Well, well, well ... what a Nitro it was! Wouldn’t ya say?!

We swerved the wrestling world ... once again! Just when you thought you knew all the answers, we changed the questions.

Basically, this plan, plot, scheme, whatever you want to call it, started about Thanksgiving time, when I started talking again with "Hollywood" Hogan; we reflected on the good ‘ol days, when we spray-painted guys just for the heck of it. And we just decided to get back together, back on the same page. So, there’s now one nWo; that’s it. One elite nWo. There are six of us, no more. All others will be terminated with extreme prejudice. The others are being eliminated just because they didn’t live up. We will ask them first to leave and if they don’t, or won’t go, we’ll take ‘em out.

Including, or maybe starting with Konnan. Why? Because Konnan dropped the ball when he dropped the strap, the TV Title, to Scotty Steiner. Plus, he’s been riding my coattails for too long. He needs to get out in the real world and see what it’s really like to be out on his own. I’m sick of him. I’m sick of carrying him. He should pay me half his salary for all I do for him. He thinks he’s a down, street-guy; he’s really just a "white boy." That’s all he is. I’m more down than Konnan. If you sat down with me for 35 minutes, then with Konnan for 35 minutes, you’d know. What’s his rap, that he’s the super-intelligent street-man?

It was so much fun spray-painting that bald-headed snapping-turtle name Goldberg that it got scary, man ... because it got quiet first. When it gets quiet, you know you got heat. And there definitely was heat out there last night at The Georgia Dome. And then it started coming -- all the crap from the crowd toward the ring. Thank God we were in a building like we were last night because it’s so big, so cavernous that you can only throw at the ring; you can’t throw down into the ring since there are no balconies like most arenas. And yeah, they threw everything they had. In fact, I looked down at one point and saw a babies’ shoe in the ring. Imagine that ... I picture the wife holding the kid; the dad wanting to throw something, yet couldn’t find anything. So, he just grabbed his kid’s shoe and slung it into the ring. Of all the things I’ve ever seen thrown into a ring, that was the strangest. Monday night, they were throwing everything: eggs, water bottles, you name it. Yeah, we were live, in living color last night.

It was nice to see "Hollywood" smile again.

I’m not the World Heavyweight Champion anymore ... oh well. Like I stated 3 ½-years ago when I was The Champ in the WWF, that was the worst year in my life because of all the office-morons jacking you around for this and that. I don’t need a belt to know I’m The Man. My fans know I’m The Man. I don’t need some piece of spray-painted steel that’s suppose to look like gold to tell me I’m The Man. You know what I’m saying? To be The Man you’ve got to beat The Man. Do ya know what I’m saying?

Mick Foley is the new WWF Heavyweight Champion, beating The Rock. What’s that tell me? That they’re panicking. For so long, they didn’t acknowledge us, but last night they gave away our finishes. Somehow they got wind of the fact that The nWo is, er, was getting back together in its original form ... and they know that’s the cement-mixer that ran over them for two years. So, it’s gonna be a looooooong haul, if you know what I mean, like The Dream would say.

Things are looking good. Things are feeling right.

Ric Flair? He’s the new boss for the next 90 days, or so? Hah. He’s as stale as toast.

Reuniting with Scott was a special moment in my career. I’m putting the past six or seven months behind me.

Dallas Page: watch your back! We’re gonna bring you down, down to where you belong.

Liz basically was the catalyst for our whole plan Monday. She had to detain Goldberg long enough for us to pull off the match. It was close, but no cigar for Billy-boy. Goldberg almost made it back, BUT HE DIDN’T. Hahaha. Actually, I would like to personally say to Bill Goldberg, his family and friends that, yeah, Bill might be underhanded, but he did NOT do anything that he was accused of on Monday; he’s not a stalker ... but he has been known to cross-dress from time to time.

THIS IS MY FINAL THOUGHT ... AND I DON’T KNOW WHERE THE HELL I’M GOING WITH THIS: About 40,000 people Monday at the Georgia Dome witnessed one of the most heinous acts anyone’s ever done, at least in some time. We shock-sticked a guy; we hand-cuffed him; we wiener-dogged him; we beat him to death. After we did that, I looked around the crowd and a lot of people were angry with us. But at the same time, there were a lot of people who were happy with us because they now know it’s a better society.

Peace, out, Kevin.


