Flying Close To The Sun
San Jose, Cali.

“KASEY!”

Miles had done something that caught a few people by surprise. Towards the end of the PWS: Apex’s Riot, he ran down and made the save for a friend-slash-foe of his. Jack Russow had found himself in a rather precarious position and about to have his whole comeback ruined by some rather...nefarious individuals that had until recently been running rough-shod.

As he walked the halls of the SAP Arena, he heard Jack call out to him a few different times but he wasn’t interested in a conversation at that particular moment with the man that he was certain was about to be his tag partner in the coming weeks and then his opponent. That was for another time and another place.

Originally he wasn’t even going to be there but he had this sneaking suspicion that he needed to be there for Jack’s return match in PWS. He was right, he took the mental notes that he needed, did what he needed to do to make sure their match at Destiny was secure and now he had more pressing matters to attend to.

“Goddammit Milo, HOLD UP!” Jack wasn’t going to relent so Miles slowed his pace to a crawl to allow him to catch up. Miles just turned and looked at him with a smirk knowing the next words to come, “You wanna tell me what the hell was that about?”

If he was being honest about it, deep down, he just couldn’t help himself. He and Jack had rarely seen eye-to-eye on a few things but it seemed after all this time there was a common misconception that Miles hated him. There were misunderstandings in regards to Wolfslair and at the end of the day, he didn’t give a shit about what Jack thought about that. It was his career, it was stagnant, Wolfslair opened up so much more for what he wanted.

It was nothing against his dad, Levi gave a lot of people their starts but running with the pack had given him almost an understanding. Something bigger than maybe even he could gather.

Miles though just looked at Jack, who was waiting almost impatiently for his answer. Why did he save him?

With a nod of his head and a shrug of his shoulders, Milo took a deep breath and simply said, “Because I’m not letting people fuck up my opprotunities anymore, Jack.”

“Wha-?”

Miles stepped up and pointed back towards the location of the arena, staring Jack down, “I have spent the last year getting stepped on at every turn. You and I are destined to happen and those two almost screwed it up. I refuse to let that happen.” Miles steps back and gives that boyish smirk, “So do yourself a favour, get cleaned up, dressed, go home to your wife and your babies and love them. Then the next day, prepare because I can promise you that PWS management is going to take this opportunity to exploit what just happened. No matter what, partner or opponent, I want you at your very best.”

And with that he turned on his heels and continued his leave, “See you in 2 weeks, mate.”

He knew that he couldn’t allow himself to worry about Jack. He was a grown ass man afterall with a wife and 2 beautiful babies but sometimes he worried...Jack was supposed to be the best of them a few years ago.

Add that to the list of things that are going to come to a head in the near future.

That’s then. What about now?


Come And Get Your Love
New York, NY

It had only been a week and a half and another early morning filled the skies of New York City. The hustle and bustle of the city was already in full swing.

But he hears none of that except the snare snap and bass line of Redbone’s “Come And Get Your Love” as Miles climbs the stairs of the city’s infamous subway system. Miles has found himself in a jovial mood as of late, not much could bring him down. Spring was in the air and it felt wonderful outside.

He would stop at the one newsstand that was right next to the subway entrance that provided his favorite cup of coffee in the whole city. By now he had a routine when he wasn’t on the road and the owner knew that and already had everything that was needed ready for him on his way through.

“Mornin’ Nate.” Miles said entering into the local bodega, heading down one of the aisles to grab a snack or 3.

“Hey Miles! I got your usuals all set for ya!” the owner popped up in a fairly thick hispanic accent, “I even threw in something for your lady that I thought she’d like, on the house this time. If she likes it we’ll talk but with youz guys traveling more, I noticed the other day she was looking at different things about it.”

“Oh that’s appreciated, mate.” Miles said walking up to the counter and dropping the extra onto the counter. He took the chance to peek through the bag as Nate rang up the rest of his stuff, coming across the magazine he was talking about, “I’m sure she’ll say Thanks when she sees it. It’ll add to the collection she’s got when we head back over.”

Nate finishes throwing the items in the bag with a shake of his head, accepting payment from Miles,“I don’t know how you do it, man. This city is big enough for me.”

Miles can’t help but laugh, grabbing up the bag and shoving it into his messenger bag that he has with him, “Well when ya love what ya do...”

Nate just waves him off, “Yeah yeah. Tell Becca I said “Hi” will ya?”

“Will do. We’ll be back Thursday.” Miles pats the counter, grabbing his change and begins to head out the door.

“I’ll be ready for ya!” Nate says with a laugh in his voice, “Ey Milo! Don’t fall on yer head, a’ight?”

That stops Miles with a bright smile and points to his ass, “And hurt this arse?”

You wanna know what’s funny? If you would have told him a couple years ago that this would be his life, he would have laughed at you. Maybe where he grew up, but he would have never felt like home. His life had gained some sort of normality, if that was even a real thing as of late. He’d get up, stop at Nate’s bodega, get to training at Wolfslair and usually wrap the day up with the lovely Ms. Larkin.

Before he’d just keep his head down when he was out, grab what he needed from the coolers and barely acknowledge anyone. He’d change for the better and he was fairly certain he had Becca to thank for it.

That whole saying that “Behind a great man is a strong woman...who is rolling her eyes” would fit them to a t. He’d like to think that. She kept him focused on a path and didn’t let him veer off which he was good at sometimes with his ADHD brain. Wolfslair made him stronger, faster and smarter in the ring. Becca made him just a better man.

