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Ok believe Bill Goldberg could not escape a front headlock from Chris Jericho, as told by Chris Jericho, because Goldberg lolz didn't know how to wrestle 

[The Thread Killer]

Here is the story from Jericho’s book…
 

Goldberg was coming to the WWE.

I wasn’t too keen on him coming to the WWE either since the last time I’d worked with him in WCW was a complete disaster. But I had no choice and decided to make the best of it. On his first day, he came up behind me and slapped me on the back as hard as he could.

‘Hey Chris!’ he said loudly and sarcastically like he was Biff and I was McFly. I could tell he was still miffed about how things had gone with us in WCW.

I was willing to let the past stay there, but I made a promise to myself that I wasn’t going to let this guy throw his weight around in the WWE the way he did in WCW.

Coincidentally, a few minutes later, Vince asked me for a strange favor. ‘We’ve got Bill Goldberg coming in, and I want you to welcome him and help him out as much as you can.’

I don’t know if Vince knew about my past with Goldberg—he’d never asked me to help anybody else before. But I told him I’d be happy to do what I could to help him adjust to his new environment. And I intended to do just that.

Until Milwaukee.

It was Goldfinch’s first Raw, and I worked with HHH vs. Shawn and Booker T.

After the match, I was pulled aside and informed that Goldsmith had spent the entire match barking to Nash about how I didn’t know how to sell properly and how I hadn’t wanted to do business with him in WCW.

This pissed me off because I never had a problem selling for him or anybody else for that matter. I’ve always done business, and it was business I was trying to do when I wanted to put Bill over properly in WCW. But it was obvious that he still had a chip on his shoulder when it came to me.

It made me mad that he had only been with the company for a little over a week, and he was already up to his old tricks. It was time to put a stop to it right now.

I marched straight into the dressing room and saw Nash sitting in the corner like a giant praying mantis acting like he owned the place, while Billy Boy sat across from him with a self-indulgent smile on his face. Throwing caution to the wind, I stood in front of him and stared directly into his eyes.

‘I heard you were saying some stuff about me during my match. I don’t know if you realize it, but things have changed. This isn’t WCW. If you have something to say to me, say it to my face.’

Goldberg gave a shaky laugh and said, ‘I didn’t say anything about you.’

‘Bullshit. I know you did.’

Something snapped in the Burgermeister, and he jumped to his feet. ‘Oh yeah? What about all that stuff you were saying about me on the Internet?’

Internet? Internet?? You’ve got to be kidding me! I didn’t spend enough time on the Internet to check out Club Jenna properly, let alone talk shit about Bill Fucking Goldeye.

‘What are you talking about?’

A vein in his neck popped out like a worm as he shouted back, ‘Mike Tenay told me that you said stuff about me on the Internet!’

I looked at him in disbelief and said, ‘Listen, Bill. It’s simple. I could be your best friend in this company or your worst enemy. We’re probably going to be working with each other at some point, and I could either make you look like a million bucks or make you look like shit, and you wouldn’t know the difference! We’re all here to make money and do business together, so just fucking relax!’

‘You never wanted to do the job for me in WCW! You’re a prima donna!’

‘You’re totally wrong about th—’ Before I could finish the sentence, Goldfish grunted like a Neanderthal (the vein in his neck now resembling a corpulent slug) and grabbed me by the throat.

Now, let me preface the rest of this Goldberg fight story by saying that I’m not the toughest man in the world, nor have I ever claimed to be. However, when someone puts their hand on my throat and begins to squeeze, it’s time to throw hands.

Am I right? Let’s take a vote to make sure: All in favor that a hand on the throat preceded by a prehistoric growl is a provocation to fight, say aye.

Okay, we’re all in agreement on that, then—except for that one guy in Peoria, and your case is weak.

Once Goldster made his move, I reacted the only way I knew how. I swatted his hand off my throat and gave him a two-handed push to the chest. He rushed forward with his head down and tried to tackle me, like the ex– NFL lineman that he was.