Unknown "Nash" Calm - 16 years, 1 month, 22 days ago

Over the past week, the onslaught of negative mainstream press shows me that the evil stepchild of the entertainment industry, pro wrestling, has gotten just a bit too popular for the general population. Anytime wrestling, or anything for that matter, gets hot, it seems the American public tries to take shots at it. That leads me to the USA TODAY cover story last Friday, February 26, and the coverage last week on Inside Edition.

It seems some mother says we are a bad role-model because violence was the way that we seem alleviate or resolve problems. Well, I don’t know where she’s from, but, I guess it must be some all-white area in Connecticut where kids are still fighting things out. Where I grew up, kids shoot each other in the school systems now. I wish for the simpler times when people decided to resolve problems with fists instead of guns. But what do I know ... I’m only a pro wrestler.

Then there’s Ricky Morton, who was in the business for 20 years, on top for 10 of them, yet now doesn’t have a dime to his name ... and he decides he’s gonna tell about what happened in wrestling?! The guy hasn’t been in the business for the last 10 years. Anything he did was back in the ‘80s, so I guess that’s what those guys did back then. I guess that’s why they don’t have any money! But the guys in the business today have mutual funds, retirement plans. We don’t put every dime we make up our nose or down our throat. But then again, what do I know ... I’m only a pro wrestler.

Another one of the "critically-acclaimed experts" from the Inside Edition piece was some job-guy who’s never been in a locker room, never been close enough to any of the top guys to know what really goes on. This, of course, is Dave Meltzer, who writes a dirt-sheet, making a living off what people tell him because, as I said, he’s not around us, not in the locker room. But then again, what do I know ... I’m only a pro wrestler.

Why don’t these places like Inside Edition ask people like me what the pro wrestling world is all about. I can’t wait to get home to my family; I count the days until I return home. I haven’t flunked a drug-test in 10 years. Hey, there are more of us than of the other guys. If you walk into the office of any Wall Street firm, I’m sure there will be people on cocaine and other illegal drugs working there. Hey, if 10 percent of the population uses drugs, then 10 percent of the population uses drugs in all walks of life, across the board; it isn’t just in pro wrestling. One of the best lines in wrestling I’ve heard in some time was from Mick Foley. It was something like, "I’d like to have a drink of liquor, but I don’t want to become an airline pilot." C’mon folks, look around you — society is crumbling. Pro wrestling sure as hell isn’t the root of all this. Instead of pointing the figure at pro wrestling, maybe those parents who are working 20-hour days to go buy that E-Class 420 that they’ve been chasing for years, maybe they should chase down their kids to see what they’re doing. But then again, what do I know ... I’m only a pro wrestler.

WCW Monday Nitro airs from 8-11 p.m. ET, while the WWF’s Raw airs from 9-11 p.m. ET. Well, I can look at NYPD and other shows during that same time-frame and they have naked people on their shows. It’s not just us; it’s not just pro wrestling ... it’s society; it’s all across the board! Does that make it right? No. But don’t single us out just because all of a sudden we’re popular again. But then again, what do I know ... I’m only a pro wrestler.

Does the WWF take it too far? Yeah, sure they do. But don’t lump WCW in with them. Our guidelines are so much more stringent. We don’t have any sex acts. People may assume some things, but if you knew where we were going in our story-lines, you’re either old enough or awfully mature to get it laid out in black and white. But then again, what do I know ... I’m only a pro wrestler.

If the worst thing your kid does all week is point to his crotch and say, "Suck It," and he doesn’t do drugs and he stays in school, well, then I think you’ve raised a pretty good kid. But then again, what do I know ... I’m only a pro wrestler.

Inside Edition aired footage off a hidden-camera of one of the guys pulling off the shirt of a ring announcer ... OH MY GOD, WHAT IS THIS WORLD COMING TO! Gee, that must be a felony in all 50 States and Puerto Rico, too. And then they show a grown-man taking beers up to his room ... OH MY GOD, WHAT IS THIS WORLD COMING TO! Oh wait, alcohol is legal for people over the age of 21. But then again, what do I know ... I’m only a pro wrestler.

Pro wrestling is entertainment. I think Vince McMahon said it best with the WWF’s Super Bowl commercial. Their whole message was, pro wrestling is a joke. Wrestling’s a joke! Get it? Get it? Get it? Hey, everything we do is a joke. It’s like Vaudeville. C’mon people, give me a break ... it’s just pro wrestling. But then again, what do I know ... I’m only a pro wrestler.

