To get the full appreciation of Nitro and RAW from that era you kind of had to be there... The match quality was secondary, it was all about waiting to see what's going to happen next. Who will join the nWo? What will the nWo do? Will Sting show up? What kind of fukkery is gonna happen?
Same thing with RAW. What kind of fukkery will Austin and McMahon get into this week? Who is The Rock gonna run down in a promo?
You ain't lying, breh.
The appeal really was just the excitement of it all. You know Raw was going to be random shyt in between two people somehow spending two hours trying to find each other inside an arena, but you still watched to see HOW.
You knew Nitro was probably going to be fukking trash outside the first 90 minutes or so, and the main event was going to be an overbooked non finish where the heels were somehow surprised by the face they've been antagonizing for months decided to show up looking for smoke, but you absolutely needed to see how they did it this time.
Double appeal in the summer months if you were still in school like me back then, and took advantage of not having an actual bedtime to watch Raw live, then soon the late night replay of Nitro to catch both the same night without a VCR.
Values...values, values, values.
