Few things kill my interest more than the main event being a contract signing.
I'm glad I just started watching Chikara, because I can just watch the backlog of that instead of asking whether or not I should get out of wrestling again like I did during Trips and Sledgie's reign of terror.
You used to be cool. Remember that time you drugged your wife here and kidnapped her for a non-consensual Vegas marriage just to spite her old man? And who could forget your role in the Katie Vick debacle (not that that's the only d you put in Katie Vick amirite?)