Writerâs Note: A column is only as good as when it is actually posted. Wrote this on Friday, but never put it up on The WZ for some reason. Then again, TNA Impact did air last night, so I guess I donât have to write this after all. Read on. Never mind. Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain.
It has been pointed out to me by some readers that I donât write enough about TNA. So, I plunked myself down on the couch and watched me an episode of Impact. My thoughts of TNA today (no, not the webcast) are as follows:
Turning Sting heel? No, no, no, no, no. Canât do it. Not because it wouldnât be entertaining, but fans are not going to accept it. He did a heel interview last week that received cheers. This past Thursday, he came out again and continually talked about the percentage of fans who cheered him and the smaller percentage of fans who booed him. He kept referring to percentages as if he was an actuary. Look, when Sting went from blonde spiked hair and colorful facepaint to the âCrowâ look, he took on an anti-hero/âtweenerâ look and persona. Fans just dig him too much to out-and-out hate him. Which brings me to my next point.
This âVeterans/New Generationâ angle smells of mothballs. It has been done over and over and over again and is a mummified type of old. ECW just tried it a while back, to no avail. Remember the âMillionaireâs Clubâ vs. the âNew Blood?â Itâs too confusing. What constitutes a veteran wrestler from a new generation star? Is it WWE guys who joined TNA over the past few years? Recycled and confusing are not the type of adjectives to use about such a high-profile angle. Dump it.
Team 3D. Will they sign with TNA or will they rejoin WWE? Meh, does it really matter. Yes, they were the first high-profile WWE stars to jump ship to TNA. However, their time in TNA has been less than stellar. It seems that the minute they were forced to change their names, they never were the same. Yet, becoming the Dudleys again in WWE may not be the best choice because their tag team division is practically non-existent and the titles fairly meaningless.
ODB, huh. Iâm not saying that Russo is stamped all over her, but I think I saw his name subliminally written in her tattoos. I get the gimmick, okay. Hard not to when it is forced down your throat. Coming out in the janitor-turned-truck-driver outfit. Check. Slapping her rather ample chest. Check. Flask. Check. But seriously, taking a sip of the hard stuff before the finisher to gain âliquid courageâ or strength akin to a spinach-infused Popeye. She does have talent and is very entertaining, but the persona is a bit, well, gimmicky.
