Posts Tagged ‘TNA’

Clothes don't always make the man

Friday, January 22nd, 2010
More like Terry Taylor than tailor-made

Is that suit tailor-made...or a Terry Taylor hand-me-down?

While I’m pleased to see Ric Flair give A.J. Styles the superstar rub, the Nature Boy gimmick is not exactly tailor-made for the TNA World champion. Although, much like Flair in the ’80s, Styles is certainly one of the top in-ring performers of his era, A.J.’s innate personality doesn’t exactly exude that of a kiss-stealing, wheeling-dealing, limousine-riding, jet-flying son of a gun. (Painful to watch the new Little Naitch recite that line last night on Impact.) The Nature Boy gimmick clicked with Ric because it fit him as well one of those tailor-made suits from Michael’s in Kansas City that the NWA World champ used to crow about it in the old WTBS Studio.


If the angle had been slowly played out with a subtle, serious transformation of Styles into the gimmick, A.J. might have had a shot at pulling it off. But the whole angle with Flair/Styles feels rushed and forced, but that’s to be expected with guys like Vince Russo and Eric Bischoff, who have very little understanding of effective storytelling and psychology. Worse…with A.J.’s Southern accent and over-the-top delivery, the new Nature Boy gimmick came off like comedy, much like referee Charles Robinson’s transformation into Little Naitch in WCW years back. The Robinson stuff was hilarious because he was a small guy and legit Flair fan living out his fantasy–great TV. But this is your TNA World titlist, the wrestler whom many fans identify as the face of the promotion…the champion you’re trying to help get to the next level as bonafide superstar.  I understand the problem: as a babyface, A.J.’s a little vanilla; as a heel, he comes off as a goofy redneck. The pairing with Flair is an inspired idea but the hokey execution was way off the mark. When it’s played for laughs, there’s no way Styles can fill Flair’s alligator shoes, so he loses whatever benefit he might receive by associating with the 16- (18-?, 20-?) time World heavyweight champion. Here’s hoping Styles is a little more subtle and in control in his next promo as “the Champ.” (Having Flair rip off A.J.’s wedding ring from around his neck would be a nice touch: “You won’t be needing this anymore. Wooo!”) I would have built Flair’s influence over A.J. like a slow-simmering fire that gradually reached its boiling point after about two months. Instead, TNA tries to instantly repackage Styles into something he’s not.

Speaking of instant-gratification booking, even I was surprised they’d have yet another Styles/Angle title bout on free TV last night. Never mind the stip at Genesis that stated Angle could not wrestle for the championship again in 2010 if he lost–Hogan “changed his mind.” Geez. There went months of a possible slow, compelling buildup with Angle trying to goad Styles into another title match on PPV–all sacrificed to pop a rating for one night. (That’s the kind of short-sighted booking that buried WCW.) Even worse: another rehash of the Montreal Screwjob (the Orlando Screwjob?). My God, what a shit finish that was. Even more incredulous: Tenay and Tazz don’t even bother to show a replay of whether or not Angle submitted–instead a bloody Bisch comes out to no reaction to close the show. This does not bode well for TNA. As Santayana said, ‘Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it.”

Small-minded thinking

Tuesday, January 19th, 2010
Change...for the better?

Change...for the better?

The crowd at the Impact Zone in Orlando booed the hell out of Hulk Hogan and Eric Bischoff and the new (gasp!) traditional four-sided ring during Sunday’s Genesis PPV, so TNA director of production Scott Small delivered an impassioned plea to the fans gathered for Monday night’s TV tapings, urging them to consider themselves as “cast members” who can help–or hinder–the company’s storytelling. (I love the guys in the crowd who can be heard saying, “Where’s our checks?” and “Pay us then!”)

If Small wants more effective storytelling, I suggest he start with getting rid of Vince Russo and Bischoff. If he wants the loyal (admittedly, to a fault…some of these marks scare even me) TNA fans at the Zone to respond with cheers, then kindly ask Hogan to refain from shitting on the foundation on which the company was built. OK, I understand that loud cursing and vulgar chants/signs are out of order and can be pains in the ass during the editing process, but you have to understand that these Orlando fans have invested a lot time and energy in this promotion for years–they most likely feel a part of it. And now the new management comes in barking “change.” That’s the kind of political rhetoric that a lot of Americans in the South are tired of hearing in their everyday lives…and now you’re gonna “change” their rasslin’ too? Yikes. It’s no secret that Hogan hates the atmosphere of the Impact Zone and wants to move the tapings to “jam-packed arenas,” which is not only ridiculous from a cost standpoint, but also because the company can’t even fill the small venues it currently runs.


