>>12079785The stifling heat of the summer of 92 was too much for Kevin R Nash. He was already an unpopular and unprofitable professional wrestler, but with each day passed in the relentless heat, his already diminished status seemed to plummet further and further. His matches had all but dried up over the months, and he was barely scraping by on what money he had left.
So when he heard about the underground wrestling club, he felt a surge of adrenaline wander through his veins. This could be his escape, he thought, and who knew, maybe he'd find success there.
The underground wrestling club was a poorly concealed secret, tucked away into an alleyway behind the local parks. Nash's spirits lifted as he walked through, his anticipation bubbling over as he imagined himself being the star of the show.
That all changed as soon as Nash stepped foot in the main hall. Men, richly melanated and wearing expensive clothing, were laughing and jeering. As Nash entered, they all turned and stared. And then, as quickly as it seemed to come, their faces changed from mocking leers to sadistic grins.
Before Nash could make out what was happening, three of the men grabbed him and pushed him down. A fourth ushered in a fifth, a wide and toothy man with an unmistakable air of authority. And then he spoke.
'Kevin R Nash, you will be my daily entertainment' he said with a sickening glee.
And that was the start of Nash's unstoppable downward spiral. Every night, the richly melanated gentlemen would drag Nash into the secret wrestling club. Major Tom, as he was known, would watch as the men repeatedly anally raped Nash, a degrading and violent act that seemed to bring Tom immense pleasure.
Though Nash tried to fight, there was simply nothing he could do. Through thirty long, summer-filled years Nash was subjected to this humiliation, his body and spirit battered and broken by the unending cycle of torture.