It was nice not living such a 2-dimensional life. The one where he’d wake up, go to training, come home, eat, shower and sleep or wake up, pack, travel, wrestle, go home, eat, shower and sleep. Life wasn’t black and white.

He could get used to that.


How Close Is Too Close?
Rhodes, Greece

As they landed, Miles had one place in mind where he needed to visit. See, in primary, our Don Canarge to be was lucky that he was able to escape with just good enough grades but there was something about Rhodes that intrigued him.

Specifically the rise and fall of what was one of the Seven Wonders of the World which was the Colossus of Rhodes. "It only stood for 66 years before it was destroyed by one hell of an earthquake. But before it happened, they said it stood taller than the Statue of Liberty."

Becca had never seen him like this, he was like a kid in a candy store. "I would have never pegged you as a history buff, abs."

"I'm so not except for some Greek Mythology. Helios was immortalized in this colossal statue right as you entered from the sea."

"Only the pillars remain?"

"Yep, there was an emperor that was going to rebuild but it never happened." he said, "They still managed to recover some of what was destroyed in the aftermath but the foundation of it remains strong and iconic as a reminder that though it's original form may be gone or at least there for support..."

He looks at Becca for a moment.

"I know, I took the long way about that."

"It's the thought that counts." she smiles at him, "I'm gonna go check out that little shop over there."

"Just no fertility goddesses! A'ight?" he quips.

Becca saunter up to him and wraps him up in a hug, "I was thinking maybe seeing if I can find one that resembles you."

"A dork with abs?" he asks rather cheekily.

"Exactly." she says with swift kiss, "Be right back."

He watches as she sways away for a moment, the look in his eyes are almost like she has pulled him into a spell.

"Sometimes I have no choice but to pinch myself to keep myself from slipping into this belief that I am dreaming. I am ridiculously happy right now and there is nothing that is going to bring me down from this cloud."

His smiles falters a bit, "So imagine my surprise with finding myself in this strangely familiar territory with Agostino and Max. One where the 3 of us have the battle tooth and nail in a match where the fates decide how and where and usually with what."

"It seems to me anymore, Agostino is lacking that fire and passion that he once had. It's like he found his pinnacle and he just quit." Miles just shakes his head, "How many times are we gonna do this, mate? I feel like you are purposely putting yourself into a brick wall. You're a racer, not a stuntman. But yet, here you are....In my way once again."

"And because why the fuck not, Max Burke and his just loving to fight and for some weird reason that makes me feel all tingly inside. Because I honestly think that if I am missing anything in my life right... It's a good ole fashion knock down drag out brawl. The type that makes you absolutely iconic! The kind that makes the Roulette Champion take notice because they know that no matter how that wheel lands and what the fates hand us, the winner is going to show them something is coming."

Miles shrugs, and smirks knowing, "Just so happens for me that means that Wolfslair is going to get a whole lot more exciting."

"I may get a little burned flying so close to the sun here and hell, I may very well get burned in the process but I may very well solidify my match... And prove that I am not a complete fuck up."

He looks back, to Becca yelling for his attention and begging for him to join her. He just shakes his head and motions for her. To hold. On for just a moment.

"After all, I found that Goddess... I must have done something right in a previous life."

He looks up, "Give me this one? Whatta say, mate?" looking at her, "If not for me, then for her."

I went home.

For the first time in almost 3 years I found myself back in my old stomping grounds, escorting my mother home from her surprise visit to the states. I had nothing else going on.

So with my mother on one side of me, and bringing Becca along for the trip. She took me to where she grew up. So in kind, I treated her to a trip “Across the pond” and introduced her to my stomping grounds.


Who Says You Can’t Go Home
Manchester, U.K.

“And right over there, was where I broke my arm the...third time? At least from what I can remember.” Miles says, pointing out a small looking alley between a shop and a quaint little cafe, “The owner heard the crash when I hit the cans after trying to jump from roof to roof. She said I was lucky I didn’t break my neck.”

Becca looked straight up at the 3 story building and almost in a shocked voice says, “From that height?”

“Yeah, mum kicked my arse as soon as I was able to stand.” he smirked, rubbing the back of his neck, “I was an idiot then, worse than I am now. I guess.”

“How old were you?”

“Umm, 15? And before you ask, I got dared.” He says matter-of-factly, as he leads her over to the cafe and holds the door open, “I was actually a pretty scrawny kid but they knew how I loved to show off. I was doing parkour one day and before I knew it, I found myself up there daring me to step my game up.”

“You were an idiot.” Becca echo’s his earlier statement.

He grins and leans down to whisper in her ear, “A bigger one than I am now.”

“I doubt that.” she gets out rolling her eyes.

“OH!! SOMEONE CALL HELL! I THINK ONE OF THEIR DEMONS JUST ESCAPED!” the loud Scottish accented voice caused poor Becca to jump as an older woman glares at them from the other side of the counter, “You have a set on you to be walking in this place after all this time.”

“Why? What did I do?” Miles barks back at the old lady and at this point this has gained the attention of everyone which causes Becca to tuck herself a little bit more to Miles’ side.

“NOT TELL ME YOU WERE COMING!” the old lady belts out, “Get your arse over here and let me look you over, Milo!”

Miles pulls himself away from Becca as he walks over and wraps the older lady up in a big hug, “How you doin’, Maisie?”

He sets her down and she scoffs, “I’m gettin’ old. Can’t find meself any good help so...”

“Making them all look like slackers.” Miles says with a headshake.

“Nothing changes.” she says, “NOW! Step back, let me get a good look atcha.” Miles steps back and does the little turn, “Ooof you definitely finally got some meat on dem bones, boy. Not that scrawny twerp I scooped up off my bins all those years ago.”

