Welcome, one and all, friends and spammers, to the newly created, and hopefully prosperous, John Tenta for Memorial for Terrible Gimmicks. It is here that we recognize all of the moments in wrestling that will live always live in our brains, and will always bring back memories. It will take you places you haven't experienced since you were a child. These are the types of gimmicks and moments that make up the basis of what it means to be a wrestling fan.
But not for any good reason, whatsoever.
No, this is the absolute dread of the wrestling world. The only place these "memories" belong near the Hall of Fame is an outhouse, or buried far below the Earth's surface, so that man nor demon can reach for it again. And I assure you, it's far more likely that demons will retrieve, because it also makes for the absolute worst torture in Hell. Instead of reliving these moments, we'd rather eat a stable full of manure. You couldn't smoke enough pot, take enough acid, and have any amount of lobotomies that could reverse the trauma these events put you through as a wrestling fan. This is exactly what happens when the Creative Reins for promoters are not held in check; the promoter takes us off the enjoyable path we once had, and rather drives us off of the bridge at full speed, with a one way ticket to Hell, non-stop.
And while there are plenty of likely candidates I could choose to become the first inductee into The JTMOTG, there is one that, at this moment, sticks out in my mind. This group absolutely personified how to kill buy rates, and to effectively bring your promotion down to ground zero. And what better first inductee to choose for the John Tenta Memorial for Terrible Gimmicks than the group that will probably go down as the most despicable, vile, vomit eating, ass licking, bottom dwelling, bestiality supporting, atrocious stable to have ever existed:
The Dungeon of Doom
What was this: This was, basically, WCW's attempt at creating a group that outweighed the entire population of New Zealand. At this point, Hulk Hogan was feuding with a monster of a man named Vader, who was pretty much the biggest heel that WCW had. He was menacing, he worked pretty damn hard, he was as agile as a cat, and to top it all off, he was a credible challenge to Hulkamania. This was the man that made a habit of ending careers. Surely enough, this man should have gotten the upper hand on Hogan on a few occasions, and created a feud that possibly could have lasted until Starrcade.
So what did they decide to do with Hulk Hogan?
They put him in a feud with this man:
Around the world, audiences pondered heavily over the open ended questions this feud would give to the wrestling world. Mainly, they went along the lines of, "How the fuck did they decide to do this?", and "Why is a relative jobber feuding with the biggest face in the company?", and especially, "Why didn't WCW shut down much earlier than it did?"
And all of these questions all provided one exemplary answer; I have absolutely no fucking idea.
Around this point, WCW realized exactly what we all did, that no one was going to believe in a feud between Hulk Hogan and Kevin Sullivan. So instead, they decided to add some muscle around him. Or perhaps I should say, some fat. WCW saw it fit to place as many of the super heavyweights in the wrestling business not named Vader or Yokozuna in a stable or "scary" gimmicks. Some of these wrestlers, made some sense, due to them either
A. Having a savage nature
B. Not being able to speak English (at least, I'm pretty sure that's how WCW went about their business)
Names like Kamala and Meng (formerly Haku of WWE... But with far bit more of a pudge to him at this point) were brought in to horrify the audience, and meanwhile, names that had formerly feuded with Hogan had been repackaged as "evil" wrestlers. Such names included Brutus Beefcake, now known as The Zodiac (I will always love Bobby Heenan's line of "Well, it's obvious he rode around in the convertible today", in reference to his hair sticking up), and of course, one of my favorite wrestlers, John Tenta. Except, John Tenta was repackaged as "The Shark", a wrestler who wanted to "Eat all the little Hulkamaniacs". I kid you not. As a matter of fact, as rumors state, WCW tried to push this gimmick so far down John Tenta's throat, they actually forced him to remove his tiger tattoo on his arm, and replace it with a shark. Anyway, this particular set of fatties set out to destroy Hulkamania, and everything it stood for. Names would come and go, such as The One Man Gang, Big Bubba Rogers, and the infamous Loch Ness (We'll hear more of him later, folks.)