For the record…four-sided ring, six-sixed…who gives a damn? Just give me an alternative to McMahon that features logical angles and programs with stars who display the natural charisma, passion and sincerity that I need to believe in them. If you don’t want to piss off the people who show up to support your PPVs, then don’t bury the guys who have carried the company on their backs to make room for guys like Former Fed outcasts like Val Venis, who got a win over former X-Division champion and recent World title contender Daniels at Sunday’s event. Be careful with chokeslamming Hogan’s cronies like the Band (the regurgitated NWO) and the Nasty Boys down our throats–name recognition with casual fans is one thing, but building around the late ’90s WCW roster is suicide. And if you’re still not happy with the crowd’s ”performance,” then by Gotch treat them as extras and pay ‘em. I’m sure well-behaved sheep like those from the days of the WCW/Disney tapings–who woke up just long enough to respond with boos and cheers when prompted–roam Universal Studios today. But good luck keeping those rowdy marks out of the Impact Zone; after all, if a drunken goof like Scott Hall can find his way into the building, anybody can.

Of course you realize, this means war (sort of)

Wednesday, January 6th, 2010

It was just like old times Monday night, with dueling prime-time TV shows featuring professional wrestling (or “sports entertainment,” given the parlance of our times), with Hulk Hogan and Eric Bischoff leading the charge on one side and Vince McMahon on the other. There’s  no sense in declaring in a winner, as this “Monday Night War” was over before it started. For the time being, WWE will not even acknowledge they’re in a war, and why should they? Most likely, they won’t be for the near future; however, TNA took one hell of a shot Monday night, highlighted by a couple of major signings.

Overall, though, with the exception of an incredible TNA World title match with A.J. Styles defending against Kurt Angle, the company did not deliver offer the high-quality alternative to WWE programming that they claim to aspire to be. With so many old stars appearing (looking very old indeed), it had the feel of TV show reunion (like “Dallas”)—and when that show is “Monday Nitro,” that’s not a good thing. (Actually, it’s never a good thing, with the “Seinfeld” reunion on “Curb Your Enthusiasm” the exception to the rule.)

...and driving me crazy.

...and driving me crazy.

Yes, like an old girlfriend who screwed us over so many times (WCW post-1997), Hogan and Bischoff vowed repeatedly that “things are different this time.” (Sorry, but I’m just not ready to take you back. It’s not me—it’s you.)

Stunning that TNA kicked off with comments from the fans entering the Impact Zone, interviewed by Bubba the Love Sponge, who comes off like a sleazy doorman. (To steal an old Jerry Lawler line, “He’s got a face for radio!” Har har!) What’s scary is that of the dozens of fans they must have taped for this segment, these were the best they had: a woman declaring her love for “sweaty wrestlers” (the flirty Bubba—sounding like a “Girls Gone Wild” cameraman—appears to fit half that bill), a Hulk Hogan lookalike (not the infamous fan who used to show up at ringside during so many major WWF events back in the day) and some clown with a TNA tattoo (talk about Crossing the Line…of decency) who was obviously fed a line about the company kicking Vince McMahon’s ass. Amateur hour stuff.


They had the right idea featuring an X-Division bout early that included the Motor City Machine Guns, Amazing Red, Homicide and Black Machismo; however, the red cage looks absolutely horrible on TV, making it difficult to follow the action. Plus, for a promotion whose strength is a better lineup of quality wrestlers, I think a straight wrestling match involving the Guns (whom I’m really high on) as opposed to such a gimmicky concept would have been a no-brainer. Keep it simple.

I can’t even try to explain how a cage match can end in a disqualification, but this one did.

Killer debut: Homicide is Hardy's victim of a chair shot.

Killer debut?: Homicide is Hardy's victim of a chair shot.

