So the Usos, who spent two thirds of 2015 out of action due to injury, are voted top in the Tag Team category at the 2015 Slammys. Neville, whose biggest storyline since being called up to the main roster has been playing second fiddle to a mid-level TV star at Summerslam, gets voted Breakout Star Of The Year. Nikki Bella, who's currently on the injured list with bulging discs in her cervical spine clearly caused by whiplash due to all the flipping between babyface and heel, is Diva Of The Year (and in direct violation of doctor's orders, cut a white meat babyface promo accepting the award, despite being the major heel antagonist in the so-called Divas Revolution). The question is: are these nonsensical results the result of worked totals or proof of the legitimacy of the polling? The same question arises when you consider the men and women receiving the awards. On the one hand, Seth Rollins (out with an even more serious injury than The Better Bella) is mysteriously backstage and suited and booted to receive an award that supposedly no one knew in advance he was going to win. On the other hand, if it's all worked then surely they'd arrange for more of the winners to be in attendance? On the night, Joey Styles angrily lashed out on Twitter at people insinuating that the voting was rigged, going on a block-happy insult spree against tweets with a negative spin on them. Regardless, the debate raged on for quite a while. I feel that, as wrestling fans, we should stand shoulder to shoulder on this divisive issue and find common ground. Surely, we can all agree that the Slammys are a colossal, heat-killing waste of everyone's time, and that the previous week's increase in ratings should have been followed up with something more entertaining? Like a colonoscopy, or a play about feet?
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