>>14638625Tony Kahn elbowed his way through the throng of people and made his way over to her. She looked up at him, her eyelashes fluttering against her cheeks, and smiled coyly. "Can I help you?" she purred, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
"Oh, you most certainly can, my dear," Tony replied, flashing her his best fake grin. "I'm Tony Kahn, and I'm the wrestling promoter for AEW. And I think you'd make a perfect addition to our show." He held up a business card, which was actually just a piece of cardboard he'd printed at home, and shoved it into her hand.
The woman looked down at the card, then back up at Tony with a mixture of confusion and amusement. "You want me to be a wrestler?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "I don't even know the first thing about wrestling."
She studied his face for a moment, considering his offer. "Well, I guess it couldn't hurt to give it a try. When do I start?"
Tony beamed with pride. "Great! You'll be on the show next week, no problem." With that, he turned and strutted back to the bar.
As he walked away, however, he failed to notice the familiar figure approaching them from across the room. It was none other than Kevin Nash, the legendary wrestler whose eyes still held a fierce determination. And in his hand, he clutched a stiff drink.
Nash made his way through the crowd, his eyes locked on Kahn. "You've got to be fucking kidding me," he muttered under his breath. "That chick doesn't know the first thing about wrestling." When he was close enough, he cleared his throat loudly. "Excuse me, but I think you've got the wrong idea about what it takes to be a wrestler."
Before Kahn could respond, Nash launched himself at him, knocking the promoter to the ground with a thud. "Enough is enough!" he growled, straddling Kahn's chest and pinning his arms to the floor. "You don't know what you're doing, and you're ruining this business!"
