>>15238175"What the hell are you doing, man?" Kevin Nash's booming voice echoed through the woods, interrupting Solo's advances.
Alexa Bliss stood next to Nash, a look of concern on her face.
"It's not what it looks like!" Solo sputtered, his deep baritone voice cracking with the effort of sounding nonchalant. His dark eyes darted from Nash to Bliss and back again, a silent plea for them to just walk away.
Nash's eyes narrowed. "Looks to me like you're trying to coerce this poor guy into something he's not comfortable with," he said, taking a step closer. His voice was low and menacing, the kind that could make a grizzly bear think twice about crossing paths.
Solo's cheeks turned a dark shade of red. "It's not what you think," he repeated, his voice now a desperate whisper.
But Nash wasn't buying it. He took another step forward, his massive frame looming over Solo. "You're a disgrace to the brotherhood," he said, his voice a thunderclap in the quiet woods. "We don't do that kind of shit here."
With that, Solo realized he was outmatched. He took a deep breath and, in a move that would have been comical if it weren't for the tension in the air, turned tail and sprinted away.
You look at Nash and Bliss, your eyes wide with gratitude. "Thanks," you murmured, your voice shaking. "I don't know what I would have done if you hadn't come along."
Alexa's smile grew wicked. "Well, since we're all now friends," she began, her voice taking on a teasing lilt, "how about we help you relax?"
Nash couldn't help but chuckle at the absurdity of the situation. "What she means," he said, his voice rumbling with amusement, "is that you get to choose which one of us will suck that too sweet dick of yours."
Alexa stepped closer, her hand on her hip. "So, what'll it be?" she asked, batting her eyelashes. "Me or the big guy?"
Suddenly the sounds of a groaning man in a nearby bush caught everyone's attention. It was Jim Ross, masturbating at the absurd spectacle before him.
