>>51677 (OP)it was a dark and stormy night in detroit. Kevin Nash was walking back to his hotel after a WCW show. Back then, he was known as Vinnie Vegas. He wasn't popular so he wasn't worried about fans mobbing him and WCW only assigned protection details to their top stars. Still, he wasn't far away and he thought it would be safe to walk a short distance to his hotel room. He couldn't call a cab because he had failed to draw a single dime that night (a trend which would continue for most of his career). But Nash was tired, having suffered a brutal squash match loss earlier in the evening. He wished that Vader hadn't been so rough on him, but his roughest experience of the evening was yet to come. As he took a shortcut down an alleyway to spare his poor ailing quads, out jumped a gang of detroit hoods with duct tape and baseball bats. What happened next was a rape that will live in infamy forevermore.