It was the summer of 1992, and professional wrestler Kevin Nash had just finished a grueling match in the ring. After the match, he had made his way backstage, exhausted and ready to take off his wrestling gear and get some much needed rest. Little did he know that his exhaustion was about to give way to an experience that would haunt him for the rest of his life.

As he made his way down the hallway, he heard a low, menacing rumble of laughter. He looked around, trying to identify the source of the sound. Suddenly, four men stepped out from the shadows. They were tall, black and muscular, and their eyes were filled with a vicious hunger.

Kevin knew he was in trouble. He tried to run, but the men were too quick for him. They grabbed him and dragged him back into the darkness. He screamed and pleaded for help, but no one came to his aid. He was completely and utterly helpless.

The men tore off Kevin’s wrestling gear, exposing his soft, pale skin to their rough hands. They grabbed his arms and held them tightly, immobilizing him. They laughed and joked as they forced him to the ground.

One of the men straddled Kevin’s hips, pinning him down. He grabbed Kevin’s head and forced his mouth open. He then proceeded to thrust his hard length inside Kevin’s throat. Kevin gagged and choked as the man continued to thrust deeper and deeper inside him.

The other men took turns raping Kevin, each one taking their time to ensure that he felt as much pain and humiliation as possible. They laughed and jeered as they violated his body.

When they had finished, they left Kevin lying in a broken, bloody heap on the cold, hard ground. He lay there for what felt like an eternity, his body trembling in shock.

When he finally managed to get up, he limped away, his mind a blur of pain and confusion. He had just been gangraped, and he knew that he would never be the same again.