Kevin Nash was elbow-deep in a gym bag, whispering curses at the universe. “Who doesn’t bring shampoo?” he hissed, shaking a nearly empty bottle. He was just about to move on to another bag when a shadow fell over him. Cena. Triple H. Shawn Michaels. All staring. Nash froze, then slowly raised his hands like he’d been caught mid-heist. “Okay—relax,” he said quickly. “Nobody panic. There’s a mouse. A very specific mouse. Eats wrestling gear.” He dropped to one knee and jabbed a finger at the floor. “Hear that?” He made an aggressive “SKREE-SKREE!” noise. No one moved. No one blinked.Triple H’s eyes narrowed. “Kevin. Step away from the bag.”Nash shook his head, sweat forming. “I can’t. If I do, he’ll get into the boots. You know how expensive boots are?” He scampered a few steps to the side and slapped a towel against the lockers. BANG. “There! See? He’s fast!” Cena didn’t laugh. Shawn didn’t crack a smile. The silence was brutal. Nash swallowed. “Okay, new plan. You guys turn around. Just for a second. I’ll grab him. I’m… I’m trained.”They didn’t turn around. Nash sighed and went for it anyway, banging lockers, kicking bags, tossing kneepads into the air. “I GOT HIM—nope—WAIT—HE BIT ME—” CLANG. THUD. He dropped to the floor, panting, then looked up hopefully. “He’s clever. Elite-level mouse. Real locker room veteran.” The three wrestlers continued to stare, unimpressed and unmoved. Nash slowly stood up, clutching a shampoo bottle like evidence. “So… hypothetically,” he said, “if there wasn’t a mouse… this would still be cool, right?”
Kevin was feeling restless in his hotel room, his back ached as he laid uncomfortably on the bed, head propped up on a couple of pillows - Harlem Heat had been working stiff that evening. He took a deep breath as he reached over to grab a bottle of xanax to help him sleep, as he unscrewed the lid he noticed something odd - his alarm clocked flashed 19:92 - he figured it was just broken but a cold shiver ran down his spine. He swallowed a couple xanny, washed down with a glass of wine and began to relax. He still couldn't sleep so he flicked on the TV. A news report was playing:>Two prisoners have escaped Detroit Detention Center. Abu Zago and Napo Zango are considered extremely dangerous, if sighted, do not approach, but contact police immediately. Both men were convicted for a string of brutal rapes and home invasions--Nash bolted upight - he shut off the television immediately and turned as white as a sheet. His breathing accelarated and he moved towards the window, he peered outside behind the curtain - it was a rainy night and the streets were empty. "Okay, Kevin, you're safe here", he reassured himself. He wiped a bead of sweat from his forehead and popped another xanny then walked into the bathroom. He washed his face with cold water - but as he looked up he saw the demented faces of his two assailants in the mirror! He shrieked like a girl and turned around. There was nobody there. "C'mon Kevin, get it together" he admonished. He begun to run a bath and put on the jazz channel on his portable radio. But as he was about to lower himself in the tub - he heard an almighty bang. It was Abu and Napo, "sheeeeit, this white boi still lookin' fine as he did back in 92" remarked Abu. "We got sum unfinished bizness, big Kev", Napo said.Kevin's fragile knees buckled and he fell to the ground, pleading for his anus, "please, rape Tristen instead, I just had surgery down there!" The two well melanated gentlemen simply laughed and dropped trou.
>>19839004>The two well melanated gentlemen simply laughedAs soon as I read this I knew where the story was going
>>19839004look, we don't disrespect Big T here
>farts in your ai slop thread
>>19839015*pfft* lol, is that the sound it made ?, I'd imagine it would, maybe a slight creak from the synthetic leather of your chair... well ?
>>19839023so i drove up the i40... 20 miles you know... took a left on high street...
>>19839126If I had two optionsA. Get in the ambulance and have the gasoline pumped from my stomachB. Jump into Kevin Nash's mustang and go for a night out on the townI'm buckling up beside Big Sexy
>>19838934interesting
>>19839029BAWK
>>19838934Let me guess...he was raped!?
>>19839900Yep. Kevin nash status:rapedTristan nash status:dead
>>19839918rip in piece big t
>>19838934cool story bro
>>19841100It's a wrestling story with Diesel so it's guaranteed to be cool
>>19841100agreed
