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Ric Flair

He strutted and shouted, whooped, and wooed. He made excess come into style. His blonde hair was legendary. When he made the walk, a swoon soon followed. He was the life of the party and a freak of nature — yet he wore the “Nature Boy” tag with a swagger never seen before in professional wrestling.

He was Ric Flair, a.k.a. “the Rolex wearing, diamond ring wearing, kiss stealin’, wheelin’-n-dealin’, limousine riding, jet flying son of a gun…and I’m having a hard time holding these alligators down!”

Party animal. Madman. Sequin-clad, robe-wearing god of the squared circle. Generational inspiration. With 16 title reigns, he was above the rest. And to this day, in any arena where an event is taking place, you can still hear the famous “wooooo” float across the action, which proves a simple point: @ricflairnatureboy lives on forever.