“Well, if it weren’t for you and ma, I wouldn’t have known what hard work was.” he says looking back at Becca, “Oh, allow me to make the introductions. Maisie, this is Becca Larkin. Becks, this is Maisie Donnelly, the owner and operator of the best cafe in all of Manchester.”

“Only thing I own is the mortgage,” Maisie says before wiping off her hand on her apron and offering her hand, “Pleasure, dear.”

Becca stares at the hand for a moment before coming to a realization that she’s indeed staring,“Oh! Hi! Sorry...” she takes her hand, “It’s a pleasure.”

“Oh, listen to that. You got yourself a Yankee girl?” Maisie says with a grin, looking at Miles. He just shrugs but Becca looks a little offended.

“I beg your pardon?”

Maisie brussels for a moment and in an apologetic look says, “Oh nothin’ meant by it, dear. Just giving our boy here a little hassle. Ain’t I?”

Miles settles next to her and wraps his arm around her, “Don’t think anything of it, Becca. Maisie here married herself to a man from India.”

“Bless his soul.” like the good Catholic she is complete with the cross.

“How long has it been since he’s been gone?” Becca asks, recognizing what she meant.

“Oh, 6 years ago this coming June.” she says quietly, “He loved Miles though. Always said that just because we couldn’t have children of our own that we should treat him like he was. Him and his sister. How’s she doin’, by the by? I hear she’s expecting.”

“Just getting through her first trimester, ready to kill her fiance.” Miles says with a smirk, “Part of the reason we were here, she was wondering if you had any ginger beer to help curb the nausea?”

“Of course I do. I’ll also send some of my mum’s special biscuits for her to try and see if that can help.” she says, “Sit! I’ll bring you some coffee, him some tea and some of Milo’s favorite biscuits.”

Maisie leaves them as Miles’ guides them to a table, “So, that’s Maisie.”

“I like her. Almost as ball-bustin’ as your mom.” Becca says as she takes a seat.

“They’re best friends. Have been since I was scooped up off the street. Maisie gave me my first job after that to try and give me some structure. Course I was still wild.”

“Running the streets?” Becca says with a smirk.

Miles lifts his eyebrows up as Maisie brings over a couple cups, before he can answer, “Oh he was a wild child but I’d like to think I helped his mum calm his arse down a bit. By the way, what happened to that dark and brooding mate of yours?”

“You talk about Mack? Oh he’s settled down, believe it or not.”

“NO FUCKIN’ WAY!” Maisie belted out, “I would have never thought.”

“Well you never thought that of me either, and yet...” Miles smiles at Becca which causes her to blush.

Maisie sets the plate of biscuits in front of them, before crossing her arms in front of her, “Well the way I see it, you have all calmed down but your work ethic seems to be dwindling a bit.”

Miles who was sippin on his tea sputters a bit, “Harsh.”

“What? Don’t think we don’t all watch you here. You’re a regular hero around these parts.”

Miles looks down and snags a biscuit from the plate and takes a bite and in a whisper says, “I’m no hero.”

“Oh but you are! You came from practically nothing, just you, yer mum and sis after that good for nothing left yer clan high and dry,” the older lady clearly says. She grabs a chair and sits right next to him and levels him with a stern look, “You, my boy, have perhaps some of the most untapped potential of everyone that has come across my threshold.”

Becca picks up her coffee and over the lid says, “Or crashed into your trash cans.”

Maisie points at Becca with the knowing look, “That too. Believe me, this city has produced enough chavs to last me 3 lifetimes. Charun, bless his soul, told me that you were special. We all saw it and the minute you got out of here, we started seeing. But suddenly, you stopped believing in yourself.”

“Well when you leap and keep crashing....”

“Well, as I recall you didn’t really need much of my help to get up then....”

“Maybe I’m tired.”

“Maybe you need a good kick in the arse.” she grabs the plate that has his attention and pulls it away, “Or you just need to take another leap and this time, fucking land it.”

Miles looks at her for a moment before looking back at Becca, “Stay put.”

And with that he stands up and makes his way to the back of the building. After a few quiet moments a realization hits and Maisie just sighs, “Ah shit, I shouldn't have said that.”

“Why? What is he gonna do?”

“Have you ever watched the Spiderman movies?”

....

“DAMMIT!”

They both rush outside with the patrons following closely behind them as they look up and see movement on the roof.

“MILO!! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!!” Becca cries out.

Meanwhile, on the roof, Miles glances across the small alley, “I’m not that scrawny twat anymore.” he says to himself. He takes a deep breath while backing himself up to the otherside.

“If I crash and burn, so be it...but I gotta try.”

He rolls his neck and his shoulders, exhales sharply and takes off.

On the ground Becca and Maisie watch as he leaps...

“OH MY GAWD!”

Annnd....


Wolves have Nine Lives right?
Las Vegas, NV

I know I was the one that blew it for Audrey and I in the Blast From the Past Tournament, I am going to put that shit on my back all day and everyday. She told me to not worry about it, but I do.

Boy, when I fuck things up for myself, I really fuck them up.

It has been a couple of weeks since that moment, they had come home, quarantined for a week just to be safe but now life had been back to normal somewhat. Becca had slapped him silly for his stupid little stunt but if he was going to be accused of being a bigger idiot...he had to prove that she knew nothing.

He had to prove to himself from the start that he could land it when he put his mind to it. Besides, Maisie would have killed him if he crashed into her bins again.