However, there was another name that came out of this group, and established himself as a force in WCW. The man was seven feet tall, weighed four hundred and fifty pounds of muscle, and was agile as a cat. This man, known as The Big Show, was a star waiting to happen, and he was a giant. So, of course, it only made sense to label this man “The Giant”. Now all this mountain of a man needed was a gimmick to get himself over, and boy, did WCW have a doozie prepared for this man.
They were going to label this man as the son of Andre the Giant.
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I couldn’t have said it better myself. Anyway, this didn’t do much damage to his career in the long run, but it was immensely tasteless, and showed little respect for a man who helped paved the business. Simply enough, pawning off the name of a legend to just get a bit of heat is never a good idea.
It is now in which I will reveal the Match of Ineptitude, in which I release a match that personifies everything that was horrendous about this gimmick. While many matches could be used, nothing describes the inept nature of the Dungeon of Doom than Fall Brawl 1995, at the War Games. It was a match that, when all of the members of the Horsemen die, will be the reason they spin in their graves. So without further ado, let’s go to the match:
And thus, if that wasn’t enough evidence for you, let’s go into:
Why This Gimmick Failed: Why didn’t it fail? It was everything a stable is not supposed to be. Surely all these men, who while they aren’t the greatest of wrestlers, are still fairly competent in their own right, should have at least gotten the heat on Hulk Hogan once or twice. But instead, they were made to look like absolute buffoons. They never even came close to beating Hulk Hogan, even though the odds were highly in their favor. I recall one instance in which Hulk Hogan fought all nine then members of the Dungeon of Doom off, while entrapped in a steel cage.
If that is not a group that doesn’t reek of suckitude, I don’t know what is?
Not only that, but the horrifying gimmicks… Well, they were anything but. These weren’t monsters; they were cartoons. They were literal animated caricatures of their former selves, and nobody bought into these gimmicks whatsoever. It’s kind of hard to get over with the crowd when they are told that you are from “Tsunami”. While WCW tried to make monsters, they instead made morons, who had no chance against the mighty Hulk Hogan.
Plus, admittedly, these men just couldn’t work. None, with the exception of The Giant, were that good in the ring. The group mainly consisted of a big pile of puppy poop in the ring, and there is no way to get past that. Even The Shark, one of my favorites, couldn’t work that much of a match anymore, and was mainly limited to five or six minute showings whenever he wrestled. Perhaps if they added a technician or two into the fold, this thing could have been over for, I don’t know, a week or two. Or maybe, they could have decided to put this group together with the most over heel WCW had to offer. But of course, the wise men of WCW decided to turn Vader face… And then Vader completely went bat shit crazy, and got himself fired. There are so many horrendous things about this group, but to put it simply, this group had no redeeming grace whatsoever… Or did it?
The Moment of Saving Grace: This is the portion of the induction in which I speak about something positive for the group. Now I know what you’re saying, what good could have possibly come from this group. Of all the horrendous things you’ve said, how could this group possibly be saved in fan’s eyes? What was there to care about within this group?
It’s very simple: The Big Show.
The Big Show spawned from this group, as an unstoppable monster, the likes of which even Hulk Hogan struggled with. WCW created a heel that would go on a tear, and become a legitimate star, one of the few they actually created. Now, we view The Big Show as one of the best superheavyweights in pro wrestling, and though we may be unimpressed with his work, none can deny that when this man is motivated, he’s a damn good worker, and has all the potential to be a great main event heel. And in the long run, one of The Dungeon’s main goals was to get this monster over?
Does that mean… My Gosh…. The Dungeon of Doom was a…. a …. Success?
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Thank you, Dr. Cox. Anyway, no, The Giant got over because he was damn good. If anything, The Dungeon was holding him back. But then again, that seems to be the case for The Dungeon of Doom, and the story of their lives. Inept, pathetic, and holding WCW back from what potentially was going to happen next. And that’s why this group earns the first slot in the John Tenta Memorial for Terrible Gimmicks. Join us tomorrow (or next week… I really haven’t decided) when we take a look at the next induction into the JTMOTG:
The Giant Gonzales
See ya then.
