn’t happen, but what I mostly expected. Everyone wanted to protect their own territories and interests, but nobody had the vision or leadership to unite the NWA in a way that could return it to its former glory.
After the others had their say, I made the announcement that I suspected I would have to make. What I was about to tell them was tough, but I wanted to be man enough to tell them to their faces.
“Guys, effective today, I’m done,” I said. “Unlike many territory owners, I’m still at the age where I can shift gears and recover from my losses. I’m going to do what’s best for my family. I’m going to join the WWF.”