Love him or hate him. Vince dominated Pro Wrestling. The days of owner/promoters with multiple wrestling territories ended after Vince lured away and signed the best talent.
Vince also had a long run as the muscle-bound Mr McMahon wrestling character.
I’m not surprised a sex scandel took Vince down. He’s had a long reputation as a ego driven and volatile employer. He gets what he wants.
The thing that brought Vince down was not so much the sex but rather the payoffs. Pro wrestling fans probably couldn’t give a damn about Vince having sex with his employees; quite a few of them would probably be prone to giving him a high-five.
Shareholders for WWE, on the other hand, are not going to be nearly as forgiving if it turns out that this hush money came from WWE corporate funds. I am taking Vince’s retirement announcement as a proxy admission that this was the case. I’m sure that an investigation will continue, so we’ll see how this all shakes out.
Whether it was corporate funds or not as soon as the information became known they had to act to protect the corporation. Even with Vince gone they will be held liable for any of his misdeeds while he was still in their employ. They might have to hire extra some extra lawyers to deal with all the lawsuits that will now be filed.
Looking back at his long, checkered career, the thing that really stands out is the few setbacks he’s faced, the rare instances where he and his brand suffered real damage, were from the most unlikely causes imaginable.
Let’s get one thing perfectly clear: Vincent Kennedy McMahon is as close to an invincible, unassailable, bulletproof, Teflon, solid platinum, rampaging all-consuming god of a man as any of us will ever see in our lifetimes. He gobbles up one independent promotion after another. Everyone hates this; no one can stop him. He goes toe to toe with the mighty NWA and thrives. He bleeds the highly popular AWA dry. He puts all his eggs in the basket of a two-dimensional grimacing musclehead and shafts dozens of workers with horrible gimmicks. Musclehead becomes an icon; shafted workers fade into nothing. He goes to trial for steroid abuse. Prosecution is a bunch of moronic flailing clowns straight out of Night Court who think having Kevin Wacholz proclaim that he hates McMahon’s guts is a brilliant strategy. McMahon gets off without a scratch. A diva resigns in fury and sues him for sexual harrassment. Said diva comes crawling back, all but slobbers over McMahon’s boots, and cheerfully portrays his mistress. At a time when WCW is white-hot and threatening to reduce the WWE into irrelevance, he deals megastar Bret Hart the most infamous screwjob ever, then goes on a bout of absolutely despicable victim blaming. Fans fall right into line, McMahon blindly stumbles into a villain role which turns him into a billionaire, WCW makes jaw-dropping blunder after jaw-dropping blunder and crumbles into ashes, McMahon snaps it up for pocket change. Then, out of pure spite, he butchers the WCW/ECW Invasion, blowing unimaginable mountains of cash…and it doesn’t matter in the slightest. Arenas get sold out, merchandise flies off of shelves, PPVs set new records. No comeuppance. No consequences. No justice.
Of course…these also happened:
He forms the World Bodybuilding Federation, headlined by the then-big name Lex Luger. Doesn’t bother to research if there actually is a demand for this sort of thing. Enterprise goes bust after a few months and is reduced to a footnote; he takes a bath.
At a time when the NFL is under fire for a myraid of reasons (no fun, quarterbacks being coddled, too many dull parts, no creativity, etc.) he creates the renegade XFL which promises wide-open gameplay, no coddling, and plenty of fun stuff behind the scenes. Gets a ton of publicity going into the season opener and gets really good ratings. Which drop off in week 2, and drop further the next week …and further…and further…and further. The main problem is that fans want dynamic, fast-paced, hardnosed smash-mouth football with NFL-caliber players, and the XFL’s hapless castoffs and wannabes aren’t in the same galaxy. The dismal quality of play quickly kills all interest, something no amount of corny skits or sideline interviews can fix. XFL quietly dies in silence; McMahon accomplishes nothing more than wasting a ton of money and burning bridges with NBC.
He butts heads with the World Wildlife Fund, a…and I cannot stress this enough…limp-wristed granola-munching environmental organization, over the rights to use the initials “WWF” online. (This had nothing to do with web addresses, incidentally, since www.worldwildlife.org didn’t clash with anything.) He loses. He completely, abjectly, utterly FREAKING LOSES and is forced to rename the company.
Fresh off of absorbing WCW and ECW and having the entirety of big league American wresting in the palm of his hand, he dreams up the perfect showcase angle for Triple H…Katie Vick. An angle which centered on 1. necrophilia and 2. framing an innocent man for it. (also ) Again, this was completely his idea, something that he was convinced would be a good fit for his top star and make money. This crossed the line for a great many fans…it absolutely would have for me…and permanently killed the Attitude Era, the one time when wrestling actually had mainstream coolness.
