|just look at that magnificent bastard|
Working a crowd isn't easy, especially doing so as the bad guy. But, man, somehow Rowdy Roddy Piper became not the villain people loved to hate - people just plain ol' loved him.
I don't follow wrestling now at all, and my window of interest when I was a kid was pretty narrow, so my viewership occurred primarily during that early 1980's window where the WWF was suddenly everywhere, and you had colorful characters like Jimmy "SuperFly" Snuka, George "The Animal" Steele, Mr. Fuji, the Iron Shiek, Andre the Giant and Hulk Hogan.
At age 8, I liked it a lot. The plots were straightforward. Mean Gene Okerlund had a cool, dry wit we all admired, and it was a lot like watching live-action comics, but only as complicated as the Hostess ads. There were good guys and bad guys, and sometimes they switched.
Among the wrestlers I liked, I counted Rowdy Roddy Piper. That guy had moxie. He was hilarious, he didn't take anyone seriously, and he was just fun to watch. I just assumed because I liked him he was a good guy who happened to talk trash or something. He had a kilt, bagpipes, and a mouth that didn't really stop. But, no, he was a bad guy.
In fact, his gig was more or less that he was the biggest SOB in wrestling, pretty keen with an insult or gag or low-blow. All with a cocksure attitude backed up with wins, and a fanbase that adored the act. The clips you watch now are, uh... un-PC, to put it mildly. But he didn't need to be un-PC, he just needed to be a needling jerk.
In fact, he's been voted the best "heel" in wrestling multiple times.
That, my friends, is the sort of life goal I aspire to.