The New World
A man sits atop the hood of a Jeep Wrangler. He's parked at the end of a pier looking out over San Francisco Bay. He's not the biggest man you've ever seen. Lord knows in this business there are some monsters around. He looks like somebody your dad might work with. Just an ordinary guy. He's not ripped top to bottom with muscles upon muscles. He doesn't have movie star good looks. He's just a simple man.
No, BigDog has never been a man that's impressive to look at. He saves that job for men like his partner, Dan Ryan. Now that guy is chiseled out of granite. No, BigDog doesn't win matches based on his physical attributes. His biggest asset is buried deep within his barrel chest. The heart that beats inside him is unlike any other in this business. He does not give up, he never quits. Quite simply, to beat him you will have to kill him. In all his years in this business, it hasn't been done that often.
Dressed only in jeans and a green hooded sweatshirt, he looks out over the bay toward the Golden Gate Bridge. He's always had a fascination about historical places. His mind often wonders at the thought of the millions of people who must have crossed here.
BigDog: I don't get to San Francisco all that often. It's a beautiful city. This week I happen to be here on some personal business, but soon I'll be making my way to the opening round of the Tag Team Invitational.
I thought this setting would be somewhat appropriate. This beautiful, red bridge connects two sides of the Bay. Neighbors really, hardly more than a stone's throw apart, would take an extraordinarily long trip around to see each other were this bridge not here. It brings people together, and for my money there are very few purposes in this world more noble than that.
That's why I signed on for this tournament.
There are a lot of people in the wrestling world that have never heard my name. And the ones that have heard it probably just chuckled to themselves and wrote me off as a nobody because of the sheer silliness of it.
That's certainly their choice.
But you see, there's a man behind that name. Call me BigDog, call me Paul Bennett. I'll answer to either one equally quickly. That name, however, is not something that I just gave myself on a whim. I didn't roll out of bed one day and just strap that on for size. No, that name was given to me in days long left behind me. Back when I used to strap on a helmet and a pair of shoulder pads and slam into people for the sheer joy of it.
I never went to the biggest schools. Never got a scholarship because I never really had the grades for it. Never really cared about school at all. But I loved playing that game, and I was pretty good at it. The other guys on that field started calling me 'the big dog' because wherever the play went on that field, I was there. Everything went through me, and that's just the way I liked it.
Once I came to this business, I kept that nickname because that's the same position I wanted to have. I wanted to be on top, and I wanted everybody else to have to come through me to get what they wanted.
Some might say I succeeded. I'll leave that to the historians to decide. I just know that I'm happy with what I've achieved in A1E. Multiple time tag team champion, longest reigning world heavyweight champion in its history. Not saying those things to brag. Just trying to help you understand where I'm coming from.
You see, up until a few short months ago, I've spent my entire career in A1E. I've watched countless people come through there, but I was one of the very few constants. Sure, I heard about other federations. Heck, my current tag team partner OWNS another federation. But I've been content to rule my own 'yard'.
However, that's no longer good enough.
Much like this monument in front of me, organizations such as TEAM and MCW are bringing people together. I participated in the Dupree Cup just last month, and it was my honor to represent A1E. I poured everything I had into that tournament because I owe everything I have to the fans of A1E. They have given me so much, and it was the absolute least I could do to give just a little something back to them. I only regret that we got cut short of our ultimate goal.
It wasn't long before that phone rang again though. The folks at MCW said they were having a tag team invitational, and they wanted the biggest and best teams in this business to take part.
Last year, I'd have probably respectfully declined. But now I've got a taste for it. I've got a taste for the new challenge. Fresh blood. The Dupree Cup gave me a chance to measure my skills against a whole new set of opponents, and I'm looking forward to doing that again here.
First up, we have Chad and Matthew Kurtis. Quite honestly, I know little about them right now. Rest assured though, by match time I will.
Dan and I are meeting up shortly to craft our strategy. Then, well ... let's just say we'll be showing up for the first round of this little shindig looking to show the world just exactly how two of the best in this business take care of business.