I hate it when people say that wrestling is fake. Big DUH. It’s like saying your favorite TV drama is fake. They call it “sports entertainment” for a reason, assholes. They’re telling sensational stories in the context of oily scantily clad men hitting each other with a steel chair. But my point doesn’t concern the pageantry and the drama of sports entertainment. I’m here to pay my respects to the greatest sports entertainer of all time who has finally retired after 36 years in the wrestling business. The limousine-ridin’, jet-flyin’, kiss-stealin’, wheelin’ dealin’ son of a gun, the stylin’ and profilin’ 16-time world heavyweight champion, the dirtiest player in the game, the Nature Boy, Ric Flair! WOOOOO!
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