Some Guy is Really, Really Disappointed in You, Ric Flair

It wasn't bad enough when Ric Flair gave up his WWE ambassadorship to wheel, deal and kiss-steal with the Crying Wrestling Fans of the indie world, who'd just as soon drug your cool drink as look at you. It wasn't bad enough when he was found sleeping in a racing car bed at his son's apartment. And it wasn't even bad enough when he allegedly got into a drunken fistfight with his daughter's boyfriend. But now, Ric Flair, you've done it. Some guy is so, so mad at you, Ric Flair, that you'll never find a way to make it up to him.

I would rather not give you my name or the business I work for, but let me say this: after Flair left WWE and took on his agent, I contacted Gillespie Agency with a possible business opportunity for Flair. After seeing him supposedly clean up his act, I was impressed and wanted to talk to him and his agent about what could have been a legitimate and possibly lucrative deal with a major sponsor.

His agent "promised" that she'd read my proposal and get back to me, because she and Ric were traveling. I heard nothing. That was about three weeks ago. And now...this. He's drunk, with a black eye, bruises and cuts, the cops show up, and his kid is arrested. Way to go, Ric.

See, Ric, you could've had some dignity and signed on to this guy's plan to introduce a set of Ric Flair-themed hilarious refrigerator alarms, but no, you made such a drunken fool of yourself that not even Jake Roberts' PR firm can spin your hinder out of this one. WHAT ARE YOU THINKING