Like a bat out of hell, a stretched limousine carrying Vince McMahon and his crew is barreling north on I-95 on a March night in 1985.

At 100 miles per hour, it was hard to pour champagne, so the boys just passed around the bubbly, taking swigs from the bottle between bumps of cocaine.

Jim Stewart, Vince's chauffeur, saw the belligerence from the rearview mirror and reduced his speed, wary of being pulled over with drugs in the car.

Let's go. Come on, Stewie, screw the cops. We get pulled over. I'll get out of it.

Vince wasn't one to let the law get in his way.

Plus, he had a lot to celebrate.

The group was headed back to Vince's home in Greenwich after pulling off the first ever

WrestleMania at Madison Square Garden.

20,000 fans packed the arena and a million more watched on pay-per-view as

Hulk Hogan faced off against Mr. T. The event gross $12 million, and Vince, who had just

taken over the wrestling organization from his dying father, was on top of the world.

Wrestlers have spoken about the addictive properties of stepping in the ring for the WWE, the frenetic energy of the crowd erupting as the wrestlers lock eyes, waiting on edge through

rounds of punishing slams and submissions until a victor emerges.

The collective adrenaline peaks at the fight's climax.

The crowd reacts not only to the fighting before them, but also to the storyline,

which has been playing out outside the ring over the past several weeks.

It was intoxicating.

Looking over the Coliseum like a Roman Emperor is Vince McMahon Jr.

He would have bottled the energy of the crowd and injected it straight into his veins if he could.

But for now, steroids would have to do the trick.

Vince was CEO and Puppet Master, approving the storylines, selecting the winners and the title holders,

not based on strength necessarily.

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