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It was 1992, and in the locker room of a professional wrestling arena, Kevin Nash was about to have the worst day of his life. He had just finished a match, and was feeling proud of himself as he showered, but he didn’t realize he was being watched.
Suddenly, he heard a loud thud, and he realized that someone had locked the locker room door. He quickly put on a robe and stepped out, only to be greeted by two large, menacing figures. They were both dressed in black, and their faces were hidden.
Before he could react, one of them grabbed him from behind and forced him onto the floor. The other one began to rip off his robe, exposing his naked body. He was completely helpless as the two men took turns violating him, assaulting him with fists and other objects.
The men were relentless, and he felt as if he was going to be beaten to death. He screamed and begged for them to stop, but they only laughed and continued their attack. Eventually, they left him lying on the floor in a pool of his own blood.
Kevin was lucky to escape with his life, but the experience left him traumatized. He tried to forget what had happened, but he couldn’t shake the feeling of helplessness and fear that had come over him. For years afterwards, he was haunted by nightmares of the ordeal and the faces of his attackers.
