Kevin Nash, grinning from ear to ear, strode confidently up to the podcast table and slapped Tony on the back. "Hey, pal! You know, I've seen some pretty crazy ideas in this business, but yours... well, it's a doozy, alright!" He paused for a moment, his hand moving down to fondle his impressive erection. "But hey, I guess when you're talking about porn and rap music, it's only natural to get a little excited, right?" Nash winked at Brian Last, who couldn't help but look away with a blush creeping up his cheeks.
"So," Kevin continued, his voice laced with mock seriousness, "let me get this straight. You want to combine the art of professional wrestling with the raw passion of pornography and the rhythmic beat of rap music? That sounds... interesting, to say the least."
Tony Kahn, meanwhile, was staring at Nash's massive erection, his eyes wide with fascination. "Um, Kevin," he stammered, "I mean... sir... I appreciate the support, but maybe... maybe we should focus on the wrestling part first? You know, build up the audience before we, uh... before we go too far with the other stuff?"
Kevin Nash just laughed good-naturedly. "Oh, don't you worry about that," he said, slapping Tony on the back a little too hard. "I've been in this business long enough to know that sometimes you've gotta take risks. And hey, what's the worst that could happen? You fail spectacularly? Well, at least you'll go down swinging, right?"
As if on cue, a bright light flashed outside the studio window, accompanied by a strange humming sound. Nash glanced out curiously. "Hey, what the hell...?" he muttered, before dashing over to the window. "Well, I'll be damned," he breathed, pointing at something in the sky. "Looks like I've got a spaceship to catch!" With that, he began to run toward the exit, shouting over his shoulder, "Don't worry, boys! I'll be back with intergalactic fame and fortune! And maybe a million aliens who dig PornRapWrestling!" Nash disappeared out the door.
