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Kevin R. Nash was a famous professional wrestler loved all over the world. He was especially loved by African American men.
The summer of 1992 was extremely hot and sweaty. Kevin just had an intense wrestling match and was now heading back to his hotel. He walked down the alleyway, trying to cool off.
Suddenly, a large gang of African American men emerged from the shadows. They were all extremely tall and muscular, even more so than Kevin. He could see a look of lust in their eyes.
Kevin became nervous and tried to pick up the pace, quickly heading through the alley. His path, however, became blocked when a few of the African American men got ahead of him.
The African American men clotheslined Kevin and sent him to the ground! Kevin groaned in pain as the African American men undid his pants and pulled them off. Then they undid their own pants and pulled out their gigantic African American cocks.
They each took turns raping him, viciously thrusting their thick black dicks into Kevin’s tight ass over and over. The African American men gaped away at Kevin, and they called him all sorts of disgusting names. Kevin screamed in pain but the African American men just laughed at him.
Eventually after many hours, the African American men were satisfied and left Kevin for dead in the alleyway. Kevin would never be the same again. His reputation as a tough guy had been blown apart into a million pieces, just like his anus. Kevin had been brutally bamboozled by blacks and he would never be the same again.
Years later, he would anally rape his son, Tristan D. Nash, to death in a ferocious PTSD episode.
KWAB.