“It’s rather funny when you go back to the beginning and almost hit a reset button. Going back home, even for a short time, was so refreshing. I knew there was a reason that nagged me, but it was all so serendipitous as to how it happened.” There is something about the height of the roof bar of the Gold Coast that makes him comfy. Ever since he got there, he’s spent most of his time there.

“I’ll admit, I fucked up ROYALLY when it came to BFTP, and I know Audrey said it was ok, but it nagged at me. I don’t mean to put that shit on my shoulders but it’s what tends to motivate me. But this time, it was almost all too much.” He runs his hands across his face and through his currently loosely flowing curls that he got from his mom, “Having the time off that I have since then was a blessing where as before it was a curse. Coming in, I had jackshit and I honestly should have known better but....well as it’s clearly stated, I don’t think. That’s a lot of my problem sometimes. I don’t stop and think of my next move. A lot of that comes from when I do, I tend to fall on my face. But then I was forced to do just that.”

He looks up and with a glint in his eyes, takes a deep breath, “I stopped and I forced myself to really truly look at what the hell I had become. I didn’t have that killer instinct that I should have coming from Wolfslair. I haven’t been allowing myself to go full bore and for that, it was the reason I was coming up short.”

“I should have been a Roulette Champion, or even in the case of my opponent Agostino, an Internet Champion. Instead, I’ve been kicking rocks around, twiddling my fucking thumbs and trying to figure out where I went wrong instead of what I needed to do to get there.” he stands up and looking out over the edge, “It is ALL a leap of faith. You put enough belief in yourself, and even the smallest of leaps seems like it’s all strides in the right direction. You have taken your fair share, Agostino...and nothing against ya, mate, but sometimes you have to crash into a wall.”

“I’m that wall that you are about to crash into. We already know that we’re going into Blaze of Glory in that Gauntlet Match and this is apparently the preview...but the fact is you are going to learn real quick that sometimes a wolf has to lick his wounds to allow time to sharpen his fangs and his claws. Sometimes he has to go back into the den or in this case, go home to learn that wounds will heal, muscles will reform with work and time....and the leaps that once caused you to crash and burn, with time...” he lifts his foot out over the edge of the building, “Become a stepping off point to your greatest journey ever.”

He pulls back with a smirk and walks backwards for a moment and crouches down like he’s about to take off running, “How much faith can you say you have in yourself, Agostino? Leap at me...and find out.”

And with that he takes off. Into the black.

I, Miles Anthony Kasey, of sound mind and body...

Podunk...”MILO!” ....*ahem*, Possum Trot, Kentucky
Thanksgiving Day

“As of right now....” Miles sighed heavily as he sat in the passenger seat of a 2019 Ford F-250 rolling down the countryside road for what feels like forever. They flew into Nashville from southern California very early this morning after spending the last few days traveling the west coast.

Right now though, he finds himself in unfamiliar and in uncomfortable territory.

Meeting Becca’s family.

She would tell him about her brothers, the farm and how she missed it sometimes but more specifically how she missed her mama and her baby brother. His name he could easily remember. The others though...

“Ok so there’s Conner, that’s your baby brother?”

“Yes, and he’s...different from the others.”

“I remember you saying that.”

“It goes Chad, Brad, Thad, Tad, Me and then Conner.”

“Those names....” he laughed, watching the scenery passing by, “Sounds like some strange twisted fraternity.”

“Yeah, momma said that dad was insistent on my brothers’ names,” She smirked, “They are all a year apart. Each one of ‘em worked on the farm as soon as they could walk and all played football. Then came me.”

“Something tells me you were unexpected.”

“Story of my life since I dropped out of my momma.”

“Her name...”

“Gloria. And just a warning, she is a full on southern belle right off the plantation. If you need help translating anything, just ask. She’s sweet as can be. My pops however...”

“Mark.” he states flatly. He already knew that his views, stances and other

“That’s right.” she said with a surprise look on her face that he was able to remember, “My dad has...well he’s a good ole boy who is set in his ways. And my brothers don’t fall far from that tree.”

Becca hits the turn signal and starts making their way up a dirt road towards an expansive farm land and Miles suddenly looks very uncomfortable, “And here I am, from across the pond and well...me”

“You’ll be fine.”

“I know I will be because I’m doing this for you,” he smirks, “I’m not good at the meeting the parents thing and well...I feel rather outnumbered in these parts, love.”

“Trust me, you’ll be fine. You may get the third degree but I will be there and I haven’t been home in a while so they’ll be focused on me...mostly.” she says with a shrug before pulling up to the house.

Lined up on the porch is four fairly big boys all looking like they indeed come right off the farm and slightly out of Letterkenny with jeans and flannels all tucked in, arms cross trying to look intimidating, next to them is an older man that is dressed exactly like them.

Becca throws the truck in park and looks at him, “Ready?”

Miles straightens up, much like he would whenever he faced something much bigger than him. And it was like he was about to face the front defensive line of some American football team, “Ready.”

Both of them climb out of the car and make their way up the porch, “Well, well, well...look who actually showed up for a holiday, boys.” spoke the older looking brother of the group.

“Good to see you too, Chad.” she turns to the oldest standing there, her father, “Hey dad.”

“You’re lookin’ well. Skinny though.”

Becca just rolls her eyes, “I’m perfectly healthy, thank you very much. Could probably still whoop Tad’s ass.”

“You wish, sis.” spoke up the youngest of the 4 standing there, “Who’s that?” he says motioning towards Miles.

Suddenly a voice speaks up from behind them, “Now boys, let’s not scare off your sister just yet. Afterall, she brought a guest to our home and we will be proper hosts!” stepping around her husband is a woman that immediately could tell was Becca’s mother. “You must be Miles! Welcome, darlin’. I’m Gloria Larkin, this old thing next to me is my husband Mark.”

