The Chris Candido Memorial Tag Team Tournament was a tag team tournament held to commemorate the memory of Chris Candido. As per Candido's role in TNA (prior to his death) of being the veteran who mentored young rising stars, teams were composed of established veterans pairing up with young rising stars. The tournament was won by Sean Waltman and Alex Shelley in 2005, its only year of existence. In addition to winning the trophy cup, the team was entered into a four-way match with a shot at the NWA World Tag Team Championship.
Teams:
- Chris Sabin and Shocker
- Simon Diamond and Mikey Batts
- Ron Killings and Sonjay Dutt
- B.G. James and Cassidy Riley
- Sean Waltman and Alex Shelley
- Shark Boy and Abyss
- Lance Hoyt and Konnan
- Kip James and Petey Williams
| Quarter-finals | Semi-finals | Final | |||||||||||
| Sabin/Shocker | Pin | ||||||||||||
| Diamond/Batts | |||||||||||||
| Sabin/Shocker | Pin | ||||||||||||
| Killings/Dutt | |||||||||||||
| Killings/Dutt | Pin | ||||||||||||
| James/Riley | |||||||||||||
| Sabin/Shocker | |||||||||||||
| Waltman/Shelley | pin | ||||||||||||
| Waltman/Shelley | Pin | ||||||||||||
| Shark Boy/Abyss | |||||||||||||
| Waltman/Shelley | Pin | ||||||||||||
| Hoyt/Konnan | |||||||||||||
| Hoyt/Konnan | Pin | ||||||||||||
| James/Williams | |||||||||||||
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