Over the past few weeks, the top writers from the wrestling community have been participating in a Super Creature Vs. Creature event in which they put forward their arguments on who was the greatest WWE superstar of all time.
Everyone put forward a great argument and I'd like to thank everyone for taking part!
Vote in the comment section to determine who you think won this CvC. If you didn't manage to catch all of the articles, below is a list with links to them:
Thanks again to everyone who took part, and special thanks to Jev Thorpe who suggested doing this article to determine the winner!
By all means vote for who you want, but remember: The Rock is the Great One.
And if that means he has to beat Andre the Giant's 7'4" french candy ass, or he has to take Vince McMahon's grapes, I mean "grapefruits," and pass them to Shawn Michaels, who still thinks he is the Heart Break Kid at over 40 years old, and get him to shine them up real nice, and pass them on to Stone Cold who looks at them with his bald-ass head while the Rock gives him one, The Rock will give him two, no, no the Rock will give him three "Hell Yeahs" as he turns those grapes sideways and passes them on to Bret Hart, who douses them with a big pink pitcher of Canadian moose piss and hands them to Hulk Hogan.
And you know what Hogan can do? They've been shined up, turned sideways, and soaked in moose piss, Hulk Hogan can shove them straight up his candy ass! Or maybe The Rock will have to beat Edge, which means sleeping with a walrus who just happens to be GM of the Rock's show.
Maybe he has to beat Kurt Angle, which means "I'm gonna drink a big glass of milk, then wear a gum-shield so the Rock can't knock my teeth down my throat."
Or maybe The Rock will have to beat the Undertaker, maybe the Rock will have to send him to hell, so he can rise up one more time, just one more time, roll his eyes into the back of his head and say "rest...in...peeeeaaccceee."
Or it might be the "Nature Boy" Ric Flair, the man, who stands in the Rock's way, which means we will have to hear his "wooooooo" one last time as he falls on his face and looks like he is about to have a heart attack everytime he cuts a promo.
The kiss stealin', wheelin' dealin', jet flyin', limousine ridin' son of a gun has nothing, and the Rock means NOTHING on the jabroni beating, alalalalaa pie eating, trail blazin', eyebrow raisin', best of all time, the Rock is sublime.
Or maybe, maybe the Rock will have to beat Triple H himself. Which means-ah he's gonna have to beat the Game-ah, in the middle of the ring-ah, and he's got a two dollar slut for a wife-ah.
But it doesn't matter who the Rock has to beat. It doesn't matter. The only thing that matters is that The Rock, the People's Champion, the Great One, the most electrifying man in sports entertainment will walk out of this CvC as champion.
If you smeeellllllllllll what the Rock is cookin'!