“Ma’am,” Miles nods before holding his hand out to Mark Larkin, “It’s a pleasure to meet you all.”

Mark looks at it for a moment before giving it a brief shake before we hear, “WOOOO, listen to that accent! Where you from there pretty boy? Fairyland?” spoke up the one next to the oldest brother, the one he assumed would be Brad.

“BRADLEY DAVID LARKIN! I taught you better manners than that. All you boys get in the house this instant and get cleaned up. Dinner is almost ready.” Gloria speaks up and the southern belle in her voice comes out a little more rough than when she greeted them. None of them move for a moment.

Gloria nudges Mark and motions to her children, “You heard you momma, GET!”

The boys finally get to moving and finally he sees a younger boy, getting shoulder shoved by his older brothers, “You’ll have to excuse my brothers, they seem to forget that there is a world beyond our front porch,” he says as they get out of ear shot, “Hey sis!”

Becca smiles and walks over to him and gives him a big hug before looking at him and notices a bit of a shinner, “Hey Conner, who did that?”

“He and Thad had it out about him not doing his work the other day.” their father spoke up, “So Thad gave him a good whoopin’.” Becca just gives her dad a look before he turns his attention back to Miles, “Well, I guess come in a rest a spell before dinner. Gloria has been workin hard since last night when ya’ll informed her you were coming.”

“I’m sorry it was so last minute, we weren’t sure if we could get a flight so late.”

“Don’t matter much. You’re here and that says somethin’, I gather.” he says before stomping into the house.

Miles lets go of a breath he didn’t realize he was holding in, “Well, that was something.”

“Don’t you give them any mind, Miles. It is Miles right? I heard Becca call you Milo before.”

“Miles is just fine, ma’am.”

“Oh please, call me Gloria. Ma’am makes me feel so old!” she rolls before motioning for them to go inside.

“Come on Conner, I brought you a new sketch book!” Becca says to her little brother.

That was just the meeting. Needless to say after the pleasantries of the introductions came to and end and dinner was done things got a little rocky.

He would sit back and hear her oldest brothers relentlessly tease Conner, who was so much smaller than his brothers. He wasn’t meant for the farm. He was still in high school and found out that he had expectations beyond the farm. And for that Chad, Brad, Tad and Thad all gave him the noise about abandoning the rest of them just like Becca. This lead to a screaming fight between Becca and her brothers, defending herself about leaving home for something more than their life and there was something about an old boyfriend who was still sweet on her and recently got a good job at the local factory and was doing ‘Real well for himself’. Then suddenly he felt all eyes on him.

“Whatchu doin’ for a livin’, Milo.” which came from Thad. At least he thought so, after a while her brothers all felt the same. A carbon copy of their father. And when Becca spoke up for him about him working in professional wrestling, Chad made it known that he saw everything he needed about him and how he couldn’t believe his sister would even think about dating someone like him. Conner would try and speak up and would get slapped upside the head by Tad. And then they would just keep going, attacking him. The words that flowed were blurred just enough but it started to piss him off even more. Gloria looked embarrassed, Mark pushed them to continue...

After a while, Miles had enough and excused himself from the table and out of the house.

“Ooof, sensitive boy you got there, Becca.” Mark spoke to his daughter.

Becca shot her father the dirtiest look she could muster, “Now I remember why I left this place. You all should be ashamed of yourselves!” and she followed Miles out the door. When she noticed he wasn’t around the truck, she saw the light to the farm was on and took a chance. “Miles?” She found him inside, grabbing up a hay block and tossing it as far as he could muster, “There you are. I’m so sorry about them.”

Miles stopped for a moment, “I don’t need you to apologize for them, Becks. Your mother is a lovely woman. Conner deserves better treatment. Your pops was even a little decent til he got on his high horse about certain topics but your brothers....I saw how fast they wrote me off the minute I opened my mouth.”

“I know...”

“How could you be related to that?”

“What can I say? Tad was born, the broke that bullshit mode and out popped me. I told you, I’m a bit of a black sheep when it comes to them. As is Conner. I hated leaving him...” she said with a shrug, “I wish he was out of school already so I could just move him out.”

Miles motions towards the house, “How does your mother put up with that?”

“Wish I could tell you.” she says with a simple shrug, before going over and wrapping his arms around him and resting her head on his broad chest, “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize for them, love.” he said with a simple kiss on her forehead.

She looks up and gives him a sympathetic look, “You wanna go?”

He nods, “Probably be for the best before I pound Brad’s head in with the turkey pan.” he says with a smirk, “You know, I know I’m not that big of a guy, but I’m fairly certain I could take em.”

“They’re big guys.”

“I’ve faced bigger.”

WHAT A LIE THAT WAS!

What do they feed you?
Phoenix, AZ

“I couldn’t believe it. I sat back on Sunday and watched this Monster of a man attack and practically destroy Fenris.” he said as he sat back in the hotel. “I know K can hold his own against a lot of people. I know it just shocked a lot of people that it happened. ...so...I just have one question.”

“WHO THE FUCK DID I PISS OFF?!?” Miles says with big eyes, holding his arms out, “Why do you wanna hurt kitten? Am I just too pretty? Did I forget someone’s birthday??? I mean, holy shit, I have had some whoppers come my way but this? The Supreme Machine sounds like it should be a Kitchen-Aid attachment for one of those industrial strength stand mixers.”

