I wish so bad that you could be here to see Dom’s own wrestling career take flight. [...] And I can already picture you reading this, WeeWeeto, way up in those clouds, and you’re doing that pose where you’ve got your elbows in and your palms open — and you’re giving me that fucking smirk-shrug, because you know what I’m about to say: Dominik wasn’t fully clicking as “Rey Mysterio’s baby boy” so he did what I’m 100% sure you would’ve told him to do. He turned heel, and basically became “Eddie Guerrero’s demon boy.” And that changed everything.
When I say you would approve of who Dom has become, Eddie — it’s an understatement.
Because the wrestler he is now, it feels like a love letter to so many of the things that made you so special. He has the presentation down perfect: the sleazy (no offense) stache, the terrible (no offense) mullet, the ugly (no offense) jewelry and clothes. He’s got the shit-eating grin. He’s got that innate ability to play off different people (like you did with me, Batista, Chyna and so many others).
And I’ll tell you the number one trait of Dom’s that’s a love letter to you, Eddie — and I bet you already can guess what I’m about to say here, too. The worse he behaves? The more they cheer. As you know, it’s harder to pull this off than it looks: to be a bastard (no offense) who the fans want to embrace, flaws and all… because even at your worst, they can see something human at the center. But that’s what Dom has been able to achieve.
DEAR EDDIE by REY MYSTERIO
Written for The Players' Tribune
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