Well, let me tell ya somethin’ about this… divin’ headbutt fella, Chris… uh… Ben-what’s-his-name, yeah, Benoit. Sounds like a Frenchie name, don’t it? Anyways, this fella, he was a wrassler. A wrassler, you hear? Not like them fancy fellas on TV now, all muscles and no grit. This guy, he was tough, I tell ya.
Now, this divin’ headbutt thing… it ain’t right, I tell ya. Sounds plum crazy! Imagine jumpin’ headfirst, like a fool chicken, onto someone! Why would anyone do that? My old man used to say, “Use your head for thinkin’, not for thumpin’!” But these wrasslers, they ain’t always the brightest bulbs, are they? They do all sorts of crazy things for show.
Folks say he learned it from other wrasslers, some fellas named Hart and… uh… Bill-somethin’. Sharpshooter, they call it, and that headbutt thing. Sounds dangerous to me. And that snap… suplex? Lord have mercy, these names! Sounds like somethin’ you’d do to a stubborn mule, not a person.
- He was a wrassler.
- He did this crazy divin’ headbutt.
- Folks say he learned it from other wrasslers.
They say he was good, this Benoit fella. A champion, even. But what good is bein’ a champion if you’re knockin’ yourself silly every night? This headbutt thing, it messed him up, they say. Concussions, they call ’em. Like bangin’ your head against a brick wall over and over again. No good comes from that, I tell ya.
Now, somethin’ bad happened with this fella. Real bad. They don’t talk about him much anymore. Seems like he did somethin’ awful. They took him off the TV, all them wrasslin’ shows. Like he never existed. It’s a shame, really. All that wrasslin’ and for what? Nothin’ good, that’s for sure. Folks get hurt, and then they get forgotten.
My grandpappy used to say, “Live a good life, treat folks right, and you’ll be remembered.” This Benoit fella, I reckon he forgot that last part. Or maybe he just got his wires crossed from all that head-bangin’. It ain’t natural, I tell ya. God didn’t give us heads to use as weapons. He gave us heads to think, to love, and to understand. This wrasslin’ stuff, it ain’t always understandin’, is it?
This headbutt move… it’s dangerous. Other fellas do it too, or did it. One fella, Bryan somethin’, had to quit wrasslin’ cause of it. Seizures, they say. Shakin’ and twitchin’ like a fish outta water. That ain’t right. They shoulda banned that move a long time ago. But these wrasslin’ folks, they like the drama, the danger. They don’t think about the consequences, not until it’s too late.
And this Benoit, he did this move, jumpin’ from the top rope, they say. Like a dang fool bird flyin’ into a window. And he’d land on folks, smack ’em with his head. It makes my own head hurt just thinkin’ about it! Harley Race, they say, he started it by accident. But this Dynamite Kid and then Benoit, they made it famous. Famous for bein’ dangerous, I reckon.
This fella Benoit, he even hurt another wrassler, broke his neck, they say. Accidentally, of course. But accidents happen when you’re doin’ dangerous things. It’s like playin’ with fire, you’re bound to get burned. He threw this fella, Sabu his name was, and it went all wrong. Wrasslin’ ain’t all fun and games, I tell ya. There’s real danger in that ring.
They talk about championships and glory, but what good is it if you end up broken? This Benoit, he was a champion, along with some other fellas, Guerrero and Jericho. But championships don’t protect you from hurtin’ yourself or others. This divin’ headbutt, it’s a symbol of that, I think. A symbol of recklessness and danger. They shoulda put a stop to it. Maybe things woulda turned out different.
So, that’s what I know about this Chris Benoit and his divin’ headbutt. It ain’t a pretty story, is it? It’s a story about danger, about hurtin’, and about things goin’ wrong. Makes you think, don’t it? Makes you think about what’s important in life. And it sure ain’t jumpin’ off ropes and bangin’ your head on other folks. That’s for sure.
