For five weeks in the summer of 1996, WCW Monday Nitro emanated from an outdoor studio at Walt Disney World’s MGM Studios. Roughly 600 fans, each paying $0 for a ticket, witnessed the most important summer in the history of professional wrestling.
Within the halls of WWE’s corporate offices, it is always 1998. It’s been stunning to watch WWE continue to trip over itself in a quixotic attempt to kill AEW. Seven years is a long, long time.
“We did not book Mr. Laurinaitis, we sold a vendor table to Signed by Superstars who is paying him to appear on their behalf,” read a statement sent to NPW from WrestleCon organizers.
Growing up a pro wrestling fan, David Morales understands how affordability impacts everything people do today, including going to a pro wrestling show.
For several weeks, NPW reached out to every network airing weekly pro wrestling to gauge the current landscape. It became clear the happiest networks are the ones who responded.