I stepped to the side like the world’s worst matador and grabbed him in a front facelock. It was the only shoot hold I knew, one that harkened back to my days bouncing at Malarkey’s in Calgary. I think I surprised the shit out of him with my lethal hold and was able to power him down to the ground, applying pressure because I knew if I pushed his throat into his chest long enough, he might pass out.

I really hoped that he would go to sleep because I was sure that he was going to fire up and kick the shit out of me. I mean, come on, have you ever seen this guy? He is massive!

I continued to hold my ground and couldn’t figure out why he wasn’t fighting back. I got a little lazy and released the pressure slightly, and suddenly he rolled on top of me. I was freaking out at this point, convinced that he was going to eat me, but I held on to my patented front facelock.

He started bucking around like a mechanical bull, but surprisingly I was able to use his momentum against him to roll him over again. Yee-haw!!

Jericho 2, Goldie 0.

It was like WCW all over again—except this time, it was real.

I was getting cocky at this point because he wasn’t moving. In the back of my mind, I still had the idea that he was going to morph into a savage animal, throw me off, and draw and quarter me. But he never did.

It seemed that the Goldschlager was all smoke and mirrors. Maybe he’d always gotten by on the intimidation factor and had never been tested. Maybe he was being nice and didn’t want to fight back because he was the new kid on the block. If that was the case, this muscle-bound Joey McIntyre was getting manhandled.

With adrenaline surging through my veins and my confidence rolling, I thought of the Japanese magazines Funaki had brought into the dressing room earlier in the day containing pictures of Royce Gracie fighting.

Gracie’s calling card was a front facelock with his legs scissored around his opponent’s midsection, and after seeing photos of him doing the hold, I decided to give it a try. I egged him on as I crossed my legs around his midsection: ‘C’mon, Mr. Shooter! Try to get out of this one!’

He got to his feet again, and we busted through the doors at the back of the dressing room, straight into the hallway filled with surprised fans who got a bonus match that night.

We scuffled back into the dressing room and were finally broken up by Arn Anderson, Terry Taylor, Hurricane, Christian, and Booker T. Nash Mantis continued to sit in his chair in the corner of the room watching the festivities.

Goldfinger and I were separated, and if you’ve ever been in a fight that’s been broken up by your friends, you can probably relate to what happened next.

As Christian and Hurricane were restraining me, they were inadvertently setting me up to be murdered at the same time because when Goldsworthy broke free of the pack, they still had my arms pinned to my sides.

‘Let go! Let go! He’s going to kill me!’ I screamed, closing my eyes and preparing to have my face caved in.

They realized what was going on and let me go at the last minute, but it was too late. He broke through and reared his fist back. I tensed up and prepared for him to knock my block off, but—he started pulling my hair instead.

I couldn’t believe that the mighty Berggold was tugging at my hair like a five-year-old during playtime. What was up with this guy?

I figured if he hadn’t knocked me out yet, he was never going to. So I pried his hand out of my hair and pie-faced him as hard as I could. He stumbled back and stared at me in surprise.

I was done with this bitch fight, and I screamed, ‘What the hell is wrong with you, man? You’re acting like a goof!’ Goldrush screamed back, ‘Your mother is a fucking goof!’

Booker T got the most quizzical look on his face as he chewed on the unlit cigar he always seemed to have in his mouth and said, ‘Hold up! Did you just say his mother is a fucking goof? That’s the worst insult I ever heard, man.’

We continued jaw-jacking back and forth until we both calmed down. We were separated into our respective corners, and after a few minutes, I walked back over to Billbo.

Matter-of-factly, I said, ‘Here’s the deal. You can shake my hand right now, and we can forget about this. Or we can come to work and do this every single week. I don’t give a shit either way. Your call.’

GoGoBoy looked me in the eye, stuck out his hand to shake mine, and we called a truce.

I walked back to my chair and saw a text on my phone from Disco Inferno, who had already heard that Goldbone and I had gotten into a fight. It had been ten minutes.

Telephone, telegraph, tell a wrestler. For the next week, everybody I knew in the business called or pulled me aside to ask me about the BIG FIGHT.

I was forced to relay the lion’s tale over and over again to everyone from Bruce Prichard to Jim Ross to Gerry Brisco to the champ himself.

