Chances are, you and I haven't been formally introduced. So please allow me to introduce myself. I'm Eddie Mac. I'm 35 years old and single. If I lived near a beach, I'd enjoy long walks on it. But these days, I can't get more than a few feet without feeling some serious pain because of all the weight I've put on for about the last seven years, which, I admit, is how long I've been since been in a serious relationship. Ok, actually I've been in one. But it was so off-again, on-again, I wasn't sure if we were even together in the first place.
But I digress.
You may know me as the guy that does the This Day in Wrestling History posts on this site. Well, I've been doing them for about the last two months. Trust me; I enjoy the hell out of sharing wrestling history with you. I do occasional articles on here whenever the mood strikes me. I am also doing the first ever Cageside Seats Ultimate King of the Ring tournament (plug most shameless: first round wraps up this weekend). I'm also a two-time WWE Supercard King of the Ring winner, and, until last night, I thought I was the only one here. Apparently someone has won it five times. That's commitment, homes. But as a baseball player once said, I'm not here to talk about the past.
I'm here to talk about the now.
Just a heads up: starting now, I'm probably going to be a little more than irrational.
And...maybe it's me, but at least on the mainstream level, pro wrestling is a mess. I'm not talking a mess where it's just a matter of a couple people coming back, everything will be okay. Or even the mess of last year where if they just stay the course, we'll all be okay at the finish line. This is mid-1990s, New Generation, Hulkamania ruining WCW pre-Nitro messy.
Let's start with WWE: since Daniel Bryan won the world title at Wrestlemania XXX (you remember Wrestlemania XXX, don't you? It's the one where Brock Lesnar beat the Undertaker, but if you actually stuck around for the ending, Daniel Bryan tapped out the guy that won the Royal Rumble in his first match back), Daniel Bryan suffered tragedy in both his professional and personal lives, the Network was revealed to have underperformed to expectations, sending their stock tumbling down and more than a dozen wrestlers to the unemployment line (nearly including one who was busted on a SIXTH DEGREE ROBBERY CHARGE), their second biggest star decided sitting at home healthy and happy was a way better alternative, a former world champion is threatening to sue after he got slap-happy with another employee, and said Royal Rumble winner, who was never welcomed back in the first place until right before he left again, left again.
Not to mention The Shield split up and John Cena on the periphery of tying Ric Flair's world title record, while Brock Lesnar, he of the conquering of the streak, is once again forced into the margin of history. And that's just the tip of the iceberg.
While the E tries to please two of the most impatient groups on the planet at the same time (wrestling fans and investors), at least they can take comfort that they'll be on TV for at least the foreseeable future. TNA, however, probably cannot.
Until recently, it looked all but certain that their promotion wouldn't have any TV beyond the end of next month, but Spike caved in (or threw the sinking promotion a life raft) and gave TNA possibly until the end of the year. And if rumors are correct, they're heading for a smaller network for a MUCH smaller paycheck, meaning, not only is TNA back where they've started, they're probably looking at an even worse position than before.
With everything that's been going on in the two big companies these days, I came to two conclusions after Monday's Raw: (1) I'm way too jaded enjoy the current product now. I can't even find enjoyment in it. I guess this makes my formal introduction into the IWC complete. (2) I think I need a break from said current product.
Here's the thing: this will be my second such break in 2014. In fact, it'll be my second this summer. The first came in June right after The Shield broke up. It came at the end of a bad episode of Raw and it irrationally shook me to the core as a fan. I left for a month and returned just in time for John Cena, 15-time world champion. Huzzah.
Now, with no Daniel Bryan, no CM Punk, no Dean Ambrose, no Brock Lesnar or Heyman (with the exception of pretapes), a buried Cesaro, a definitely buried Wyatt Family, hell, just about an entire roster of people that do not matter with the exception of about five guys, and that other promotion I've long given up on and having no desire to go back, I need to get away for a bit.
Of course I'll still be here, in the Daily, in the occasional thread, bringing the daily history post, wherever. I love this site way too much. In fact, that's pretty much how I'll keep up with angles for the foreseeable future. That and Twitter. Right now, I'm just too frustrated to watch the product.
And this was the only way to let it out.
Because I know the people I need to shout it to won't listen and won't care. But just in case any of those people are reading this, know that I'm not the only one feeling this way. I'm just one of the more forgiving ones.
Thanks for reading my thousand or so words. This was my moment of therapy. Carry on.