The Guy Who Could Be Me, But

I Think My Fondest Memories Would Be With Sting, And Steamboat, Dusty And Er… I Made A Lot Of Money Wrestling Wahoo Mcdaniel And Jack Mulligan Too. It’d Be Hard To Pinpoint One.

It’s So Hard For Me To Sit Back Here In This Studio, Looking At A Guy Out Here, Hollering My Name!—when Last Year I Spent More Money, On Spilled Liquor, In Bars From One Side Of This World To The Other, Than You Made! You’re Talking To The Rolex Wearing, Diamond Ring Wearing, Kiss Stealing, Whoa! Wheelin Dealin’, Limosuine Riding, Jet Flying Son Of A Gun And I’m Having A Hard Time Holding These Alligators Down!

I'm Ric Flair! The Stylin', Profilin', Limousine Riding, Jet Flying, Kiss-stealing, Wheelin' N' Dealin' Son Of A Gun!

I Thought Chris Benoit Was Worthy Of Being A Horseman. I Thought Dean Melinko Was. Obviously I Thought Steven Michael Was, Though Obviously He Was Inexperienced, I Thought He Was A Perfect Fit As A Horseman. I Did Not Like The Paul Roma Deal. I Did Not Like Sid Vicious Or About Two Or Three Guys That They Put In There, I Just Couldn’t See It. I Couldn’t Stomach It, But I Had To.

I Don'’t Think There Was One. I Can'’t Name One. Not Because I Had A Lot Of Great Feuds, But It Would Be Hard To Say The Defining Feud.