Then came one of the first surprises of the evening: Jeff Hardy. (Uncle Eric loves surprises because that’s a key ingredient of his brilliant “controversy creates cash” philosophy of booking—never mind that aggressively promoting the appearance one of the top three stars in the business today would helped popped TNA’s rating.) Hardy took care of that “show-off” Homicide (poor Mark Tenay’s attempt to explain the guy’s agonizingly long post-match struggle to ascend the cage for no logical reason). Hardy then climbed the outside of the cage himself and…sat on top of it. (Probably contemplating the huge career mistake he’d just made.) Looks like Hardy’s signed a short-term deal with TNA after apparently backing out of a verbal agreement to return to WWE, most likely by WrestleMania. Then again, perhaps he knew that federal charges would indeed be filed the next morning (Tuesday) for his drug arrests last year, so he figured TNA would sign him no matter what, whereas WWE would probably back off until his name was cleared. Heck, TNA usually waits until a guy’s name is mud before they approach him (Pacman Jones, Rod Blagojevich, etc.) with a contract offer, so I guess the new management is definitely ahead of the curve on this one. What could have been a major coup instead came off like a flop, but that didn’t stop Tazz from shilling worse than Jerry Lawler on his worst day in WWE. (I usually like Tazz and Tenay, but the overzealous selling of “the history being made” on this night was a bit heavy-handed.)

While it’s mind-boggling they’d portray Bobby Lashley as a pussy-whipped weenie, I will say his wife, Krystal, has great potential as a heel. (God, is she ever unlikeable—instant disdain from the moment she opened her mouth. Not many people in the industry have that gift, Eric Bischoff being one of them, but I’m getting ahead of myself here.) I really don’t like Lashley’s direction as “the MMA fighter who finds TNA competition beneath me.” At this point, TNA needs all the credibility all they can get, so why not have Lashley say (he can speak, right?) he’s out to prove he’s the baddest man in both MMA and TNA—a modern-day Bo Jackson, the one dominant force in both sporting entities. OK, OK, have him act slightly snobby about the MMA thing if they want him as a heel (“conquered that world, so TNA should be easy”), but don’t treat TNA as a classless joke. To me, this was the wrong kind of heat.

Kevin Nash delivered a rambling interview with Christy Hemme (who was rubbing Big Sexy’s Old Man River’s chest at the outset), talking about making more money with Hulk now on the scene. (Sure, rub it in our faces, you undeserving prick.) He then promised that Hogan was “on his way” to the arena (shades of WCW)—and “he’s not alone.” (Visions of the Booty Man and the Disciple danced in my head. Or maybe the Honky Tonk Man as X-Division champion.)

Yes, I groaned with the reappearance of the stars arriving late to the event in a limo—one of the overused ratings teases of both WCW and WWE in the late ’90s…effective a few times before the former ran it into the ground, much like everything else. (What…not a single Hummer in sight?) Supposedly, even though he was in charge now, Hogan couldn’t even be bothered to show up to the arena on time.

Believe it or not, the first limo arriving was a swerve (go figure): Ric Flair. OK, that got a pop from me. Hardy and Flair in the same hour? Pretty damn impressive and an awfully strong statement to WWE that they mean business. I heard it was about 50/50 on Flair in the days before the show, but he’s apparently signed a deal for around 65 dates. Makes sense: Flair needs the money and they certainly need his name for credibility. I don’t want to hear how old he is: Flair still has enough charisma to give a young guy—whom it appears it will be A.J. Styles—more of a superstar rub. (Of course, they’ll probably swerve us and have Flair screw Styles and align himself with Angle, which at the very least would be damn entertaining.)


Mick Foley was shown arriving late (Jesus, does this company even have a call sheet?), so I guess he got stuck behind all that limo traffic and the police escort on the way to the arena. They wouldn’t let him in, so apparently he’s on the outs with the new creative direction. (Maybe’s he too young?) But then on the next commercial break, they announced Foley as the host of the new TNA replay show Epics. (Actually, that concept is brilliant to show new fans just how strong the in-ring TNA product has mostly been over the years.)

Up next, a backstage strip poker vignette featuring Lacey Von Erich, Madison Rayne and Velvet Sky—they must be among the performers whom Vince Russo referred to last week as “not ready for TV.” Really bad acting, with bad dialogue (“the ratings” talk is already getting old). Lacey’s playing a total ditz (I suppose some would argue she’s merely continuing the Von Erich tradition), but it was hard to differentiate that character from the other two bimbos. Another boob (Val Venis, complete with a towel fastened around his waist) would show up later. Excruciating television.

