Once upon a time, the World Championship was everything. Being the WCW Heavyweight Champion, or the WWF Champion, or the Intercontinental Champion, meant something. Those titles were the focal point of the entire federation, the goal that everyone aspired to.
That was before star power became more important than prestige and the landscape became dominated by petty personal feuds and battles between and against authority figures.
The Gold Hunter doesn’t care about any of that. He has one thing on his mind. He wants to win championships. And he doesn’t just want to win the WWE Championship, though that is definitely on his list. He wants the U.S. Title, the Intercontinental Title, the Tag Team Titles. He wants to be the next Triple H, the next HBK, the next Edge, a Triple Crown Champion, a Grand Slam Champion.
For him, the only thing that matters is how much and how often and how long he can hold a title. Everything else is secondary, if not entirely irrelevant.
All of his feuds would focus, ultimately, on the titles. Whether he’s chasing a No. 1 contender’s match to be decided at a pay-per-view, or seeking bloody vengeance on a man who cost him a chance at the gold, whether he’s in the title picture or not, everyone knows what he’s after.
The effect here would be two-fold. It would grant a young guy who hasn’t picked up a lot of gold a chance to have a strong direction, and it would, I hope, elevate the idea of being a champion.
He would risk anything to acquire the gold, enter any match, fight any person with the chance to be champion. He storms the Royal Rumble, he scratches and claws for the chance to be in an Elimination Chamber, he wreaks utter mayhem in the Money in the Bank match for a chance at that briefcase. Nothing can stop him.
And when he finds a partner who can get him the tag-team belts, he’ll stick by them through thick and thin—unless he has to cut out some dead weight.
Also important would be to tag him with a valet, a female cohort who would fight just as viciously for the Diva’s Championship so that they could carry all the gold together. Someone like Eve or possibly even Beth Phoenix would fit in nicely in that role, and it would give another woman a chance to stand out on WWE programming.
As for who could fit the bill, I’m thinking it would have to be someone young. Having a guy come in with four or five title reigns to his name before taking on this gimmick would be a little much. I’d offer up either Jinder Mahal or Michael McGillicutty.
The latter is my personal preference, since he has better in-ring chops and seems to be really progressing as a mic worker from where he once was. But if WWE is high on Jinder, then giving him a better gimmick than “he wears a turbin” is a great place to start.