But not for any good reason, whatsoever.
No, this is the absolute dread of the wrestling world. The only place these "memories" belong near the Hall of Fame is an outhouse, or buried far below the Earth's surface, so that man nor demon can reach for it again. And I assure you, it's far more likely that demons will retrieve, because it also makes for the absolute worst torture in Hell. Instead of reliving these moments, we'd rather eat a stable full of manure. You couldn't smoke enough pot, take enough acid, and have any amount of lobotomies that could reverse the trauma these events put you through as a wrestling fan. This is exactly what happens when the Creative Reins for promoters are not held in check; the promoter takes us off the enjoyable path we once had, and rather drives us off of the bridge at full speed, with a one way ticket to Hell, non-stop.
And while there are plenty of likely candidates I could choose to become the first inductee into The JTMOTG, there is one that, at this moment, sticks out in my mind. This group absolutely personified how to kill buy rates, and to effectively bring your promotion down to ground zero. And what better first inductee to choose for the John Tenta Memorial for Terrible Gimmicks than the group that will probably go down as the most despicable, vile, vomit eating, ass licking, bottom dwelling, bestiality supporting, atrocious stable to have ever existed:
The Dungeon of Doom

What was this: This was, basically, WCW's attempt at creating a group that outweighed the entire population of New Zealand. At this point, Hulk Hogan was feuding with a monster of a man named Vader, who was pretty much the biggest heel that WCW had. He was menacing, he worked pretty damn hard, he was as agile as a cat, and to top it all off, he was a credible challenge to Hulkamania. This was the man that made a habit of ending careers. Surely enough, this man should have gotten the upper hand on Hogan on a few occasions, and created a feud that possibly could have lasted until Starrcade.
So what did they decide to do with Hulk Hogan?
They put him in a feud with this man:

Around the world, audiences pondered heavily over the open ended questions this feud would give to the wrestling world. Mainly, they went along the lines of, "How the fuck did they decide to do this?", and "Why is a relative jobber feuding with the biggest face in the company?", and especially, "Why didn't WCW shut down much earlier than it did?"
And all of these questions all provided one exemplary answer; I have absolutely no fucking idea.
Around this point, WCW realized exactly what we all did, that no one was going to believe in a feud between Hulk Hogan and Kevin Sullivan. So instead, they decided to add some muscle around him. Or perhaps I should say, some fat. WCW saw it fit to place as many of the super heavyweights in the wrestling business not named Vader or Yokozuna in a stable or "scary" gimmicks. Some of these wrestlers, made some sense, due to them either
A. Having a savage nature
B. Not being able to speak English (at least, I'm pretty sure that's how WCW went about their business)
Names like Kamala and Meng (formerly Haku of WWE... But with far bit more of a pudge to him at this point) were brought in to horrify the audience, and meanwhile, names that had formerly feuded with Hogan had been repackaged as "evil" wrestlers. Such names included Brutus Beefcake, now known as The Zodiac (I will always love Bobby Heenan's line of "Well, it's obvious he rode around in the convertible today", in reference to his hair sticking up), and of course, one of my favorite wrestlers, John Tenta. Except, John Tenta was repackaged as "The Shark", a wrestler who wanted to "Eat all the little Hulkamaniacs". I kid you not. As a matter of fact, as rumors state, WCW tried to push this gimmick so far down John Tenta's throat, they actually forced him to remove his tiger tattoo on his arm, and replace it with a shark. Anyway, this particular set of fatties set out to destroy Hulkamania, and everything it stood for. Names would come and go, such as The One Man Gang, Big Bubba Rogers, and the infamous Loch Ness (We'll hear more of him later, folks.)
However, there was another name that came out of this group, and established himself as a force in WCW. The man was seven feet tall, weighed four hundred and fifty pounds of muscle, and was agile as a cat. This man, known as The Big Show, was a star waiting to happen, and he was a giant. So, of course, it only made sense to label this man “The Giant”. Now all this mountain of a man needed was a gimmick to get himself over, and boy, did WCW have a doozie prepared for this man.
