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WWE Chairman Vincent K. McMahon does not normally talk about his early life, unless he is talking about his own father Vincent J. McMahon. In an interview with Playboy magazine in 2002, McMahon revealed that his parents divorced when he was quite young, and that he grew up with a violent step-father.
<blockquote class='quote\\_blockquote'><dl><dt>Vince McMahon on his childhood</dt><dd> </dd></dl><div>
I grew up in a very volatile environment. My view was that if I took a beating and lived, I won.
I still have that view. It gives me a tremendous advantage, because I'm not afraid of failure. Don’t get me wrong - I hate failing. But I’m not afraid to take chances and fall on my ass, because if I live through it I’ll be better off, and I’ll win.
I lived in Manly, North Carolina, in a house with no in-door plumbing. That could get a little disconcerting in the wintertime and the summertime (it) wasn't much better, sitting on the privy with the heat and humidity and stench. Oh man, the flies! So when we moved to the trailer park, it wasn’t so bad. Trailer park isn't poverty. You don’t have much privacy, but there are nice things about it.
My parents got divorced and I went with my mom, Vickie. She was in the church choir. A real performer, a female Elmer Gantry. Very striking, with an excellent voice.
Lived with her and my real asshole of a stepfather, a man who enjoyed kicking people around: Leo Lupton.
It’s unfortunate he died before I could kill him.
I would have enjoyed that. I was the only one of the kids who would speak up, and that’s what provoked the attacks. You would think that after being on the receiving end of several attacks I would wisen up, but I couldn't.
I refused to. I felt I should say something, even though I knew what the result would be...
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Credit to Playboy Magazine & Wrestling’s Glory Days
<blockquote class='quote\\_blockquote'><dl><dt>Vince McMahon on his childhood</dt><dd> </dd></dl><div>
I grew up in a very volatile environment. My view was that if I took a beating and lived, I won.
I still have that view. It gives me a tremendous advantage, because I'm not afraid of failure. Don’t get me wrong - I hate failing. But I’m not afraid to take chances and fall on my ass, because if I live through it I’ll be better off, and I’ll win.
I lived in Manly, North Carolina, in a house with no in-door plumbing. That could get a little disconcerting in the wintertime and the summertime (it) wasn't much better, sitting on the privy with the heat and humidity and stench. Oh man, the flies! So when we moved to the trailer park, it wasn’t so bad. Trailer park isn't poverty. You don’t have much privacy, but there are nice things about it.
My parents got divorced and I went with my mom, Vickie. She was in the church choir. A real performer, a female Elmer Gantry. Very striking, with an excellent voice.
Lived with her and my real asshole of a stepfather, a man who enjoyed kicking people around: Leo Lupton.
It’s unfortunate he died before I could kill him.
I would have enjoyed that. I was the only one of the kids who would speak up, and that’s what provoked the attacks. You would think that after being on the receiving end of several attacks I would wisen up, but I couldn't.
I refused to. I felt I should say something, even though I knew what the result would be...
[/quote]
Credit to Playboy Magazine & Wrestling’s Glory Days