Its true that the real life Lesnar isnt a people person. He doesnt like much of anyone, preferring his own company. An intensely private guy, his home is a farm in the middle of nowhere with the only phone a long walk from the house. He never has to see his neighbours, and he never has to be bothered by unwanted callers of any kind. However, when I say no one likes Brock Lesnar, this isnt me calling the man Norman No-Mates in real life. Clearly he has a few friends, and Im sure his wife and family consider that Lesnar has some form of niche appeal as a human being. No, its that giant spoiler of a character he plays on television. Not even Brock Lesnar fans actually like Brock Lesnar. He's not a likeable guy, in any sense of the word. He may be the only babyface in wrestling history to get massive heel heat and huge babyface pops from the same people on the same night. Because its not the character theyre cheering, its the sheer awesome power he displays between the ropes. People like the natural disaster that he represents in WWE storylines and/or what he does to people in the ring. In 2016, he's not really a babyface or a heel: he's a cataclysm, a boogeyman. When they call him The Beast, it's not just another way of saying The Animal. Ferrets are animals, as are wombats, meerkats and duck-billed platypi. No, they're literally calling him The Devil. Hes not even necessarily a real character anymore, more the wrestling equivalent of Jason Voorhees or Michael Myers, the demonic star of an in-ring horror movie, and not a cartoon one like Kane. Brock Lesnar is something horrible that happens to people a few times a year, like projectile diarrhoea or the sort of hangovers that transform you into sweaty jelly.
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