While I like listening to Kevin Nash, because you can shit on me all you'd like, he has a comedians timing on those shoots, but his matches themselves are dog bollocks. Put a mic in front of him though, I'll listen every time.
Scott was both though. He could talk and he could go. He was the cool that World of Sport never had. The psychology that ECW would only touch if Eddie Guerrero and Dean Malenko were in the ring. The guy who could adapt to any style (check out his New Japan run, there's a reason he's still loved over there - he made plenty of young talent and they never forgot him). And let's face it, that Razor Ramon character could've been fucking stupid like everything WWF did, but somehow he made it work.
If there is an afterlife, Scott, I hope you're resting well, and take solace in the fact that for as low as you got, you never were a Cumia.
