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Created on 2003-05-28 20:07:31 (#1084602), last updated 2004-01-14
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Basic Info| Name: | Kevin Nash |
|---|---|
| Birthdate: | 07-09 |
| Location: | Arizona, United States |
Bio~~RPG Entertainment Purposes ONLY~~
Real Name: Kevin Scott Nash
I headed overseas, where for several years I played pro basketball for various European teams. Stateside, the Cleveland Cavaliers gave me a shot at training camp, but it was not to be. I was waived. My basketball career ended in 1985, when I tore an anterior cruciate ligament in my knee on the basketball court in Germany.
During this period, unsure of what I wanted to do with my life, I had entered the United States Army where I served for two years, stationed in Giessen, Germany. I was assigned to the 202nd Military Police Company, and was known as Specialist Fourth Class Nash.
After my discharge, a bigger, stronger, bulked up guy who returned to the States. I had become as strong of body as I was of the head. Those qualifications lead to jobs in bars and strip clubs as a bouncer. Dealing with scantily clad women and belligerent men... experience that would also come in handy in the future.
While working in Atlanta as a bouncer, the story goes that Dusty Rhodes discovered me as a bouncer and saw more in me as a wrestler. I went into the offices of Ted Turner’s network, WTBS, looking for a job. "They told me I would be perfect for their wrestling shows," I said and I was enrolled at the Power Plant to train. The job of pro wrestler really appealed to me. "Where else can you piledrive a chief executive officer through a desk, and get away with it?" I said. "It's an escape. It's what every person would love to do once." At 6 ft. 11 in., and 300 lbs., I had the body. I had the attitude. I needed the gimmick.
Much later, when known as "Big Sexy", I said, "it’s easy when you are being yourself. There's so much emotion involved in what we're doing." But it took me a while to express myself through my character. The NWA was near its demise, having titles recently combined with the WCW. The federation was struggling against the industry giant, the WWF, and just as it took WCW a while to find its niche, I struggled to find mine.
One of my early appearances in the squared circle was with an orange Mohawk as a man named Steel of the tag team Master Blasters. Early in 1991, everyone was introduced to Oz; silver of hair but without the silver tongue much later associated with me. Oz was a wizard, dressed in green, and followed by a midget. It didn't take a house to land on me to be rid of this character…and as for Vinnie Vegas, a too-sweet gangster dressed pretty in pink, even being managed by friend Diamond Dallas Page didn't get me the push and popularity I wanted. Vinnie Vegas worked the house show circuit for a time, and that gamble soon faded. As for me, it was time to try my luck elsewhere… with another Vinnie.
Vince McMahon signed me with the World Wrestling Federation (WWF), and in 1993, Shawn Michaels, the Heartbreak Kid, acquired me as his new bodyguard. Helping Michaels win the Intercontinental Title, and an impressive debut in the Royal Rumble the following year, I began to come into my own. Big Daddy Cool and Diesel were my latest incarnations. Jet-black hair worked so much better than silver or orange, and the leather chaps were the right move towards a big and sexy image.
1994 was a great year for me. I proclaimed, "I think I've found my niche. I really enjoy this more than anything I've ever done. I've always been an extroverted person…" and this was "a dream job." My jackknife powerbomb made short work of my opponents. I made my mark in WWF championship history, with a 358 day reign as World Champion.
Defending my title against former tag-team partner Shawn Michaels, and against others such as Bret Hart and Davey Boy Smith, I was running amok through the WWF. The dangerous Diesel began attacking wrestlers and doing run-ins. Shawn Michaels and the Undertaker finally defeated me. It was time to move on.
My final match for the WWF was a steel cage match at Madison Square Garden. Diesel (myself) and foe Shawn Michaels were joined in the ring by HHH and Scott Hall. Both Hall and myself were departing the WWF. All close friends, we were over as enemies in the ring. we broke with the kayfabe tradition of playing to the marks, and embraced and said goodbye in the ring as "ourselves". This was unheard of in the business, and not appreciated by the WWF management. That moment of reality led to my new persona: playing myself.
Returning to the WCW with Scott Hall and myself made a bold statement. I announced I and Hall were "taking over" the WCW, and underscored this grand pronouncement by a powerbomb… to the executive VP Eric Bischoff, blasting his head right through a stage. It appeared that I meant business, and the nice guys would be finished off by the jackknife powerbomb. The heel turn of Hulk Hogan was a stunning moment, and the three introduced the New World Order.
The nWo became a very popular and profitable angle, and the WCW began to draw in more fans. New fans "discovered" wrestling, and old-school wrestling fans and defectors from other federations flocked to WCW events. The crowd turnouts, television ratings and pay-per-views ordered, along with merchandising numbers, continued to grow. So did the popularity of myself finally.
The "Outsiders" shook up the WCW. The nWo split into two feuding factions; the new faction using the "Red and Black" and calling themselves the Wolfpac. my success as a tag team with Scott Hall continued to draw. Syxx was inducted into "The Wolfpac", and we sought other members into the nWo. Ultimately, Buff Bagwell and Konnan were added to the faction. "Big Sexy" was the alpha wolf. Finally, I had come into my own.
