Raven groaned, then coughed as he woke up, face down on the sofa. He moved to stretch, beer cans rattled as they fell off the sofa to the floor.

He lifted his head, which pounded relentlessly, and slowly opened his eyes.

Beer cans and empty bottles littered the room, and the remnants of his drugs fixes were strewn across the coffee table.

He reached over and fumbled with the syringes, checking them, hoping he'd have SOMETHING left.

Coming up empty handed, he got himself up and staggered through to the bathroom. He needed to score today...which meant he needed to trick.

Stepping into the shower, he let out a relieved groan as the hot water washed over him. He wasn't in there long before he turned the shower off, grabbed his towel and stepped out onto the cold concrete floor.

Wiping his hand over the fogged up mirror, he starred blankly at his reflection. Even by HIS standards, he looked terrible.

It had been 2 years since his contract with TNA had run out, a year after, Jim left him. Since then, he had spent every cent he had on booze and Heroin. Raven picked up his razor, then noticing how much his hand was shaking, he put it down again.

"No wonder Jim left your ass..." He sighed at his reflection, "You're a fucking joke!!"

He pulled on the first clothes he found, hunted for his keys and headed out....

He walked into the dark, dingy bar. It smelt of stale cigarettes, piss and beer, but it was a smell that Raven was most comfortable with.

"Gimme whisky..." He said as he plonked himself down on a barstool. He fished a couple of dollar bills from his pocket and tossed them onto the bar.

"Starting early today, hey Birdman?" The barman chuckled, placing a glass in front of him and giving him his shot.

Raven drank it back, swilling it around his teeth like mouthwash before swallowing.

"...Has Jim been in here?" Raven asked, tapping his glass for a refill

"Jim NEVER comes in here anymore, you KNOW that" The barman sighed, giving him another shot

He knocked the shot back, then let out a shaky breath.

In fact, Raven hadn't seen Jim since the day he had left him. And that tortured him everyday, knowing he had driven Jim away. The Heroin had changed him, more than even HE realised. Mentally, he was broken. Emotionally, he was numb. And physically, he was a complete wreck!

Gone was his once hard, muscular tanned physique, his body now bloated and pale.

"I need to score..." Raven whispered

"Not in here, Scotty" The barman sighed, taking away the shot glass

"DON'T call me that!" Raven snapped, slamming his fists down on the bar, "NOBODY calls me that!"

The barman chuckled at Raven's outburst then laughed louder as he stormed out of the bar.

The barman's laughter rang in Raven's ears as he walked the streets, his nerves were raw and his body ached!

He KNEW he didn't have the cash for the fix he craved, he knew what he had to do.

Young fucks lined the streets, 20 years younger than him at least. They got all the action, and Raven, well, if he was lucky, he'd get enough to score.

He hated what he had become, a junkie who had to sell himself to feed his addiction. He had lost everything thanks to Heroin, and coke, and crystal meth...hell, anything he could get his hands on.

Jim had found out bout how addicted his was, and given him a choice...him or the drugs. 4 days later, Jim moved out and Raven spiralled into his own personal hell.

His friends left him too, sick of his bullshit and lies. He'd borrowed thousands of dollars over the years, and now, he had nothing.

When he first started tricking, the guys wanted to fuck him because he was Raven. Now, with his looks gone, he was probably the cheapest lay on the streets! When he first started, He could get $100 for a handjob! Now, he was lucky if he made $10 for a full on fuck. Unfortunately, it was the only way he could get money these days.

A car pulled up, he didn't even think, he just opened the door and got in.....

When he got home, he had tricked enough for a fix. Actually, he had tricked enough for 4 fixes, but tonight, 4 became 1

He sat on the floor, and drank the last of the vodka he'd found in his now empty liquor cabinet.

Then, he grabbed his things from the coffee table and started to prepare his fix...his final fix, Before he injected himself, he rang ONE person, someone he KNEW would pass the message on, and the message was simple-"Tell Sandman....I'll see him later"

He tossed his cell phone onto the sofa, lay back on the floor and injected the huge dose of Heroin into his veins.....