“He looks like he belongs in a Marvel movie as a supervillian. Maybe a body double for the dude that played fucking Juggernaut.” he sighs.

“No, you know what? It’s fine! It’s fine that I had to reup my life insurance policy and make Becca my benefactor. Maybe she can get her little brother out of that mess he’s stuck with for 2 more years. It’s FINE that I had to once again update my Last Will and Testament to reflect my final wishes that I want to be buried ass-up so the whole world can kiss my ass.” he says motioning broadly, before sitting up and staring dead ahead. His blue-green eyes have grown serious, “It’s fine that I have spent the last week, pushing myself the hardest that I have ever had to, it’s fine that I have tortured myself to push myself to the very breaking point that I have ever had to because this monster knocked out a friend. You’re not catching me off guard, SuMa...I know you are a monster. I know I’m probably going to fly farther than I ever have with your assistance but the fact remains is that I’m going to not go down without a fight.”

“And to whomever booked this match...and I have a sneaking suspicion as to WHOM....well to quote the latest TikTok hit artist GAYLE, A, B, C, D, E, Fuck you.”

“OI!” he hears from behind him. He turns around quick and sees Becca standing there with her hands on her hips.

“Now Becks listen...”

She storms up to him and grabs him by his face and kisses him forcibly, “NO! You LISTEN! ...listen here ya little shit, I FINALLY...found SOMEONE...to accept the WEIRD! YOU BETTER COME BACK TO ME! ARE WE CLEAR?!?”

He smiles brightly for the first time in days, “Crystal, love.”

I’m Rubber
Chicago, IL

“A train?” Becca Larkin’s voice rings out down the hall, like he just caught her by complete surprise.

He had just finished working a match for PWS: Apex where he came up short to Cleo Phillips and that United Title. Instead of dreading over that, he fist bumped the young lady before he greeted a smiling Becca just on the other side of the entrance to the lockerroom area from the gorilla position.

“What’s wrong with a train? I used to take them all the time when I was back home, it’s the only way to really travel.” he said, wiping his head head down with a towel that she had handed him, “Besides, it’s right in Philadelphia, and honestly it’ll be kinda nice to keep my feet on the ground for the first time in a while.”

“You have a point,” she says with a smirk.

He leans down and whispers in her ear, “And it’s fall, the sight from the window should be amazing.”

Shoving him away, laughing she says, “OK, ok stop....you’ve convinced me. Traveling by train sounds perfect.”

“Good.” he leans in and kisses her cheek, “I’m gonna shower and we’ll head back to the hotel.”

He turns but Becca grabs him by the arm, stopping him in mid stride, “Are you okay?”

Miles gives her a confused look, “Hmm?”

Nervously, she shifts on her feet, running and twisting her hair in her hands, “I mean, you had your hopes set on the United Title and before that was the Roulette...and well...”

“I lost the match, love. Cleo got me tonight. Bill played dirty and got me a couple weeks ago, but don’t think that I won’t keep trying,” Miles says with a smirk, but you could tell something was bugging him, “I’ll bounce back. I always do.”

“Okay.”

“Okay. I’ll be 15 minutes tops.”

And with that he pulls away from her, leaving her to her own devices. There was so much going on, last thing he wanted to do was scare this poor girl. He slowed his steps passing the trainers room, on the other side was Malachi with Bella, he was attacked by the woman that he almost proposed to. It’s why he told Becca to stay close....he wasn’t taking chances.

Psycho ex’s.

Why was he feeling bad about the entire situation?

He almost stopped. He would have taken every curse that Mal would have thrown his way, and he deserved it. They were all back in hell because of that witch.

But couldn’t focus on her, he had his own problems and he wasn’t going to step back.

Time to fucking go foward. He’s hit the bottom, time to bounce like he was a super rubber ball.

He just blew out a big breath of air, turned and decided to let them handle it. “They know my number.”

He’d punch a wall later...


You’re Glue
Philadelphia, PA

The trip was as nice as promised, minus one idiot that found themselves stranded in New Jersey.

“PLEASE tell me you got all of that?” he said when he noticed Becca was recording this idiot making a big damn deal about having to wear a mask.

“And have already sold it to all the major news outlets.”

He looked at her so proudly. He must have done something right in a previous life somewhere to find someone that was pretty much as big of a shit starter as he was. When she found out that he protected her, he got a full on earful in a very colorful diatribe and while she was small, she was ready to battle.

But now, they are in Philly.

Redemption began Sunday and his match against Alex Rush.

“Haven’t we been here before?” he said, with a laugh. He was by the river, leaning against the railing.

“I gotta say, I’ll give Bill credit. How he won was extremely creative. You’d think it’d be embarrassing for me but honestly, that further shut Wank up and that is a victory AND I avoided being fined by the FCC for accidental nudity.” Miles makes that opps face before he shrugs, “Though I would have gladly handed that bill over to the asshole that created the situation. You see, I was pretty determined to keep myself away from the Roulette Title...now it feels like I just need to punch home the fact that someday, somehow...that fucking belt is gonna be mine.”

“Unfortunately for you Alex, that means we get to do this again. Last time we did this was in that Internet Tournament and I gave you props then and I will give you props now. You are all kinds of entertaining, mate. You have a flair for the dramatic and that is something that impresses me man. BUT, where did that competitive spirit go that you had in SCU?”

“Someday I’m sure we will get that answer but man you were a MULTI-TIME CHAMP! And now, you’re a sideshow. I’m noticing something....they’re trying to do the same thing to me.”

