A Hard Look at the State of Independent Pro Wrestling
I’ve been wrestling with a decision lately.
Not in the ring — but in my spirit.
I’ve been thinking about walking away from professional wrestling. Again.
Not because I don’t love it. Not because I don’t understand it. And certainly not because I’m afraid of the work. But because I’m exhausted trying to protect something that, in many places, no longer seems interested in protecting itself.
I came back into the business after a hiatus of several years believing — perhaps naively — that credibility could be restored. That if someone simply insisted on standards, discipline, structure, and storytelling, the business could regain some of its former dignity.
Instead, I’ve found myself watching a version of wrestling that barely resembles wrestling at all.
The Art of the Hold vs. The Culture of the Flip
There was a time when wrestlers learned holds before they learned how to jump off the top rope.
There was psychology before spectacle.
Today, far too often, what I see are performers who can flip, flop, and fly — but can’t apply a basic wrist lock or work a match with logic. Moves are executed not because they mean something, but because they look impressive on a highlight reel.
High spots have replaced storytelling.
Cosplay has replaced character development.
Athleticism has replaced ring psychology.
And the tragedy is not that athleticism exists — it always has — but that it has become the only language spoken.
The Death of Consistency
One of the pillars of professional wrestling has always been believability.
Not reality — but consistency.
Today, two wrestlers can be a tag team in one promotion on Friday night, cutting promos together and presenting themselves as brothers in arms.
Then on Saturday night, ten miles down the road, they’re bitter enemies in another promotion — cutting equally passionate promos about betrayal and hatred.
All of it posted on social media within hours of each other.
There is no preservation of illusion. No protection of character. No thought for continuity.
The business once protected its stories like sacred texts.
Now, the curtain is not just pulled back — it’s been torn down and mocked.
The Erosion of Respect
But perhaps what troubles me most isn’t the flips.
It isn’t the lack of psychology.
It isn’t even the inconsistency.
It’s the absence of respect.
There was a time when veterans were treated with gratitude. Not worship — but respect. These were the men and women who bled for the business, rode miles in cars that barely ran, slept in motels that barely deserved the name, and built the very platforms today’s performers stand on.
Now?
I’ve watched twenty-something wrestlers — sarcastic, self-assured, and barely trained — openly disrespect veterans online and in locker rooms. I’ve seen them mock experience as if longevity were something to be ashamed of.
I’ve experienced it myself recently.
And it makes me pause.
Not because my ego is fragile — but because it reveals something deeper.
When someone who has been in the business a handful of years feels entitled to verbally attack someone who has dedicated decades… it’s not rebellion. It’s immaturity.
And I can’t help but wonder:
If this is how they treat the men who paved the road for them, how do they treat the people who raised them?
Respect isn’t about age.
It’s about gratitude.
And gratitude seems to be in short supply.
Promoters and the Lowering of Standards
It’s not just the talent.
Promoters carry responsibility too.
A wrestling show used to mean something. It meant trained athletes. Proper attire. Basic professionalism. An effort to present something that felt legitimate.
Now?
Too many shows feature partially trained talent. Wrestlers without proper gear. Performers who work for every promotion in the region with no loyalty, no identity, and no long-term storytelling.
If promoters truly took pride in their shows, they would police themselves. They would raise the bar instead of lowering it to fill a card.
But too often, quantity wins over quality.
The Long-Term Damage
Civic groups and school organizations once embraced wrestling as a fundraiser. It was dependable. It was exciting. It brought in money.
Now many of those same groups won’t even consider booking wrestling.
Why?
Because they had a bad experience.
A no-show promotion.
A chaotic event.
Unprofessional behavior.
One bad night erases years of goodwill.
And rebuilding trust is ten times harder than destroying it.
The Sponsor Problem No One Wants to Discuss
On the flip side of my last paragraph, here’s an uncomfortable truth regarding the sponsors that do remain:
Sponsors today often don’t want professional wrestling.
They want something loud and chaotic that draws a crowd, whether it resembles wrestling or not.
And if the show is backyard-level at best, if it barely holds together structurally, if it doesn’t even show up some nights — the sponsor still claps and calls it the greatest show ever.
That complacency feeds the problem.
It rewards mediocrity.
The Personal Toll
I didn’t come back into wrestling to argue.
I came back to build something credible. Structured. Old-school in psychology but modern in presentation. Something that honored the past while respecting the intelligence of today’s audience.
But there comes a point where you have to ask yourself:
Am I building…
Or am I constantly swimming upstream against a current that doesn’t want to change?
I don’t need wrestling to define me.
I have books. I have history projects. I have advocacy work. I have businesses to grow. I have impact elsewhere.
Wrestling was supposed to be passion.
It wasn’t supposed to be draining.
When It Might Be Time
Maybe this is temporary frustration.
Maybe it’s clarity.
But I do know this:
When something consistently drains more than it fulfills…
When you care more about the integrity of the business than many of the people currently working within it…
When you feel like the last one arguing for standards…
It might be time to step back.
Not in anger.
Not in defeat.
But in peace.
If I Walk Away
If I walk away, it won’t be because I lost love for wrestling.
It will be because I refused to lower my standards for it.
And sometimes, protecting your peace is more important than protecting a ring.