Post by Skeleton Crew on Feb 7, 2007 11:51:10 GMT -5
SCOTT HUDSON COLUMN: TO BEAT THE MAN
By: Scott Hudson
2/7/2007 9:33:22 AM
Ric Flair’s promo Monday night on Raw was spectacular. Not only because of what he said. Not only because we all think that what he said is what he really feels. Not only because it needed to be said. But also because of the expression on Carlito’s face during the promo. (Torrie’s expression, on the other hand, led me to believe her thought was something like, “Gee, I wonder if Kidman has hooked up with Stacy Keibler yet.”) But the promo Flair cut was not long enough. Yeah, I know that creative needed to have more time slotted for the scintillating exchange between Kenny Dykstra and Vince McMahon (almost as intellectually stimulating as the legendary Bobby Eaton / Johnny Ace debates), but still...So, at great personal risk to my well-being, I present the promo originally written for Ric Flair to deliver to Carlito Monday night before it was cut back to :45 seconds.
“You make me sick. You walk around here at Raw with a beautiful girl on your arm like you’re some kind of (bleep)ing star? I just lost a match to the Intercontinental Champion. A man who is a walking, talking PDR but who gets to keep the belt on this brand. Do you understand that I was headlining Starcade when he was drinking strained beets through a straw? But I am the one who now has to prove to a gluteal fixated, anabolic CEO that I still deserve a spot on the Raw roster!
And you. Born with a silver spoon in your fanny pack. Your old man’s forehead looks like the Catskills because he bled, sweated, and paid the price to carve out a territory in a territory. So tell me, Carly. What have you done? Pristine forehead and an apple. What the (bleep) kinda gimmick is an apple?! You look like a human troll doll. You look like the guy I would call to arrange for a little companionship and bottle of vino delivered to my suite at the Casa Alta Vista in Vieques - and not a wrestler.
You just want the money and stardom without the hard work. The money. Have you ever driven 300 miles one way gaped-mouthed and wide-eyed on greenies just for a $20.00 payoff? No. You haven’t. Have you ever had a wife pull you with pliers by the shorthairs to a courthouse and try to take everything you’ve bled, sweated and paid the price to earn? No. You haven’t. Do you know where your next meal is coming from? Of course you do, Chia. Catering. You want the world but the world is not enough. But, kid, you haven’t earned it. Its not about paying your dues. Its about showing respect. You want to waltz in here, play grabass with Torrie Wilson, eat an apple and call yourself a superstar?! You’re super(bleep). Bite your apple and spit it in the face of Pat O’Connor. Dory Funk, Jr. Jack Brisco. Harley Race. You eat an apple and spit it out? Those men would eat YOU and spit YOU out.
You’re 28 years old and you can still move. When I was 28, I could dance all night and dance a little longer. But now, an artificial hip, at 58? Are (bleep)ing kidding me? I can barely walk. But I’ll tell you what I can do. I can kick your ass. Because I’m a wrestler - not a superstar. I’m a wrestler - not an extremist. I’m a wrestler, pal. And you’re not. You’re a wannabe. A pretender to the throne that Ric Flair, the Nature Boy, still sits on. And I’ll sit on this throne until somebody knocks me off. And, kid, that ain’t gonna be you.
You want me to make you famous? I will. From now on everybody will remember your name as the person that an old man with a bad hip, a vengeful wife, and an expensive lawyer - beat up. You’ll be famous, punk. And I’ll still be on the throne. Because - to be the man, you have to beat the man, Carly. And. You. Are. Not. The. Man. There is only one Nature Boy.
Torrie, I’ll see you around midnight. And bring a friend.
WHOOOOO!!!!!!!”
Credit 1Wrestling
Too bad they didnt skip vince talking to kenny this would have been vintage Flair. even though mondays edited speech was good.
By: Scott Hudson
2/7/2007 9:33:22 AM
Ric Flair’s promo Monday night on Raw was spectacular. Not only because of what he said. Not only because we all think that what he said is what he really feels. Not only because it needed to be said. But also because of the expression on Carlito’s face during the promo. (Torrie’s expression, on the other hand, led me to believe her thought was something like, “Gee, I wonder if Kidman has hooked up with Stacy Keibler yet.”) But the promo Flair cut was not long enough. Yeah, I know that creative needed to have more time slotted for the scintillating exchange between Kenny Dykstra and Vince McMahon (almost as intellectually stimulating as the legendary Bobby Eaton / Johnny Ace debates), but still...So, at great personal risk to my well-being, I present the promo originally written for Ric Flair to deliver to Carlito Monday night before it was cut back to :45 seconds.
“You make me sick. You walk around here at Raw with a beautiful girl on your arm like you’re some kind of (bleep)ing star? I just lost a match to the Intercontinental Champion. A man who is a walking, talking PDR but who gets to keep the belt on this brand. Do you understand that I was headlining Starcade when he was drinking strained beets through a straw? But I am the one who now has to prove to a gluteal fixated, anabolic CEO that I still deserve a spot on the Raw roster!
And you. Born with a silver spoon in your fanny pack. Your old man’s forehead looks like the Catskills because he bled, sweated, and paid the price to carve out a territory in a territory. So tell me, Carly. What have you done? Pristine forehead and an apple. What the (bleep) kinda gimmick is an apple?! You look like a human troll doll. You look like the guy I would call to arrange for a little companionship and bottle of vino delivered to my suite at the Casa Alta Vista in Vieques - and not a wrestler.
You just want the money and stardom without the hard work. The money. Have you ever driven 300 miles one way gaped-mouthed and wide-eyed on greenies just for a $20.00 payoff? No. You haven’t. Have you ever had a wife pull you with pliers by the shorthairs to a courthouse and try to take everything you’ve bled, sweated and paid the price to earn? No. You haven’t. Do you know where your next meal is coming from? Of course you do, Chia. Catering. You want the world but the world is not enough. But, kid, you haven’t earned it. Its not about paying your dues. Its about showing respect. You want to waltz in here, play grabass with Torrie Wilson, eat an apple and call yourself a superstar?! You’re super(bleep). Bite your apple and spit it in the face of Pat O’Connor. Dory Funk, Jr. Jack Brisco. Harley Race. You eat an apple and spit it out? Those men would eat YOU and spit YOU out.
You’re 28 years old and you can still move. When I was 28, I could dance all night and dance a little longer. But now, an artificial hip, at 58? Are (bleep)ing kidding me? I can barely walk. But I’ll tell you what I can do. I can kick your ass. Because I’m a wrestler - not a superstar. I’m a wrestler - not an extremist. I’m a wrestler, pal. And you’re not. You’re a wannabe. A pretender to the throne that Ric Flair, the Nature Boy, still sits on. And I’ll sit on this throne until somebody knocks me off. And, kid, that ain’t gonna be you.
You want me to make you famous? I will. From now on everybody will remember your name as the person that an old man with a bad hip, a vengeful wife, and an expensive lawyer - beat up. You’ll be famous, punk. And I’ll still be on the throne. Because - to be the man, you have to beat the man, Carly. And. You. Are. Not. The. Man. There is only one Nature Boy.
Torrie, I’ll see you around midnight. And bring a friend.
WHOOOOO!!!!!!!”
Credit 1Wrestling
Too bad they didnt skip vince talking to kenny this would have been vintage Flair. even though mondays edited speech was good.
