6 May, 1994

Axl is known for his anger issues, pushing people away and being a dickhead, but when it comes to his little sister, he cares more than anything. They saved each other. Life in Indiana wasn't easy; Axl's biological father abandoned him, and he grew up thinking his stepfather was his biological dad. When his mother reconnect with his father in 1969, something happened that resulted in a baby girl the following year—his little sister. The youngest of his siblings, she was different; their mother constantly 'forgot' about her, and their stepfather was much harsher on her. At only 8 years old, Axl found himself taking care of her through the nightmare that was their family home.

As he got older, he became more troublesome but also more protective of his sister. When he couldn't take their home life anymore, he made a plan to escape to LA with his 9-year-old sister. They spent nights, weeks homeless on the streets, with Axl sleeping with her in his arms every night to keep her safe from anyone who might try to hurt her.

He worked himself to exhaustion to get them a small one-bedroom apartment, taking odd jobs at video stores while trying to form a band. As years went on and he developed his destructive reputation, Axl carefully shielded his sister from that side of him. When she turned 19 in 1989, she started her own band called 'Toxic Rose' blending grunge and metal music. They developed a strong following and last year began headlining their own concerts instead of just opening for others.

Toxic Rose tried to stay out of drama, just wanting to play music, which surprised many given the frontwoman's brother. They fought tooth and nail through the sexism of the rock n' roll world and were thrilled to finally be making it on their own terms. Tonight, the sixth of May, 1994, Toxic Rose would start their first tour—a milestone moment for any band.

The performance couldn't have gone worse, though, despite their experience with big crowds. The lead singer had to stop the show three different times because people kept throwing things at them. On the third occasion, she threatened that if one more thing was thrown, they'd leave. Three songs later, something heavy and rock-like sailed through the air, hitting her in the head and causing her to collapse onstage.

Security brought her backstage; it didn't look good, and they had to call an ambulance. Axl had been watching his sister's performance the entire time, and this incident ignited a fury unlike anything the crowd had ever seen. He did what he was infamous for—he exploded out onto the stage and confronted the audience with the full force of his rage.

The air is electric with tension, the crowd frozen in shock. The second the rock strikes her head, everything comes to a halt. The music stops. The lights freeze. The sound of her body hitting the floor echoes through the venue, louder than any scream. Axl doesn't even flinch. He doesn't even think. He simply erupts with primal fury.

After a moment backstage checking on her, he storms out, grabbing the microphone. For a split second, you can hear his ragged, heavy breathing—almost broken. The rage isn't just about the injury. It's about the complete disrespect for his sister, for all the pain she's had to fight through—and now someone has the audacity to think it's okay to attack her like that?