Scott had wanted to be a wrestler since he was a kid, and as soon as he was old enough, he left home, got a place of his own and joined a wrestling school.

He got a part time job at the local store, and did odd jobs to pay his bills. The months flew past, Scott worked hard at the store, when he wasn't at the store, he busted his ass in the wrestling ring. When he had been training for just over a year, a local scout put him on his independent tour.

The money wasn't great, but Scott enjoyed it, and lucky for him, the guys he travelled with took him in, made him feel like one of them.

While he went on his little wrestling stints, his job at the store was always safe, Mr Alburn liked Scott, he was a good worker.

However, after a couple of years, Scott was getting offered more regular wrestling jobs, so it was with a heavy heart, he had to give up his store job.

"I'm real sorry, Mr Alburn" Scott said as he sat in his boss's kitchen, "But I'm going on the road again in a few days...and then I might be going to Japan "

"Scott, It's ok, REALLY" Mr Alburn assured, "We both knew this wasn't gonna be permanent"

Scott nodded

"Just remember us when you are a big WWF star" Mr Alburn smiled

"I sure will" Scott smiled

And for the next few years, Scott lived the life as an independent wrestler.

He travelled all over the country, doing shows and getting paid enough too afford gas to the next show.

His car was beat up, but it did the job. It was his transport, his home, his sanctuary.

He didn't really make any friends, due to the fact he was never in the same town very long.

However, there was one guy that kept working the same shows as him, and he couldn't help but notice him.

His name was....actually, Scott didn't know what his name was, he never told him! They'd work the show, go to the local bar for a few beers, then after some harmless flirting, they'd got their separate ways, only to meet up at the next show.

Scott had his share of admirers on the road too, girls' aswell as guys. He enjoyed the attention, it served a purpose and fed his needs. Soon enough, he had 2 sometimes 3 lovers a night, but it slowly dawned on him, that it was his bleach blond wrestling buddy that he wanted.

He couldn't tell him that though! Fear of having his teeth rammed down his throat always stopped him.

So that was it. Scott hid his true feelings for his friend, and continued to sleep with countless faceless strangers.

Then, one night after a show, Scott joined his friend and a few others at the local bar. After a couple of beers, Scott decided he was gonna head back to his car for the night, his friend followed.

"Scotty...it's freezing out here" He said, "I got a room, grab your shit, you can bunk in with me"

"I'm ok" Scott sighed, "I'll just stick the heater on..."

"What, and run ya damn battery down, don't be such a dumb bastard!" He said, "C'mon...and by the way...my name is Jim"

Scott chuckled

"Never occurred to you to ASK me what my name was...?" Jim asked as Scott quickly collected a few things from his car, "you only call me 'hey you' or 'dude' "

"Yeah..." Scott blushed, "I don't like to pry or nothing...I guessed you'd tell me your name in the end"

Jim shivered, prompting Scott to move quickly and lock his car up.

The hotel room that Jim had was small, but at least it was warm, and Scott could get a much needed shower

"Where am I meant too sleep?" Scott asked when he spotted the double bed.

"Let's stop fucking about, shall we?" Jim said as he turned the TV on and started flicking through the channels, "You KNOW you want me"

Scott blushed furiously

"Well, now ya got me..." He said, straight to the point. He went to the small fridge and got out a bottle of beer, cracked the cap off and took a huge swig.

"Go get showered, Scotty...then we can go too bed" Jim smiled

Scott was speechless, he went into the bathroom, locking the door behind him. He wasn't long, and when he went back through, Jim was sat drinking another beer.

"There's rubbers and lube in the drawer" Jim said, casually, "I'm gonna grab a quick shower..."

As he passed Scott to get to the bathroom, he stopped, Scott held his breath, his body trembled as Jim looked at him

"What is it...?" Scott whispered

"...You got a real pretty mouth, Scotty" Jim grinned, before cupping his face and kissing him

Jim tasted of beer and stale cigarettes, and the combination of THAT and the contact Jim's lips too his, made Scott instantly hard.

Jim chuckled, breaking the kiss and shutting himself in the bathroom.

