terorizer said:
Surprising you dislike Flair so much. I always thought he was the best ever at taking a beating and making his opponent look good. Having played the heel most of his career, and the "privileged playboy" at that, fans always loved to see him "get his" by the hero of the moment.
I don't like him because he was just so fucking irritating! Same as Shawn Michaels. Brilliant performer, complete arsehole as a character. The Rock entertains me and echoes some of the character traits I'd use myself if I were ever to try and build my own character. Wise-arseing, stare-downing, pec-jumping badass! Flair and Michaels were just aggravating shitheads. (Again, I refer to the characters, not the men.)
The night I spent 16 quid on the One Nite Only PPV and he took the European Title off Tthe British Bulldog in the main event, helped by Chyna, Rick Rude and HHH, I nearly hurled the TV clean out of the window. And just how crap is it to only have Owen and Bret run to the rescue only after he'd lost the match?
The biggest clue to the child Jim about how orchestrated and scripted the business was, was the utter incompetence and gullibility of the referees; in particular, Earl Hebner. Gormlesness such as displayed by him could only have been part of a script. Selective blindness on his part to a degree that would make Stevie Wonder shake his head included when the Ultimate Warrior lost the WWF title at Royal Rumble 91, the Hart Foundation losing the tag titles at Wrestlemania VII, Bret Hart losing the WWF Title at Wrestlemania IX, Mr. Perfect being denied the IC title at Summerslam 93, more matches involving shawn Michaels and Ric Flair than even an astronomer could count and the very real life screwing of Bret Hart at that infamous Survivor Series match against Shawn Michaels.
The night Shawn beat Davey Boy he managed to completely miss three guys (and I mean GUYS) battering him outside the ring. It just took so much believability out of it. Even though you know it's scripted, it's got to be believable to a point. You've got to grab the audience by the balls and have their hearts and minds follow. That night just sucked!
The crowd weren't too chuffed either. Shawn was leaping up and down on the stage like a monkey with a toffee-apple up it's arse and waving the Euro belt. It was a perfect display of antagonism, such as few performers could have pulled off. The crowd responded with a bararge of bottles, hotdogs, beer, coins and spittle.
