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On Sale: March 6, 2007
384 pages ISBN: 1416531572 EAN: 9781416531579 Hardcover
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Non-Fiction Biography
What was I thinking? Another autobiography? A third? Who
did I think I was, Winston Churchill? Why would I want to
set my pen loose on hundreds of sheets of notebook paper
unless I really felt I had something worth writing about?
Besides, I had a wrestling comeback to prepare for,
mentally and physically, provided I could get Vince McMahon
and the WWE creative staff to embrace what I was sure was
the single greatest storyline of my career. Then it hit me: the storyline. I would give WWE fans
unprecedented access to World Wrestling Entertainment,
covering everything from conception to completion. I would
recount how I felt about specific interviews and matches,
whether they helped or hurt. I would expose the backstage
politics, shed some light on my rocky relationship with
Vince McMahon, offer insights into my personal dealings
with WWE Superstars, and tell stories about my favorite
Divas. But I wasn't interested in writing just a wrestling book. I
wanted to share moments from my personal life as well, from
a humorous look at my unlikely dinner with polarizing
neocon Paul Wolfowitz, to my haunting meeting with a
severely burned boy in Afghanistan, to my peculiar
obsession with a certain jolly old elf. I knew I could make the fans care about this storyline,
provided I could once again find the passion to make the
story come to life in arenas around the country and on
television sets around the world. Most importantly, I had to ask myself a vital question, one
upon which this whole idea, and therefore the book you
hold, hinges: Was I willing to become the first voluntary
member of the Vince McMahon "Kiss My Ass Club"? I sat on
the idea for a few days, to let the idea ripen and mature
in my mind, like a fine vintage wine, and to figure out if
I was really willing to kiss his ass. I mean, literally
kiss a man's ass. Sure, I'd been kissing the same guy's ass
figuratively for a decade. But this was different. Did I
really have the testicular fortitude required for such a
task? In front of millions? Including my wife and kids? I made the call.
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