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Big Sexy Kevin Nash stormed into Adam Cole's dimly lit gaming lair, the smell of stale pizza and sweat hanging heavy in the air. Adam, a scrawny figure hunched over his console, barely looked up.
"Adam, what's going on here?" Kevin boomed, his deep voice a stark contrast to Adam's nasally whine.
"Just getting to the next level, Kev," Adam replied, eyes fixed on the screen.
Kevin snatched the controller from Adam's hands and hurled it across the room. "You're not getting to the next level, you're getting to the next size – as in, a bigger size, because you're going to start lifting weights and getting in shape."
Adam reluctantly followed Kevin to the gym, where they began a grueling workout. As they pumped iron, a peculiar figure emerged from the shadows – Dave Meltzer, the infamous wrestling journalist.
Dave's eyes widened as he took in the sight of Kevin and Adam sweating and straining. A strange, awkward grin spread across his face.
"Ah, Kevin... Adam... you two... working out together... it's just... so... arousing," Dave stammered, his voice trembling.
Kevin and Adam exchanged a confused glance. "What are you talking about, Dave?" Kevin asked, raising an eyebrow.
Dave's grin grew wider, his eyes glazing over. "I mean, the sweat, the muscles, the... the... *ahem*... camaraderie. It's just so... stimulating. I-I have to admit, I get a little... excited... when I see two men pushing themselves to their physical limits."
Adam's face turned bright red as he realized where Dave was going with this. "Dave, dude, what are you saying?"
Dave's voice dropped to a whisper. "I'm saying that watching you two work out... it makes me... masturbate. Yes, I said it. I'm a wrestling journalist with a fetish for muscular men lifting weights. And you two... you're the ultimate turn-on."
Kevin and Adam stood there, frozen in shock, as Dave beat a hasty retreat, muttering something about needing to "take care of himself" in the locker room.
