So Hulk Hogan likes to use the N-word. Sigh. Well, there goes my childhood.

For those not in the know, here’s a breakdown of the terrible events:

1. Radio personality (and terrible human being) Bubba the Love Sponge lets his good buddy Hulk Hogan fuck his wife, Heather Clem (a woman who, since she’s married to Bubba the Love Sponge, we can only assume is also a terrible human being). Unbeknownst to Hogan, Bubba records the grisly event for posterity. What a pal!

2. The now infamous sex tape (I just threw up all over my keyboard) is leaked online. Creepy fucks with seriously questionable sexual tastes (AKA terrible people) download it.

3. Gawker publishes a clip online. Publisher Nick Denton (a terrible person who also thinks it’s okay to publish download links to unproduced screenplays) stands behind the act, saying, “Here was a newsworthy story,” and, “we are not embarrassed about it.” This gives you a good idea of what Gawker deems news, and shows it’s nearly impossible to embarrass Denton.

4. Hogan sues Gawker. A lengthy and expensive trial begins, during which transcripts of the sex tape (Again, seriously, why is a Hulk Hogan sex tape even a thing... now it’s also a book?!?) reveal that Hogan referred to black people as “fucking n-----s” and admits, “I am a racist, to a point.” To be read: Hulk Hogan is a terrible person.

Of course, based on the tone of the over-tanned leathery hide Hogan calls skin, he could get a pass on dropping an N-bomb. Unfortunately, Hogan is a wrestler—the Real American, for fuck’s sake—and not a member of NWA.

So no, Hogan, you don’t get a pass... even if you are darker than every member of The New Day.

WWE’s reaction to Hogan’s revealed racism was swift: “Hulk Hogan who?” They terminated Hogan’s contract and immediately pulled him as judge on Tough Enough. They also yanked his merch offline and from tables at live events, and have all but erased his entire existence from their website. He’s not even listed in the Hall of Fame anymore!

Of course, this will pass. A year from now, they’ll quietly bring him back because, at the end of the day, there’s money to be made. A shit-ton of it.

Here are five other wrestlers who, at one point or another, became an embarrassment to the industry, and probably won’t be showing up in the Hall of Fame anytime soon.

Chris Benoit

Yes, it is he who shall not be spoken of.

In the world of wrestling, Benoit is the blackest of sheep. Benoit won the World Heavyweight Championship at WrestleMania XX in March 2004. A little more than three years later, in June 2007, he killed his wife Nancy and seven-year-old son Daniel, and then hung around the house with their dead bodies for three days before finally hanging himself from his weight machine.

In the flurry of craziness that followed—at first it was thought the family had possibly been the victims of a break-in or burglary—WWE cancelled a live-event Raw taping on June 25^th and instead aired a three-hour tribute to Benoit and his career. Whoops.

The next day, Vince McMahon opened an episode of ECW stating that the company had decided to run the tribute before knowing all of the facts, and that there would be no mention of Benoit from there on out. To date, there hasn’t been.

Still, that hasn’t kept fans from doing it. When WWE released the video game WWE 2K15 last year, players created a Benoit character in the “create-a-wrestler” mode and uploaded him for others to use. WWE swiftly deleted the characters, and then banned said users from the game’s online community.

Even eight years later and from beyond the grave, Benoit is still giving the company the shakes.

CM Punk

Punk’s final WWE appearance was at Royal Rumble in January 2014, but no fanfare went along with his departure.

After that match, he just disappeared, never to be seen in the ring again. To be honest, this happens a lot in wrestling; talent comes and goes, but this was particularly surprising because Punk was a fan favorite who was selling a good amount of merch.

In late July, Punk stated he would never return to wrestling, but the exact why of it all would remain a mystery until November when he finally broke his silence on Colt Cabana’s Art of Wrestling podcast. Punk didn’t just dish dirt, he flung it into the faces of Vince and the company, like an angry chimp throwing handfuls of shit at the poor bastard cleaning his cage.

Punk’s accusations range from the obvious (no long-term plans for any wrestler who isn’t John Cena) to the shocking (pushed to keep working through injuries that could’ve killed him). The result: Punk was handed his official termination papers on his wedding day in June 2014.

It’s possible there could be reconciliation in the future, but for now mommy and daddy still seem to be in the “we’re no longer talking” phase of the divorce.

Also, to be clear, unlike everyone else on this list, Punk didn't do anything horrendous to the human race. He just left a lot of egg on the face of the company... and fans love him for it.

Thomas “The Dynamite Kid” Billington

Billington was Chris Benoit’s hero growing up which, if you’re Billington, should be a fucking terrifying truth. That’s like someone telling you, “You know, regardless of what you think of him, Charles Manson always liked you.”

Of course, we’re assuming it was Billington’s wrestling that Benoit admired—particularly his diving head butt—and not his other, awful-fucking-human-being traits, of which there were many.

Backstage, Billington was hated; he was a bully, would cut up guys’ clothes, put laxatives in their food/drink, and take shits in their gym bags. But while all of this could be written off as childish pranks on the job, his life at home was much worse.

One morning, his first wife woke up to find Billington holding a shotgun underneath her chin. The abuse he put his family through got so bad that she considered killing herself and their children just as a way to get away from him. Christ!

I guess if the company ever decides to induct the British Bulldogs into the Hall of Fame they’ll just have to give it to Davey Boy Smith and Matilda, both of whom are dead. RIP, Matilda!

José González

In the early '80s, González wrestled in the WWF as one half of the mid-card tag team The Invaders, but he was wrestling in Capitol Sport Promotion in Puerto Rico when he stabbed a fellow wrestler to death in the showers.

Yes, you read that correctly.

In July 1988, González asked Frank “Bruiser Brody” Goodish over to the showers to talk business. A scuffle ensued, and the entire locker room then heard moaning. Tony Atlas ran over to the showers to find González holding a knife while standing over Brody, who was bent over and holding his stomach.

Brody, who was so enormous that paramedics had a hard time getting him into the ambulance, died on his way to the hospital.

González was tried for involuntary homicide, but was later acquitted citing self-defense. To this day, nobody really knows what went down that day, but one thing is certain: González stabbed a guy to death in the showers... and he didn't even have to go to prison to do it! Or because of it!

Ion Croitoru

Croitoru started wrestling as a jobber in the WWF as Johnny K-9 in 1985, but wrestled as Bruiser Bedlam in previous outfits.

Croitoru's biggest appearance was a televised match against Hulk Hogan (and... it all comes full circle) in 1986, but that would pale in comparison to the long list of “accomplishments” he’d have later in life.

After becoming president of the Satan’s Choice Outlaw motorcycle gang, Croitoru really started to fill out his criminal resumé.

He was arrested for trafficking cocaine and convicted of assault. In 1996, he thought about blowing up a strip club because they kicked him out for wearing gang colors, but then changed his mind and decided to blow up a police station instead.

He was also charged with the 1998 execution-style murders of a husband and wife, and arrested again in 2009 when he was charged with conspiracy to commit murder against opposing gang members.

And he once bench pressed 625 pounds!

All of this is to say that, honestly, I’m kind of scared even having written this about him.

You do you, Croitoru! Who am I to judge?