Jeff Jarrett Recalls The Day Owen Hart Passed Away

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WWE Hall of Famer Jeff Jarrett, who is currently working for the company as an agent, spoke on his My World podcast about the late Owen Hart. 

Hart passed away on May 23, 1999 after a tragic accident at the WWE Over the Edge pay-per-view when he was trying to make a superhero-like entrance from the ceiling of the arena while being lowered down.

“Prior to today, I’ve never really said some of these things publicly, but this is a part of my story that I didn’t process for so long.  I’ve only taken bits and pieces…Matt Miller came and said, ‘Owen, they want you now because you have to go up in the rafters.  I knew I was on after Owen.  I went down to gorilla and then came back.  Owen was taking off with his garb and his outfit.  I went into the dressing room and I already had boots and tights on, but no shirt and no glasses…I can remember this kind of stuff, literally like it was yesterday of Matt running up the halls saying, ‘Jeff you’re up. You’re up.  You’re up.’  I said, ‘What?’ thinking he was ribbing and he said, ‘Jeff, you’re up.’  I said, ‘Owen is up.’  He said, ‘No, Owen fell.’  That convinced me though that I’m up.  Then I heard several screams, ‘Jeff.’  All of a sudden I’m taking off, I go, and as I get down there, people in production said, ‘We’re going to do a promo.’  I thought, ‘Do a promo?” 

I can tell you if you’ve ever been to a car wreck or even hospitals, the heaviness of the room, of the area, but they said, ‘You have to do a promo.’  That’s when I thought, ‘He didn’t fall or blow out a knee.  This is a lot more than Owen fell.’  When they pulled me over, and the interviewer, and where it was at, 30 feet from gorilla, and as they’re going, Franceswa, I have a vivid memory, he was a trainer, there is a mass of people and it is a gurney, and Franceswa is up on top and giving chest compressions.  To this day, I’ve never watched any of this event back.  I didn’t watch the promo, none of that.  But, I vividly remember the feeling of ‘In 3,2,1’ and the promo rolls.  I finished it.  Off we go.  They grabbed me and said, ‘Go right to the ring.’  Walking down that ring, and getting up, and again, these are thoughts I’ve stuffed for 18 years.  But, getting up in that ring, and walking around like I do before matches, knowing that if I’m first entrant, second entrance, and going to the place where Owen had fell, and feeling the ring.  Again, I guess you can say the luxury of processing things that, to this day, when you hear about, in treatment I was taught about PTSD, post traumatic stress disorder, I always thought that was for folks that went to war, but being up in that ring and feeling that, that’s when the heaviness came over.  It’s therapeutic now for me to process the feelings and talk about it, but coming through the curtain and Matt standing there, and I said, ‘Get me a car now.’ 

He said, ‘We got it for you.’ I ran up and grabbed my bags and came down.  Matt said, ‘Over here’, and they had me a cop car…The car took off fast.  I immediately start bowing my head and thinking.  I asked the officer ‘What do you know?’  No answer.  I asked again, nothing.  I banged on the partition.  I said, ‘Sir, I know you probably can’t tell me a lot.  Can you just please give me a head’s up?  We have to be getting close.’  Whatever I said, I can remember him looking over the corner of his shoulder and basically just saying, ‘It’s not good Jeff.’  Did I know he had passed?  No, but it was a lot different.  He pulled in there.  Out walks a nurse.  Out walks another nurse.  That’s when the news broke to me.  I can remember them saying, ‘Do you want to go in?’  I immediately said, ‘No.  Martha needs to be here, and the family.’  I stood outside.  It felt like an eternity.  I stood out there, and to this day, I don’t recall who came and got me, but I stood out there and sobbed and wept, and really couldn’t wrap my head around it.  The doctor came out and started talking to me.  That was a heavy, heavy day.”

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