Attention Loyal Crappers,
After some careful consideration this past week, as well as consultation with RD Reynolds himself, I have made the decision to end the Power Crappings for the foreseeable future.
The straw that broke the camel’s back, as you may be able to surmise, was the SummerSlam ending being a point of contention among the normal votership. Even before SummerSlam, the Power Crappings had been blurred considerably. The rankings were meant to reflect true outward awfulness, to where there was no doubt what was being voted on was hideously awful.
I suppose the criterion for consideration was, “Could this one day be inducted by RD, Art, myself, or even Triple Kelly if she were still here?” The Crappings actually broke one of RD’s rules of thumb as pertains to this site, in that he won’t induct anything the year it occurs (save for the Gooker winner). Time and perspective are the best factors for inductees and, frankly, I’ve been wrong to include a lot of items for voting.
Fandango comes to mind. Immediately, we all (well, a lot of us) jumped on the idea of a ballroom dancer, denouncing it as crap straight from Vince’s mental uterus (boy, there’s an image). Even before he debuted, Fandango placed prominently each week. Honestly, he grew on me during the “pronounce my name right or I’m not wrestling” schtick, as he was drawing great heat. Once he became a star-du-jour, thanks to that post-Mania crowd and subsequent “Fandango’ing” trend, he was no longer a topic to vote on. Of course, he’s back to being a bland midcarder, but that’s no fault of his.
As for the SummerSlam booking, Raw did a pretty healthy number the next night, indicating that it wasn’t the “everything is screwed, I’m done watching” moment that the Bryan-loving doomsayers thought it was. I could be wrong in the end, but it clearly seems that Bryan’s on his way to fighting the corporate machine and obliterating it to become a no-doubt-about-it main event player once and for all. He just needs something to rebel against. A bland jackoff like Orton, and the stale McMahon family, are the perfect antagonists.
This is where I feel Punk was hurt in his 14-month reign as champion: his mortal enemies for the first nine months were guys nobody (especially the smarks) hates: Ziggler, Jericho, and Bryan. Like anyone who loves Punk and would buy him a Pepsi if asked would boo three men who have personality, are heavy on exciting spots, and put on great matches.
But when Punk got to Cena, and the company shaded Punk heel again, that’s when the most passion for Punk came out: Punk fans wanted him to murder Cena, even though they were told to hate Punk for whatever reason.
The Power Crappings have opened my eye to the fact this: the world of wrestling needs people and things that we hate in order to rally behind the people and things we like. It’s feng shui in tights.
Granted, there is Crap worth voting on, like Miz’s completely unlikable personality, out-of-the-ring stories about company ineptitude, dumb comedy, and so forth. Getting upset because a wrestler you hate is champion, and he beats your hero, isn’t Crap. It just isn’t. When the angle ends, if the road to the end proved insufficient and lousy, then it’s Crap. But the catalyst cannot be. And hey, I’ve jumped the gun and broken that rule many times myself when compiling the ballot.
I’ll still contribute to the site, particularly with The Meme Event. I’ll also continue doing Headlies here and there as inspiration strikes. And hey, perhaps we’ll find another way to gauge weekly Crap. But the Power Crappings have proven to be an ineffective way, in many ways, to do so.
I hope you all understand, and I hope you continue to enjoy the many other great features here at WrestleCrap.