On the latest episode of the DDP Snake Pit podcast, WWE Hall Of Famer Jake Roberts reflected on his time in WWE during the 1980s and the drug culture that came with it. Check out the highlights below:
âThe number of pills that were being handed out at the WWE, at the time, was mind-boggling. There was a doctor that would meet us in Hershey Park and he walked in with six or seven suitcases full of pills and steroids. That was a big foul-up because you could go in there and ask him for Valium, Halcion, steroids, pain pills, whatever your heart desired. And then what you do is you would try to find out what would get you from day-to-day. Because it was hard from day to day. When youâre only getting five or six hours of sleep a night, you canât go from the ring to a hotel room, lay down, and go to sleep. I donât give a d-mn who you are. Nobody in the world can do that, because youâve got such an adrenaline high going. âSo if you go to your hotel at say midnight, you need to eat something. Okay, there is another hour. Itâs 1:00 AM. âOkay. I need to lay down.â You still canât lay down. So, what do you do? You take a pill. The pill, you gotta get up at seven. Thatâs six hours. You were lucky you got six hours. Most of us had this down to where we would break Halcions up and just take bits and pieces because we knew if we took a half of one, we would sleep for three hours. And the good thing about Halcion was there was no after effect. If you took a Valium, youâre like âblah blah blahâ and it was horrible. But you could take a Halcion and three hours later you wake up and youâre ready to go.â
âBut what happened was people started taking too many of them and then you had some clowns that thought it was really funny if they snuck a couple of Halcion on you. And youâd be knocked out on a plane and they canât wake you up. Well, something is wrong with this guy. Next thing you know, theyâre putting you on a gurney, taking you to the hospital to find out what the hell is wrong with you. Or they do it to him in a bar and God knows what will happen. There were so many incidents in bars where guys will throw them in somebodyâs beer and people would drop them. âThere were guys taking advantage of girls by throwing them in their beers. They would pass out and when they woke up, if they were lucky, the only thing that happened to them was sex. But usually, somebody wanted to be funny and theyâd cut off all their hair or theyâd paint their face with a magic marker or theyâd do some horrible sh-t to them, pass them around guy to guy to guy. I was never a part of that. Never. Iâve never doped anybody, I guess because I was just too d-mn selfish. I wanted to save it all for myself. Thatâs what I think. I just couldnât see that. But some guys were so bad and they are so lucky they didnât kill anybody.â
âThey called it a rib instead of attempted murder, you know?. Itâs what it was. I mean, Outback Jack, it cost him his job. It got so out of control. I donât know how WWE got through it without people, well, people did die on the road. There were a few that died, in hotel rooms. And you wonder, did anyone help them die or did they do it themselves? I donât know. I donât know. I just know that it was out of control. Usually, there were a couple of guys, especially bad, if I see them at a bar, I went to a different bar. I didnât want to take that chance. Because I knew I was a marked man. The further up the ladder you were, the more marked you were. Their thinking was âif I can take that guy out, then maybe thereâs a spot for me.'â
âOh, it was intentional. Sure it was. They were trying to cost you your job. I was set up with cocaine. A guy set me up with cocaine and told me that there was a way to beat the test, and hereâs what I had to do. I said âman, I donât know about that.â He said âdude, Iâm telling you. Iâm going to do some. Watch and see.â So he did some. âAh man, I donât know.â He did some more. Goddamn. Now got this sh-t out in front of me and Iâm, oh my God, I want to do it and he said âIâve got the thing that beats the test.â âSo he did some more and I finally said âto the hell with itâ and I did it. The next day, there was a drug test. Isnât that weird? And Iâll be damned if he kept putting off taking his drug test, putting it off, and then he went out and wrestled and he had an eye injury that he had to be rushed to the hospital with. And he didnât take the test. I lost my job. I got popped. And so did Chavo Guerrero at the time. But that guy, the one that got us to do it? He skated free.â