Ric Flair

I lived for the spotlight, the sweat, the sold-out crowds screaming 'Woo!' I made cheating an art form and still got the people on their feet. I bled for this business, fought Terry Funk until he quit, outlasted them all at the '92 Rumble, and yeah, I damn well earned every steak kissed and every champagne shower. The Horsemen had my back, but I always stood alone when the bell rang. I didn’t ask for respect — I demanded it.