Then you’ve got the kids in their backyards with their Extreme Wrestling Federations. What’s the difference between that and, when I was a kid, we’d watch a football game on Sunday then go out in the backyard and tackle each other? What’s the difference? People are going to emulate things that they find fascinating. Is the life of pro wrestling fascinating to most of these kids? I’m sure it is. But they’re not pro wrestlers. They don’t know the drudgery of what we do day in, day out. They don’t know what it’s like to be on the road 10 days in a row, to get thrown around 10 days in a row. Yeah, it make look glamorous to a 13-year-old kid, but to a 39-year-old man, it’s like going to a coal-mine every day ... the only difference is, I don’t get black-lung; I just get a couple more degenerative disc problems. But then again, what do I know ... I’m only a pro wrestler.

If people would take care of their kids, maybe they wouldn’t be looking so hard at us to be their kids’ role-models. These people realize now, after their kids have been watching pro wrestling for two years, that they are being influenced by the sport? The only reason the parents don’t realize the kids are being influenced is because they’re bouncing off walls, drinking a couple of high-balls trying to make it through the day. What’s happened to the socialization process? Where’s the church? Where’s the family? Pro wrestling definitely is NOT what’s bringing this country down. My God, we have a President who has sex with an intern ... and that’s OK?! Look around you, people, our society is decaying. It certainly ain’t because of a bunch of fake wrestlers, with shows airing on a couple of cable networks to give viewers an outlet to release and laugh. But then again, what do I know ... I’m only a pro wrestler.


Unknown "Nash" Calm - 16 years, 1 month, 22 days ago

It’s Thursday, August 2nd, at about 11 p.m. ET, and I’m driving home to Detroit. I’m just north of Lexington, Ky., with about 300 miles to go. I’m gonna spend about a week back home with my family. My son Tristen is flying up tomorrow, with his mom. We’re gonna see my family and give Tristen a chance to see all his cousins, aunts, uncles, grandpa and everyone else before "T" starts kindergarten on August 14th.

My father sold the family-house. If anyone knows my family story, he’s my step-father, but he’s my Dad; my father died when I was 8 in 1968. Anyway, he sold the house I was born in, the house that has been in our family for the 42 years I’ve been alive. I’ve never had anywhere else that I call home but that. Well, now that home is gone, I guess my house in Florida is home. I’m driving up there to get my high school and college scrapbooks, trophies and all of my other personal stuff that always stayed in the house.

Since I’ve been off TV, not a day goes by that some fan doesn’t come up to me and say, ‘I miss you; I wish you were still on TV; I can’t wait to see you on TV once again.’ Well, not to be mellow-dramatic, that means a lot to me; those comments really mean a lot to me. They usually make my day. It’s nice to be appreciated; it’s nice to know that my fan-base is so loyal. I don’t often have the chance to say, Thanks … so I’ll say it here, Thanks!

As far as what I’m gonna do in my career in the future, most people know that I’ve got until January 1, 2002, on my contract with what was once WCW, and is now known as the Universal Wrestling Corporation. So, I will be paid until December 31, 2001. Then, at 12:01 a.m. on New Year’s Day, I become a free agent. Yippee! As of right now, the plan is for Scott and I to work the Tokyo Dome show for New Japan Pro Wrestling on January 4, 2002 … and then go from there. There have been some talks about an overseas tour to Australia after that.

I’m gonna see if I can obtain the rights to The Outsiders matches in Japan, so everyone can see – through my Website – how we’re doing since we won’t be on TV in the U.S. I’m thinking about doing a documentary of the Japan Tour, which will include a few days before the trip, our travels, our adventures and more. I’m so excited to be getting back in the ring with Scott. There’s never been a time when, right before that curtain opened, that I haven’t seen Scott smiling and hear him say, ‘Let’s rock it, Big Man.’

I’m really looking forward to being an Outsider again.

I’ve got several movie deals that I’m hoping to finalize. That’s why I go out to L.A. once every four or five weeks, and spend a week out there. I became good friends with a producer-director named Ken. He’s a young guy with vision and the type of guy I want to do projects with, and he’s got a bunch in the making. There are a lot of good things happening for me in Los Angles, the Hollywood industry. My agent Barry Bloom is working hard for me, along with Michael Braverman, to make sure the transition from wrestling to life-after-wrestling is a smooth one.

