As an anecdote to Nate's Sting-Heavy List

I started to put this in my comment, but it got so long I just made a post out of it.

Honestly, you can't hate on the list being Sting-heavy, because even though I tended to root for the heels growing up (not always, but often) Sting basically always got it done.

All the wrestling I see now comes via the WWE 24-7 Network, which suits me just fine. Similar to how you'd rather remember a deceased loved one like they were, full of pep and life, rather than ravaged by cancer and unable to feed themselves...yeah, same principle. Anyway, the point is, on the "Shorties" section the theme this month is "War Games", and they have all the War Games matches On Demand. I LOVED the fucking War Games (as I did the actual Survivor Series matches, both of which were abandoned for reasons unkonw to me). Some War Games are better than others, and this example also involves Sting.

From 1991, "The Match Beyond" of Sting's faces (Steiners & Pillman) vs. The Horsemen (I was concerned because this "Horsemen" consisted of Flair, Windham, Sid Vicious, and fucking Zbyszko) was one hell of a War Games, with everyone giving 100%. Even Sid gave it his best shot...and still managed to botch two powerbombs and legitimatley injure Pillman. The match began with Windam, who did a blade job that even Puroesu elitist fags would have to respect, and Brian Pillman. The other night Buck and I were drinking beer observing that in a War Games you have to put the guy who can really work in first, to basically carry things for the duration. Since there were enough people in this match who could work, Sting and Flair were the last two entrants, because they were the "Star Power".

Oh how things changed in 1995, when we had the Hulkamaniacs (Hogan, Savage, Luger, Sting) vs. The Dungeon of Doom (Kamala, Meng, fucking Zodiac and John Tenta as The Shark). In this case you had literally three people out of 8 who could work (Sting, Savage and to a lesser extent, Meng). So Sting was obviously the lead-off batter, followed by Savage, then Luger, and finally Hogan as the talent kept downgrading. The Dungeon of Doom, who won the coin toss, obviously was unaware of this cardinal rule of War Games, and sent in The Shark and Zodiac as their first two men. What followed 7 painful minutes of Sting essentially wrestling himself, throwing slow pitches straight down the middle to both of these hacks, and (Brutus Beefcake especially) neither one of them could even get a base hit. By the time the whole Dungeon had came in, and Hogan finally arrived, making Zodiac submit to a fucking reverse chinlock, I'd pretty much decided to go back to hard drugs.

What's the moral of the story, kids? Heel or face, the talented must bust their ass to carry the Hogan's and Luger's of the world. And no matter how ill you are at your craft, there's gonna be some fucktard who doesn't understand what he's doing, who makes more money than you at the same craft. A will probably live longer than you.