From the last head count, WWE have approximately 5000 active wrestlers on their various rosters, a veritable army of foot soldiers equipped to take on the apparently impending wrestling war scheduled for this autumn.
With such a mass of bone-bending humanity spread across a dizzying five different brands - a number which required all the fingers of one hand to get right - it's pretty much guaranteed a whole clutch of them are going to get lost in the shuffle. Think WCW in 1998, on a somehow even grander and more wasteful scale.
But for the most part, the problem is talent being overlooked, not outright forgotten. Everyone and their cat is acutely and painfully aware that Chad Gable, for example, is being criminally underutilised by the company. From WWE's point of view, he's an irritating fixture in the wrestling world's collective noggin - one they'd like to give a swift whack.
If only he could be more like the very select group of unfortunate wayward souls who are so far down the pecking order that even the company themselves have probably forgotten they are on the payroll. It worked for Lanny Poffo.
Benjamin was born in 1987, and is still not dead. He variously enjoys classical music, old-school adventure games (they're not dead), and walks on the beach (albeit short - asthma, you know).
He's currently trying to compile a comprehensive history of video game music, yet denies accusations that he purposefully targets niche audiences. He's often wrong about these things.