Certain things grow on you as you age. Blue cheese, the comedy of Stewart Lee, or - in my case - Ric Flair. Whereas I used to turn my nose up at even the Ric Flair matches of the finest vintage - against Savage, against Hogan, against Steamboat, against Dusty - rewatches have put them in a new light. Have you seen Flair's match against Sting at the first Clash of Champions? Phwoar. That's a belter.
People might remember Steve Austin as one half of the Hollywood Blondes, or one half of the Two Man Power Trip, or one half of, uh... Steve Austin and Dude Love. While he's obviously a very accomplished tag wrestler, and a very accomplished wrestler, let's not forget those few weeks before Triple H ran him over when he did nothing but phone it in in tag matches. Debilitating neck injury? Pull the other one!
If you read Bret Hart's book, you'd believe he was one of the best professional wrestlers ever. If you watched Bret Hart's matches, you'd believe he was one of the best professional wrestlers ever. And, you know, the Hart Foundation weren't anything to sneeze at either.
Andre the Giant - and you might not know this - was fucking tall. And very broad as well. Even for a wrestler. There's a reason his face is painted on buildings and t-shirts and he was in The Princess Bride.
There are so many different permutations that this match could have any outcome. Austin famously didn't play well with others - except for Brian Pillman, Triple H, The Undertaker, and, uh... Dude Love - so I could see him getting fed up with Flair begging off for the third time in the match, invading the ring, stunnering everybody, and walking out, as he was wont to do.