>>16063687"You see that guy?" Hogan roared, pointing at an African American security guard. "He's the problem! Get him out of here!"
"What the hell are you talking about, Hulk?" Kevin Nash said, trying to keep his voice calm. "That guy's just doing his job."
"You're the reason this country's going to hell," Hogan yelled at the guard, spittle flying from his mouth.
"Sir, please keep your voice down," the confused guard said firmly.
Ignoring the pleas for peace, Hogan took a swing at the guard, his fist connecting with the man's jaw.
The security guard stumbled back, hand on his face, and Hogan took the opportunity to hoist him up and throw him through the plate-glass window of the mall's entrance.
Vince McMahon and Diddy emerged from the chaos, their expressions a blend of amusement and disbelief.
McMahon nodded, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "It's time for a freak off," he said, pulling out his phone to start recording.
The two men approached Nash, who was still in his seat, staring at the carnage in disbelief. "You want in on this?" Diddy asked.
Nash looked up, his face a mask of disgust. "What the actual fuck?" he breathed.
And just like that, the tension in the room shifted again. The crowd had forgotten their fear, now transfixed by the sight of McMahon and Diddy embracing, their mouths locked in a passionate kiss as they began to strip off their clothes.
"You've got to be kidding me," Nash murmured, his hand over his eyes. But as he peeked through his fingers, he couldn't deny the electricity in the air.
As the scene escalated, Nash felt his own anger and confusion giving way to a strange sense of amusement. He picked up his tray, stood up, and left the food court, the echoes of Hogan's racist rant and the gay interracial power couple's grunts following him into the mall.
Nash couldn't help but wonder if maybe, just maybe, this bizarre display of love in the face of hate might do more to change minds than any heartfelt speech ever could.
