This is a book written by Matthew Randazzo V about the life of Chris Benoit who was one of the greatest professional wrestlers in history. Unfortunately, he tragically killed his wife, his son, and eventually hung himself.
This book follows along Chris Benoit’s life and career path but has a lot of interesting information about the business side of professional wrestling. Although it seems like a lot of stories are contradicted by different sources, it is a very interesting read and gives the reader a fairly good idea about Benoit and professional wrestling as a whole.
Some of the highlights of this book were reading about Chris Benoit’s Idol, The Dynamite Kid, Tom Bilington, the Hart Family, both the Japanese and Mexican wrestling organizations, and the three major organizations in the United States, ECW, WCW, and the WWE.
- Things I’m Glad I Know:
- “The thing that always kills me is people say wrestlers party like rock stars. I’m thinking, I’ve partied with rock stars. Rock stars don’t party anywhere near what wrestlers do. The quote should be that rock stars party like wrestlers…We partied like wrestlers and that was pretty much the pinnacle.”---Kevin Nash
- McMahon said his perfect day would consist of “’good clean sex’ and weight training.” McMahon is my kind of guy.
- “Flair might peek under a waitress’ skirt before explaining himself by saying, ‘Just checkin’ honey, you know what they say; no hair, no Flair! Whooo!’” I think I might be able to adjust this and look up the skirt, and say, “If she’s got some red flow, then she gets no Hott Joe, WHOOO!”
- “the mentally challenged fans…were notorious for having sex during the matches and naming the resulting children after their favorite Stampede stars.” Is this on the Internet somewhere?
- Things I Wish I Didn’t Know:
- “future ECW world champion Tazz was inexplicably gripped by an earthshaking orgasm immediately after taking a routine suplex from Kevin Sullivan.”
- “trainees in the Japanese promotion FMW were forced to masturbate into a refrigerated jar until it was full and then finally drink it upon their sempai’s orders.”
Outside of the really gross stuff which was still pretty entertaining, the big issue I had with this book was the writer would often insert his personal opinions on Benoit and the professional wrestling business. He constantly tried to demonize and make a fool out of Benoit for his passion for the business. Also, anybody who watches professional wrestling was somehow a lower life form than normal people. If that type of stuff came from people in the business, then I can handle that, but his sources are the experts, not him, and his opinion comes to the forefront way too often.
Other than that, this was a good read. I feel people who follow professional wrestling might find a little more enjoyment out of it than your average person, but it is a worthwhile read to anyone.