So now they're calling it murder/suicide.
Yesterday (Jesus Christ, yes, yesterday. Today's been too long already.) I picked up Fighting Spirit magazine, with Benoit on the cover. They had an interview with him -
Today, the one time World Heavyweight Champion arrives in the bar of the Conrad Hotel, Chelsea, with the United States belt on one arm and his charming wife Nancy (aka Woman, aka Fallen Angel, aka Robin Green, aka the former Mrs Kevin Sullivan) on the other.
And with that, the Benoits head off in the direction of a local fish and chip shop. And as Chris and Nancy walk away, hand in hand, you can see that Kevin Nash had it all wrong. Or rather, he should have remembered that vanilla has long been the world's most popular flavour of ice cream. And while he may be a little on the short side, it's the 5'9" Chris Benoit, rather than the 7' Vinnie Vegas, who's the true wrestling giant. Like the man said, the cream really does rise to the top and, in the WWE of 2007, Chris Benoit is the creme de la creme.
I don't know if I can keep looking on wrestling sites for tiny skerricks of news. I think I'm just going to avoid it all together - go on Neopets, curl up with my mother when she gets home from work, wrap myself in entirely too many blankets and sit downstairs with my puppy and watch Hard Knocks: The Chris Benoit Story. It's just too hard.
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