Letter from the Founder

f Ric Flair didn’t exist, America would have to invent him, so perfectly does he embody the populist mindset of the nation. “I’m a Rolex-wearing. Diamond-ring-wearing. Kiss-stealing. Wheeling, dealing. Limousine-riding. Jet-flying son of a gun. And I’m having a hard time holding these alligators down. ” These are the immortals words, called down like cerebral lightning from the Mount Olympus of the mind, of one Richard Morgan Fliehr, better known Indeed, in his eighth decade, Flair’s appeal seems to enjoy greater dominion than ever, with the rapper 21 Savage’s anthem introducing a new generation to the wrestler through the poetry of the phrase, “Ric Flair drip going ‘wooo’ on a bitch, 5790 spent a coupe on my wrist”.