Kevin Nash and his biteable butt.
Mick Foley and every piece of plaid flannel he's ever worn.
And, even though he's left the industry, I would like to claim Good Ol' JR. I know his leaving the company was a mutual thing, but he didn't need to be kicked in the slats on his way out. Because of this, and because I adore him that I claim him. Oh, and his sexy hat.