Professional wrestling promotions the world over have serious form for failing to keep the ball in the air when it comes to planning for the future. The usual deal is that a major star comes along and is immediately milked for all theyre worth and worked practically to death: usually with the complete cooperation of the wrestler concerned, who believes they have a spot for life. Inevitably, after a while over-exposure sours the fanbase on the star, whose appeal has waned dramatically. Business begins to tank because theres no one and nothing there to replace them, as the fading star wont let slip their grip on the main event long enough to make the next big star. WCW would exemplify this shortsighted trope to the nth degree. The old guard Nash and Hogan, especially held onto the main event like drowning men to driftwood, kicking out at anyone treading water too near them. In fairness to Bischoff, he was responsible for the build of two proper homegrown stars in Goldberg and Sting. Neither man was a WWF cast-off, a man already familiar from the competition whod arrived in WCW with the promise of one of Ted Turners guaranteed contracts: they were WCW through and through. It was a shame that Hogan and Nash were standing in their way
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