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The air was thick with the scent of fried meat and cheap perfume as Kevin Nash, former professional wrestler now working the graveyard shift at Burger King, scrubbed ketchup off the back of a booth with a Brillo pad. His massive frame, once used to intimidate and entertain crowds, now seemed to simply fill out the too-small uniform. He hummed along to the radio, lost in thought, when a familiar figure approached him from across the restaurant.
"Kevin!" AEW promoter Tony Kahn shouted, waving his arms frantically. "Kevin, my man! How ya been, buddy?"
"Oh, you know, Tony," Kevin said, trying to sound casual as he tossed the Brillo pad into the trash. "Just livin' the dream, you know?" He leaned against the counter, folding his arms across his broad chest.
Tony's eyes darted around the restaurant, making sure no one was listening. "Look, Kev, I need a favor. Big favor. You remember the Chris Benoit thing I've been talking about?" Kevin nodded, trying to pretend like he didn't find the whole thing creepy. "One hour special, just you and me and the ghost of Chris, in the ring, on TBS!"
Kevin raised an eyebrow. "And what do you expect me to do with this ghost, Tony? Give him a massage?" He chuckled, but Tony didn't seem to get the joke.
"Not a massage. I want you to have wild gay sex with him. On live television." There was a long pause as the words hung in the air. "It'll be great, Kev. It'll bring the ratings through the roof!"
Kevin's jaw dropped. "You're out of your mind, Tony. I'm not doing that." He turned to walk away, but Tony grabbed his arm, his grip surprisingly strong for a man his stature.
"Please, Kev. It's our last shot. Our last chance at greatness." Kevin pulled his arm free and stepped back. He shook his head, feeling a mixture of pity and disgust for the pathetic man in front of him.
"Nash! This is my ticket back from hell!" shrieked the suddenly appearing ethereal Christopher Benoit. "You need to take me to pound town, for Turner!"