The adrenalin was flowing so fast through Scott's body, he thought he was gonna pass right out!

He climbed into the bed and got the stuff from the drawer. When Jim came back from the bathroom, stark naked, dripping wet and with a cigarette sticking out of his mouth, Scott was sat watching TV.

"Whatcha watchin?" He asked

Scott was GONNA reply, but was once again struck dumb.

"Must be good then..." Jim laughed as he finished his cigarette and stubbed it out in the ashtray then climbed into bed next to Scott.

He stretched and yawned, then turned over so his back was too Scott.

"God, I'm fucked" Jim yawned, "I'll see you in the morning"

A huge smile spread across Jims face as he lay, WIDE awake, waiting for Scott to make the first move.

He didn't have long too wait, before he felt Scott spooning behind him.

"Jimmy...you still awake...?"Scott whispered as he kissed at Jim's shoulder, his fingers lightly tracing over his hip

Jim reached back and brought Scott's hand round, to his hard and waiting cock.

"Oh!" Scott gasped, shocked by Jim's arousal.

"You bottom?" Jim asked, his voice breathy as Scott stroked him, his cock aching in Scott's hand

"No..." Scott replied, as he moved himself further up the bed, so he could nuzzle at Jim's neck

"You do tonight..." Jim stated, "Tonight you bottom to me..."

"OK!" Scott said, surprising himself at how easily he agreed

"Suck my cock first..." Jim said, turning onto his back, "Bring your ass this way...and suck my cock"

Scott moved, so he was facing the foot end of the bed, and after lapping up the juice leaking from Jim's cock, Scott took him deep in his throat.

Jim slicked his fingers in his mouth before teasing at Scott's ass. Scott flinched; THIS was a new thing for him. In the past, he'd fucked but never BEEN fucked. He always kept that distance, not letting anyone get THAT close to him.

After the initial few seconds of doubt, Scott let out a muffled moan as Jim slipped his fingers in.

After a few minutes, both men were so desperate for eachother that the teasing was no longer needed.

Scott moved so he was on his back, Jim lifted his legs so they were over his shoulders.

"Go gentle...yeah" Scott gasped as Jim nudged at his entrance.

"You've NEVER been fucked in the ass before??" Jim chuckled

"No..." Scott replied, "You'll be my first"

"I'll be gentle, I swear" He smiled

As he rocked his hips back and forth, he slid further into Scott with every thrust...

And that night marked the beginning of their tumultuous relationship. Both of them were extremely demanding of eachother. And after nearly 2 years, cracks began to show.

Whilst Jim had started working for a mutual friend of theirs, and his small wrestling group, Scott had been head hunted by one of the bigger companies, WCW. The downside of this was while Jim stayed pretty local, Scott had to travel down to Atlanta , and stay for most of the week. Jim understood, but, it was still hard work for them to relax around eachother knowing that it was only gonna last a day or two before they were apart again.

That was when things REALLY started going wrong. Jim had started drinking more like A LOT more. And he started living up to the "SANDMAN" name...only being around at night.

Where as Scott had left WCW and joined WWF as "Johnny Polo"

Things got worse, because now, Scott worked 6 days out of 7. And when he was home, he was so exhausted all he did was sleep.

And unbeknown to Jim, Scott had fallen into the drug culture of the WWF.

He started with pain pills, but it wasn't long before he started taking cocaine. Then someone introduced him to Heroin...from that moment, he was lost!

Scott Levy was gone, and Raven was born! Gone was the fun loving guy that Jim had loved and in his place was a permanently pouting, argumentative, mind game playing asshole!

So, to hide his pain at the rejection he was now feeling, Jim drank more. And for Raven to deal with HIS demons, he took more Heroin. All too quickly, it got too the stage where he couldn't function without it.

After a while, his contract with the WWF expired and he ended up back with WCW. However, due to his now HUGE drug problem, which Jim was now PAINFULLY aware of, WCW, also wanted nothing to do with Raven.

Their relationship quickly disintegrated into nothing, with Raven's appetite for Heroin and sex killing it dead.

