Honestly, and this isn't flippant: for a list striving for such definitive importance, taking in the gravity of implications that can ruin entire careers, a list that spans 10 years, 120 months, 521 weeks, 3,650 days, 87,600 hours, and 5,258,880 minutes - writing it in November 2019 might be a gamble. That's the WWE of right now for you.
The latest quarterly financial report paints a bizarre picture of WWE in 2019.
This time next year, if the product continues to alienate fans, will be more bizarre still: WWE is a company that is fading badly in popularity, but it doesn't matter, because it is propped up by an in-flux TV industry that considers taunting dog mascots and cuckold storylines DVR-proof sports programming.
This is the Living Dead era of WWE.
The dumbest wrestling company has somehow become idiot-proof. House show attendance is down. Ratings are down. Network subscriptions are down. Merchandise is down. Fans are in revolt. Tarp hangs over everything; it's a fitting visual metaphor for the extent to which corporate revenue obscures the growing lack of fan interest. WWE has endured and enjoyed its latest popular and most profitable era ever.
It's death by a thousand cuts, and what follows are the ten most infected gashes...