A well-known professional wrestler died of an apparent heart attack Friday at a Houston hospital.
Eddie Fatu, a 36-year-old Houstonian who performed under the name Umaga, died at Northwest Medical Center, a family member said.
The site reported that Fatu's wife found him Thursday night not breathing, with blood coming out of his nose.

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From the same article:
Fellow wrestlers and fans mourned the loss Saturday throughout the Internet and blogosphere. There were hundreds of anguished messages about his death on Twitter. On Facebook, a tribute page had 545 fans by Saturday.
Being a pro-wrestling fan since I was 5, it kind of amazes me how other more die-hard fans become affected by these unavoidable tragedies. I still have vivid memories of these entertainers gambling with death as they perform their signature moves meant to stun the opponent, waiting for the referee's 1-2-3. Growing up to watching WWE (formerly WWF) with my father and eventually my brother made me appreciate professional wrestling, unlike most girls who cringe at the sight of blood on the ring and who just don't get why we are all so entertained. I remember watching pay-per-views in rented Betamax tapes with some of our neighbors who happen to be drinking in our sari-sari store. I'd be the only kid sitting on the sala floor, eyes stuck on the TV, cheering every time Hulk Hogan and Bret Hart wins the much-coveted championship title.
Being a pro-wrestling fan provided me topics when talking with my male classmates. We would talk about who's vying for title matches, who has beaten who, who's really angry with who, or who has made alliances. We would chat about it all day as if it were real.
I have not watched WWE that much anymore (due to cable channel unavailability) but I never fail to do so every time I get the chance or come across it when I channel surf. And I feel like a kid again, only this time I would drool over Randy Orton and John Cena. ^__^
This is for all the WWE professional wrestlers whose careers I have watched rise and fall to a bitter end:

.:: I remember having the same face paint during Dinagyang when I was five ::.

.:: The best there is, the best there was, and the best there ever will be - Bret Hart ::.

.:: For putting Japan in the WWF map ::.

.:: That unforgettable smile of The Rabid Wolverine ::.

.:: Viva La Rasa ::.

.:: One of my early favorites..with the yellow spandex ::.

.:: I used to call my brother this ::.

.:: Long before Big Show, there was Andre the Giant ::.

.:: He's dead already? ::.
.:: Thanks for the memories ::.

I watched Planet 51 with Aika (aika.tinig.com) last Saturday. It was her long-awaited treat for me ever since she became uber-rich (hahahahaha), so even if I came all the way from Ate Ems' birthday celebration in Pasig, I took the train to Trinoma still with some alcohol in my system. It was a fun movie, and I recommend it.
'That's a weird place for an antenna." - Skiff




















































