Folks, let me tell you about a night that was as heartwarming as a family reunion. On a date echoing history, Mark Briscoe, a man who’s come close but no cigar in the past, decided it was his turn to step into the spotlight his brother Jay once brilliantly illuminated. We’re talking Supercard of Honor 2024, a night that’ll be remembered as vividly as my first taste of ice cream.
Eleven years back, Jay Briscoe grabbed the ROH World Championship with the tenacity of a bulldog. Fast forward to now, and there’s Mark, walking out to “Gimme Back My Bullets” by Lynyrd Skynyrd, ready to take on the world – or at least Eddie Kingston, the reigning champ. It was a battle as intense as a debate on the Senate floor, with both men giving it their all, not just for the title but for the spirit of competition that defines ROH.
Now, Eddie Kingston, he’s no slouch. Since taking that belt in ’23, he’s been like a traveling salesman, defending it far and wide. But this night, April 5, was Mark’s moment, a chapter written in the stars. Battered and bloodied, Mark delivered a ‘Jay Driller,’ a nod to his late brother, securing a victory as sweet as pie.
The aftermath was something out of a movie, folks. The ring filled with family, tears, and enough streamers to decorate the entire state of Delaware. It was a scene of unity and respect, with the locker room spilling out to pay homage. And let me tell ya, when Jay Lethal and Matt Taven shed tears, you knew it was a moment as touching as a grandparent meeting their grandkid for the first time.
But the story doesn’t end there. Briscoe and Kingston, from adversaries to allies, are set to team up with Adam Copeland at AEW Dynasty. They’re taking on the House of Black, and if I were a betting man, I’d say those boys better watch out. Mark Briscoe’s story is one of determination, a reminder that sometimes, the underdog’s day comes, and when it does, it’s as joyous as a summer barbecue with all your loved ones around.
So here’s to Mark Briscoe, the new ROH World Champion. May your reign be as long and fulfilling as a Sunday drive with the top down, radio blasting, and nowhere to be but in the moment.