It is extremely popular to share a war story from working in World Wrestling Entertainment at present. And - to borrow a bit of Vince McMahon's parlance - quite frankly, why would you not?
It comes across a little bit petty on television and burning bridges typically isn't advisable in any industry, but revealing all about many of the damaged and/or deranged creative processes prove to be more than just cathartic for the wrestlers themselves - they actively aid the viewing experience of the plugged in fan.
If you've just finished listening to the former Revival tell the story of being given character mock-ups that made them look like garden gnomes, it becomes easier to reconcile just how a pro wrestling show could book a segment in which pairs of champions swap belts because the straps match the colours of the ropes. Same when you find out that current AEW Champion Jon Moxley was asked - in order to portray the edgy babyface he's clearly had mastered all along - to be an even stupider prop comic than the wagon-towing t*t that once walked to Raw in a blizzard.
Relations between machine and man becoming untenable is typically reflective of the wider functionality of that machine. As one of the most dysfunctional organisations in wrestling industry in it's latter stages, there's little wonder so many had it so bad...