Kevin Nash vs. Triple H: A WWE Feud That Makes No Sense

Triple H and Kevin Nash go way back.

They’ve been real-life friends since the 1990s, and they feuded with each other in 2003 in what was one of the most unwatchable rivalries I can remember either guy having.

That was until we got to 2011—Triple H took over the role of WWE C.O.O., Nash returned to the WWE at SummerSlam and someone decided it would be a good idea to put a 42-year-old part-timer in a feud with a 52-year-old, past-his-prime, immobile big man.

Who the hell thought this was ever going to end up well? I don’t know, but I damn sure didn’t.

Nash can hardly walk—much less wrestle—and he’s proven to be ungodly awful on the microphone, while Triple H is still a top-notch performer, but not one that can carry Nash to a good match.

Why? Because no one can.

Nash was never the best wrestler. Halfway decent for a big man, yes, but not someone who was ever going to put on 5-star matches.

Now, fast forward to 2011 when Nash has been on this earth for more than half a century, and he looks like he has replaced his legs with stilts and completely forgot how to powerbomb someone without nearly breaking that person's neck in the process.

Nash has about as much business being in a wrestling ring at this point in his career as The Great Khali. He just doesn’t belong there because he can’t freaking wrestle.

But let’s forget about that for a moment. Let’s just say that Nash could channel his inner Undertaker, walk into an arena, get in the ring and put on a pretty good match.

He still shouldn’t be there. And he definitely shouldn’t be feuding with Triple H.

I wouldn’t be complaining about a Nash/Triple H feud if this was 1999 or 2000, but this is 2011. Yeah, 2011.

Triple H should be—although he technically is—transitioning to his backstage role in the WWE, and Nash should be making appearances, signing autographs and sipping martinis while relaxing on the beach.

The guys who should be in the ring, cutting promos and taking up a quarter of every episode of Monday Night Raw are the future stars of the company like The Miz, Dolph Ziggler and CM Punk. N ot two best buddies who think their place in wrestling history means they can drag out a pointless feud well past the point when anyone cares about it.

Yeah, I said it—this feud is pointless, and no one gives a crap about it.

I mean, what exactly is the basis of this “rivalry” between Nash and Triple H anyway? Are we really supposed to believe that after an eight-year hiatus Nash suddenly decided to go back to the WWE and screw over his best friend?

It makes zero sense. That would be like me showing up to the workplace of my best friend from ninth grade and kicking him in the gonads.

If you’re thinking “Why the hell would he do that?” then now you know how I feel every time I see Nash and Triple H on TV together.

I cringe at the thought of the WWE basing a ridiculous feud between two middle-aged men on some sort of made up resentment that I guess Nash has for Triple H because he “fired” him.

So, Nash returns to the WWE, Triple H boots him out of the company and then he urges John Laurinaitis to re-sign Nash so they can wrestle each other?

That’s equivalent to an NFL team releasing a crappy third-string quarterback and then bringing him back so the linebackers can beat the crap out of him during practice.

No team would do that, and no creative team—at least no good one—would come up with a storyline that follows that formula.

Now, we’re left with a ridiculously long feud between Triple H and Nash that has gone on since August, but hasn’t featured a match between those two and will now probably drag on even further because of Triple H’s “fractured vertebrae.”

Do us all a favor, WWE, and do what you love to do: Hotshot this rehashed feud, have Triple H return from that injury earlier than expected, have him face Nash in a singles match and then move on from a feud that has turned into a giant pile of crap.

We don’t care that Nash returned to the WWE. We don’t care that he and Triple H are mad at each other. We don’t care that they’re probably going to have a match down the road.

We did at one point. But we don’t anymore.