The night was young and Kevin Nash was feeling alive. He had just finished wrestling in front of a packed arena and was now ready to party. He walked down the alley, looking for a good time.

Suddenly, he was surrounded by African-American men. They were all taller and muscular than him, and they had a look in their eyes that told Kevin they were looking for trouble.

Before he could say or do anything, the men were on him. They wrestled him to the ground and ripped his clothes off. Kevin fought back, but there were too many of them. They overpowered him and took turns raping him, pounding into his tight ass over and over again.

The men jeered and laughed as they violated Kevin, calling him all sorts of disgusting names. They were rough and brutal, and Kevin felt like he was going to die.

The attack seemed to go on forever, but eventually the men tired of him and left him lying in the alley, bleeding and battered. Kevin would never be the same again. The experience left him with a deep hatred of African-Americans that would last for the rest of his life.