TNA continues to soak itself in fail


I saw this posted on Facebook, by way of the Observer:

At tonight’s TNA house show in Cape Girardeau, MO, that was scheduled to start a few minutes ago, road agent Pat Kenney came out at the start of the show and announce that roughly half the wrestlers who were scheduled would not be allowed to work due to commission licensing issues.  They are offering both refunds, and for those who don’t take refunds, a free fan interaction with all the wrestlers.

So many things to say. I’ll stick to my favorite number, BJ Surhoff’s old number, baby.

1.) Isn’t this the type of thing they should have, you know, taken care of before the show? The licensing issues thing? Seems like a pretty big deal.

2.) If they couldn’t get that sorted in time, wouldn’t they, you know, know about it at some point before the show was set to start, and save people the charade of going to see the show in the first place?

3.) They owe people gas money for their troubles, not just refunds.

4.) Pat Kenney? TNA really has the market cornered on horrible 90s wrestlers, don’t they? If I worked for TNA, would I be supposed to respect Kenney in some way? A road agent should normally be respected, no? And did he start the speech with “Pat Kenney has a problem”?

5.) TNA has been bouncing checks a lot lately, right? (Just like Larry Bird used to bounce the basketball on the parquet floor!) So why on they spending money on abortions like this…


When they should be worried about using their money to, you know, pay their wrestlers, and bribe the athletic commissions. Fuck these fucking people. – Dusty

Barry Windham fired, mullet given three-year option

So long, Barry, we lardly knew ye.

So long, Barry, we lardly knew ye.

(This is kinda old news, but) According to (by way of, WWE recently released road agent/leech Barry Windham. As of that original post, no reason had been given for Windham’s dismissal, but Dot Net’s Jason Powell speculated that Windham’s reputation for not going into detail with wrestlers may have been his undoing. So you’re telling me that a guy who got into wrestling on his successful daddy’s coattails and then was lucky enough to ride in Ric Flair’s limo for a while wasn’t pulling his weight? No shit; if I was a young wrestler, I wouldn’t be standing in line to talk to Barry God Damn Windham about the secrets of career advancement and main event ability. I’d be in line behind him in catering counting how many dozen chicken wings he ganks. And before you start, I don’t want to hear about all of Barry Windham’s potential. The only potential this guy ever had was to potentially die of heart failure as he ballooned from his svelte, U.S. Express weight of 240 lbs. to his “we’re gonna swerve people into thinking Hulk Hogan’s coming to WCW early” weight of 310 pounds. And don’t give me that whole “great babyface, surprisingly agile” argument, either. There was another piece of shit redneck with a stringy white mullet by the name of Tommy Rich who was this great regional babyface who may have done a sunset flip once, and he was the NWA Champion for a cup of coffee (and a dozen glazed donuts). The last time you saw his fat ass was in ECW being made a fool out of in the FBI. Barry, pick up some P90X and make something out of yourself before either Windham Rotunda (haha, “Windham” and “Rotund” in the same thought… shocking) grows up without an uncle, or you and Tommy Rich hop on two motor scooters and ride off like those fat guys in the Guinness Book of World Records. God, I’m a dickhead. -Eric

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