here and here).
Sadly his time in WCW was fairly short, and I was soon to grow out of wrestling anyway. Years later, in the late 90s I again fell in love with the sport, the art, the entertainment of wrestling, and Mick Foley was now in WWF as Mankind. A heel monster who gradually changed into a human Muppet, by turns terrifying, death defying, electrifying, exciting, touching, hilarious. In all my years of watching wrestling I have never seen a more highly skilled performer.
Upon entering WWF he made these interviews in which he tells his genuine life story, but in the first incarnation of the character of Mankind; a jaded, disturbed, paranoid, self-harming monster. His improvised performance is mesmerising; Mick Foley is far far better than he need be to be a professional wrestler. As a result he was given free-reign to develop his own character, improvise interviews, and plan the course of both his matches and his career – a rare privilege in an industry dominated by steroid-addled, brain-damaged, meat-heads.
During the course of his career he has been key to many of the best matches, bumps, interviews and "bits" I have ever seen. He has lost teeth, blood, and even an ear. He has gained countless scars, cuts & burns, even the odd title or two. To this day I am still the proud owner of a Cactus Jack, Wanted: Dead t-shirt. Anyway...
This is that interview.
This is that interview.
- This day is call'd the feast of Crispian.
- He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
- Will stand a tip-toe when this day is named,
- And rouse him at the name of Crispian.
- He that shall live this day, and see old age,
- Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,
- And say, "To-morrow is Saint Crispian."
- Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars,
- And say, "These wounds I had on Crispin's day."
- Old men forget; yet all shall be forgot,
- But he'll remember with advantages
- What feats he did that day. Then shall our names,
- Familiar in his mouth as household words,
- Harry the King, Bedford, and Exeter,
- Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester,
- Be in their flowing cups freshly rememb'red.
- This story shall the good man teach his son;
- And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by,
- From this day to the ending of the world,
- But we in it shall be remembered-
- We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
- For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
- Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
- This day shall gentle his condition:
- And gentlemen in England now a-bed
- Shall think themselves accursed they were not here,
- And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
- That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day.
- -Henry V, Shakespeare