Keith Scott Zimmerman was born on Halloween Eve in 1982. He lived a normal life with only two variants from the cookie-cutter: he was an extremely gifted child who could read by the time he was 18 months, and he was almost obsessed with computers from the day he saw his first one.
He loved taking them apart and seeing how they worked internally, then putting them back together to watch it work now with knowledge of everything required to do it. Truth be told, even hurtling through the school system a couple of grades ahead at a time wasn't always enough to hold him mentally. Computers did.
And it was using one he found the holy grail: the Wrestling Observer. He'd been interested in wrestling before but with inside information, it became his mistress. Meltzer was all the stuff inside the computer; the show was watching how it worked.
At age 14 he formed the Miracle Extasy Weekly [MEW], his own newsletter that looked closer in scope to the Online Onslaught than his idol Meltzer. It didn't matter.
Keith Scott Zimmerman was a smark.
Being in the high school world held no interest for him; all cliques and pretty empty vases who only cared about him for book reports. (Which he sold to them freely, because this is America and all.) Graduating with a 4.34 G.P.A. a year ahead of schedule, Keith quickly moved onto the local and national institution of Cal-Berkeley, commonly known throughout intelligencia as the Harvard of the West.
Berkeley slowed him down, for a bit.
His GPA dwindled down to a mere 3.9.
The problem--yes, there was a problem and it wasn't a social one--is outside of wrestling, Keith didn't really care much for a 9-to-5. His dad has one, and his mother a variation on one. They were worn out. They didn't imagine as kids of being real estate agents and a movie reviewer; they wanted to be astronauts and cowboys and the like.
Keith just wanted to write, preferably about professional wrestling.
After a particularly savage review of a local show, a wrestler invited Keith into the ring to see if he could do any better.
Unfortunately for Nicholas Malloy, it was summer. Keith had free time.
So he entered the ring.
Christopher Daniels & Mike Modest beat him within an inch of his life on multiple occassions. Already rail-thin, he lost 13 pounds. He puked more than a supermodel. He spent his nights not celebrating his youth but covered in ice poring over his Steamboat comps looking for ways to improve his selling.
Pretty soon he was on the Bay Area Wrestling show, lackey to his new best friend in the business: Nicholas Malloy. Cue Alanis.
But after a few short months, Keith took a gamble and signed onto Action! Wrestling at the outset of 2003. Formerly a company known for their sports entertainment, Keith took an unprecedented step: he reviewed his company's own shows. He pulled no punches. He talked about goings-on backstage. He named names, pointed fingers, respected when quality efforts were made and ruthlessly bashed ANY form of half-assing it, face or heel.
The Digital Mafia--unnamed then--was starting to gather up speed.
In the ring, the entire company responded the way professionals do to being put on notice: they started kicking ass, those who could. Action suddenly went from sports entertainment to smark heaven. And Keith was at the center of it all.
He formed Wrestling 101 with Jeff Garvin. He persuaded the Flying Frenchie to join them, and they quickly ascended to tag team champs. 101 would control every title after Keith's ex-idol Max Danger "got soft" and turned face; Keith challenged him to a cage match for the secondary title and won it in front of a hometown crowd. THAT LOVED HIM.
Nothing could stop Keith. Except the fact that the owner still loved the dinosaurs. Keith, assuming 101 would be at the hub of the title chase, was informed inferior wrestlers were getting pushed to the top. All the year's hard work on the part of both his friends and enemies was worthless. He threw down his belts without hesitation and walked out of the company. Most of the roster soon followed.
As the Radicals leaving WCW brought about it's demise, so did this. Action would try again and fail quickly.
Keith had moved on. He went back in playing Austin-style babyface to his roots in Bay Area Wrestling. And he did it with Allison Lindum by his side.
At a club post-PPV, they were both inside getting drunk. Keith celebrating his first title victory, Allison looking to escape Coral Avalon. What started off a drunken one-nighter became a relationship. Allison was tired of not being able to fight her own battles. Keith was tired of being judged by his looks and size instead of his talent. They both had something to prove to the world. They would end up doing it together.
And they'd end up doing it in the Squared Circle, a fledging group. Filled with the "Workrate Movement" from Action and others, they wanted Keith to be one of their premier heels. He was more than up for the challenge.
He got a match against Coral Avalon on the premier show just so he could reveal he & Allison before the match and win it. He main evented against heel and face alike, dropping snowflakes like a Maine winter. When he narrowly failed to capture the Championship against Alias, he moved on and captured the Evolutionary Championship. All he had to do was win a forty-minute triple threat with rotation gimmicks, put one opponent through a table and push another one off the top of a ladder into the ramp.
And when it was clearly stated that the Championship was above the Evo, Keith KOed Alias & himself with a super markOUT to force a draw many state Keith had in the bag if he'd been able to recover, and beat Sonny Silver when HE was the Champion.
In his personal life, the relationship with Allison turned engagement. Vintage Keith, the proposal came via Eliza Dushku who he'd hunted down at Comic-Con.
He formed 101 again, and as 2005 came around came down word that he would have a stint as Champion.
But ownership problems, this time medical and not personal: the owner contracted cancer, and died. The Squared Circle went along with him.
And once that door shut, the floodgates opened. The dalliances and flirts with WWE via jobbing on their secondary shows became cat-calls. Ring of Honor was begging to get him alongside Bryan Danielson and form a new Midnight Express. Most shockingly, Japan was calling with quality offers to match him with his fellow gaijin and mentors.
But he turned them all down to come to the fWo.
If past performance predicates what's to come, ESPECIALLY with an associate prof in the Craig Miles Heel Academy, the fWo is in for some severe shakeups.
The members of the roster will come to know there's only one way to spell wrestling in this day and age:
K.
S.
Z.
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