Hogan finally showed up after another limo tease (mystery man leaving one vehicle and climbing into Hulk’s limo) and an outside shot of X-Pac and Scott Hall being refused entry into the building. (Ah, if only that that were true.) Of course, as soon Hogan hit the ring, (following an awful knockoff of Jimi Hendrix’s “Voodoo Child,” his old NWO music), he revealed that he’d “been in the back all afternoon.” So much for details. The collective fart you heard moments later was the loyal TNA audience when Hogan declared that TNA would soon be the “number-one company in sports entertainment.”  Or maybe that was just the bloated Hall, who managed to crash the party along with X-Pac, just in time to mark out over Hogan’s speech. Not exactly a coincidence that this segment was slotted right before Bret Hart’s return on RAW kicked off—well played.

Whistlin' Dixie: Hogan promises change yet delivers the same ol' faces.

Whistlin' Dixie: Hogan promises change yet delivers the same old, tired faces. Speaking of which, that's TNA owner Dixie Carter at the podium.

Despite the embarrassing flop of the NWO in WWE and the bad taste the concept left in the mouths of former WCW fans, Hogan and Bischoff just can’t help themselves: They’re actually trying to recreate the biggest success of Easy E’s tenure.  (Not to worry, though, because it’s different this time, baby. I’ve changed.) While a bit of a novelty seeing them all together again, my first thought was, “Dammnnn, they look old.” Really, the NWO seems like a lifetime ago. Granted, HBK and Triple H often look very silly in their DX gimmick nowadays, but there’s no denying they move a ton of merchandise and the name is still a hot commodity. TNA can’t use the NWO name (can the dreaded “Wolfpack” be far behind?) and even if they could, it wouldn’t matter—the gimmick is dead. While X-Pac is still an in-ring talent, Nash can barely walk, while Hall, who at one time was outstanding in the ring, is washed up and looks it. In my opinion, all three aren’t worth the inherent headaches. (Talk about a lethal injection of NWO poison—maybe that’s what Hall meant by “partying old school.”) Having the nucleus of the NWO in the ring as the counter to Hart and Shawn Michaels meeting face to face for the first time in years? Sting, who was watching from above in the rafters (God, what year is this?), may have found all this fascinating, but it was no contest for me.

In a classic example of Memphis promoter and former TNA head Jerry Jarrett’s successful booking philosophy (“personal issues draw money”), Hart and Michaels spoke of the infamous Montreal Screwjob, which came off very emotional and real to me. Earlier that day, I wrote of how I’d hoped that Hart, Michaels and McMahon were hands-on with their treatment of this angle and spoke from the heart as opposed to a script produced by WWE Creative. As the astute Todd Martin from the Wrestling Observer also noted, the moment Hart uttered the words “WWE Universe,” an annoying marketing term created years after he left the company, I knew then that even the Hitman has to stick to the script nowadays. It briefly took me out of the segment, but while the words may not have been his own, the emotion was certainly there. The live crowd didn’t quite know what to make of the stare-down, but they popped pretty big when the two old rivals buried the hatchet and hugged following an HBK tease of Sweet Chin Music. I think they could have teased this at least another week, but it was strong television.

Back on TNA, Hogan spurned his old cronies, telling them, “It’s time that we all grow up, and we do the right thing for this business, brother.” Hey, Hogan, you’re about 12 years too late, brother. (Baby, it’s different this time. I swear.) I guess to prove how things have changed, Bischoff then came out (groan). Again, the man has a way of getting under my skin the moment he opens his mouth, so he’s not exactly bad for television. (But for the finale they were planning, they should have waited to reveal Bischoff at the end with Foley—that would have been much more effective.) The Bisch, of course, talked about his ratings glory so many years ago, claiming, “We took on the 800-lb. gorilla and put him in a little monkey cage. And we spanked him. In the process, we changed this business forever. Hopefully, we’re all just a little smarter.” Now that’s funny. Look around you, Bischoff. My goodness, that had to be a rib. Don’t get me wrong—I can understand the intrigue for an episode or two of IMPACT, but there’s no way an NWO storyline can carry this company. If they drop it quickly to prove a point that it’s truly all about the young guys, I’ll be impressed. But I fear the worst. Maybe that’s because Bischoff then ripped up the “TNA TV format” and produced a new one saying, “This is what you thought you were going to do. This is what we’re gonna do.” (I’ll admit it, I was jealous: I’ve been wanting to shred one of Russo’s formats in front of a live audience for years.) He then vowed to “turn this place upside down.” Sounds awfully reminiscent of his “hitting the restart button” spiel on Nitro years back. At least Dixie Carter didn’t speak, though she was shown marking out in the audience.

