15 years ago today, wrestling lost one of its greatest performers and I lost a close friend. Believe me, there was only one BRIAN PILLMAN. Thank God, because he WORE ME OUT.
Phone calls at 2 a.m. Or 3 a.m. "Brian, why didn't you just wait and call at 8 a.m.?" "Well...I'll be asleep then." Cockamamie scheming and plotting that would have left Wile E. Coyote scratching his head. Searching the crack dens of Cincinnati to find an ex-wife. Conning the entire wrestling world. Bobby Heenan (on live TV): "What the f*** are you doing?" Pillman (to Kevin Sullivan): "I respect you, booker man!" The gun angle. ECW. "It's all a work, you know"...then mainlining his arm with a fork. Coming to ringside in a wheelchair.
The best tag team EVER: THE HOLLYWOOD BLONDS. Stunning Steve Austin and Flyin' Brian Pillman. #BrushWithGreatness
I covered Super Bowl XXX in Tempe, Ariz., for the Post-Gazette. Brian was working his free-agency scam. He wanted me to give him my press pass so he could get into the stadium, sneak on the field, and chain himself to the goalpost. That certainly would have helped Brian achieve a lot of national notoriety. One problem...
Me: "Brian, I'd get fired. I'd never work in the media again."
Brian: "Well (long pause)...I can't be the only one making sacrifices."
Behold, a fraction of the greatness of BRIAN PILLMAN. Brian joins the Four Horsemen, which he was always so proud of. "The XXX Files," vignettes filmed after he "won" Goldust's valet (and real-life wife), Marlena/Terri. The first-ever TNT Monday Nitro match, a classic between Pillman and Japan's Jushin "Thunder" Liger. HOLLYWOOD BLONDS FOREVER.