It’s about 11:30pm as I’m starting to type this and I’ve heard the news that Chyna has passed away.
She was more than the muscle behind Hunter Hearst Helmsley. She was a real pioneer for women’s wrestling and sort of started a mini revolution of her own. Chyna wasn’t just a piece of arm candy (like many others who were around at the same time) and she showed that women could do what the men could do. Often times, doing it better. She was the first woman to enter the Royal Rumble, the first to win the Intercontinental Championship, it was truly unbelievable to watch. As a young girl, Chyna made you feel like you were capable of doing pretty much anything. Things weren’t just ‘for boys’ anymore.
Sadly, what most people will remember her for is her messy personal life and her drug addiction.
I’ve known addicts that make no attempt whatsoever to get any form of help and I have little to zero sympathy for them. I do believe that Chyna made a conscious effort to get better, even if she had failed. If you’re not willing to try, you’ll never know if you can succeed. She was in the media but no one really, honestly, knows what was going on inside her mind/heart when she wasn’t in the public eye (other than those around her).
A lot of details are going to come out in the next few days and weeks and the usual chatter will happen. What people need to remember is that she is a person, she may not be here in body anymore but still deserves our respect. This isn’t about what happened behind the scenes in WWE or how she got screwed over for whatever, this is about a person. Whatever happened between the WWE and Chyna doesn’t matter now, what matters is that we lost someone who was very integral to the business and how women viewed themselves in comparison to their male counterparts.
Chyna showed that women are not meek. We are fierce, strong, and willing to whoop your ass if need be. Rest in peace Miss Laurer.