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John's HeadNovember 13, 2005 Cheating Life and Stealing Death
Awoke this morning to the sad news that Eddie Guerrero died. He was only 38, 22 years younger than Intercontinental Champion Ric Flair. We lost Latino Heat too soon. Eddie was found dead in his hotel room in Minneapolis this morning. It’s pretty sad and crappy. Eddie was one of the best, most versatile and most entertaining guys on Smackdown. Not that there’s ever a good time to die, but the timing is especially inconvenient. World Heavyweight Champion Batista tore a muscle in his back and needs time off. As Batista’s storyline best friend and the other top guy on Smackdown, Eddie was in all likelihood getting the World Title tonight at the WWE Supershow TV taping. He was then supposed to captain the Smackdown team in place of Batista against the RAW team at Survivor Series. All those plans have to be scrapped now. Eddie seemed fine for months if not years now so his sudden death really comes out of left field. He’d been famously addicted to drugs in the past but he’d turned his life around and was given a run as WWE Champion last year. It’s weird and sad that he’s suddenly gone, just like that. Until we know the real cause of death, I’ll speculate that the years of drugs, pain killers, and steroids did an irreversible number on Eddie’s body. My favorite Eddie moment that comes to mind was when Chyna was Eddie’s mamacita a few years ago and he took her to “the prom.” As much as I liked Eddie’s most recent work as a lying, cheating, conniving main event babyface, I always preferred Eddie a bit more as dirty, sleazy, and swarthy. His angle earlier this year where he tortured Rey Mysterio with the revelation that he was Rey’s son Domenic’s real father was pretty unbearable, but it was Eddie who made it entertaining. His final angle where he was rehabilitated from his heelish ways by finding his “soulmate” in Batista was probably the best angle in the company. There’s not much more to say about Eddie. I didn’t know him or anything. He was a great wrestler, he was fun to watch, he gave us some good times and some great memories. He’s riding his low-rider to the great wrestling ring in the sky, hitting St. Peter on the head with a steel chair while God wasn’t looking, and then throwing the chair to Jesus and falling to the mat “unconscious” so God will disqualify Jesus. That’s the Eddie Guerrero we knew and loved. Orale.
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