I was surprised when I answered the phone a few days later and heard Ric Flair’s distinctive voice.

‘Chris, there are guys in this business who want to bring you down, but when you’re a great worker, nobody can ever touch that. Don’t fall into these traps. Don’t let these guys get into your head. You’re too good for that; you’re too talented. It’s beneath you.’

Once again, Flair’s words put perspective on things. I had just bested Vince’s new acquisition, and I wasn’t sure how everybody would feel about it.

The gossip girls were in full force for this juicy tidbit, and I still get asked about it all the time. In a way, I feel bad for Bill, as deep down I know he’s got a good heart, but when our international incident happened, it really got him off on the wrong foot with a lot of guys in the dressing room.

When the word got out that David had taken down Goliath, I gained admiration while Goldberg gained more resentment than he already had.

But not everybody admired me after the brawl.

A week later, in Richmond, Virginia, I got word that Vince wanted to talk to me. ‘I’ve got a bone to pick with you.’

‘I’m sorry about the fight, boss.’

Vince replied, ‘That’s not why I’m upset with you. I’m upset because you didn’t tell me about it yourself.’

‘I didn’t think you’d want to hear that I just took down Goldberg."

Vince replied in a stern voice, ‘Chris, I need to know these things.’

He then repeated one of his favorite themes, ‘I’m not just trying to teach you wrestling lessons, I’m trying to teach you about life. I’m your boss, and if something like that happens, I should be the first person you call. And if anything like that ever happens again, I want to hear it from you.’

After our brawl, Goldberg and I became very cordial with each other, almost friendly. We ended up having a good match at a PPV in Houston (when I walked into Gorilla afterward, I received no reaction, and when Goldberg walked through, Vince gave him a standing ovation—grrrrr).

Bill even invited me to fly on his private plane a few times. I think he was embarrassed that he got into the fight with me during his very first week of work with the WWE and wanted to show his good side.

I think it still bothers him that his status as a badass (great album title) will always be tarnished by the fact that Chris Jericho took him down. Bret Hart wrote an article in the Calgary Sun about how ‘Jericho used the moves that Stu Hart taught him in the dungeon to stretch Goldberg.’

If I died tomorrow, it would probably be my biggest legacy among other wrestlers.

But let’s be honest. I’d like to say that in no way, shape, or form would I want to go through that with Goldberg again. He’s a big man, and he studies the art of fighting. I’m just a wiry guy from Winnipeg who was sick of being buried and reacted accordingly.

I surprised him with my ruthless aggression, and he was stuck in a moment that he couldn’t get out of and didn’t know what to do. I basically held on for dear life and was credited with the win.

Suffice it to say there will never be a rematch.

But for the record, the final score of the Jericho vs. Goldberg Fight is Jericho 1, Goldberg 0.

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Well there was also that time where Regal had to get Goldberg to settle the fuck down in their match on Nitro. 

[El-P]

No one except those involved will ever know for sure. The only thing sure about Goldy, is that he was an incompetent fuck who bought his own hype and did not take care of his opponents, ending the career of one of the greatest pro-wrestler ever. So, well, fuck him. I guess he'll be back for the next Blood Money show too.

[KawadaSmile]

Wasn't there a moment in time where Hunico was the deadliest shooter ever? Or that one time in which the Usos and Erick Rowan had to deal with a drunken Big Cass, who was terrorizing Carmella?

[NintendoLogic]

34 minutes ago, El-P said:

Regal made him look like a complete fool and toyed with him for five minutes live on TV. 

Regal wasn't shooting on Goldberg. He was trying to have a competitive wrestling match. He kept giving Goldberg openings, but Goldberg didn't capitalize and looked lost because he had only worked squashes at that point.

[El-P]

6 minutes ago, NintendoLogic said:

Regal wasn't shooting on Goldberg. He was trying to have a competitive wrestling match. He kept giving Goldberg openings, but Goldberg didn't capitalize and looked lost because he had only worked squashes at that point.

