I mean I can't be the only one who is getting some shard of comedic value out of this.
I mean just picture this. You're RIC FLAIR. You're in a new company, something a little bit less "big time" than the employer you worked for previously. While your career and legacy spans decades and dates back to the fucking Nixon Administration, you are now in a place with a plethora of up and comers, and while many of the workers are also older and have "paid their dues", many haven't.
So you're at a bar post show, a bar NEAR the studio, that MANY of the other wrestlers go to afterward. Your sweaty after another show, your skin is red and ragged, you're disappearing yet immaculate rag of hair is drenched, but you're the Nature Boy and "WOOOOOOO!", get me a drink! And then another. And another.
And then, after several, Ric is feeling buzzed, feeling like he's got his jet flyin', limousine ridin', wheelin and dealin son of a gun state of mind right where he wants it. He's the Nature Boy! So he's shooting the shit with of the guys, talking about the wrestling scene in general, and holy shit what is that guy over there doing? Holy hell who is that? Is that....is that one of those queer-mo-sexuals? Well "WOOOOOOOOOO!", I'm going to go set this kid straight. See, if you wanna beat the man, you gotta BEAT the man, but you're not supposed to "beat" him like that...
Seriously there have to be a million reasons to throw Flair under the bus that are better than this.
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