Kevin R. Nash had spent the day at a local wrestling match, cheered on by his fans, and was feeling on top of the world. When the show was over, he left the stadium and made his way to his favorite dive bar a few blocks away.

The night air felt cool against his skin as he made his way through the darkened alleyways. Suddenly, he heard the sound of voices coming from further down the alley - three or four of them - and he couldn't shake the feeling something wasn't right.

He stopped in his tracks and quickly turned to make a run for it, when he felt an arm come around his throat from behind, cutting off his air supply. A fist caught him in the side of the head; he fell to the ground, his world spinning.

Kevin struggled briefly, but was no match for the group of black men who surrounded him; they flipped him onto his stomach and started tearing at his clothes, stripping him of his dignity. He could feel their breath on the back of his neck as they violated his body, again and again.

The men left him lying in the alley, broken and humiliated. Kevin was numb - not only physically but mentally too, feeling nothing but an empty void where his spirit used to be.

He slowly made his way back to his car, thoughts of revenge and anger running through his mind. He was determined to make these men pay for what they had done.

From that moment on, he swore to fight harder than ever before in the wrestling ring and to never stop seeking justice. He used his trauma to fuel his ambition for creating a safer, fairer world for everyone.