Doesn't matter. The folklore will always remains that Regal shoot on Goldy to humble him. And yeah, no matter what the version is, he still made a fool out of him anyway, whether that was intentional or not. And maybe the fact Regal wasn't supposed to have a competitive wrestling match (which Goldy really did not have until the DDP HH PPV match, as he pretty much disposed of everyone until then, including US champ Raven and WCW champ Hogan) actually qualifies as Regal "shooting" on him. 

[Timbo Slice]

It’s funny how abundantly clear it is that preconceptions drive how people respond to stories like Goldberg/Jericho. 
 

I also don’t really give a fuck about it because it’s really a non-story, but that being a microcosm of how folks are responding to the AEW stuff is pitch perfect. 

[El-P]

25 minutes ago, Timbo Slice said:

It’s funny how abundantly clear it is that preconceptions drive how people respond to stories like Goldberg/Jericho. 

Of course. Like with everything else.

The kinda "reverse" story is Hogan putting Verne into a facelook (I think) when Verne challenged him in the locker room. Of course the legit shooter was gonna humble the big dumb bass player with big muscles, except the big dumb bass player had been trained by Hiro Matsuda and was actually quite strong too.

[The Thread Killer]

Change of topic…

AEW is coming to Toronto in October. The tickets went on sale today. The cheapest tickets I could find were $290 a piece. That’s goddamn insane. Are tickets that expensive for them everywhere, or is that the Canadian ticket broker?

[sek69]

Both times I went to Dynamite tapings tickets were like $25 each. I would imagine it's a combo of the first time in Canada and scalpers/brokers. 

[El-P]

Scalpers are parasites and should have their balls cut off. That's all I have for now.

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1 hour ago, El-P said:

Doesn't matter. The folklore will always remains that Regal shoot on Goldy to humble him. And yeah, no matter what the version is, he still made a fool out of him anyway, whether that was intentional or not. And maybe the fact Regal wasn't supposed to have a competitive wrestling match (which Goldy really did not have until the DDP HH PPV match, as he pretty much disposed of everyone until then, including US champ Raven and WCW champ Hogan) actually qualifies as Regal "shooting" on him. 

The folklore is stupid. Without the internet mythology, it just looks like a competitive match where Regal put up more of a fight than most of Goldberg's opponent. There was an early match with Jerry Flynn that was worked pretty much the same way and no one has ever said Jerry Flynn shot on Goldberg.

[El-P]

The folklore is part of what makes it fun. At least that was it 25 years ago. Now everything is insults on Twitter, apologies and harassement (in whatever order). Until the next drama unfolds. Rince, repeat. There's no time to even produce a folklore, really. It's just a bunch of epidermic polarized reactions to everything.

[The Thread Killer]

1 hour ago, sek69 said:

Both times I went to Dynamite tapings tickets were like $25 each. I would imagine it's a combo of the first time in Canada and scalpers/brokers. 

These prices are absolutely insane. I have been looking everywhere since the tickets went on sale. I personally have no interest in going to see live wrestling ever again as long as I live. I swore off ever attending a live event again after ROH/NJPW War of the Worlds 2016 in Toronto. But I have a friend who is disabled and is an AEW fan (that’s not his disability) and he really wants to go. I would like to help the guy, so I would break my vow and actually go to the show with him.

I have been checking all of the ticket sites since the tickets went on sale this morning. Most of the decent seats are literally going for more than $400 apiece, and the cheapest I can find are about $290 apiece. Even the approved broker Ticketmaster are selling them for that much. That’s obscene.

I already had a strong moral objection over having to actually pay money out of my own pocket to see Kenny Omega and the Young Bucks. I feel I should be paid to have to watch them. But I was going to go, for my friend. With these prices, once you factor in tickets, service charges, tax, and transportation and parking…it’s entirely conceivable that the cost for two people would be close to $700, and that’s not including refreshments and merchandise. That’s just madness.

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From what I've seen in the video game world, it seems like Canadians get fucked on pricing for everything even if the currency exchange rate isn't bad. 

[The Thread Killer]

7 minutes ago, sek69 said:

From what I've seen in the video game world, it seems like Canadians get fucked on pricing for everything even if the currency exchange rate isn't bad. 

