'92

The summer of '92 refers to a sweltering thick with humidity day as Kevin Nash, the towering professional wrestler who never drew a dime, stepped out of his modest apartment. His wrestling career had hit a lull, and he was desperate for something to change. Little did he know that change was about to come in the most unexpected way.
One evening, as Kevin walked through the dimly lit streets of his neighborhood, he noticed a group of chocolate men huddled together near an abandoned warehouse. They were different from anyone he'd ever seen—tall, muscular, and exuding an aura of mystery. Their eyes bore into him, and Kevin felt a mix of fear and curiosity.
"Hey, big man," one of them called out. "You Nash?"
Kevin nodded cautiously. "Yeah, that's me. What do you want?"
The leader stepped forward—a man named Malik. His skin was the color of rich mahogany, and his voice carried authority. "We've been watching you," Malik said. "You're strong, resilient. We need someone like you."
Kevin raised an eyebrow. "For what?"