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'NATURE BOY' RIC FLAIR!
 

A night to defy the critics, to put youth in its place and to stake a claim to a seventeenth World Heavyweight Title. Ric Flair's ACW debut at 'Dedication' was a great success... possibly the start of many great things. Flair faces a tough challenge next week against the enigmatic Chris Jericho, however that is not what is foremost in his thoughts as we join him as he celebrates on the evening, make that early morning, following 'Dedication'.

We join the Nature Boy as he strolls out of Madison Square Gardens dressed in a fine dark suit and with an evident swagger about him. That might have something to do with his victory or more likely something to do with the two beautiful women he has draped around him, one for each arm. Flair grins broadly, as he should, and heads towards a waiting limousine. As Flair approaches the limo we listen in on his conversation with his two lady friends.

" You get comfortable in there, girls. The Nature Boy will be right with you. WOO! "

With a wink and a smile Flair closes the limo door and turns around to address the camera. He seems as pleased with himself as ever, and he has every right to feel that way after a successful ACW debut.

" Did you see that? WOO! It could've been 1985 out there. I was cooking... and that poor Styles kid didn't stand a chance. The Nature Boy is back! WOO! "

Flair struts around outside the limo and chuckles to himself some more.

"  I had my doubters but I hope that tonight went some way to showing them that age is just a couple of numbers in front of your name. Those little numbers don't have to mean a damn thing! I feel like I'm twenty-five years old and I can go like I'm twenty-five years. If my victory wasn't enough proof then you can always ask those girls... they'll tell you that the Nature Boy can still go all night long. WOO! "

Flair let's out his trademark expression before becoming a little more serious in front of the camera.

"  You know there really isn't a whole lot that's changed in twenty five years. I'm still picking up victories and I'm still celebrating in style. I'm ready for a night that would make most men's dreams come true, it would be a night they'd remember for the rest of their lives. But, for Ric Flair a limo ride with gorgeous girls is just a way of life. It's all I've known... stylin' and profilin'! WOO! Now, I know that to some people a limo ride and a nice, new suit is something to shout about. I know there's plenty of boys in the back that are loving their new found glitz and glamour. I'm talking about those kids like MVP, John Morrison and Larry Sweeney. They're the young guns around here walking about like they own the place, like they're somebody right? "

Flair rolls his eyes and shakes his head.

" I'm sure they're living it up for now with their new found fame and fortune. But boys, how long is it going to last? Can you tell me that in five, ten... twenty-five years time you'll still be driving around in style with ladies on your arms? Time will tell but I'll be surprised to see any of them still living it up in years to come. See, at their age I had the expensive jewellery and watches, the nice rides, the wonderful women... I had it all. But, can they say they'll still have it all when their my age? I'm betting their stars will all fade sooner rather than later... I've seen too many come and go to think that MVP or John Morrison will still be shining in years to come. I'm the original limousine riding, jet flying, kiss stealing, wheeling dealing, son of a gun... and those boys ain't got anything on me. WOO! "

The more serious Flair composes himself and straightens up in front of the camera before continuing.

"  Honestly, I don't think much of the locker room these days. Standards ain't what they use to be and there's only so much that Ric Flair can do to sort things out. I use to be in a locker room with names like Dusty Rhodes, Sting, Terry Funk... so many great men. These days I don't see anybody who compares, it's a sorry sight. All I see these days are undeserving kids who can't back their big opinions up. When it comes time to get down and dirty they don't know what to do. Maybe, it's my old school attitude but I think we used to expect a little bit of courage, determination and guts from professional wrestlers. I know I'll always have a job in this company or in any other wrestling promotion, 'cause I've got those old school qualities that you just don't see anymore. I'll go all out every single night, I might end up a bloody mess but that's what you've got to do if you want to be at the top of this business. WOO!  "

Flair seems even more despondent as he talks about the current state of the business.

"  This business might well not be in the finest of shapes, but that can be turned around. It takes people to realise that they need heart, spirit and passion... rather than just the cute catchphrases and funny little comedy acts. You know the last thing this business needs is more of that. Haha... but wait a minute, we've got more of it headed out way in the shape Chris Jericho. The saviour of the wrestling business... I don't think so, buddy. "

Flair rolls his eyes once more.

"  Jericho finally worked out that he couldn't quite cut it as a musician or whatever, so he thinks he'll just waltz back into professional wrestling, huh? That's not the way it goes. You can't just come running back like that, Chris. You waved goodbye to wrestling and as far as I'm concerned you ain't welcome back. It's up to the Nature Boy to kick you back out the door. WOO! You ain't going to be saving anybody with your little act, so save yourself the trouble and stay away. If you try your usual act next Sunday then I'll be waiting for you. I'll be waiting to show you and rest of the world that it's passion that matters and passion that will save this business. WOO! "

Flair noticeably grits his teeth as he raises his voice.