Being asked to be part of the relaunched Wrestlecrap is a huge honour for me. I remember vividly discovering The Crap back in 2001 when googling ”Aldo Montoya”. Here was a site with humour and information (back in the dark ages before YouTube and fire were invented) that focused on the side of wrestling you weren’t supposed to focus on.
God knows the bad moments in wrestling far outnumber the good ones, but rare is it the bad moments are brought up or mentioned. Only in the past few years has WWE openly made reference to such blunders as The Shockmaster and Paul Roma: Horseman. Nearly all bad gimmicks and angles went to the same magical place that household pets end up that must never be spoken about. But Wrestlecrap decided to focus on these things, defiantly going against the short-memory expectations wrestling companies asked of it’s fans. Like a sarcastic Elephant Graveyard, Wrestlecrap became a weekly fix for me.
Wrestlecrap became a common term on the internet and it resulted in Mr. Reynolds becoming a three-time published author whilst building a firm reputation as a Nice Man (boop boop). Ten years ago, I wondered how nice it would be to turn a hobby into a success without compromising myself.
The Botchamania happened and I found out that it was ”pretty hunky dory.” I don’t consider myself some sort of icon but I certainly have a Scorpio-esque feeling down below being asked to be a part of this.
I look forward to writing articles, being well known and then quickly becoming long forgotten as Wrestlecrap decided to forget about me and never reference my tenure again.
And I wouldn’t have it any other way.