The Undertaker Reveals Why Hulk Hogan Deserved to Die!
“Did you feel bad for him?” The question was blunt. The Undertaker’s answer was even sharper: “No.” No sympathy, no pity, not even a hint of regret. To him, Hulk Hogan’s death wasn’t a tragedy. It was karma finally catching up to the so-called hero of professional wrestling. And if you know the full story, you might understand why.
For the Undertaker, this wasn’t just about old grudges inside the squared circle. It was about lies, manipulation, and betrayal — the kind that cuts deeper than any steel chair shot. And it all started on November 27, 1991, at the Survivor Series in Detroit. That night, Undertaker, only a year into his WWF career, was set to face Hulk Hogan for the WWF Championship. It should’ve been the greatest night of his young career. Instead, it became the night he realized Hulk Hogan was not the man the world thought he was.
From the very start, Hogan set the trap. Known for always arriving fashionably late to arenas, Hogan showed up before noon, hours earlier than usual, waiting for the Undertaker. Pulling him aside, Hogan claimed he had a neck injury and wasn’t sure he could take Undertaker’s tombstone piledriver. Over and over throughout the day, Hogan reminded him, whispering about his “bad neck.” It was psychological warfare, designed to plant fear and doubt. Undertaker, still a 24-year-old trying to earn his spot, reassured Hogan he’d protect him, that no harm would come his way. But Hogan wasn’t looking for reassurance — he was setting up an alibi.
When the match came, Undertaker executed the tombstone with perfect precision. Hogan’s head never touched the mat. But the moment Undertaker’s knees hit, Hogan started clutching his neck, wailing about pain, even collapsing backstage in Vince McMahon’s office with paramedics checking him. Undertaker, guilt-ridden, thought he had crippled wrestling’s “golden goose.” His own family had flown in to celebrate his championship victory, but instead, he was hiding behind a wall, shaking, thinking he had ended Hulk Hogan’s career.
Days later, when Undertaker finally saw the footage, the truth was undeniable: Hogan was never hurt. His head never came close to touching the mat. Confronting Hogan, Undertaker got nothing but another excuse: “You had me too tight, brother. I couldn’t move. That’s what hurt my neck.” In that moment, the Undertaker knew exactly who Hogan was — a manipulator, a man willing to destroy another wrestler’s reputation to protect his own ego.
And Undertaker wasn’t the only one Hogan burned. Jesse Ventura never forgave him for sabotaging a wrestler’s union in 1986, tipping off Vince McMahon and killing a movement that could have given wrestlers healthcare, retirement, and protection. Bret Hart despised him for politicking his way into stealing the WrestleMania IX spotlight and refusing to ever put Hart over. Billy Kidman was buried in WCW when Hogan mocked him publicly, saying he couldn’t draw flies at a flea market. Even Shawn Michaels mocked Hogan’s dishonesty by overselling their SummerSlam match in 2005 after Hogan backed out of an agreed storyline.
Behind the red and yellow and the “say your prayers and take your vitamins” image, Hogan’s career was built on half-truths, lies, and betrayals. He claimed Elvis Presley was a fan (Elvis died before Hogan’s career even began), claimed Metallica once asked him to be their bassist (Metallica laughed it off), and even lied about starring in movies that were never offered to him. He lied under oath during the steroid trial, only admitting the truth when forced by the court. For Undertaker, Hogan’s death wasn’t about losing a fellow legend. It was the final act in a story defined by deceit.
That’s why the Undertaker never felt bad. Because to him, Hulk Hogan’s death wasn’t the fall of a hero. It was the inevitable crash of a man who spent his entire career climbing over others, fueled by ego, lies, and manipulation. Karma, as Undertaker put it, finally came knocking. And this time, Hogan couldn’t kick out.
