One of the underrated GOATs. What are you guys’ thoughts?
>>19796584gotta love the friction
>>19796766The what?
>>19796584Most people don't know him outside of his name as he only wrestled his last 4 years in WWF and he was at the end of his career and wasn't as good as he once wasHis best stuff was all in the territory days.
>Over time, “Friction” became something of a legend at Decadence. His presence lent the club a strange kind of celebrity allure—though few ever connected the quiet, stocky man in the dim back rooms with the flamboyant figure throwing bodies around in the ring on TV. “He was respectful, intense, and totally committed to whatever was put in him,” recalls another regular, known only as Jim C. “If you went with Friction, you had to be ready—he didn’t mess around, and he didn’t slow down.”>Despite the roughness of his preferences, Race’s partners almost universally describe him as conscientious—a man who understood the line between consensual brutality and actual harm. “He checked in, always,” says Dutch. “He had this way of locking eyes with you mid-act, like, ‘You good?’ It was silent, but you got it. That was his way.”>Off the mats and out of the dark, he was rarely seen. “He came and went like a ghost,” Joe F. says. “I don’t think anyone saw him arrive or leave—he’d just appear. Towel slung low, drink in hand, already scouting.”— from Mark Smith’s new book Wet Nights: The Untold Story of America’s Gay Bathhouses (2025), p. 84
>>19796584His legacy has caused some "Friction" among the wrestling community.Get it?
>>19796584Just finished reading Wet Nights, eye opening stuff
KEVIN NASH WAS RAPED AT GUNPOINT IN THE SWELTERING HOT SUMMER OF 1992
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>>19797395Friction is organically over unlike 92 spam.
>>19797500Nash was under 14-21 black men getting his ass pounded, however. Facts.
>>19796584Based and we need to discuss old wrestling more and these awful women a lot less. Preferably not at all.
>>19797395>>19797500>wolfbitch discord lol
>>19797604Makes sense.
>>19797500>"At the back alley, Kevin never gave us his real name," recalls Tyrone B., who played with Nash regularly at a Detroit establishment called 'Club Zesty'. "We sort of knew he was a big guy (for you), but that never came up in conversation: we just knew him as 'Ace of Spades' or 'Big Ace'. Nash's nickname owed to his preference, well known around the streets of Detroit since his lubeless initiation in 1992, of bending over in front of black men and making his asshole talk, Ace Ventura style. "Excuse me," he would grunt while spreading and shuttering the meat of his buttcheeks open and closed in cadence with his words, "I would like to 'ASS' you a few questions", he would growl at black men right behind him. And on nights when he wasn't overpowered by 14-21 dudes, the negotiations would start and go from there cuz once he realized what he had and had to offer, he stopped fucking for free. No stranger to getting boinked by black boys, friends and all the homies say Nash liked it rough, tender, loving, primal; even if asphalt scrapes, cigarettes and joints being extinguished on his scrotum and glutes, and copious amount of BBC cream-pies mixed with bloody bum-bum would frequently occur over many nightly encounters and visits. He was a fixture in back alley and clubs whenever the Piston's were in town, especially the Harlem Globetrotters or MC Hammer touring, and zesty niggas remember him as a man who didn't resist much, but was always willing to lay back and accept whatever was being dished out by the bruthas catching him in a frisky mood with his stringy-chicken legs all spread eagle in the air and his asshole waxed fresh like the best pizza you can get in town: Hot 'n Ready."-from wolfie's dad, Al "King Kong" Lundy's new book KWAB Nights: The Untold Story of Ass Rape in America's Back Alleys (2025), p. 90. Its REAL.
>>19797500>Over time, "Big Acey" became something of a legend at Club Zesty, even having that one Motörhead song, "Ace of Spades", immediately start blasting when he made his grand entrance already sauced and randy on pills and booze while air-guitaring his heart out to it. His presence lent the club a strange kind of celebrity allure-everyone there knew he was the 7 ft bitch named 'Diesel' stinking up rings around the world on TV, being an absolute shitter. "He was soma'd off his tits, constantly murmuring 'I'm the shit, I'm tellin' ya,' and was always requesting participants of the 'Diesel Convoy' (which is what he would call the hot and horny niggas getting ready for some 'fuel pumping' of sorts) to all wear feather boas and flap their arms like and squawk like birds, imitating some weirdo he knew named Koko B. Ware or something. He was always shaking his damn ass too, like twerking before twerking was a thing, y'know?"-page 91
>>19797500>Despite his submissiveness and tender quads, Nash's partners were all questioned, or rather interrogated abruptly, during mid-coital consensual sodomy by a fierce look in the eye usually during penetration with the same statement spoken with the same intimidating ferocity: "You glammin' me?"
>>19797759>>19797794KWAB frictionfaggots will never be this funny
>>19797500>Off the mats and on the somas and poppers, he was constantly seen whistling 'Stranger in Paradise' down DARK alleys. "He came and went like a huge wave," George L. says. "I don't think I ever saw him say a word other than just drop trousers and assume the position--he'd just appear. Fanny pack full of pills, boombox blasting NWA to get everyone in the mood, and that glazed over dreamy look in his eye."-page 92. "WAVES: Diddy Parties and Frisky Encounters"
