The fate of Chyna's legacy now rests with the WWE
“Contrary to the pile-driving, spinal-tapping, Amazonian figure I play on TV, I’m really a very sensitive, fragile little music box playing the theme song from Titanic,” Chyna wrote in her 2001 memoir, If They Only Knew.
That tune came to an abrupt halt on April 20, about half a chorus shy of Céline Dion’s triumphant closing key change. Mere hours before the world learned of music legend Prince’s death, news broke that Chyna—born Joan Marie Laurer in Rochester, N.Y., on December 27, 1969—had been found dead in her Redondo Beach, Calif. home, reportedly the result of an accidental overdose on prescription medications. She was 46.
Manager and longtime friend Anthony Anzaldo told People that Laurer had been filming a documentary at the time of her death. The Reconstruction of Chyna, he said, would have followed the athlete as she made her triumphant return to World Wrestling Entertainment, giving her the “Rocky ending” that had eluded her in the 15 years since she parted ways with WWE.
From 1997 to 2001, fans of WWE—then still known as the World Wrestling Federation—marveled as Chyna shattered stereotypes by kicking ass. Unlike her female predecessors, Chyna was permitted to wrestle against the organization’s big-name male competitors. She even took home non-gendered “neutral” titles, like the Intercontinental Championship. She challenged WWE viewers to view her skills first and her sex second, without making assumptions about the former based on the latter. Those efforts weren’t always successful, but to say that her portrayal opened doors for women in sports entertainment—and arguably the culture at large—would be an understatement.
I’d like to say that Chyna’s status as a pioneering figure in the world of professional wrestling will never be forgotten. I’d like to say that the paradigm-shifting impact she had on our understanding of bodies, gender, expectation, and ability is undeniable. But I can’t. Female public figures are routinely treated as disposable in our society, particularly those who transgress the traditionally accepted limits of their prescribed gender role. Who’s to say whether Laurer’s célébrité will meet the same fate?
It’s difficult to accept that Chyna will never be able to reclaim her groundbreaking legacy in the ring, the meaning of which poet and essayist Maireed Small Staid recently dissected for Jezebel. But there is one way to cement that legacy for posterity: an induction into the WWE Hall of Fame.
Unlike some of her male contemporaries (Mick Foley, Eddie Guerrero) and even some of the female wrestlers she paved the way for (Lita, Trish Stratus), Chyna has yet to be granted access to those hallowed, metaphorical halls. There don’t appear to be strict qualifications for induction into the WWE Hall of Fame, although the vast majority of inductees have either long since left WWE for other wrestling leagues or retired from sports entertainment altogether. Posthumous inductions are not uncommon, although they do not normally occur the year following a wrestler’s death. Still, there is a precedent for next-year posthumous inductions, dating all the way back to inaugural Hall of Fame inductee André the Giant in 1993.
In a 2015 interview on “Stone Cold” Steve Austin’s podcast, one of Laurer’s ex-boyfriends—professional wrestler Triple H—speculated that the omission was due to Chyna’s post-WWE career in the adult film industry.
“From a career standpoint, should she be in the Hall of Fame? Absolutely,” Triple H conceded. “[But] I’ve got an 8-year-old kid, and [if] my 8-year-old kid sees Hall of Fame, and [if] my 8-year-old kid goes on the Internet to look at Chyna, what comes up?”