“No matter where I go, somehow I turn into this sideshow attraction. It happened to me in PWS and it’s happening to me here. I’m not a dancing monkey here for your amusement. I actually have plans for the future and one of them is not to worry about some bloody fucking RHINO, CHRISTIAN! OH AND FUCK YOUR PIRAHNAS!”

He drops his head into his hands and laughs almost in spite of himself, “Sweet Christ, I have attempted to truly make this whole situation better over and over and instead I am getting increasingly frustrated. So I’m going to take it out on Alex. HASHTAG Sorry...Not Sorry. Not one bit.”

His blue green eyes shine even through the darkness, “I am going to beat every talking head you set in front of me until I get to cave Bill’s big bulbous head in and take what is rightfully MINE. And I am not sorry about that one bit. You’re gonna find out just how serious I can really be.”

And with that he pushes up off the railing and just walks away.

Tuesday Night
Philadelphia, PA

Miles made his way through the hallway with a huge smile on his face as he came across the surprise win on PWS: Apex Riot. A match that turned out to be a lot bigger than he originally thought.

He couldn’t believe it, Alexis had talked the “powers that be” into a contenders match....

And she slipped up and he capitalized.

He lost it, as soon as he powdered and made his way up the ramp. That bitch looked so dejected....

She brought it all on herself. His smile was as wide as possible. A real smile.

That was the boost he needed. A shot in the arm in the form of confidence. He was going to be able to walk into Seattle with his head held high. But he also knew what he faced.

Caleb Storms

“At least this time it will be a regular match,” he said to himself.

Not that he didn’t enjoy that Tuxedo match between himself and Alex last week, in fact he decided to have it framed because he wanted to remember it that much.

But Caleb.

He sat down on top of a box and slapped his head, “Get out of your head, Milo. You want a shot at that Internet Title? Then get out of the emptiness between your years. You’re better when you just don’t think and let it flow. You have put yourself through too much to let this get in your head. You are a fuckin’ WOLF and a PIRATE! You are the Don FUCKIN’ Carnage of the wrestling world. SO DON’T LET YOUR PAST BE YOUR FUCKING PRESENT!”

But yet, IT’S CALEB!

“Just can’t be normal for once can we? Just can’t show all your hard work, and how you bust your arse in the gym day in and day out. Can’t just shake your arse, do a little dance and move on. NO, you have to worry over and over and over about the dumb shit you do in the past. And yet here I am...talking to absolutely fucking no one but thin air, the wall, that lighting tech over there that I KNOW IS LISTENING TO MY PRIVATE CONVERSATION....I SEE YOU OVER THERE DOUG!”

The guy that he was pointing to gives a side eye look and scoots off camera.

“That’s what I thought. I mean, I guess the brick wall is as good as any....cause that’s how all my friends act towards me anyways. Ello wall, how are you doing today? Oh fine? Just holding everything up? ME TOO! But even my foundation is crumblin’ just a tad. I can’t seem to get past being completely fucked over, I can’t get past my friends in the own little world and not gonna lie but if the next person I come across just wants to screw me...at least they can buy me dinner first!”

He turns around running his hand through his crazy hair and freezes when his blue green eyes meet a pair of big brown eyes. An awkward silence fills the air.

"Oh my! So sorry, I...WOW, abs. Mmkay, pull it together...hi! I'm uhhh...I think I'm lost. My name is Becca...s-sorry…"

“It’s quite alright, you just...ramblings of a crazy man. I’m Milo - er, Miles. Who were you lookin’ for?”

"Umm...technically? PWS:Apex...I was supposed to do some profiles on people that are in both companies...wait, aren't you?”

“That I am. How about I buy you a cuppa in catering?” 

Becca looks around nervously trying not to look at his abs as she shyly points "Sh-should you...shirt?"

Miles looks down and realizes he’s still drenched in sweat, “Ok...how about I meet you there.”

Keep working, Milo.

You’ll get there.

Then what’s with this existential dread?

Birthday Boy Blues
San Fran

A popular cafe, overlooks the Golden Gate Bridge and there we see Miles Kasey, leaning back in one of those rustic looking seats, all alone. Chugging on a bottle of water, drenched in sweat cause he was resting from a run. That seems to be a thing nowadays. Alone made it easy to be lost in his thoughts, where he could go over every dumbass thing he had ever done in his life, where he could go over the lessons he got from Alex and Austin in the last 3 weeks since he got his ass kicked by Austin at SummerXxxtreme.

That was wacky fun. Getting your head kicked off....fun.

Sweet christ he needed a hobby and thotting his way around the states was not solving anything. But there was another problem. Let’s listen in on our hero’s tales.

“3 days and then my birthday. It’s been the same shit every damn year. I have been attempting to look on the bright side of things since coming up short on the Sun Princess. Another title opportunity blown. I know it was my own fault cause I let the fact as to who was across the ring get inside my head.” a smirk crosses his face as he slicks his hair back, “Just like the times I faced Alex.”

“So when I put out a Q&A thing and Christian asked who I wanted to face in SCW or SCU, my answer was simple, “ANYONE BUT THOSE FROM WOLFSLAIR!””

He runs his hair through his hair, slicking it back with the sweat that built up there, “I run with that pack. I feel like I put my status in Wolfslair in danger every single time that it happens. So Mark Ward, if you are out there and you actually somehow hear this, until I can fully truly believe that I can do it, just....don’t.” he places his hand on his broad chest and gives an honest look, “Respect my wishes on this because I feel like I need to do something to bring myself to the level I believe I should be at to attempt that again.”