WWE RAW was in Toronto this week, and it actually sold out. Probably because the local media was hyping the fact that it was Edge’s first time wrestling in Toronto in almost a decade. The tickets were $50-$60 which is close to what I was expecting to pay for the AEW tickets although I was more than happy to pay $200 all in for both tickets, that would have been fair in my opinion. WWE was running the Scotiabank Arena which is a nicer arena than the AEW is running.

I think you were right sek, this is probably scalpers. Ticketmaster should not be allowing people to resell tickets for these prices, but I would love to know what the original price that AEW set was.

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4 hours ago, sek69 said:

From what I've seen in the video game world, it seems like Canadians get fucked on pricing for everything even if the currency exchange rate isn't bad. 

Definitely. I think that's always been the case going back to at least the SNES/Genesis days if not the NES/SMS days.

[NintendoLogic]

I know we moved past that conversation, but I just thought of another famous backstage confrontation. Karl Gotch and Bill Miller did a number on Buddy Rogers and broke his hand. I believe that led to Gotch being blacklisted for a time because it put the NWA's champion and biggest drawing card out of action.

[PeteF3]

13 hours ago, NintendoLogic said:

I know we moved past that conversation, but I just thought of another famous backstage confrontation. Karl Gotch and Bill Miller did a number on Buddy Rogers and broke his hand. I believe that led to Gotch being blacklisted for a time because it put the NWA's champion and biggest drawing card out of action.

Also way late to this topic, but another in terms of fan perception: Erik Watts effortlessly flipping Rick Rude over from an amateur stance, after Rude loudly bragged about how no one in the locker room could do so. That one doesn't get told a lot in the same breath as Rude clocking Ultimate Warrior or PN News, does it?

[The Thread Killer]

I had never heard that story, that’s awesome.

[KawadaSmile]

Fish's contract will not be renewed. While I don't really care for the guy, this does provide more fodder for the "CM Punk is a douche" folder. The news broke out the week after he spent days mocking Punk's shitty form? Nothing suspicious about this!

But this could be a sign that KOR and Cole could go back to WWE. Gimme Diamond Mine (Creeds and Kemp) and Bron Breakker vs Undisputed Era, motherfuckers.

[Perfectly Straightedge]

Yeah I wouldn’t bet on that happening soon. TK already said Cole signed long term along with Black on Busted Open. 

I never really cared for Fish one way or the other. Didn’t like him in RoH, nXt or AEW. He has a cool mustache but that’s about it. Probably didn’t help he said he would go to war for HHH. So I assume he is a HHH guy. Which as you can see helps people tremendously right now. 

I have no idea how long KoR has signed for either but with Cole, TK made it sound signed for 5 years and if that’s the case. 5 years is a lifetime in wrestling years when you break it down. It could be less but TK strongly hinted that it was for a while same with Black. 

[C.S.]

I never want to see anyone lose their job, but I also never understood the point of AEW bringing in Fish, Tony Nese, Matt Sydal (is he still there?), and other ham 'n eggers like that who are a dime a dozen and have never made a difference anywhere. 

21 minutes ago, KawadaSmile said:

The news broke out the week after he spent days mocking Punk's shitty form? Nothing suspicious about this!

I assume Fish already knew he was a goner by the time he made those tweets, but if they're the reason he's being let go, good riddance - acting like an unprofessional jackoff about a co-worker's ring skills when yours are the drizzling shits in comparison, and you're not 1/10th the star, is a more than valid reason for TK not to re-sign someone. 

[sek69]

On 8/30/2022 at 10:16 PM, NintendoLogic said:

I know we moved past that conversation, but I just thought of another famous backstage confrontation. Karl Gotch and Bill Miller did a number on Buddy Rogers and broke his hand. I believe that led to Gotch being blacklisted for a time because it put the NWA's champion and biggest drawing card out of action.

Buddy must have been fun to work with, I know the NWA had to threaten to donate his championship deposit to charity and put him in the ring with Lou Thesz to make sure he finally dropped the belt. Also pretty sure Bruno had to give him the "we can do this the easy way or the hard way" talk so he would drop the WWWF title.