>>15107988
>jobs to Jungle Bitch in his debut

I know Vice McMahon was a total mark for anyone for Ireland, this is why Rick O'Shea's days were numbered once he lost power!

>>15107988
Noone is sure if he is or is not friends with the current champion and/or challenger and do they enjoy wrestling?

is red hot for like a month and is relegated to doing rampage and collision "dream matches" while the company co tinues dying cause tony cant book for him

He'll be sitting a home collecting a money for doing fuckall in two months time

>>15107988
Kevin Nash sauntered over, flexing his bulging biceps, and whispered something in Ricochet's ear that made his face flush with embarrassment. The crowd erupted into laughter, and Tony Kahn chuckled like a proud father watching his son's first steps. The match started with a typical lock-up, but it quickly devolved into something else entirely. Nash began to gyrate his hips, his movements more suited to a dance floor than a wrestling ring.

Nash's lewd behavior was contagious. Every move he made was laced with innuendo, and the crowd ate it up. Meanwhile, Dave Meltzer, the legendary wrestling journalist, nodded his head in approval, scribbling furiously in his notepad.

But just as Ricochet was beginning to get a handle on the absurdity, the gates to the backyard burst open. A red-faced Jim Cornette, fists clenched and eyes bulging with rage, stormed towards the ring. "What in the name of sweet baby Jesus is going on here?" he bellowed, his voice cutting through the din of the spectators.

Tony Kahn, unfazed, leaned over the ropes and grinned up at the enraged Cornette. "It's the future of wrestling, old man," he taunted. "You're just too square to appreciate it."

Cornette's eyes narrowed, and before anyone could react, he vaulted into the ring, sending a folding chair flying into the air. It smacked against the back of Nash's head, knocking him to the mat. The crowd went wild.

Richochet reached into his trunks and pulled out a pair of glittery pasties, slapping them onto his chest with a flourish. The crowd erupted in cheers, and even Nash looked surprised.

The match continued, a bizarre ballet of athleticism and innuendo, with Cornette and Tony brawling at ringside. Ricochet knew he'd never forget this night, no matter how hard he might try. And as he flipped and spun, the glitter from the pasties catching the light, he couldn't help but wonder: had he just made the biggest mistake of his career, or the most brilliant move of all?