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EURO TRASH The Euro title... Seemed like such a misfire at the time. Done with good intentions of course, maybe an attempt to pacify some of the oft neglected European fans. It never clicked however. The WWF never established a niche for it; a little corner of the WWF for it to cozy away in. We watched X-PAC win the title, but shouldn't he be gunning for the IC belt? And what was up with Shane, a non-competitor (at the time), if there ever was one, running around with it? The whole thing went down in a spectacular ball of flames, the WWF took a Tylenol, and all was as it should be; the whole Euro debacle nothing more than a fading blip on the WWF's radar. Then, in one of the most inspired moves by the WWF in recent years, Vince gives the strap to Mideon. It's perfect. Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the age of the undercard title. We have a belt, that personifies, in every way, the competitors wrestling for it, the situations it'll be contested in, and the general contempt by the higher ups with which it will be treated. Not a TV title, a hardcore belt, or anything complicated like that. Vince came up with a piece of gold to strap around the waist of the also-rans. The competitors who work hard, but lack the charisma, the face, the moves, or the gimmick to hit the big time. The ones who come out, just to do the job to D-Lo on HEAT or Shotgun. People, we have a jobbers' belt. Its about time too. A way of shining a little bit of a light on the Mideons of the WWF. The ones who don't fit in with the grand scheme of things. If I was Vince, I'd establish this title. Never again let it see the bright lights of Raw. Keep it on the second and third string shows, a tier below the rest. Never let an X-PAC, a Test, or even a Viscera go near it. In a few years, it'll be a stepping stone. A pat on the back for the "others". A way to put a hard working, very deserving, entertaining to watch wrestler at the beginning of a PPV, with some justification. I'm sure that it would boost the morale among the jobbers to know that they might, finally be in a title picture. Racing for a title that couln't really be more pure. No storylines or angles, no sex or battered women. Just a race for a belt. I'm sure that somewhere, right now, the Brooklyn Brawler is shedding a tear. Fergus Raphael freelance Mail the Author |
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