They were going to label this man as the son of Andre the Giant.
[youtube]iDQBQOc1Dno[/youtube]
I couldn’t have said it better myself. Anyway, this didn’t do much damage to his career in the long run, but it was immensely tasteless, and showed little respect for a man who helped paved the business. Simply enough, pawning off the name of a legend to just get a bit of heat is never a good idea.
It is now in which I will reveal the Match of Ineptitude, in which I release a match that personifies everything that was horrendous about this gimmick. While many matches could be used, nothing describes the inept nature of the Dungeon of Doom than Fall Brawl 1995, at the War Games. It was a match that, when all of the members of the Horsemen die, will be the reason they spin in their graves. So without further ado, let’s go to the match:
And thus, if that wasn’t enough evidence for you, let’s go into:
Why This Gimmick Failed: Why didn’t it fail? It was everything a stable is not supposed to be. Surely all these men, who while they aren’t the greatest of wrestlers, are still fairly competent in their own right, should have at least gotten the heat on Hulk Hogan once or twice. But instead, they were made to look like absolute buffoons. They never even came close to beating Hulk Hogan, even though the odds were highly in their favor. I recall one instance in which Hulk Hogan fought all nine then members of the Dungeon of Doom off, while entrapped in a steel cage.
If that is not a group that doesn’t reek of suckitude, I don’t know what is?
Not only that, but the horrifying gimmicks… Well, they were anything but. These weren’t monsters; they were cartoons. They were literal animated caricatures of their former selves, and nobody bought into these gimmicks whatsoever. It’s kind of hard to get over with the crowd when they are told that you are from “Tsunami”. While WCW tried to make monsters, they instead made morons, who had no chance against the mighty Hulk Hogan.
Plus, admittedly, these men just couldn’t work. None, with the exception of The Giant, were that good in the ring. The group mainly consisted of a big pile of puppy poop in the ring, and there is no way to get past that. Even The Shark, one of my favorites, couldn’t work that much of a match anymore, and was mainly limited to five or six minute showings whenever he wrestled. Perhaps if they added a technician or two into the fold, this thing could have been over for, I don’t know, a week or two. Or maybe, they could have decided to put this group together with the most over heel WCW had to offer. But of course, the wise men of WCW decided to turn Vader face… And then Vader completely went bat shit crazy, and got himself fired. There are so many horrendous things about this group, but to put it simply, this group had no redeeming grace whatsoever… Or did it?
The Moment of Saving Grace: This is the portion of the induction in which I speak about something positive for the group. Now I know what you’re saying, what good could have possibly come from this group. Of all the horrendous things you’ve said, how could this group possibly be saved in fan’s eyes? What was there to care about within this group?
It’s very simple: The Big Show.
The Big Show spawned from this group, as an unstoppable monster, the likes of which even Hulk Hogan struggled with. WCW created a heel that would go on a tear, and become a legitimate star, one of the few they actually created. Now, we view The Big Show as one of the best superheavyweights in pro wrestling, and though we may be unimpressed with his work, none can deny that when this man is motivated, he’s a damn good worker, and has all the potential to be a great main event heel. And in the long run, one of The Dungeon’s main goals was to get this monster over?
Does that mean… My Gosh…. The Dungeon of Doom was a…. a …. Success?
[youtube]V3y3QoFnqZc[/youtube]
Thank you, Dr. Cox. Anyway, no, The Giant got over because he was damn good. If anything, The Dungeon was holding him back. But then again, that seems to be the case for The Dungeon of Doom, and the story of their lives. Inept, pathetic, and holding WCW back from what potentially was going to happen next. And that’s why this group earns the first slot in the John Tenta Memorial for Terrible Gimmicks. Join us tomorrow (or next week… I really haven’t decided) when we take a look at the next induction into the JTMOTG:
The Giant Gonzales
See ya then.