But now, January 8, 2006, Cena would step in to the Elimination Chamber to face not one, not two... but FIVE opponents. Surely, this was it. His reign would finally end. We would be freed from the monotony of watching him overcome the odds night after night after night.
Kurt Angle would be the first to fall, pinned by Shawn Michaels after being blasted with a superkick. One down, no need for panic yet.
Carlito and Chris Masters would strike next, in tandem, piling on top of Kane for the three-count. Damn...
Shawn Michaels somehow manages to get pinned by that sneaky little bastard Carlito, and things are looking grim. Surely I can't place much hope in Chris Masters or Carlito escaping the Devil's Playground with the strap...
Sure enough, Masters falls next to a low-blow by Carlito, and I watch in horror as Cena creeps in the back door to steal a victory with a roll-up.
I remember feeling a passionate wave of furiosity (it's like curiosity, except not actually a word) sweep over me, and I imagine that if I were Bruce Banner, I would have gone through an fairly epic Hulk-Out at that precise moment. I was on the verge of questioning the existence of the Almighty, when I heard a heavenly voice whisper...
"You think you know me..."
Alas! My fellow Canadian Edge emerges through the thick fog now rolling in to the arena, briefcase in hand, and marches purposefully toward the ring, and an exhausted and injured John Cena. What is this all about??
I watch as he hands the briefcase to the referee in the ring, and points at it, shouting furious commands. And then in one sweet, delicious instant, it clicks... He is cashing in! The contract never specified when it could be cashed in, and The Ultimate Opportunist was born. If only we could all be so brilliant.
The bell rings, and the fire in John Cena's eyes appears to have finally been snuffed; he knows his fate. Edge, crouched in the corner, waits with rabid impatience for Superman to turn and face him, for he knows he is pure Kryptonite. SPEAR! A glutton for punishment, Cena the Foolish kicks out at two. Edge regroups, and strikes again. SPEAR! 1... 2... 3!! It's over!
John Cena's empire crumbles to the ground, and Edge is handed his WWE Championship, his hand raised high. Remember when Edge cashed in and shocked the world? I do.
Aaahhh I DO remember that!! It was such an unique concept (cash it in when the opponent is already beaten) and so perfectly suited to Edge! He carried that brief case around for almost a year, and since he was the first MIB winner, no one really knew what he was going to do with it. In fact, the brief case sort of just became part of his attire. That was a "get up out of your chair and scream at the TV" moment!
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