Mr. Perfect
You wouldn't expect a man who wrestled in a fluorescent-colored
singlet to walk to the ring with a dramatic, classical music score
playing in the background, but that was the beautiful irony of
Mr. Perfect. He would usually end his majestic walks to the ring by
spitting out a piece of chewing gum and slapping it out of the
air--just in case you didn't believe he was actually that perfect.
