10 Pro Wrestling Scandals You've Probably Never Heard Of

5. The Geriatric Jackhammer

Vince Mcmahon Torrie Wilson
WWE.com

On 11 February 2006, the chairman of what was then styled World Wrestling Entertainment, Vincent Kennedy McMahon, was in the newspapers for something completely unrelated to professional wrestling… and for a change, it wasn’t for one of his many failed business ventures or accusations of dealing in anabolic steroids.

No, the man who would regularly play up his in-ring character’s infidelities for heel heat was accused of sexual harassment in real life, when a twenty-two year old employee of a massage parlour in Boca Raton, Florida that McMahon occasionally frequented called the police to inform them that he had propositioned her while using the facilities at her place of work.

Allegedly, McMahon asked to borrow her phone, which he then used to take pictures of his infamous genetic jackhammer and massive grapefruits to show her later on. Supposedly, after his tanning session was finished, McMahon then tried to kiss her and remove her shirt.

The accusations were an embarrassment, of course - there’s no multi-millionaire legend of his industry who enjoys being painted as a dirty old man in the media. WWE’s attack dog Jerry McDevitt informed Boca Raton police that McMahon hadn’t even been in town that Sunday: Boca Raton was the location of one of the family’s vacation homes, but the workaholic wasn’t there.

However, even taking into account that evidence and his vehement denial, the accusations vanished with suspicious speed. It’s unlikely that McMahon or McDevitt’s notorious pride would have allowed them to simply pay off his accuser… perhaps the predatory lawyer simply ate her for breakfast and went home again.

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