Wrestling certainly suited my personality. All my talents and abilities, and all that I had experienced prior to this time, were apparent in "Big Sexy" the wrestler, and Kevin Nash, the man. I could work a crowd, and play on the humor and intelligence I possessed. I utilized the brains and brawn and outright rebellion that I exhibited back in my University days.
I won my inaugural World Title. With the help of Scott Hall, I reigned when I toppled the mighty Goldberg. At my hands, Goldberg suffered his first loss. Within days of that portentous moment at Starrcade ’98, I gave my belt to Hollywood Hulk Hogan, symbolizing the unity and dominance of the New World Order once again.
May ’99 saw my reclaim the belt by defeating my former friend Diamond Dallas Page. I held onto the belt for two months, then lost to Randy "Macho Man" Savage at Nitro of July 7th. That very Nitro saw me help Hogan defeat Savage for the belt. This interference by me lead to a conflict with Hogan, to be resolved at ’99 Road Wild. It was a retirement match, and all expected me to conquer, driving the older Hogan to retirement. Instead, it was the younger in me who lost the match.
But this defeated wolf did not run off, submissive to the winner. Fans didn’t see me for several months, but I wasn’t really gone, just stalking the prey from afar and awaiting my opening. Establishing my dominance from behind the scenes, I was using my wit and cunning to cull the herd. Destiny may have lent a hand, as one by one wrestlers fell.
And I waited and watched.
In May 2000, I defeated Jeff Jarrett and Big Poppa Pump and reclaimed the title. Rather than keeping it, I declared that it was rightfully held by Ric "Nature Boy" Flair, who had been stripped of the World Title due to medical problems.
The World Title changes hands, and was eventually held by Booker T. of Harlem Heat fame. With the help of Scott Steiner, Vince Russo, and Jeff Jarrett on guitar, Booker T was robbed of the title. The belt was mine once again, until Booker T regained it in a match against me in September 2000.
World Championship Wrestling was in a decline as 2000 came to a close, things were changing fast and the world was watching.
With the year 2001 came the shocking purchase of WCW by Vince McMahon of the World Wrestling Federation. Where did this leave me?
The months that followed were quiet ones for my Fans. The remainder of 2001 saw a few television appearances, but not the regular sightings of Big Sexy in the ring that the fans were waiting so patiently for.
As 2002 came upon us, I became a free agent. I now could wrestle wherever I chose; if I chose to wrestle at all. The rumors started flying, the name dropping and hints were everywhere....
Fans were left wondering, yet again, what Iwould do, and what I was up to now. Face or heel? Which alliances would hold, and which would crumble? What did the future hold for me?
But maybe that’s how it’s supposed to be, when you follow your destiny.
Real Name: Kevin Scott Nash
I headed overseas, where for several years I played pro basketball for various European teams. Stateside, the Cleveland Cavaliers gave me a shot at training camp, but it was not to be. I was waived. My basketball career ended in 1985, when I tore an anterior cruciate ligament in my knee on the basketball court in Germany.
During this period, unsure of what I wanted to do with my life, I had entered the United States Army where I served for two years, stationed in Giessen, Germany. I was assigned to the 202nd Military Police Company, and was known as Specialist Fourth Class Nash.
After my discharge, a bigger, stronger, bulked up guy who returned to the States. I had become as strong of body as I was of the head. Those qualifications lead to jobs in bars and strip clubs as a bouncer. Dealing with scantily clad women and belligerent men... experience that would also come in handy in the future.
While working in Atlanta as a bouncer, the story goes that Dusty Rhodes discovered me as a bouncer and saw more in me as a wrestler. I went into the offices of Ted Turner’s network, WTBS, looking for a job. "They told me I would be perfect for their wrestling shows," I said and I was enrolled at the Power Plant to train. The job of pro wrestler really appealed to me. "Where else can you piledrive a chief executive officer through a desk, and get away with it?" I said. "It's an escape. It's what every person would love to do once." At 6 ft. 11 in., and 300 lbs., I had the body. I had the attitude. I needed the gimmick.
Much later, when known as "Big Sexy", I said, "it’s easy when you are being yourself. There's so much emotion involved in what we're doing." But it took me a while to express myself through my character. The NWA was near its demise, having titles recently combined with the WCW. The federation was struggling against the industry giant, the WWF, and just as it took WCW a while to find its niche, I struggled to find mine.
One of my early appearances in the squared circle was with an orange Mohawk as a man named Steel of the tag team Master Blasters. Early in 1991, everyone was introduced to Oz; silver of hair but without the silver tongue much later associated with me. Oz was a wizard, dressed in green, and followed by a midget. It didn't take a house to land on me to be rid of this character…and as for Vinnie Vegas, a too-sweet gangster dressed pretty in pink, even being managed by friend Diamond Dallas Page didn't get me the push and popularity I wanted. Vinnie Vegas worked the house show circuit for a time, and that gamble soon faded. As for me, it was time to try my luck elsewhere… with another Vinnie.
