Since the advent of the Internet, criticism of the WWE has become something of a passion for wrestling fans. In the age of smart marks (or simply, "smarks"), everyone is a self-proclaimed expert and seems to know exactly what is best for business. At any given time, theres no shortage of fans who will shout at the top of their lungs that WWE, at present, sucks. Maybe its because the Internet darling isnt getting the push he apparently deserves, or worse, is getting buried. Maybe the product is too sanitized and family-friendly these days. Maybe there just isnt enough focus on good old fashioned rasslin. The bottom line is that fans will always find something to complain about. Admittedly, the WWE seems to go through peaks and valleys in terms of the quality of its output. While some periods are remembered with great fondness, others are looked at as dark years that should be stricken from the history books (looking at you, early 90s and late 00s). But even in the worst of times, the WWE has managed to stay afloat and weather the storm. Why? Because despite their complaining, the fans keep watching. Thats what makes them fans.
I am a writer and stand-up comedian living in Montreal, Quebec, Canada. I didn't witness the Bret Hart screw job in person, but I did watch the Breaking Point PPV live and that was terrible it its own way. I am dangerously obsessed with professional wrestling and its surrounding culture. I am the current ring announcer for a local fed called the IWS. I got to introduce Tommy Dreamer a while back. My head almost exploded. I am a mark, and proud of it. I also co-host a podcast called Go Plug Yourself, which has featured quite a few local wrestlers and even Mick Foley. Speaking of the Mickster, I once got to be his warmup act when he was in town for comiccon. My head actually exploded that time. I've recovered... sort of.
