Commissions continue again, this one coming from Ko-fi contributor Guthrie. You can be like them and pay me to write about all types of stuff. People tend to choose wrestling matches, but very little is entirely off the table, so long as I haven’t written about it before (and please, come prepared with a date or show name or something if it isn’t obvious). You can commission a piece of writing of your choosing by heading on over to www.ko-fi.com/elhijodelsimon. The current rate is $5/match or thing or $10 for anything over an hour, and if you have some aim that cannot be figured out through simple multiplication, feel free to hit the DMs on Twitter or Ko-fi.
This was for Flair’s NWA World Heavyweight Title
Being entirely honest, I’ve never loved this match.
I love Sting. Speaking of in the ring only, I also love Ric Flair. I even love Sting vs. Ric Flair. I think that they have a lot of better matches together. Primarily, I mean after this, such as the GAB 1990 title switch that I know I am the high man on, or especially the half hour plus classic that they had together on an episode of WCW Saturday Night in August 1993, but I also mean before this in early 1988, because this is not actually their first match, and the entire myth is half-true at best. Not getting into that, because like that is all myths more or less (this is why they’re myths), but I prefer the fifteen minute version of Flair and Sting in 1988 far more than I do the forty five minute version, because the former feels much closer to where Sting’s strengths lied.
That is not to say this is the worst, because there are a few less than great ones once Flair’s prime is over, but of all of them, it is the one that I have the least interest in talking about.
But this is the famous one, and so here we are.
It’s not as if this is a bad match, or anything close. It’s still a great enough one.
Ric Flair vs. Sting is never not interesting to me, and although this isn’t them meeting at the peaks of their powers like the would over much of the next six years, this is still a match with a lot to offer.
Common thinking is that this is Flair By Numbers, and while that’s not entirely untrue, it also feels a little bit unfair.
Flair By Numbers suggests that this is a kind of plug and play touring thing. Flair vs. Road Warrior Hawk or Nikita Koloff (as a babyface anyways), or to go less power and paint, Terry Taylor in the Mid-South. These guys who Flair plugs into the formula without too much variation, something that is almost always good, if never great, and where the other man rarely adds too much or sees much of a narrative change.
That’s not the case here.
What Sting has is, of course, unrefined (Barry Windham better a year plus prior in essentially the same set up in a TV time limit draw), but he brings SOMETHING to this that feels inarguable. People point to some kind of aura or charisma or it factor so often that it usually feels like bullshit, and it often is, but Sting has it in a way few other guys do. Sting here feels like watching a young MJ or LeBron or Mahomes or whoever you’d like, not only an athletic ability and presence and this ability to seemingly handle everything called up for him and then some, but a certain something extra. When he fires up against Flair, it is different than most other babyfaces — especially the body guy ones — firing up against Flair. It isn’t a prototype being written in real time exactly, nor does it feel like one perfected (partial to Flair vs. Butch Reed for this archetype), but it is special in a way that cannot entirely just be read about.
In their favor, this is also not a match that just leans on coward heel vs. strong guy, having those prior matches to draw from, but that in little things, does what it often gets credit for doing for Sting with big things.
Sting had been previously successful against Ric because of his explosiveness, succeeding through distance, while Flair only had a handle on him when he kept in close contact. This match, particularly the first third or so, with Sting inverting that and also succeeding against Flair with some basic holds, is the sort of thing that maybe feels routine, but is assisted by context and given a little more substance, the same with Sting powering through Flair’s traditional first line of defense, getting a chop for distance and throwing somebody outside. Likewise, Flair is remarkably good at the transition work here in ways that both benefit him as a character but also the larger match, selling the back off of the early power attack, before eating shit trying to give it back to Sting as if to prove a point before being forced to go to the knee and what he actually does well. It doesn’t quite feel like a full defeat for Flair, but in a match that he began trying to big league his way through, being gradually forced to go to his actual most urgent plan of attack by the end is something that really does help Sting out.
The thing is, it’s just a little too long.
For where Sting is at this point in terms of what he can handle (the selling is not the best), where it feels like he is relative to Flair even with the careful way this is put together, and also for the sort of stock adjacent Flair match that they have, even with slight changes and the things Sting’s already better at then most, and especially with the time limit mentioned like it is, working in conjunction with all of the above. Maybe that wasn’t the case for someone reading this who saw it as a kid at the time, lord knows there are matches that happen ten to fifteen years later I like more than a lot of people because I had that same experience, but it’s how it always felt to me. A match that went long because it was supposed to, trapped in between the objective best thing to do in a long term sense (establish Sting as strong as possible because he is special in a way that hasn’t been seen here in years) and what may have made for the best match at the time. Given how things worked out, it’s hard to say they chose wrong, but it’s always been the match I found the least interesting as a result.
Call it a victim of its own success or a victim of the format or anything else, but it’s still more than a little bit of a victim, especially given all that they were capable of when not boxed in like they were here.
All the same, it has the reputation it does for a reason, and it feels like watching one of those trope originator movies from decades and decades and maybe closer to a century back. Some have done it better, maybe even some of those involved, but the images are striking and powerful and wielded very well, so warts and repetition and reputation and all, there’s still just something here that holds up and doesn’t ever really go away.
You know how it all goes, of course.
Sting gets the move on and Flair survives, end credits on the first part of one of wrestling’s all time great rivalries.
It’s Sting vs. Flair, in the end. It has the reputation that it does for a reason, it’s famous for a reason beyond just “launching” Sting, but my hope now is less to bring anyone to this one and far more so that anyone who sees this and has probably seen the match branches out and looks at their better and more interesting work together.
***