"Nature Boy" Ric Flair (seen here closing yet another deal as part of his fledging predatory lending enterprise) has had enough of domesticity. No more leaf raking. No more driveway tarring. No more dust bustering. No more check book balancing. No more Live With Regis and Kelly. No more mid-morning games of cribbage and cup(s) o' scotch with the sweet, little old ladies from the neighborhood that are in the early stages of dementia. No more folding up his Costco Camping Mats with the utmost care and precision after another restless night spent on the breakfast nook floor of his yet palatial, yet sparsely appointed suburban Charlotte NC estate. No more filing frivolous lawsuits in his robe and slippers. And most certainly no more chauffeuring his son David thrice a week to sexual offender rehabilitation classes.It turns out Flair was in Orlando earlier this week to promote WrestleMania 24, charm the pants off the handful of credentialed local media that actually covered this non-event for the purposes of not having to feature yet another toy dog on water skis story during the obligatory "wacky human interest item" segment at the conclusion of the 10:00 newscast, and coyly pontificate about his future with the WWE. What then does the future hold in store for one of the greatest performer's in the history of the business? If Flair's insinuations are to be believed, its back to the kiss stealing, wheeling dealing, leer jet flying, limousine riding life as an active member of the WWE roster...perpetually kissing Vince McMahon's ass both on screen and off, spending his afternoon's practicing over and over again his patented "Flair flop" in an empty arena, working on the pitch and cadence of his "Woo" with America's preeminent voice coach, and putting up and coming stars -- the guys that will carry this business into the next decade -- like The Great Khali, Mark Henry, The Miz, Festus, and
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