If WCW is remembered for anything these days, it's a horrendous series of preposterously bad creative decisions that managed to transform what was briefly North America's most popular wrestling promotion into a saleable asset within the space of three years. Indeed, such was the precision of the Atalanta promotion's ineptitude that's hard to believe it wasn't an intentional self-destruct, as some part of some elaborate insurance or pension scheme.
Except it wasn't. WCW creative was a kaleidoscope of chaos with scant disregard for concepts such a logical coherency, long-term outcome and whether or not anyone would really want to see Judy Bagwell as a tag team champion. There were many reasons for this - most of them designed around protecting the interests of an elite cartel, or Vince Russo - but ultimately this lack of clarity helped usher along the company's demise.
That's not to say WCW had any good ideas. In fact, they had one bloody great one - a well which they went back to so many times it became foul. Aside the nWo however - and before that became the promotion's only hat-hook - there were a few corkers. Unfortunately, many of them never had a chance to outstay their welcome like Hogan's crew.