It just dawned on me this morning. Doesn't Triple H feel a little bit foolish? I mean, he's so hellbent on clinging and clutching to HIS *ahem* "World Heavyweight Championship." Doesn't he understand that this is a title that was CREATED for him to run around with and play "Ric Flair" with? (And before anyone says that title is linked to the old WCW Championship, I can tell you now, it's not.) The real championship gold happens to be over on the SmackDown! brand, around the waist of one John Bradshaw Layfield (not that he's much better, but at least he can make me laugh). In case Mr. Levesque has been living in his fantasy wrestling world too long, the "other title" happens to be THE WWE Championship. The one that's passed through the hands of men like Sammartino, Graham, Backlund, Hogan, Bret, HBK, Stone Cold, The Rock, Foley, Angle, and Guerrero. The one that dates back to the beginnings of the World Wide Wrestling Federation, back in 1963. This, my fellow viewers, is the TRUE championship.
It's funny how Hunter makes such a big deal over his little prop title. It's just something for Trips to wear so he can call himself a champion, because the real title's on the blue brand. Let's face it people, even though wrestlers like Chris Benoit, Shawn Michaels and Goldberg have all had their turn with it, the sad reality of it all is this: at the end of the day, all they're doing is keeping the damn thing warm for the almighty GAAAAA-ME-UHH!! until he wants his worthless hunk of tin back. Until someone gets a real chance with that title - and I mean a REAL chance, not just a few months here and there until the big baby wants his toy back - then that so-called "World Heavyweight Championship" means about as much as Ted DiBiase's "Million Dollar Belt" did back in the day.
And right about now, even that belt has more meaning.