>>18717441Back in the Year 1992 of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ, a fellow was wandering around an unfamiliar city one hot and sweltering night after a show. No one knows why he was wandering. Maybe he was looking for his hotel. Maybe he was looking for a place to grab a bite to eat or a quick drink. Maybe he was looking for action, and it's that last one that's ironic because it was action that he got.
No one knows why he did it, but fate drew the man down a dark, dank alleyway. It was empty, he thought. As he reached the midway point a man came up behind him and held a knife to his neck.
>"We can do this the hard way or we can do this the easy way. Drop your drawers, honky."Now, the man played a fighter on the fighting shows but he was no hero. Trembling, he undid his belt and dropped them.
>"Now bend over."He paused, but only for a second. Ever dutiful, he did as he was told and was greeted by swelling pain in his rectal region.
More men came out. There was a large group of them that had been waiting in ambush, twelve to fifteen by some accounts. I won't go into details but they took turns, violating him in ways he never imagined.
That man was Kevin R. Nash, pro-wrestler.