Hey, yo. We're gonna par-tay like it's 1998.

Hey, yo. We're gonna par-tay like it's 1998.

A little sad to see Samoa Joe sort of lost in the shuffle of all this. He’s lost so much steam since Russo arrived. (And his ring attire now looks like a mini-skirt at times during the action…horrible.) Still, good to see him in the ring.

Jeff Jarrett received one of his best babyface reactions since his Memphis days. He gave an inspired promo about the background of the company, which would have meant more had we not heard it all before, but….). Then Hogan popped up on the screen and ripped him apart. Although it was not intended, Hogan came off like a heel. (It was supposed to further illustrate Hogan’s commitment to everyone having to prove themselves, but it sure seemed like Hulk was shitting on Jarrett’s work in the company. The Orlando crowd didn’t like it.)

Two of the hottest young stars in the business, the Nasty Boys, finally made it into the arena after being rebuffed a few times. (I love how the Impact Zone was portrayed as some kind of cheesy nightclub where you had to be “on the list.” (The head doorman, Bubba the Love Sponge, got them in.) Apparently, they’re headed for a showdown with Team 3-D. Oh, my. The more things change….

The Pope’s got a lot of natural charisma, but someone should tell him he’s not quite the Rock just yet, i.e., he can’t pull off some of the lines he used like referring to himself as “a delicious cup of chocolate saving grace.” He got an upset win over the former Nigel McGuinness (who’s now stuck with that lame, soap-opera-like moniker “Desmond Wolfe”) as the crowd chanted “This is wrestling!” (They were probably so excited because there hadn’t been much of it at this point.)

World champ AJ Styles was doing a promo hyping his upcoming PPV title bout with Angle when Bischoff interrupted, saying the showdown for the belt would be tonight. While I don’t think the company should sacrifice PPV main events for ratings too often (which was out of control in WCW…Nitro’s Hogan vs. Goldberg, Hogan vs. Hart bouts, etc.), this was a good move to showcase the company’s two strongest workers.

While Kofi Kingston and Randy Orton had an OK bout with little time on RAW, the TNA title bout was more than 20 minutes of state-of-the-art professional wrestling. Simply fantastic. Part of me thought they were immediately going to take the title off Styles, who delivered a big-time performance, so I was pleased when he retained. The mysterious masked man who interferred–bringing back memories of the Flair/Hogan title match on Clash of the Champions in 1994–couldn’t even ruin this one. (God, if it turns out to be Ed Leslie or DDP, I’ll blow my head off.) Still, I gotta figure that Styles isn’t what Hogan and Bischoff have in mind as World champion, so I expect Angle to get the strap in the rematch. I’d love it if they gave Styles a chance with Flair at his side, but I expect they’ll go with the Angle as champ. Don’t blame them, really, as Angle does have the name and he’s still the best worker in the game. (Rhyme unintentional, I can assure you.)

Hogan addressed A.J. and Kurt after the bout, putting them both over strong before being interrupted by a backstage commotion. Foley had finally made it in and was looking for Hogan but instead crashed the strip poker game (woo-hoo…boobies in bras!). Venis smugly directed Foley to a corner office, where Foley instead found…Bischoff. (That would have been a nice surprise ending had Eric not appeared earlier.) The not-NWO attacked Foley (this must be the fresh, exciting approach they promised) with Hogan showing up and having a standoff with his 4-life brothers as the show closed. Eh. Whatever.

The Hitman and HBK hug it out.

The Hitman and HBK hug it out.

Over on RAW, McMahon answered Hart’s challenge for a meeting and called him out. The two traded words before McMahon suddenly switched gears from his heel persona and acknowledged Bret as the best there is, was and ever will be. Just when Bret let his guard down, McMahon kicked him in the grapefruits. I think the swerve was a little too obvious. I would have preferred a leery Bret refusing to speak with an earnest Vince throughout the show before finally giving in. I love Vince as a performer, but he stopped a little short of the sincerity that was needed to really make this segment click to avoid making Bret look like a gullible dope. (Another option: Bret catches Vince’s foot as he goes to kick him and slaps the shit out of the chairman of the board, who gets his revenge next week to set up some kind of showdown at WrestleMania. ) Overall, though, it was riveting seeing them together in the ring, letting off genuine steam about the Montreal incident. As Jerry Jarrett wrote on Facebook: “I must admit that during the Vince McMahon/Bret Hart segment, I had a wave of emotion surge through me. The great angles in the wrestling business are usually fact-based. This was truly a fact-based segment. Maybe I’m a bit prejudiced because I had a tiny hand in Vince McMahon’s start as a wrestling talent. I contend that he is the best heel our business has seen in the last century. I had the pleasure of working with Bret Hart on a daily basis in 1993 and 1994, which is about the time he won the title at WWE. The segment was emotional because of several factors. Bret has as much self pride as any person I’ve ever known. Vince runs a close second in this area. Both talents exude charisma and both set pride aside last night. I really think few fans understand how real that segment was.”