Vince McMahon signed me with the World Wrestling Federation (WWF), and in 1993, Shawn Michaels, the Heartbreak Kid, acquired me as his new bodyguard. Helping Michaels win the Intercontinental Title, and an impressive debut in the Royal Rumble the following year, I began to come into my own. Big Daddy Cool and Diesel were my latest incarnations. Jet-black hair worked so much better than silver or orange, and the leather chaps were the right move towards a big and sexy image.
1994 was a great year for me. I proclaimed, "I think I've found my niche. I really enjoy this more than anything I've ever done. I've always been an extroverted person…" and this was "a dream job." My jackknife powerbomb made short work of my opponents. I made my mark in WWF championship history, with a 358 day reign as World Champion.
Defending my title against former tag-team partner Shawn Michaels, and against others such as Bret Hart and Davey Boy Smith, I was running amok through the WWF. The dangerous Diesel began attacking wrestlers and doing run-ins. Shawn Michaels and the Undertaker finally defeated me. It was time to move on.
My final match for the WWF was a steel cage match at Madison Square Garden. Diesel (myself) and foe Shawn Michaels were joined in the ring by HHH and Scott Hall. Both Hall and myself were departing the WWF. All close friends, we were over as enemies in the ring. we broke with the kayfabe tradition of playing to the marks, and embraced and said goodbye in the ring as "ourselves". This was unheard of in the business, and not appreciated by the WWF management. That moment of reality led to my new persona: playing myself.
Returning to the WCW with Scott Hall and myself made a bold statement. I announced I and Hall were "taking over" the WCW, and underscored this grand pronouncement by a powerbomb… to the executive VP Eric Bischoff, blasting his head right through a stage. It appeared that I meant business, and the nice guys would be finished off by the jackknife powerbomb. The heel turn of Hulk Hogan was a stunning moment, and the three introduced the New World Order.
The nWo became a very popular and profitable angle, and the WCW began to draw in more fans. New fans "discovered" wrestling, and old-school wrestling fans and defectors from other federations flocked to WCW events. The crowd turnouts, television ratings and pay-per-views ordered, along with merchandising numbers, continued to grow. So did the popularity of myself finally.
The "Outsiders" shook up the WCW. The nWo split into two feuding factions; the new faction using the "Red and Black" and calling themselves the Wolfpac. my success as a tag team with Scott Hall continued to draw. Syxx was inducted into "The Wolfpac", and we sought other members into the nWo. Ultimately, Buff Bagwell and Konnan were added to the faction. "Big Sexy" was the alpha wolf. Finally, I had come into my own.
Wrestling certainly suited my personality. All my talents and abilities, and all that I had experienced prior to this time, were apparent in "Big Sexy" the wrestler, and Kevin Nash, the man. I could work a crowd, and play on the humor and intelligence I possessed. I utilized the brains and brawn and outright rebellion that I exhibited back in my University days.
I won my inaugural World Title. With the help of Scott Hall, I reigned when I toppled the mighty Goldberg. At my hands, Goldberg suffered his first loss. Within days of that portentous moment at Starrcade ’98, I gave my belt to Hollywood Hulk Hogan, symbolizing the unity and dominance of the New World Order once again.
May ’99 saw my reclaim the belt by defeating my former friend Diamond Dallas Page. I held onto the belt for two months, then lost to Randy "Macho Man" Savage at Nitro of July 7th. That very Nitro saw me help Hogan defeat Savage for the belt. This interference by me lead to a conflict with Hogan, to be resolved at ’99 Road Wild. It was a retirement match, and all expected me to conquer, driving the older Hogan to retirement. Instead, it was the younger in me who lost the match.
But this defeated wolf did not run off, submissive to the winner. Fans didn’t see me for several months, but I wasn’t really gone, just stalking the prey from afar and awaiting my opening. Establishing my dominance from behind the scenes, I was using my wit and cunning to cull the herd. Destiny may have lent a hand, as one by one wrestlers fell.
And I waited and watched.
In May 2000, I defeated Jeff Jarrett and Big Poppa Pump and reclaimed the title. Rather than keeping it, I declared that it was rightfully held by Ric "Nature Boy" Flair, who had been stripped of the World Title due to medical problems.
The World Title changes hands, and was eventually held by Booker T. of Harlem Heat fame. With the help of Scott Steiner, Vince Russo, and Jeff Jarrett on guitar, Booker T was robbed of the title. The belt was mine once again, until Booker T regained it in a match against me in September 2000.
World Championship Wrestling was in a decline as 2000 came to a close, things were changing fast and the world was watching.
With the year 2001 came the shocking purchase of WCW by Vince McMahon of the World Wrestling Federation. Where did this leave me?
The months that followed were quiet ones for my Fans. The remainder of 2001 saw a few television appearances, but not the regular sightings of Big Sexy in the ring that the fans were waiting so patiently for.
As 2002 came upon us, I became a free agent. I now could wrestle wherever I chose; if I chose to wrestle at all. The rumors started flying, the name dropping and hints were everywhere....
Fans were left wondering, yet again, what Iwould do, and what I was up to now. Face or heel? Which alliances would hold, and which would crumble? What did the future hold for me?
But maybe that’s how it’s supposed to be, when you follow your destiny.
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