TNA comes into existence and gets burdened with brass nearly as buffoonish as WCW’s. This is the possibly the best thing that could happen to a stagnating WWE, a rival to motivate the staff and measure itself against but which is far too inept to ever become a serious threat. The expectation is that it’s going to collapse in on itself in a few years and eventually get supplanted by some equally hopeless organization. It screw up horribly. It survives. It continues screwing up horribly. It continues surviving. It takes WWE castoffs. Eventually the TNA brand folds, but immediately regroups under the name Impact Wrestling. And about this time a much better-run, better-funded league known as All Elite Wrestling takes off and almost immediately connects with the fans, and all of a sudden the WWE’s gravy train is over, probably for good.
He takes a second crack at real sports with a new XFL…but this time it’s going to be different! No more outlaw image, no more wacky skits, no more smut, no more spot interviews. Instead, there are going to be pointless gimmicks like second forward passes, and kickoffs which result in big pileups and are even more pointless! Oh, and make standing for the national anthem mandatory to flip the bird at Colin Kaepernick, which will be completely relevant in 2020 and on the right side of history! What’s that, there’s a horrifying disease in China that’s spreading like wildfire? Ahh, Donald Trump said it’s nothing to be worried about, full speed ahead!
And now the final straw, dishing out a modest eight figures in hush money to a bunch of mistresses, which really shows you just how far he’s fallen. I keep going back to how a useless snotnose punk got Bob Knight bounced from Indiana. Time was that if anyone tried to blow the whistle on him, he would’ve squashed them like a bug. Fans would be unanimously complicit in throwing them under the bus, and their reputations would get trampled, shredded, and mangled to the point where they’d never be able to show their faces again. Now the gig is up and he has no choice but to take his medicine.
I keep thinking back to another quote from a wrestler I’ve long forgotten: “No man is invincible.” A lesson the great Vinny Mac learned just a bit too late.
I don’t follow modern wrestling closely. I get the impression viewer numbers are down? Youtube has interviews with people that worked as talent agents and producers. They created the storylines.
Wrestling has always had periods of big popularity and down years. Somehow its always survived and comes back.
I wasn’t gloating. (Geez, why does everyone keep assuming that? ). I don’t doubt for a second that he’s going to be highly comfortable for whatever remains of his life. But let’s get real, it’s gotta sting a bit that he didn’t get to leave on his own terms. My point was that nobody bats a thousand; even the greatest of the great can be laid low once in a blue moon.
I’m actually kinda interested in what he does now, if anything. Maybe if Dwayne Johnson’s XFL succeeds he goes for a stake in it, but that’s pretty unlikely.
Whoa. Sorry. No offense intended. It just strikes me as astonishing that Vinny Mac, riding the biggest boom period for wrestling ever, was forced to change his league and website by an environmental organization. That’s like Barry Horowitz getting a clean pin over The Ultimate Warrior. Even now I have no idea how we’re going to explain that one to our grandchildren.
He was in the midst of defending himself against federal charges when that started up and as a result they did a poor job of defending themselves from the infringement claims. At some point giving in made the most sense. If he kept fighting and lost eventually they’d have to change the name anyway and the cost to do that would keep increasing over time as the brand expanded.
The steroid trial ended in 1994. The original settlement with the World Wildlife Fund was also in 1994, but the litigation didn’t begin until the late 1990s when WWE/F began breaching the settlement (which limited how and when they could use the initials). They wound up having to change the name at exactly the moment - 2002 - when the brand recognition was peaking. Other than being able to use the amusing “get the F out” slogan during the rebranding, they handled that as horribly as they possibly could have. (And WWE has always been a terrible name.)
Yes, I think the original settlement with WWF was what Vince referred to when he said that he (and the company) were distracted by the steroid trial. I think that makes sense because the WWF claims seemed absurd to me, I doubt they could find a single person on earth who was confused by the use of the same initials for those disparate purposes.
It wasn’t really an question of Vince’s personal steroid use. The issue was about his involvement in distributing steroids. The government’s case was always weak and also depended on professional wrestlers testifying against him. That was unlikely to happen in the circumstances best favoring the government, in these circumstances the government called 10 wrestlers McMahon had made rich and famous and one who had a known grudge with him. That one was the only wrestler that testified that McMahon had supplied him with steroids, and his credibility was taken apart on the stand.