In Remembrance of Chris Benoit
To me Benoit was a wrestling animal. It didn't matter how banged up he got, he always showed up the following week ready to rip someone's head off. I admired his quiet qualities because his face spoke of more emotion then he ever let on.
I really want to add alot more to this post, but I really don't know how to put it all into words.
I doubt the current reports of his cause of death, simply because if you watched last night's accounts of Chris's character by his friends and rivals at WWE. They all loved him and admired him. They spoke well of his warmth as a person and of his love of his family.
The Pegasus Kid, the Canadian Crippler, the Rabid Wolverine. Your tenacity and love of this sport will be greatly missed.