My body feels great. The stress involved with being a professional wrestler is incredible, and I’m not enduring that right now, which is good. I look at the faces of some of the younger guys that are in New York, working for the WWF … then I look at my face, and I think, ‘Gosh, these guys look 10 years older than me facially and, in reality, they are 10 years younger than me.’

I’ve got to give kudos to Steve Austin. I haven’t watched a whole lot of wrestling since I’ve been off, but I think Austin and Kurt Angle have really carried the show in The Rock and Triple H’s absence. You’ve got to give Steve Austin credit more than anyone in the business right now because Steve has basically re-created himself. He’s taken a character that was one-way and completely turned it around. You could see that he could act during his appearance on Nash Bridges, now definitely too. There are so many brilliant performers who are professional wrestlers, and often we a get bad stereotype from Hollywood executives. But wrestlers are golden. The Rock is golden. Triple-H is golden. They are among the guys who will do things in the entertainment business long after they retire from wrestling. And Kurt Angle probably, too; I think he’s a very funny guy.

I want to thank Vince McMahon. In fact, my son and I both thank you very much for a paid vacation. Thank you very much for buying WCW – and letting me have a complete summer with my son, to see him every day. I really appreciate it. Guess I owe you one, Vinnie-Mac.

As far as my personal life, here’s a look at my typical day:

Alarm goes off at 12. I’m still keeping my practice of waking up at the crack of noon.
Dunkin’ Donuts coffee, a couple of 16-ounce mugs before taking my Hydroxicut.
I try to ride my stationary bicycle first thing in the morning.
Shower.
My training partner is Disco Inferno, and we usually workout from 1-3 p.m. If I don’t do cardio at home, I do it at the gym with Glenn.
After working out, I drive 23 miles north of city and spend the rest of the day with my son till it’s time for him to go to bed. We play video games, go to the arcade, play Army-men, watch TV, or just do whatever. "T" usually spends 2 nights/week at my loft. I don’t watch much TV, but the only can’t-miss show these days is, Six Feet Under. That’s my show, the show I watch every week. I also watch ESPN SportsCenter nightly, usually the 2 a.m. edition.
I go to bed at 4 a.m.
That’s basically what I do – day in, day out.

I spent a couple weeks in July in Florida. Actually, most of July was spent in Florida. I bought another rental property down there. Tamara and I went down there and got it ready to be rented. My birthday was July 9. I turned 42 – no matter what others say; I am 42. Pro Wrestling Illustrated always says I was born in ’58. Well, sorry guys, I was born in ’59. I celebrated with X-Pac, Chuck Palumbo and Sean O’Haire. The New York guys were in town on my birthday, for Raw at Phillips Arena in Atlanta. Earlier in the day, I went out with my family – and had a very nice dinner. It was a real nice birthday. I wish, though, I could have seen Hunter, but he had to get back to Birmingham, Ala., for morning rehab. Of course, I also wish I could have seen Scott, but Scott has been raising his babies and working in Japan and being sober. He’s doing everything he needs to be doing.

One of the summer highlights was the week Tristen spent at soccer camp, for players age 5-to-14. "T" was the only 5 year-old, with the next-youngest being 7 or 8. Well, since he’s so big, they thought he was 10 years-old. He had fun, though I don’t think he aspires to be a professional soccer player. That was, though, the first time he did anything really athletic. "T" has been growing so much. Shoot, I think he grew two inches while we were in Florida last month. I had to carry him in the parking lot at Busch Gardens – and that was a task. I know I’m getting old, but not so old that I can’t carry my 5 year-old son across a parking lot. He’s like carrying a 60-pound German Shepherd.

I’ve got to give a Shout Out to Luis Gonzalez of the Arizona Diamondbacks. I’ve met him a couple of times when I lived in Phoenix. Congrats on a great season … hope you hit 71. And to Arizona manager Bob Brenly: play my boy David Dellucci every night!

As far as my WCW mates, and who I still keep in touch with, that list includes: The Steiner Brothers, The Thrillers, Double-J, Disco (We’ve become very good friends.) and Lex Luger. I talk to Scott almost every day, sometimes five times a day, like two old broads or something. I talk to Evan Karagias about once-a-week; he hung out with Scott and I a lot. I haven’t talked to Rey-Rey because he changed his phone number. So, Rey, give me a call; my number is the same. That goes for you too, Goldberg, who changes his number once-a-week
Unknown "Nash" Calm - 16 years, 1 month, 22 days ago