By 1997, The Sultan was everything wrong with wrestling. He was a gimmicky character straight out of the late 1980s, a cartoon character come to life at a time when fans were clamoring for more realistic characters like Steve Austin and Sycho Sid, both of whom blurred the lines between good and bad. He looked like some over-the-top cultural villain that Batman would knock off on page two of Detective Comics #44 before facing a real nemesis like The Riddler or Penguin later in the same issue. He was ridiculous and not a soul bought into him as a credible threat to young Rocky Maivia's Intercontinental Championship at WrestleMania 13. Nor did anyone have any reason to believe that the match would not be the in-ring equivalent to the drizzlings s***s. And they were right. The match was the worst on the card, which is saying something given the largely underwhelming ring work that came from the Chicago-based event. It was hardly the way to debut a young star who would eventually become the face of the company and a bona fide Hollywood star. The Sultan sucked. There is no argument to be made that could possible support the idea of the glorified jobber enjoying a match on the WrestleMania card, especially a championship one. Thankfully, the character would go the way of the dinosaurs, making way for the emergence of a little character known as...Rikishi.