Without a doubt, one of the most entertaining wrestlers ever.
Even when he played the role of the bad guy, ya many of you will
remember the custody saga involving himself and Ray Mysterio over
Dominic, he still exuades that charm and charisma which endears him
to all the fans out there. He perfectly fitted into the role of the
lying, cheating, stealing latino sterotype, riding out in a pimp’d
mobile as his theme played overhead (which many in the audience
asusme he stole it off some guy). He swung matches his way through
witty deception. (I will always remember the match he had with
Batista, where he took the title into the ring while the refree was
taken out, then tosed it to one side, lay flat on the ring, and
making it look as if Batista had cheated by knocking him out with
the title.) Many question what’s so great abt wrestling? Guys clad
in tights beating the hell out of each other in well rehearsed
syncronized motions, enacting lines off shabbily written scripts
with sharp predictable plot changes? Yes, that is wrestling. But
there is a part of wrestling that many of us will fail to
understand or even appreciate-the passion in entertainment. It is
guys like Eddie, who night after night, battle their bodies to
bring out whatever entertainment value is left in those
cheap-written plots, it is his personality and his passion that
transcends the bounds of his role, bringing to life a character
that breaks off from the chains of rigidity and predictability that
scorns our everyday existence. It is painful, it is brutal, it is
black comedy, but we love it and we love them all who give it. For
all that, we salute you Eddie and all the wrestlers out there. May
you rest in peace.
