WWE did some late spring cleaning earlier this week and released a bunch of performers who in come cases, had (or have had) fairly prominent roles on television. I know all the cool kids like to say they were "future endeavored," but let's not mince words.
These guys were unceremoniously fired.
As in, Pack your shit and GTFO. That's essentially what getting fired is. Trust me, I know, I've been fired from just about every job I've ever had because management had nothing for me. No pink slip, no Hey, gotta letcha go, just "Hank" from security looming over my desk with a stopwatch (and potato sack for my personal effects).
It was usually accompanied by the walk of shame, where I had to cut clear across the office while everyone looked at me with a sort of mock-sympathy, when in reality it was more like, Thank God it wasn't me. I always imagined what happened in the moments after, when the boss resurfaced.
Everyone typing just a little bit faster, sitting up just a little bit straighter.
That's really one of the only benefits of getting shit-canned. You can help the folks around you -- some of whom need that little spark -- to realize, Holy shit, I could be fucking done here, like tomorrow. That gets some people to the next level, while others recline, unfazed.
Better him than me!
I'm sure the ripple effect will pass over the WWE roster, as well as inside the NXT locker room. One of the great lessons I learned in real estate about a decade ago, was that it's easy to make money and stay employed when business is booming.
When the market sucks, so too, do the dreamers and mail-it-in'rs, and they quickly get pushed out of the industry.
Sometimes you only have room for the best.
Unlike Aksana, whose careless knee to the dome sent Trinity to the infirmary, Jinder Mahal and Drew McIntyre committed no egregious offense. There was no backstage faux pas or conspicuous blown spot.
They were, for all intents and purposes, props.
And props change just as quickly as the scene does. Heath Slater managed to emerge unscathed (for now) and will likely go back to being the One Man Band, or become Clem Layfield full time, or embrace some other wacky gimmick as Creative sees fit. And that's really the unfortunate part of roster cuts.
You don't always have to be at fault.
But if a performer can't make money for WWE, according to "management," chances are they can't make money for the competition, either.
When they can, like Christian
Cage, the door remains open. So it's not like getting cut from WWE is a career death sentence (misconduct notwithstanding). And the good news is, some of the benefits afforded to professional wrestlers are still available to former employees.
In this business, every little bit helps.
It wasn't that long ago when Teddy Long was General Manager, Brodus Clay was red hot, and Evan Bourne was ... well, you get the point. Today's news is likely to have the new blood -- like Adam Rose and Paige -- shaking in their boots. That's not necessarily a bad thing, as it may elevate their game to an entirely new level.
Regrettably, it may not make a difference.