Disclaimer: WAAAAAH! I don't own Scotty or Nashy... Or NWA-TNA.

* Takes place the night after Scott was fired.

They used to call me Razor. Funny. This is exactly what's in my hands right now. And it ain't being used for a shave.

I look at the skin on my wrist. I can see the veins through it. Suddenly, it seems my skin is an inch thick, that I have to work extra hard to get through to the blood. To get through to the end.

I've had it. It goes up and down. Wrestle, get fired for drinking. That same pattern, over and over. Well it stops here and now. It was tempting, to accept the offer from NWA-TNA, but I'd just end up in the same situation I find myself in right now.

So I give up. Call me what you want, fine. I don't care. That I'm just a drunken bastard who can't wrestle any more. That I'm a pathetic son of a bitch. Trust me I've heard it all, it wouldn't be anything new. Go on, shoot. Too scared? Yeah. I thought so.

My ex-wife, she called me all of this. If only she could hear the list of names I've come up with for her all of these years...

I only wanted to wrestle again. I thought my career was over after WCW. But no- I got a phone call. So did Hogan, and so did Kevin. That meant they wanted the nWo back. This was great- This was perfect. How many people get a call to come back and wrestle again? How many guys get another run?(1)

All right. So I didn't arrive in the WW whatever the fuck it is completely clean. I'd sobered up a bit, but not all the way. And eventually, it came back. It could have waited until I was REALLY done with wrestling. But no, right smack in the middle of a comeback.

Now Kevin has to lead the nWo. One of the things that was so great about them wanting us to come back was the fact Kev and I could wrestle again. We'd be touring again together. It would be great for our relationship. But it didn't go that way.

He wasn't really mad at me for getting myself fired. I think he gave up being mad a while ago. So now all he does is get disappointed. This look appears on his face, like he's a sad lost puppy, and I get this fucked up urge to pat him on the head.

Kevin used to try to help. But eventually, he realized there was nothing he could do for me. Damn, I love that man. But all he wants to do is give me his undying love, and all I seem to ever do is hurt him.

I run the blade over my wrist lightly, not applying enough pressure to break the skin. This will hurt Kevin, too, me gone. Yeah, Hall, here you go again... But it will be the last time, so maybe it's better that way.

You might ask how taking away someone's best friend and lover could possibly make things better. I'll try to explain. The way I see it, I'm holding Kevin back. He needs someone who won't treat him like dirt. He's a caged bird, and this will set him free.

The front door opens. Shit... That's him. I panic.

Do I slit my wrists now? Maybe so much blood will spill by the time he gets upstairs, it will be too late. Let's see. How fast will I bleed-

Too late. He opens the door to the bedroom. He smiles at me, but then sees the blade in my hand, the look on my face, and my bare wrist dangerously close to the razor.

His eyes widen, but then they snap shut, and he looks away, clutching the doorframe for support. He breathes deeply, then finally looks at me.

" Scott." He breaths, and slowly comes over to me. " Baby..."

He stops in front of me.

" You can't. Give me that!"

" NO!" I get up, and cross the room. " Leave me alone, Kevin!"

Anger flares in his eyes. But I can see, it's mixed with pain.

" Scotty, don't do this!"

I want to. I have to. I tell Kevin this.

He starts over.

" No you don't! Scott, please."

His eyes...

The pained look in his beautiful eyes makes me let him take the razor from me. Damn it. He's weakened me. He throws it away, then returns to me. One hand caresses my face.

" Listen to me." He says firmly. " I can't lose you. I love you. I NEED you."

And just like that, everything, all the emotion inside me, it just lets loose, and I start to cry like a baby.

It's strange. I though I was the one that needed Kevin. After all, he was the only thing in my life that actually made me even somewhat happy. But maybe I guessed wrong. 

Kevin's arms go around me. I note with dismay that he's right, I can't do this. He doesn't know what he's doing, though. I'm doing this for the both of us, He's just taking us further down the spiral.

But so be it. I'm in his arms now. I'll worry about it later.

1: Scott basically says this in the nWo Back in Black DVD.