Chuck always ends up waxing poetic around his trainees. About how professional wrestling is a dance—a violent choreography of chokeholds and suplexes, timed to the tune of their bookers' ... [+]
rose gardens will bloom
and from the blue in your eyes,
bodies of water will rise,
From your shimmering silver jewelry,
stars will light the night sky
and from the warmth your soul brings,
spring will teach the birds to sing.
You walked in beauty, a wonderous sight,
And you will rise again in perfect light.