I love Rey Mysterio.
Pound for pound, he might be one of the best wrestlers in history and is almost guaranteed to be a WWE Hall of Famer. When I first saw him wrestle in WCW in the mid-90’s, I was flabbergasted. I had never before seen anyone treat the ring as his personal playground; Rey bounced, spun and flew through the air in ways I only had seen before in the movies. His battles with Psychosis, Dean Malenko and Chris Jericho are what dreams are made of, and its possible no feud in the modern era lasted as long or resulted in such amazing feats in the ring as the one he had with Eddie Guerrero.
I cheered when he won the Royal Rumble, jumped to my feet in delight when they made him World Champion and, like everybody else, absolutely hated the Filthy Animals.
I love Rey Mysterio. When I first heard that Rey had stopped cashing his paychecks and was considering legal action against WWE for renewing his deal, I immediately took Mysterio’s side.
Then, as Doc Manson always advises, I looked at the data.
