3-3-11: The Slow Death of Dixie Carter's TNA Wrestling

Quinn GammonCorrespondent IFebruary 27, 2011

Somehow, this would mean so much more if the promo video used for him wasn't stolen from a promotion much more powerful than TNA. And if said stolen video hadn't been in circulation for a month.
Somehow, this would mean so much more if the promo video used for him wasn't stolen from a promotion much more powerful than TNA. And if said stolen video hadn't been in circulation for a month.

This may very well be the last TNA article I ever write. 

That doesn't even have anything to do with the title, by the way. It's just that bad.  It's no secret to anyone that reads my work that I'm not a supporter of TNA. I am, by every definition of the word, a TNA hater.

It's got nothing to do with purposely wanting the company to die, no matter how I choose to word things in my articles. TNA has a fantastic roster of wrestlers. That roster happens to be bogged down and overshadowed by the mind blowing amounts of Ex-WWE talent, and over the hill stars of yesteryear, but in the end, TNA's in-ring wrestling is their only true strength.

Since their inception, the wrestling portion of the show is the only thing that TNA has consistently done correctly. Innovative, hard-hitting, creative and intense. But no matter how good a promotion's in-ring work is, bad writing is always going to take away from that. 

It is for this reason and this reason only that I allow others to brand me a TNA hater. In my mind, there is absolutely no excuse for a company with the talent that TNA employs, to be doing as bad as it's doing after nine years in existence. 

There is no reason that diehard TNA fans have to use words like "baby steps" to describe TNA's basic approach to wrestling. Baby steps are something companies do for the first two, three, maybe even four years. But nine years of baby steps? Is the definition of insanity still "Doing the same things over and over again and expecting a different result each time?" 

I haven't checked the dictionary lately so I wouldn't know. Perhaps the definition has changed in the last nine years. 

Despite all their faults, all their failed story lines, their poor use of money and resources, their terrible decision making and their inability to remain consistent with any of their writing, TNA has never truly sunk their own ship. 

Lots of people refer to TNA as WCW 2.0 or WWE Lite. I, myself, have been known to call the company "WCW on Fast Forward."

Until recently, even with all of the cons blatantly outweighing the pros, the in-ring product has been good enough to at least keep the small fanbase satisfied and iMPACT putting along at it's typical 1.0 ratings range.

And then TNA sank their own ship. This has probably already been covered by several hundred writers all over the Internet, so I don't plan on beating a dead horse. But don't sit there for a moment and try and say that it doesn't deserve to be beaten. This rubbish deserves to be drug out behind the barn and shot, but those days may be coming to a close.

As I said before, this may very well be the last TNA article I ever write, for my own personal reasons. 

What more can I say? I've attacked every poor decision I could get to, blasted them at every wrong turn, and I've reached the point of no return. If one continues to look backwards, they'll soon be walking in that direction. We've gotten to the point where lauding their poor decisions has almost become counter-productive. 

Many writers reached that point a long time ago, but I'm stubborn by nature. I didn't want to give up on the idea of legitimate competition for WWE and a newfound fire to be lit under all things wrestling. But TNA's 3-3-11 stunt has made it painfully clear that this revelation will never come to fruition.

We have a better chance of Paul Heyman buying ROH, and turning it into the next ECW. Or Sting working for Vince McMahon.

I'm literally at a loss for words as to how to describe this garbage. 3-3-11? TNA's biggest surprise of the year is to bring Sting back and do it by blatantly ripping off WWE's month-old Undertaker return promo?

TNA didn't even try to make it their own. Not even a little bit. Insert the Johnny Cash song and you'd have a near carbon copy.

Thunderstorm with rain? Check.

Ominous shadowy figure in trench coat walking up stairs? Check.

Smoky eerie numbers spelling out a date at the end? Check.

TNA didn't even change the font. They couldn't even be bothered with changing the font on the date at the end. To, you know, at least give the illusion that it wasn't a complete rip-off?

How, in any way, was this supposed to be good for TNA? The loyal TNA fans are disappointed, the smart TNA fans are embarrassed, the casual fans are confused and the WWE marks are soiling themselves laughing. Nobody wins in that scenario.

It gets better. 

Why on Earth, in the name of all things sacred and good, would Dixie Carter promote this as "The biggest shocker of the year...guaranteed." 

Can someone please explain that to me? For one, this was a taped show. A taped show. In the Internet age of wrestling. On an information superhighway loaded with dirt sheets and spoiler websites and nerdy pimply faced smarks staining their trousers at the chance to expose everything they can.

Dixie Carter already had minimal credibility in the eyes of many wrestling fans. And questionable credibility in the eyes of even the most loyal TNA fans. 

That just went flying out a large office building window. 

I have lost count of the number of times Dixie has hopped on her cute little ol' Twitter account promising wrestling fans the world and delivering Polly Pockets instead.

Dixie Carter's Facebook and Twitter accounts were literally bombarded with scathing remarks regarding the stolen promo video. Some fans tried to excuse this by saying that TNA was giving a giant middle finger to WWE and perhaps they were. But like everything else they've done, it's blown up right in their face.

Add to this the fact that Dixie is now allegedly spending more money on another Jersey Shore "star" as opposed to siphoning this extra money where it ought to be going; into the bank accounts of the wrestlers struggling to keep her pitiful endeavor afloat.

This may very well be the last TNA article I ever write. It's just gotten that bad. No witty remarks today. No ramblings, rantings or epic blastings in hopes that things will turn around. 

Not today.

Today, I think it's time for me to let go and let TNA's failures speak their own volumes as they clearly do well enough in that department without me. I make no promises though. Perhaps someday...

Leave your interesting and creative responses in the comments section below and follow me on Twitter @roughdivisions