The Very Best of WCW Monday Nitro

I really never watched WCW back in the ‘90s; I wasn’t really a wrestling fan in the ‘90s. I saw one or two pieces of Nitro and remember seeing Hulk Hogan, sporting that fake black beard and riding a motorcycle, and something else involving the NWO but that’s about it. At that point I watched ECW (if I watched wrestling at all). I personally believed the people walking around in NWO shirts were idiots and professional wrestling was for children and rednecks. I still believe this, even though I’m a fair-weather fan, but there is something more to professional wrestling than steroid fueled muscle heads posing to kiss.

The Rise and Fall of ECW

If you’re a regular reader you’re probably wondering why an intellectual giant like myself is reviewing a wrestling DVD. You’re probably also wondering how you lucked onto such an insightful blog, thanking whatever lord you pray to for bringing you my radiant musings. I hope by now you realize that I’m kidding about my gargantuan intelligence; I still hold that my musings are radiant, bringing joy to the miniscule masses that read this. However, I still have to get to why I’m writing about professional wrestling, an example of the lowest form of entertainment on earth.