
22 Currently Ranked
Nova
Record: 5 - 6 - 1
Nova
Alignment: face
Nickname: The Risen Star, Starchild
First Name: Nova
Date of Birth: 03/23/1979
Hometown: Parts Unknown
Height: 6'3"
Weight: 240
Manager(s):
Additional Information:
Gimmick: Nova is generally good-natured, at times even goofy, though the aloof slapstick stoner persona that accompanied him into PRIME as a young man has been tempered over time by life experience, trauma, and loss.
Theme Music: "Maggot Brain" by Funkadelic
Finishing Move: Bourbon for Breakfast
High angle Death Valley Driver (Nova hooks across the neck Death Drop-style w/ right arm, underneath left thigh w/ his left, hoists up, and spikes them down high-angle head-first into the mat)General Moveset:
Common Moves: T-bone suplex, Texas cloverleaf, Kitchen sink, Multiple German suplexes, Double-arm DDT, Rising clothesline, Jumping calf kick, Body splash, Shooting star press
Trademark Moves: Dying Star Drop (leg drop bulldog), Novacaine (Spinning wheel kick to a steel chair held in front of the opponent's face), Horizontal Face-Pull Neck-Stretch Inverted Hurt-Plex Lock Bomb (Arm-trap crossface), In-NOVA-tor (Corkscrew cradle suplex), No Value (3/4-turn neckbreaker with 180* turn into a reverse DDT)
Entrance Description:
The lights cut out in the arena, and a stormy sky appears on the video screen.
As thunder booms over the speakers and lightning lights up the darkened clouds on-screen, George Clinton's voice can be heard speaking in soft, reverberating tones.
"Mother Earth is pregnant for the third time…for y’all have knocked her up. I have tasted the maggots in the mind of the universe; but I was not offended, for I knew I had to rise above it all…or drown in my own shit."
The stormy sky fades, replaced by a field of stars. One of the stars shoots across the screen, and as the field of stars comes together to form the word "NOVA," Funkadelic's "Maggot Brain" lilts over the PA system.
At this moment, a spotlight hits the entrance ramp where Nova is knelt, one fist raised in the air. The smoke wafting up from the cigarette hanging out of his mouth swirls iridescently under the hot glare of the spotlight. After a moment, the Risen Star climbs to his feet and makes his way down to the ring, rolling under the bottom rope before standing and flicking his cigarette away.
The lights come up.