Title:  Snake Eyes (1/?)

Disclaimer:  I own nobody.  The shareholders of WWE, Inc. and Joss Whedon own the rights to anything you recognize in this fic.  To the General Counsels of WWE and Mutant Enemy Productions:  If you so desire, sue me.  It will just give me a chance to sink my teeth into a fun case for a change.    

Spoilers: None.  Takes place immediately following the 7/8/02 RAW.  I don't always get a chance to keep up with BtVS/Angel so I will be taking liberties as necessary to fit the story.

Summary:  Someone can't catch a break…..

Notes:  A vague idea for a story popped in my head as I watched the end of tonight's RAW.  Although I'm not a huge Kevin Nash fan, the muse has not let me be for the last 3 hours.  So I figured I'd better do something about it.  Feedback (including constructive criticism) is not only appreciated, but necessary.  It will determine whether I continue this story, so thanks in advance. 

Chapter 1

"Son of a bitch!  I was only in the damn ring for 30 seconds and this happens.  I didn't even have a chance to get my timing back.  Whose brilliant idea was it to have a 10 man tag team match anyway?"

As the doctor poked and prodded, trying to determine the extent of the injury, Kevin winced in pain every time a hand came near his left leg.  His partners in crime were scattered around the room, concern evident on their faces, waiting for the verdict on their friend.  Other harried WWE employees were in and out of the makeshift medical area as they tried to figure out how much and for how long the storylines would have to be altered.  Sean Waltman, better known as X-Pac, cleared his throat and spoke.

"Uh, Kev, you were the one who made the match less than 2 hours ago.  Although if you really want to get technical about it, I suppose it was ultimately Vince's decision.  You were just the mouthpiece."

"Sean, I think that was a rhetorical question," came a wry voice from the door.  Everyone turned to look at the latest individual to join the crowd.  Paul Levesque, Triple H, walked in and made his way to the stretcher where Kevin lay.  Ever since his elbow surgery 2 weeks ago he had been traveling with the company, keeping busy with the behind-the-scenes work he loved just as much as performing in front of an audience.  Home held no appeal for him right now.

"How ya doin' man?"

"I've been better.  I wasn't even supposed to wrestle until this weekend.  The head jackass 'forgot' to tell me until I got here.  Hell, someone had to go back to my hotel room to get my gear.  This is killin' me; I just got my medical clearance a week ago.  All I've wanted is to get back in the ring and now I'm out again."

Kevin ran his fingers through his long blond hair, sighing and muttering unintelligibly.  This was not one of his better years.  Hurt more often than not, he had just come back from 3 months off to rehab his arm after biceps surgery.  He wasn't young anymore.  Recovering from an injury took more time and required more work than it used to.  There were rumblings from some backstage that he was past his prime and should retire from working in the ring.  He heard the gossip.  This was going to be his opportunity to show that he still had it; that "Big Sexy" could still put on one hell of a show.    The writers had finally figured out what to do with the nWo, and the current angle was just heating up.  It was fun again.

"Whaddya think Doc?" asked the Heartbreak Kid, Michael Hickenbottom aka Shawn Michaels, looking at the doc from his position leaning against the wall.

With a sympathetic look on his face, the doctor turned to face his patient.

"Until you have an MRI, we won't know the extent of the damage, but you've done a number on your quad."

"Is it bad enough that I need surgery?" asked Kevin, hoping that he was going to hear some good news for a change.

"Unfortunately, yes.  You won't be able to walk without it.  As soon as we saw you go down out there I called Dr. Andrews in Alabama.  He's expecting you tomorrow morning."

No one noticed the woman slip in to the room.  She couldn't help it.  He was her friend, but more than that, he had saved her from herself.  There was no way she was going to be left in the dark. 

"I'm going to be out for a while again," grimaced Kevin to no one in general.

"I'm afraid so.  Quad injuries are very tricky things.  I'm not going to sugarcoat it.  Look how long Paul was out.  It's going to be at least 7 months before you can even think about getting back into a ring," stated the doctor matter-of-factly.

"NOOOOOOO!"

Everyone turned to look at the woman half-hidden in the shadows, and she began to cry.

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Well, whaddya think?  Do I go on?