Aw, it warmed my heart to see the INSTANT FLOOD of hate for the K-dawg. Thanks guys! To paraphrase George Carlin, Konnan wrestled like old people ****: slow and sloppy. His moves stunk, his catchphrases reeked, and oh GOD he was just worthless. It's hard to say whether him or Vampiro was consistently voted Least Valuable Luchadore during the weekly We Watch ****** WCW meetings, but at least Vamp kinda looked cool and could occasionally move fast. Konnan sometimes looked downright unhealthy to himself in the ring, getting so blown up that he seemed to be having a heart attack. Even Konnan's GEAR sucked; how the hell do you wrestle in saggy underwear, revealing more of your buttcrack than goddamn Lita did? Yet he was living proof that proper booking can get ANYONE over, because people were popping like maniacs whenever his Wolfpack music hit.
I did hang out with him once, after a TNA show. (Not like one-on-one, but me being the odd man out in a roomful of stars.) Weird dude, actually kinda intimidating. Acted and spoke at times like a gangster; not New Jack, I mean more like ******' Michael Corleone. And he just KEPT hitting gay jokes on poor Juventud, who was curled up on the couch like a silent ******-elf and hardly said a word the whole time. Konnan did at least have one moment of funny self-deprecation, when he mentioned talking to that jacked-up hispanic dude Apollo: he'd said something about being inspired by Konnan's picture on posters when he was growing up in Puerto Rico. "And here I am now, asking the guy for bodybuilding tips!" (Much later, I wondered if this was code for "...asking the guy for a juice hookup".)
He cooks Juvie anytime he gets a chance to
and you live in MD