Although it was never in doubt, WWE crushed TNA in the ratings; however, the Observer is reporting that Impact did a 1.5 (with hours of 1.7, 1.4 and 1.2), which was higher than the company expected. (RAW did better than average, around a 3.7 or 5.6 million viewers.) This most likely will lead to a permanent shift to Monday nights for TNA.

The business is about to pick up.

Hart's war

Monday, January 4th, 2010

WWE would have been wise to post this link to the documentary feature Hitman Hart: Wrestling with Shadows to their Web site in the last week, especially since they’ve done a lousy job on TV explaining the history of the Montreal Screwjob in the weeks leading up to tonight’s reappearance  of Bret “the Hitman” Hart to Monday Night Raw. (That said, the WWE PR machine is in full gear with radio ads and e-mail blasts promoting Hart’s return.) For me, tonight’s WWE show offers far more intrigue than what will most likely be a TNA trainwreck with the first appearance by Hulk Hogan and his cronies. (To give you an idea, Bubba the Love Sponge, Val Venis, Scott Hall and X-Pac are all reportedly backstage, with the Sponge reportedly the new interviewer. On the bright side, Shannon Moore and Jeff Hardy are also there, but I’d be stunned if the latter wound up anywhere but WWE when he decides to return.) Granted, like most trainwrecks, I’ll have to look, I suppose.


In the last 10 days, I’ve had a lot of casual fans around my age (38)–mostly men who were big WWF fans in 1997 but stopped watching less than three years later–ask me about Hart’s return. No one has mentioned Hulk Hogan and his band of outcasts taking over TNA –not a single e-mail. Hart is signed through WrestleMania, so obviously tonight’s show will be the first step toward what will hopefully be a well-crafted, well thought-out scenario for Hart on the biggest card of the year. (In other words, I’m hoping McMahon and Hart are hands-on in writing this program–not WWE Creative.) Shawn Michaels is already in the mix, so that should make things interesting from the get-go tonight.


In my opinion, TNA has been in a tailspin the moment they got away from their attempt at some semblance of a realistic sport and tried to emulate WWE’s hokey, camp approach. (Y’know, around the time TNA hired Vince Russo.) Although not a fan overall of WWE’s current direction, there’s no arguing they do what they do best. You can’t beat them at their own game. You’ve got to come up with an aggressive new approach that’s different to distinguish your product (something more than a six-sided ring). And with the popularity of UFC and MMA, you’d think that new creative direction would be obvious. Hogan clearly now fancies himself as the Vince McMahon of TNA, the man who will bring some old-school psychology and sensibility back to the business. Or has he put it, “breathe some life into these characters.” Maybe I should be more optimistic. But I guess the memories of post-1998 WCW are wounds that still run pretty deep. Second coming of the Monday Night Wars? I seriously doubt it. But I hope I’m wrong.

Louisville slugged

Wednesday, September 23rd, 2009

TNA’s reputation took another hit last week when the promotion’s powers that be (ugh…bad memories of WCW in late 1999-2000) let go Jim Cornette, one of the best minds in the business—and one of the most entertaining TV wrestling performers ever—in favor of “writer” Vince Russo, the man who perhaps best represents the final nail in the coffin for WCW.

It doesn’t take a genius or even Dixie Carter (or even Stacy Carter) to see that Russo and Cornette go together like Jim Herd and Ric Flair, so yes, one had to go. But keeping Russo?

Tennis pro: In addition to being a gifted Christian athlete on the court, Cornette also happens to be one of the sharpest minds in the business.

Tennis pro: In addition to being a gifted Christian athlete on the court, Cornette also happens to be one of the sharpest minds in the business.

