Setting the realpolitik of this business for the moment...
This shit fucking disgusts me. These guys are like the dude who shot Cecil the Lion, looking for another trophy to mount with exquisite hips. The kids in their "stable" with big time offers have those offers for reasons almost entirely separate from whatever battle-ropes dojo they go to. The offers are 70% God given talent, and most the remainder of what they're getting from their parents and coaches. The business proposition is that for every D1-offered ringer they can put in their twitter display case, 100 more no-chancers are fogging up the class believing that #TeamFucknuts is what will get them My-First-D1-Offer. Many of this hopeless cohort are the monied Eastside dipshits. Whatever, better to spend the cash on an exclusive logo-ed tanktop and some flashy cardio than more healing crystals. But, there is a portion where the money spent hurts. I know some of them. As as well-known faggot hollow man, they haven't listened to me.
These guys, Jake Heaps and his ilk, are the Peddlers of Broken Dreams.