Brooke Adams is either done with TNA, or on the cusp thereof. She has charisma, the best body in wrestling, and is a decent in-ring performer.
Outside of indies and autograph signings, she’s also done with wrestling.
That’s what I sense, anyway, because of the ongoing shift caused by the “Divas Revolution” in WWE. Just six months ago, Adams had the perfect look for a woman in pro wrestling. Now, you still need to be attractive. But, by itself, it’s not enough. Some WWE holdovers still have Adams’ body type and look. But, unless Eva Marie points things back in the opposite direction, newbies need athleticism.
Change is inevitable. Time will tell if it’s good or bad, and I’m certainly rooting for the current change to take root and succeed.
But there’s really no place for a Brooke Adams anymore. Or a Kelly Kelly. It’s not a cheesecake job now. Adapt, or work at Hooters. (That’s no knock. I love Hooters. Adams used to be a Hooters girl.)
Paige’s regrettable Reid Flair promo on Raw was a serious, real-life angle. That part, I don’t mind. But forcing Charlotte to trade in on her brother’s death was another example of the detestable human cockfighting WWE management enjoys so much.
Given the wrestling landscape and the current arc of their careers, neither Paige nor Charlotte could say no. But that promo didn’t sell even one more Network subscription, or gain one-tenth of a ratings point, or get one more person to watch Survivor Series. In terms of gain, there was none. It was pointless.
