Amanda Huber, the wife of late pro wrestler Brodie Lee, has responded to wrestling bloggers and fans who asked for more transparency regarding the death of her husband last Saturday.

In a lengthy Instagram post on her Instagram story, later tweeted out by AEW star Cash Wheeler, Amanda revealed that Brodie was tested multiple times for COVID-19 when he was hospitalized since the end of October until the day after Christmas.

“There’s no cover-up,” wrote Amanda. “There’s no conspiracy. There was just a series of unfortunate events that ended in your world being crushed.”

She continued, “What kind of position does that put you in? When you’re trying to grieve and people practically expect you to post medical records because since they were a public figure, they are entitled to all the knowledge of what happened.”

Amanda went on to add that although Lee didn’t contract the COVID-19 virus, “there’s no shame in dying from COVID but it’s not what it was.”

“It wasn’t COVID. There’s no shame in dying from COVID but it’s not what it was. You have no answers and you’re just left there. Can you just fu–in imagine that?”

Amanda had previously made it clear that Lee died “after a hard fought battle with a non Covid related lung issue.”

See below to read Amanda’s full post:

Imagine being 17 and spending a night chatting with a mutual friend. Then realizing that they were “the one.”

You spend 7 years in an on-again/ off-again relationship only to break up. Then you give it one last shot. One last try. You start therapy and really push each other to become better people. You date some more. Navigate some crazy life curveballs. You find out you’re having a baby boy the day he is downsized. Then an injury in the sport they love. But you fight thru that. You get married and have the most beautiful little boy. That day you find out they got their dream job. The job they never in a million years thought they’d get.

You give up everything to watch them chase that dream. It pays off and that world becomes everything. It gives you both everything you’ve ever dreamed of. You go on to build your dream life with another perfect little boy, 2 crazy dogs, and 5 cats. They get an opportunity to really bet on themselves and you watch them shine like never before.

Life is SO good.

Then suddenly one day that person gets sick. Each day they get sicker and sicker. You know how much they value their privacy so you ask those helping you to keep it quiet out of respect for them. You watch helplessly as they get worst a worst. COVID test, after COVID test, after COVID test, come back negative. You almost pray for a positive one because it would be some kind of answer. You never get one.

Suddenly they are gone.

You have to try to figure out how to imagine your future now.

Then you read a “journalist” demanding “transparency” and insinuates you’re hiding something. That it’s some type of cover-up. Something more so sinister. That you aren’t serving his memory best by not offering up information you’re still trying to process. As if his death was a public health hazard. It wasn’t. It was a tragedy.

There’s no cover-up. There’s no conspiracy. There was just a series of unfortunate events that ended in your world being crushed.

What kind of position does that put you in? When you’re trying to grieve and people practically expect you to post medical records because since they were a public figure, they are entitled to all the knowledge of what happened.

It wasn’t COVID. There’s no shame in dying from COVID but it’s not what it was.

You have no answers and you’re just left there.

Can you just fu–in imagine that?

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