Not many people have heard Bill Goldberg deliver actual promos, and theres a very, very good reason for that. Perfectly fine in a conversation or a pre-taped interview, Goldberg became truly painful to listen to when he was asked to string together more than a couple of sentences in a live performance scenario. Fortunately, Goldbergs character was that of an intense force of nature, a huge, menacing beast of a man who would plough through you as soon as look at you it wasnt a persona that lent itself to the kind of long-winded, smart-alec tweener promos so popular at the time. Whos next? was really all people expected of him: Goldberg was the kind of guy who interrupted other peoples long-winded, smart-alec tweener promos with a spear. Protected by the office in WCW and, to a lesser extent, in the WWE, Bill Goldbergs terrible mic work was only properly exposed a few times in his pro wrestling career, but that was enough to kill the mystique. Eric Bischoff, himself possessed of the gift of the gab, was smart enough to know that nothing sucks the heat out of a crowd like their favourite wrestler sounding like a clueless dweeb. Still, the monster babyface character, like the undefeated rookie angle, only has a certain shelf life to it. Big Bad Bill should probably be grateful that his pro wrestling career only lasted a few years.
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