10 Wrestlers Who HATED Losing
7. The Ultimate Warrior
Convincing the Ultimate Warrior to do a job was like convincing somebody born into billions to relinquish some of that wealth and give socialism the old college try.
Warrior didn't get cracked in the head by an Ole Anderson figure to even get his foot in the door; he was part of the steroid-powered gym rat generation of the 1980s, who bypassed the traditional, harrowing route into the industry. As such, feeling he was entitled to mega-stardom, he proved by several accounts to be virtually impossible to work with. He was also, quite simply, a bit of a piece of sh*t who deemed himself superior to everybody else by virtue of his sexual orientation and ethnicity. "Queering didn't make the world work," and the "poor, mostly black New Orleanians without cars," deserved the devastation brought by Hurricane Katrina because "they" "sit on their ass expecting someone else to hand them a wonderful, beautiful, healthy and wealthy life".
A deranged prick of a man, it's little wonder he never did a clean, televised job since becoming WWF Intercontinental Champion in 1998. Manager distractions, sceptre shots, fireball follies: Warrior quit, over and over again, before he was even in the vicinity of defeat.