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The door to the kitchen swung open, and out stumbled Kevin Nash, a former wrestling legend who now worked as a chef. His apron was stained with grease, and his hair was a wild mess of graying strands. He squinted at the TV, recognition dawning on his face as he saw Randy's highlight reel. "The Ram," he murmured, a smirk playing on his lips. "Back from the dead, huh?"
The room grew tense as eccentric promoter Tony Khan turned to face Kevin, his eyes gleaming with an idea that was both ludicrous and thrilling. "Kevin," he began, "I want you to know that we're all family here. And in this family, we support each other. So, when Randy steps into the ring again, I expect you to show him the respect he deserves. I want you to..." Tony paused dramatically, leaning in close, "suck his cock."
The words hung in the air like a fart in an elevator, the silence unbearable. Randy's cheeks flushed red, and he choked on his coffee. Kevin's smirk grew into a full-blown grin as he looked Tony up and down. "Sorry, boss," he drawled, "but I don't swing that way."
The diner erupted in laughter, the tension snapping like a guitar string. Tony's face turned a shade of red that would put a lobster to shame. And in that moment, Randy knew that this was going to be one hell of a ride.
