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Double or Nothing 2022 (13 of 13)
Dressed and leaving the house before noon on a day off, disgusting behaviour. Still, it should be a nice few hours with my mémère. I've got a spinach dip platter!
Like I said earlier, the instant the tag titles were successfully defended, meaning no title had changed hands in all five hours of the rest of the show, I knew Hangman was losing, so that was nice of them to telegraph things, letting me get myself ready like that. That said, you're still never READY ready, you know?
They opened this with a trio of the best angy kitty face smushes I've ever seen, those boys were connected all the way from the tops of the foreheads to the tips of their noses, very erotic stuff. And then you've got the sheer ferocity of the dueling 'let's go Hangman' 'CM Punk' chants, the passionate mix of cheers and boos whenever EITHER of these men did anything, god what a fantastic matchup. The AEW original vs. wrestling's prodigal son, the perpetual underdog vs. the best in the world.
Upon rewatch, it's clear that the dude in the audience waving the giant Newfoundland flag is team Hangman, so good for him. A Newfie of taste in Vegas.
The way Hangman seems to just drink in the cheers and boos both, forcing himself to if he has to, all the way to those dueling 'fuck you Hangman' 'cowboy shit' chants; no matter how vocal the haters get, that arena still exploded the second he was in position for the Buckshot. The title never made him happy, but at least for this half hour, he is TRULY living.
And then it all went to hell because he decided not to cheat. In spite of the opportunity, in spite of the temptation. He caved to the whispers of his better angels, stood his ground and lost it all, everything he fought so hard for for so long.
I wasn't ready for Hangman to lose the belt, but I've thought about it a lot over the last weeks, and there is truly nobody else I would rather he lose it to, so I can't be mad about how it played out. I was really, really tempted to be mad, especially after Punk went and immediately broke his goddamn foot, leading to the current Interim title bullshit (WAS IT WORTH IT?? REALLY??? THE UNIVERSE SAID FUCK YOU AND YOUR SUMMER OF PUNK - leshia's toxic little gremlin brain), but maybe even that was all for the best, timing-wise; as much as I would have killed to see Hangman main eventing Forbidden Door, Mox honestly deserves it more than both him AND Punk put together, and I'm much more interesting in seeing Hanger share a ring with Okada and Jay than Tana and his Karen hair.
It was a damn good reign, with some absolute all-timer defenses (THAT 60-MINUTE TIME LIMIT DRAW, MAN). But it had to end eventually. And with those first four champions pretty much preordained from AEW's inception, Punk's win puts us in a new era, one in which the future is completely unknown, wild and unpredictable and wide, wide open, and that's pretty exciting, too. Here's to the next one, Hangman. You did good, cowboy.
This was a much better way of rewatching the show, I think. Okay, off I go, byeeee!
Like I said earlier, the instant the tag titles were successfully defended, meaning no title had changed hands in all five hours of the rest of the show, I knew Hangman was losing, so that was nice of them to telegraph things, letting me get myself ready like that. That said, you're still never READY ready, you know?
They opened this with a trio of the best angy kitty face smushes I've ever seen, those boys were connected all the way from the tops of the foreheads to the tips of their noses, very erotic stuff. And then you've got the sheer ferocity of the dueling 'let's go Hangman' 'CM Punk' chants, the passionate mix of cheers and boos whenever EITHER of these men did anything, god what a fantastic matchup. The AEW original vs. wrestling's prodigal son, the perpetual underdog vs. the best in the world.
Upon rewatch, it's clear that the dude in the audience waving the giant Newfoundland flag is team Hangman, so good for him. A Newfie of taste in Vegas.
The way Hangman seems to just drink in the cheers and boos both, forcing himself to if he has to, all the way to those dueling 'fuck you Hangman' 'cowboy shit' chants; no matter how vocal the haters get, that arena still exploded the second he was in position for the Buckshot. The title never made him happy, but at least for this half hour, he is TRULY living.
And then it all went to hell because he decided not to cheat. In spite of the opportunity, in spite of the temptation. He caved to the whispers of his better angels, stood his ground and lost it all, everything he fought so hard for for so long.
I wasn't ready for Hangman to lose the belt, but I've thought about it a lot over the last weeks, and there is truly nobody else I would rather he lose it to, so I can't be mad about how it played out. I was really, really tempted to be mad, especially after Punk went and immediately broke his goddamn foot, leading to the current Interim title bullshit (WAS IT WORTH IT?? REALLY??? THE UNIVERSE SAID FUCK YOU AND YOUR SUMMER OF PUNK - leshia's toxic little gremlin brain), but maybe even that was all for the best, timing-wise; as much as I would have killed to see Hangman main eventing Forbidden Door, Mox honestly deserves it more than both him AND Punk put together, and I'm much more interesting in seeing Hanger share a ring with Okada and Jay than Tana and his Karen hair.
It was a damn good reign, with some absolute all-timer defenses (THAT 60-MINUTE TIME LIMIT DRAW, MAN). But it had to end eventually. And with those first four champions pretty much preordained from AEW's inception, Punk's win puts us in a new era, one in which the future is completely unknown, wild and unpredictable and wide, wide open, and that's pretty exciting, too. Here's to the next one, Hangman. You did good, cowboy.
This was a much better way of rewatching the show, I think. Okay, off I go, byeeee!