Hi wrestlefriends! It’s time for another week of swerves nobody saw coming except everyone kind of did! But first:
– Brandon and I will be at the Ring of Honor/NJPW show in New York tomorrow (May 17th), and Beyond Wrestling in Providence on Sunday. If you will be too, find us and say hello! That is if I haven’t died of wrestleswoons from being in the same place as Okada twice in one week (omg).
– Speaking of Brandon, we did another Slammentary for Clash of the Champions XXVIII. It was a super great show, except, you know, Hogan.
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This week on Impact: Maybe one of the worst matches in their history, and also Gunner! Sounds fun, right? Let’s find out!
Worst: Are we doing this yeah okay we’re doing this
Full disclosure: I fell asleep during this opening segment three times, in part due to working ten hours on one hour of sleep like an insane person, and in part to it being so godawful boring. It happened again today after a good night’s sleep, so I’m thinking it might not just be me and my boned sleep schedule.
Eric Young’s title run is given some kind of justification, as MVP explains Step 1 of his 10-Point Plan to do whatever it is he thinks he’s going to do. The problem is that while we’re told, okay, Eric Young is champion because he’s weak, and MVP can easily defeat him to become World Champion, feeding into the mythos of a title belt having more meaning than anything else in the world, but he still won it in a tournament. MVP even admits that he didn’t think Eric Young would win it. So that aspect of it becomes moot.
Okay, so now we’ve forced Eric Young further into this underdog situation, so it’s going to mean even more when he and Fortune or whatever band of TNA roster members get together to fight the Big Bad and his group of roster signees because POWER FACTION VS. FORGET THEIR DIFFERENCES FACTION is the Impact’s writing room panic button. It’s just…the same thing that always happens. It’s not fresh or exciting or engaging. Wrestling is like classical theatre in that it’s a series of ideas and stories produced differently as time goes by. They’re played out with different actors, different sets, but the tropes and motivations are familiar. The power struggles, the tragedies, Der Ring des Nibelungen with a title belt, spandex, and lingering distorted views of racial stereotypes. There’s even a guy who wants to f-ck his mom. I get that, and that’s what elevates wrestling to something beautiful, and more than just some athletic tussles and aggressive cuddling. But producing these stories is an art, and reproducing them requires a deftness and ability to make something you’ve seen before intriguing. Inspiring the audience to want to sit through something they know is coming is not what’s happening here. Dropping some ripped-from-the-headlines talking points doesn’t either, but we’ll get to that later.
What we need to know is that Eric Young is a Super No Vacancy Underdog Man Of The People Babyface, and MVP is The Worst Bond Villain Ever.
Best: BIPPLE DO BEE
I still enjoy the absurdities of The Willow’s promos. Inviting Bram and Magnus to wrestle him in his own dimension becomes infinitely disappointing, however, when you realize they don’t actually get sucked into a cartoon dimension of stripy umbrellas, velvet clouds, and Miyazaki kodama.
Worst: AllBram Buds
I feel like I’ve been Worsting everything lately, and I kind of have been. To be fair, these have been some exceptionally bad shows, but if you know me, or have been reading this here wrestling column from the beginning, you know how much I dislike constant negativity. Odd that I say that after watching TNA pretty faithfully for as long as I have been, but I digress. There’s a constant struggle to want to like things as a concept, and give them a Best for that, but the limp execution of good ideas has to be a worst. It has to be.
MVP has just signed Bram Flakes to a multi-year, “ironclad” contract. MVP has had issues with Magnus since his arrival, and now he’s signed a big dude who hates shirts, but hates Magnus’s personal growth even more to mess with his head. Bram says he’s his friend, but he’s not doing friendly type things. He encourages Magnus to cheat. He wants Magnus to stop being a Ric Flair (a very, very tangential comparison, rest assured) and start being a British background member of Aces & Eights, fighting and hanging with some women of ill-repute, never to be seen again once it’s convenient. But what Bram is really doing is forcing him into a babyface role with a comically small prybar.
The concept is good. It lets Magnus have a spotlight feud that will assumedly eventually make sense in the long term as a connection to MVP. It adds to the idea that MVP has brought in all of these guys to be on his side when the dividing line is drawn. This should be a best. But it’s the execution that gets a worst. These things haven’t come to fruition yet, so we’re left with an emotionally neutered Magnus whose wrestling has been problematic foreverrrr, Gunner 2: Beardo Boogaloo over here who’s not shaking any trees with his in-ring efforts, and OH RIGHT WILLOW’S HERE TOO.
Worst: The Velveteen Waaaaah Bit
Willow has had issues with Magnus, but he’s also had issues with Spud and EC3 and anyone who has been #TeamDixie. But now those motivations have been removed and he’s just mad that Bram beat his velvet pants threadbare. I guess this keeps him the whackadoodle rage monster he is, because if you don’t anger him at repeated intervals he just turns back into Jeff Hardy and tries to paint trees on your arms instead of flippity floo swantoning you to death. But he doesn’t even get to do that. He’s less of a rage monster, and more of a…Pissy Pirate? Can that be a thing? Next week can he come out with an eyepatch and a stripy hook hand and a mild irritation towards everything? Y’ARRR, THIS SALAD BAR BE BEREFT OF SLICED RADISHES /swantons through the sneezeguard