While certainly creative, Russo has no basic understanding of the way pro wrestling should work. Most notable: his reign of terror in WCW produced illogical, chaotic, god-awful booking never before seen. (Yes, including George Gulas’s improbable march toward Harley Race’s NWA World title in the late ’70s.) Even worse, he made himself and what seemed like about 20 other unqualified guys (including one C-list Hollywood actor) World champion in a span of six months on his way to completely alienating WCW’s already-dying fan base.

With the exceptions of WWF’s Sable and WCW’s Master P and Dennis Rodman (and about a half-dozen other morons who Eric Bischoff signed with Ted Turner’s money), Russo might be the least talented person ever to make hundreds of thousands of dollars in the wrestling business. He’s a former WWF Magazine hack who somehow lucked into a creative position and proceeded to book, admittedly, some great angles in the much-revered Attitude era, but only when he had Vince McMahon & Co. to reel in some of his most outlandish ideas and keep his “edgy” ass in check. Having a crew of the last of the polished territory guys (Steve Austin, Mick Foley, the Undertaker, etc.) and the gifted Rock at his disposal certainly helped. Unfortunately, this brief run of success with the Former Federation still has some in the business convinced of his supposed booking genius.

Cornette has a superior grasp of wrestling psychology after years as a fan of Memphis wrestling, one of the most creative territories in the business during the ’70s and ’80s, and later working with bookers like Jerry Jarrett, Jerry Lawler, Bill Watts and Dusty Rhodes. He worked his ass off for years learning his craft before he was even considered for a job helping Ric Flair book WCW. (For more on Cornette’s slow ascension to booking assistant, click here.)

(photo courtesy of

(photo courtesy of

During his recent Q&A session at the NWA Wrestling Legends Fan Fest in Charlotte, Cornette was overwhelmed with chants from the audience encouraging him to take the book in TNA. He downplayed the suggestion at the time, but appeared to have a sly smile on his face, like perhaps he knew something that we didn’t. Maybe he still does. Cornette is being uncharacteristically calm about his departure from TNA, possibly leaving the door open for a return when Russo eventually falls flat on his face. He tells In Your Head Radio that he’d “absolutely” return under the right circumstances. Reportedly, Carter wants him back on board if he can be “100% with the creative direction.”

Jim also denies there was a backstage incident or shouting match with Russo that led to his dismissal, which almost disappoints me, quite frankly. Cornette obviously doesn’t want/need any more headaches after years of working with the likes of Herd, Vince and Kevin Dunn over the years, so he’s walking away quietly, which doesn’t quite suit the Louisville Slugger we all know and love. Something tells me he’s got something up his sleeve.

For TNA’s sake and the future of this business, I hope so.

(You can click here to learn more about Cornette’s booking philosophy and influences. Click here to read a review of the TNA product under Russo, written months ago by yours truly.)


Just what that show needed–more TNA

Friday, March 6th, 2009


TNA continues to live up to its ridiculous name with the addition of “Survivor: Amazon” winner Jenna Morasca, according to  Entertainment Weekly. Morasca, who posed nude for Playboy in 2003 with fellow contestant Heidi Strobel (Jenna is the brunette, Heidi is the blonde) will make her debut March 12 on Spike TV.

Morasca tells EW: “Everyone is covered in glitter and makeup and stuff and then goes and beats the crap out of each other,” says Morasca about what attracted her to wrestling. “This is perfect for me.” Although she won’t actually wrestle at first, Morasca will indeed start fighting after taking a crash course in the “sport.” Unfortunately, the 28-year-old reality star has declined to take on a sassy new name/identity for the ring. “I’m gonna be me because it’s more beneficial to know it’s me from Survivor,” she explains. “If I had to take a name, it would be a terrible stripper name like Candy Cane Lane.”

Smart move on TNA’s part to release Petey Williams and Sonja Dutt to make room for this trollop. Admittedly, for someone new to the biz, Morasca’s grasp of wrestling psychology is already impressive. (Before you dismiss her notion that it’s all about glitter, makeup and beating the crap out of each other, keep in mind that Adrian Street made a career out of doing just that.) If there’s one term in today’s society that makes me break out in hives, it’s the distinction “reality star.” But, hey, I suppose, at the very least, it’s an upgrade from Johnny Fairplay. You just have to know that Vince Russo and the brain trust at TNA are counting the days until the October 2009 prison release of Richard Hatch, the original (gay) Survivor, who will most assuredly be brought in as the new conniving heel leader of the Main Event Mafia—a role disgraced former governor of Illinois Rod Blagojevich turned down.