We crashed one of the heels' parties in Denver. They put all the wrestlers on one floor in the Executive Inn, where there's only wrestlers on the floor. One night, Greg Gagne and I closed up the bar and we're on the elevator together. The arena was just across from the hotel and we had just worked against each other.We're on the elevator heading for the 13th floor, or whatever it was, and Greg starts taking off his clothes. I said, "What the hell are you doing?" He said, "We're going to go crash Heenan and Bockwinkle's party." I said, "Greg, we just worked ...!" He said, "So what. I know the boss." So I said, "If you're going to, I'm going to."
The door opens and Greg and I walk out holding hands, totally nude. All the heels and their girls were in the room. For some reason, nobody went back to the office and ratted on us.