Friends had tried interventions, and a few times had gotten Raven into rehab. However, just when those friends thought they were gonna get Scotty back, Raven would check himself out and go on a bender!

Eventually, the friends they shared stopped calling.

Jim had started working with the WWE (as it was now known) due to the take over of ECW. Raven managed to get a year contract with a new wrestling company, TNA.

With his drug problem spiralling out of control and his utter refusal to get help, Jim decided that enough was enough, and called it quits.

Raven, being so out of his head on drugs, just took more too hide his complete devastation.

He started no showing; management weren't happy and told him as much. He swore he would make more of an effort, and did, for like 6 months.

TNA management were pleased, and gave him a little bunch of cronies, which they called SERATONIN

However, things slid, and the Heroin finally became the most important thing too Raven, and without Jim, it completely took over...

But unbeknown too him, too ANYBODY, he was being watched. Admired from afar, if you like. Frankie had been watching Raven. Saw his downfall and was aware of his eternal struggle with his demons. He knew about Jim...but Jim was gone, now it was HIS time. He just hoped that he could get too Raven before it was too late...



His eyes flickered open, his vision was blurred....where was he???

The smell he recognised, because he HATED it...he was in hospital.

He turned his head, a familiar figure was sat, fast asleep in the chair next too his bed, but for the life of him he couldn't understand WHY

He tried to talk, but found he had a breathing tube in, which panicked him enough to get a nurse's attention.

"It is ok Honey" She smiled as she reached across the bed and turned off the alarm that was going off "You are in hospital, but you're ok"

Scott pointed to his throat, the nurse nodded.

"A doctor will be along shortly to take that out for you" She smiled as she quickly started to scribble on the clipboard at the end of his bed

Sure enough, a few minutes later, a very stern (and tired) looking doctor walked in

"Mr Levy, you have been a very lucky man" The doctor said as he read through his medical notes," I have no doubt if your friend here hadn't have got too you in time, you would be dead"

Scott shuddered as the words rattled round his brain

"You have a lot to thank Mr Kazarian for" the doctor said, "Right, time for that breathing tube to come out"

Seconds later, Scotty was coughing, and the doctor was feverishly writing notes

"Why?" Scotty croaked as Kaz got too his feet "Why you?"

"I have arranged for the hospital psychiatrist to come and talk to you" the doctor said, matter of factly

"I ain't seeing a shrink!" Scott said firmly

"Common practise I am afraid, with suicide attempts" The doctor said, "You took a huge amount of heroin. Once you have spoken to the psychiatrist and he has arranged a proper rehab programme for you, then I will be happy to release you"

"Do I have a choice?" Scott pouted

"No" The doctor smiled as he hooked the clipboard back onto the footboard of the bed and disappeared.

"So...you gonna tell me what the hell is going on here" Scott asked as he started to get dressed

"Well, I um...y'see....um" Kaz stammered

"How did you get into my apartment??" Scott asked

"I had to kick the door in" He replied quietly

"...How did you know?" Scott asked

"I dunno...I just...did" Kaz said

"You creep me out, you know that" Scott said

"I don't mean too" Kaz sighed

"What do you mean to do then?" Scott sighed

"Don't YOU know?" Kaz said

"I'm gonna need money for a cab" Scott said, as the realisation of what Frankie was after set in, "I'm guessing you didn't bring my wallet when you dragged my ass here"

Kaz pulled his wallet from the holdall at his feet, and tossed it onto the bed.

"Where's Jim?" Scott asked

"Not here!" Kaz finally snapped, "Jeez, I save your fuckin life, and all you wanna know is where your ex is!!"

"Did I ASK for your help??" Scott snapped back, "Don't fuckin think so! You should have left me!"

Frankie felt the words of rejection stab at his heart; he felt his eyes tearing up.

"No, what I SHOULD have done was listen to the people who KNOW you" Kaz said, his voice heavy with emotion, "They told me you were not worth my time...they were right"

He snatched up his jacket and holdall, and without saying another word, raced out of the hospital room.

By the time he got outside, tears trickled down his face. Cursing his own weakness, he wiped the tears away, got in a cab and went home...

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