You'll have to excuse me, I've been avoiding this place like the plague as well as all wrestling related web sites for the past month or so. The reason being is because I didn't want to hear anything about anyone going into Mania. I wanted to maximize my enjoyment by going in dumb and blind and, for some measure, it worked.
Now, I'll get to Mania in just a moment, but theres something that I need to say. If Aview is Dave then call me Buck because this is going to be similar to something he wrote about THE man.
When I was three, there were things I knew for certain. The sky, it was blue. The grass, well thats green. The sun rises each day and it will for sure rise in the east and set in the west, and with it take a day along with it and bring in the night. And finally, I knew, as a child, that someplace somewhere, Slick Ric was stylin' and profilin' as the Worlds Heavyweight Champion.
Nobody told me about Flair. I didn't see him on tv, I didn't hear him on the radio, nothing...I just knew.
I grew up like that, knowing who Ric Flair was without being a wrestling fan. Sure, any kid will tell you growing up they knew who Hogan or Savage were. And why not? They were cartoons, characters, heroes. But Flair....Fliar was someone I respected before I knew what respect was, and it was because I KNEW! I KNEW I KNEW that he was the man. He was the Worlds Heavyweight Champion. Slick Ric. Whooooooooooo!
From childhood to adolescence, my life went on regardless of the world of professional wrestling, but still Flair wrestled. I finally became a wrestling fan come 1998, 1999, but I only paid attention to the WWF...and still, Flair continued to wrestle.
He wasn't where I was watching, but I knew he was out there.
Come the end of WCW and the brand extension. For the first time as a fan, I got to see The Nature Boy, LIVE, on my tv!
But....damn...hes old. This...this is Ric Flair? This is the guy who supposed to be stylin and profilin? This is the former Worlds Heavyweight Champion?
Meh.
What more can I say? Sure, hes entertaining....I guess, but, this guy certainly wasn't what I thought he was. I mean...come on.
Years went by, I grew as a fan and Flair, still, continued on. I learned how to use torrents, and youtube emerged. A rich history was finally available to a poor young fan like myself. I poured myself into the Attitude era, ECW, and WCW.
Flair continued on.
Whats this....NWA? What is NWA?
Flair Whooooooo'd
Ricky Steamboat? Dusty Rhodes? Harley Race? Say, I've heard of these guys before...somehwhere.
Flair styled.
Whoa, its the Road Warriors!?
Flair profiled.
Hot damn! Magnum TA? I heard was really cool.
Flair walked that aisle!
Tony Schiavone and Dave Crockett welcomed their guest to the interview table
Jet Flyin! Limosine Ridin! Kiss Stealin, Wheelin Dealin' SPACE MOUNTAIN, WHOOOOOOOOO, SUNUVA GUN!
Theres JJ Dillion, Arn and Ole Anderson, Tully Blanchard and...some..fluffy haired, sun glasses wearing....custom suit sportin'...World..Heavy..Champion Holdin'...no....it can't be.
THE MAN! RIC FLAIR!
I literally spent hours, days, WEEKS, completely taken in by this "Incandescent meteor breath". I got my hands on everything I could, from his cage match with Harley Race to his Rumble performance in 92 to his promos against Bischoff in WCW and more. But it was his promos, WHOOOO, that really got me. Sure, I had always known that Flair could cut a good promo but this was on a ridiculously higher level.
I tuned in on Monday nights from then on and watched Flair with that unfounded respect I once had as a child. However, it was no longer unfounded, and I was old enough to understand it. It took me his past to respect his present.
Even still, in my head, when I watched him go on Monday, every once in a while, a blurry over-image of that Worlds heavyweight champion surrounded the tanned sag of an old man. It came to a point where nostalgia turned into longing for the past turned into pain.
It was time. While he was still able to go out and have one last great match, it was time. There was no better person to have this match with. Not Steamboat, not Sting, not Luger or Hogan or Arn or Trips or anyone else but Shawn Michaels. The story told, the emotions that were conveyed.....there was just no other way, in my mind, this could have gone down any better.
But what did it for me....was that delayed vertical suplex. Take a moment and think about....not the move, but what it meant. Flair, he wasn't suplexing Michaels....he was holding up the weight of a legacy. He was holding onto all that he once was. He holding that up for THIRTY-FIVE YEARS....
And as Michaels' body began its descent to the mat...I swear I saw it all go away. Ric Flair had finally let go.
The career that spanned four decades, held 16 World Championships, hundreds of amazing matches and thousands of divine promos...had fallen to the mat in the form of Shawn Michaels' body.
The rest of the match was all about making it official. They told the story of Michaels not wanting to do it, but in the end having to...but for me it was that suplex.
To be the Man....you have to be Ric Flair.