"Sign Guy" Rick Achberger, perhaps the most legendary super fan of all time, sat four rows in front of me and really became part of the attraction. Between matches he'd pose for photographs with fans and many of the wrestlers who walked by had an extra word or two. Jeremy Borash and Mr. Anderson pointed him out. Chris Daniels ripped up a sign (a piece of which my son picked up and somehow cherishes).
Speaking of Borash, though, it amazes me how far he's come from his early days in WCW. He's a member of TNA Creative now. As a host and ring announcer, J.B. works the mic with confidence and ease. No slight to Don West, but he's got to be TNA's best pitch-man.
They said D'Lo Brown was in the back, but he never came out.
From an athletic standpoint, Douglas Williams was the M.V.P. of the evening. He chain wrestled Zima Ion in a failed bid for the X Division Championship (no thanks to a certain spray can) and knew how to get cheers from a Midwestern crowd that could have easily chanted "U-S-A!" and been done with it. (I've seen Williams twice, and he was equally impressive last time against Eric Young—a true spot artist who deserves more than he's getting.)
Mr. Anderson played nice with his "assholes." (He didn't forget his "little buttholes," either.) The ceiling wasn't rigged to lower an old-timey microphone, so referee Brian Hebner grabbed a chair from ringside, stood on it and pretended to lower one down into Anderson's hand. His best moment came after defeating Kazarian, when Anderson allowed a young fan at ringside to complete his outro.
Tessmacher and Gail Kim were incredibly entertaining, and I'd be remiss if I didn't give them a "best" for working hard and being outrageously, indescribably feminine. There were a couple of points during that match where I turned to my buddy and said, "It's a good match, you know, but I feel kind of dirty—in a good way." (My ex-wife kept covering my stepson's eyes, which was a gas.)