So after some period of inactivity and revisiting old Summerslam PPVs, we’re bringing back the wrestling PPV musings on Wednesday afternoons. And what better show to kick off this new session of weekly incoherent musings on old shows than to check out an old WCW PPV from the year 2000, built on the premise of Goldberg refusing to follow a script.
Good old WCW in the year 2000; an absolute clusterfuck of an era where nothing goes write and every week, a new contender for worst wrestling program on television is crowned.