"He's dead," My brother's words echoed in my head, "So is his wife and kid." My brain frantically tried to register the information going through my ears. Chris Benoit, MY Chris Benoit? The Rabid Wolverine, the Canadian Crippler, dead?! I checked the newspaper, went to WWE's website and it was true... He's gone. Murdered. Found dead in his home with his wife and seven year old son. Happened on Monday apparently and the freaky thing is that I watched him on TV the night before. I rooted for him the night before...
It's been a while since I was actively following the progress of the WWE world, the fact that it was all fake didn't really bother me, I think I stopped because the show was too late on a school night. The blinding lights, the loud cheers of the crowd and the ring right smack in the middle. But of course the ring, the lights and the crowd would be useless without the wrestlers. Wrestlers come and go through the arena but only some of them are able to make an impression and win the respect of the fans. One of those wrestlers was Chris Benoit. Everybody liked him, everybody respected him, everybody cheered him on.
With his signature moves triple german suplexes, flying headbutts and my personal favourite, the figure four leg lock, he always kept the fans on the edge of their seats. He constantly proved to everybody that the basic techniques and moves are always better than the flashy high flying ones. Chris Benoit, a wonderful athlete, a great entertainer and not to mention, the best grappler in the ring. I'll always remember you.