It's Damn Real!
The undisputed, undefeated TNA &
No, that's not a euphemism for suffering through their television show, though I know I set that one up like tee-ball with a title like this. No, Total Nonstop Exhaustion is more of a defining of the state of the union these days. Becuase exhaustion is the best term I can think of to adequately describe what being a fan of TNA is like in 2016. Its descriptive of what being a fan of TNA has been for most of their existence, really, but it's especially true of the last few years. Really, ever since the 2014 Spike TV cancellation.
2016 has been exceptionally worse, though, because I can't go even a couple of weeks without reading a barrage of new and updated reports and rumors about the imminent demise of the company on the horizon a horizon that seems to be closing fast. All the while TNA does nothing to quell these reports. Instead, they continuing to buy just enough gas to reach the next gas station. TV tapings seem to be paid for by mining for every last penny in the couch. Pay-Per-Views nearly don't air days before they're set to (Slammiversary). Hell, Bound For Glory may not either if Meltzer's latest word is to be believed.
At the end of the day, I'm just really tired. I'm tired of the company only ever having enough gas to make it to the next gas station in the hopes that they even have gas to refill the next short trip. I'm tired of the never-ending rumors. I'm tired of the impending doom. But mostly, I'm tired of the reminder that if these reports are true, the only promotion I watch my team, in essence is about to fold. Again. For the second time in my life, to the same monopoly who bought the first one, in almost exactly the same manner, like a nightmare reborn just for my personal torment.
Not only is TNA almost certainly going to be sold this week, but there is a very real chance it's going to be to WWE, and if that happens, there's a very real chance (I'd argue a certainty) that BFG will be the last moment in their history. A lame duck swan song to put the finishing touches on a decade-plus of promise and potential that never was. WWE has no reason to operate TNA. They already have their own better version of it, chock full with some of TNA's most talented alumni, in NXT. What they see is a tape library to pad the WWE Network content library, which makes sense. But for lifers like me, there's no easy answer. It's easy to write "NXT" or "Smackdown", but just like 2001, this process has just poisoned my love for pro wrestling to the point that picking up another book just isn't in the cards. Not right away. It took me roughly four years and three months to reinvest in pro wrestling when WCW went under (I came back to it for One Night Stand). I don't know if I have another four years and three months in me this time. Because WWE isn't an option for the same reason it wasn't then. Imagine your favorite sports team is suddenly closing shop and somehow being absorbed by their biggest rival. How quickly are you buying that new jersey? Exactly.
The only thing I can do at this point is hope that Corgan is the guy, because if he isn't, and he may not be, it's all over.
I'm exhausted.
2016 has been exceptionally worse, though, because I can't go even a couple of weeks without reading a barrage of new and updated reports and rumors about the imminent demise of the company on the horizon a horizon that seems to be closing fast. All the while TNA does nothing to quell these reports. Instead, they continuing to buy just enough gas to reach the next gas station. TV tapings seem to be paid for by mining for every last penny in the couch. Pay-Per-Views nearly don't air days before they're set to (Slammiversary). Hell, Bound For Glory may not either if Meltzer's latest word is to be believed.
At the end of the day, I'm just really tired. I'm tired of the company only ever having enough gas to make it to the next gas station in the hopes that they even have gas to refill the next short trip. I'm tired of the never-ending rumors. I'm tired of the impending doom. But mostly, I'm tired of the reminder that if these reports are true, the only promotion I watch my team, in essence is about to fold. Again. For the second time in my life, to the same monopoly who bought the first one, in almost exactly the same manner, like a nightmare reborn just for my personal torment.
Not only is TNA almost certainly going to be sold this week, but there is a very real chance it's going to be to WWE, and if that happens, there's a very real chance (I'd argue a certainty) that BFG will be the last moment in their history. A lame duck swan song to put the finishing touches on a decade-plus of promise and potential that never was. WWE has no reason to operate TNA. They already have their own better version of it, chock full with some of TNA's most talented alumni, in NXT. What they see is a tape library to pad the WWE Network content library, which makes sense. But for lifers like me, there's no easy answer. It's easy to write "NXT" or "Smackdown", but just like 2001, this process has just poisoned my love for pro wrestling to the point that picking up another book just isn't in the cards. Not right away. It took me roughly four years and three months to reinvest in pro wrestling when WCW went under (I came back to it for One Night Stand). I don't know if I have another four years and three months in me this time. Because WWE isn't an option for the same reason it wasn't then. Imagine your favorite sports team is suddenly closing shop and somehow being absorbed by their biggest rival. How quickly are you buying that new jersey? Exactly.
The only thing I can do at this point is hope that Corgan is the guy, because if he isn't, and he may not be, it's all over.
I'm exhausted.