Why We Watch Wrestling, Exhibit A

Arabian Facebuster's plucky intern Chip has brought it to my attention that many of the recent posts on this site have been of a decidedly negative and belligerent tone. Sorry folks, but war ain't pretty.

In the interest of of bucking this trend, allow me to acquaint you all with this early 1980s montage of "Nature Boy" Ric Flair from what I believe is the old St. Louis territory. There is so much of Flair's offensive prowess, firepower, and variety on display -- stiff punches, chops, elbow smashes, knee drops, standing vertical and side suplexes, and of course the figure four leg lock -- all of it executed with a sense of crispness, fluidity, realism, purpose, and urgency sorely lacking in today's in-ring performances. Witnessing the stomping Flair puts on that anonymous black trunked wrestler at about the sixty second mark has already made my weekend!!!

Oh, and did I mention that there's also leer jets and lovely ladies!?

So sit back, pop open a frosty can of Iron City (or fifteen) and let the sounds of Pat Benatar envelop you as you give praise to the religious Deity you choose to worship (or not) for allowing Richard Fliehr to walk this earth.