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The match itself is actually pretty good, lots of back and forth, full of the stiff shots Benoit was known and loved for, before he became a child murdering piece of shit. The spot at the end with Brock standing outside of the ring, taunting the cRock as Benoit had him caught in the Crossface is the moment that solidified my passion for the sport. The cRock, refusing to tap, conveying the pain of being in the Crossface through his eyes which seemed to me (at the time) to be about ready to pop out of his head. Going back to it now, it doesn't seem to stand out as much to me as it did back then. Quite interesting to think how jaded we can become for this crazy world of sports entertainment, and how thrilling it can be to the eyes of a child peering through the looking glass for the first time.
I may hold an unending hate for Benoit deep within myself, and the cRock has shown himself in recent months to only be in it for himself while sticking it to the fans, but this match will always be nestled in a special place in my heart as the first hit of the addictive ecstasy of professional wrestling.
-Heisenbealer