>>18461712Life was a freaking wrestling ring, and I, Karrion Kross, was ready to rumble...my damn clothes off. My opponent? The Big Sexy one himself, Kevin Nash. That dude was so hot, he made the sun look like a damn ice cube.
As we faced off in the dimly lit, sweat-drenched locker room, I cracked my knuckles and gave him a sly, shit-eating grin. "You think you're ready for this, Nash? I'm the most dominant force in the WWE, and I'm about to take you down...into the depths of orgasmic ecstasy."
Kevin chuckled, his iconic bleached-blond hair gleaming under the locker room lights like a goddamn halo. "Oh, Karrion, you think you're the only one with tricks up their sleeve? I've been in this game longer than you've been alive, hot stuff...and I've got a few damn tricks left up my sleeve and in my pants."
The game was on. We began to circle each other, our eyes locked in a fierce stare that could melt damn steel. I could see the hunger in his gaze, the desire to be taken down by the powerhouse that I am...and I was more than happy to oblige.
"You should be careful what you wish for, Big Sexy...or you might just get it, you cocksucker."
The next thing you know, we were rolling around, exchanging playful blows and kisses with hot gay lust. I landed a series of rapid-fire punches to his sexy abs, but he retaliated with a vicious...tongue bomb. Yeah, that's a thing.
As we fought, our clothes started to disappear like damn magic. I ripped off his shirt, revealing those famous, chiseled abs that could make a damn statue jealous. He countered by yanking down my trunks, exposing my...ahem...wrestling gear...or lack thereof.
The match was heating up, and I could feel the sweat dripping, the adrenaline pumping like a damn IV of pure energy. We were two hot homosexual behemoths of the WWE, going at it like there was no damn tomorrow, and this was just the beginning.