Leaning forward, he kobes the now empty bottle into the nearest trash receptacle, “At least something good came out of my time aboard the Sun Princess. I became even more likable with what I did....whatever the hell that was. And hey, I got laid, so there’s that.” That line brings a smile to his face, cause he still doesn’t know who it was but it was wonderful, “But I’m still sitting here in awe. I know that management wants to see me succeed but I am still having issues in understanding that. I know a lot of that is in this damaged cabassa that sits three feet above my award winner arse. But it’s nice to know that my hard work isn’t going unnoticed.”

Standing up he looks over the edge to see how far it leads down and shakes his head, “That leads me to this week, once again I seemingly hit that reset button once again. Where I’m going, I don’t know but I do know that my first step is through one of the newcomers to Sin City. So Shane Borderland, allow me to introduce myself...”

He scruffs out his hair and makes a short bow, “Miles Kasey, and I’m pretty fucking amazing in the ring whether it’ll be 4 or 6 sided. While I have not seemed to have found my stride yet in SCW, I am content in the fact that I’m sitting in the curtain jerk with you. WHY? Well because, mate, we set the tone for the entire night. There is not gonna be a seat in Kezar Pavilion that will have an ass in it because no matter what, I plan on getting them ALL on their feet. I know you’re still fairly new here so allow me to be about as blunt as I possibly can be, I’m going to bring them to their feet and if I have to drag you kicking and screaming to get that done, then I have zero issue in carrying you all the way to the end.”

His blue-grey eyes almost shimmer with a dare to his opponent, “I have a reputation to uphold after all...my work ethic carries me to that next step, wherever and whatever that may be. And I think the greatest birthday present ever, would be gaining that checkmark in the Win column and moving on to the next thing. ....maybe this time I won’t trip when I get inches from that finish line.”

And with that he turns around on his heels and begins his adventure back to the city, but not before looking back and shrugging, “Maybe, year 27 will be a hell of a lot better than 26.”

Time to Move
New York, NY

“FUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGGH, I’m just gonna call them and tell them never mind,” a female voice with that slight cockney accent pops up as we see Miles Kasey sitting there laughing a bit. He looks back towards the room where it came from and follows it with a roll of his eyes.

“You are doing this...” he says, turning his attention back to the TV for a moment.

His soon to be former roommate, Morgan Baker comes stomping out of the room that she has claimed for the last 6 months, “But what about-?”

“You. Are. Doing. This.” he simply says, throwing popcorn into his mouth and flipping the TV channel.

Morgan storms around and stands in front of the TV with her tiny hands on her hips, “Who’s gonna be there to make sure you don’t shove your pants in the damn oven and set the whole damn building on fire!” she says in an almost scolding tone.

Miles tries to look around her but her tiny frame is like a big wall in front of his TV, “Morgs..”

“Milo! I’m serious! I can’t just up and leave New York for Orlando.” she motions broadly, “It doesn’t feel right.”

Miles just stares at her, “You did it before when you left your family and moved all the way over here to go to PWS’ school and learn under Cameron!” he points behind him, “Morgan, if I have to go in there, throw all your clothes in a trash bag and take you down there myself, I’m going to. It’ll be a great workout and a lot of fun. Lord knows I have to be scrappy to deal with Agostino this week. MAKE IT EASY FOR ME!”

“But-”

“NO!” Miles slams the remote down, stands up and grabs her shoulders, “Listen to me, Morgs....you have this amazing chance to be a part of something very special. Getting to move down to Florida, to be in the first inaugural class of Wolfslair Orlando is HUGE! I’m not going to let you fall into this habit of being a little mother and using me as an excuse to root here.”

Morgan stands there with a slight pout on her face for a moment before she wraps her arms around Miles and hugs him, “You do need someone to watch over you. You’re a bloody mess even with me mothering you.”

Miles smirks and hugs her small frame back, kissing the top of her head, “I’m a bloody mess, period, love. Don’t make me call the boss.”

Morgan pulls away and shoves him back, “You just want to get rid of me so you can go back to god knows what, like before I got here.”

“I love how you think so little of me. I’m going to be busy myself, you know,” he says grabbing one of her bags and heading into her room, “Between training at the New York gym with Alex, I’m dealing with that fat ass Gabriel because he can’t buy a clue even if he was on one of those inept game shows that is on daytime TV.”

“His mum ever thank you for those flowers?”

“Oh his reaction ALONE was thanks enough. Just wait til you see my next move.” laughing he glances around, “So which one of these is your underwear drawer? I have been curious about that for a while.”

Morgan gasps, snatching the bag from him and hitting him with it, “You are such a pig!”

“Can’t blame me for being genuinely curious can you?” he says laughing, moving towards the door.

“OUT!” she says, slamming the door behind him. He turns and knocks lightly, she whips it open and glares at him “What?”

Leaning against the door jam, he smiles genuinely, “I will miss you, you know that?”

“Will ya?”

“Course! You got to see my arse and not sell the photographic evidence to the media. My actual sister would have done it with a smile as she went and bought herself something nice.” he says with a sigh, running his hand through his hair, “I want you to go down there, own that shite, move back and show me up. A’right?” Morgan nods and before anything else can be said, he gives her a sweet kiss on the cheek, turns on his heels and heads out, leaving Morgan all by herself.

She looks at the door before she goes back into her room, she grabs a picture frame and places it on the table. “....I’ll miss you too.” she says to it before she heads back to finish her packing.

The picture is of the two of them the night he became her partner and effectively the other half of the tag champs.


Moving On To the Next
Las Vegas, NV

It’s a hot one, but Miles doesn’t care. He came out early cause in his 2 bedroom apartment it was suddenly very empty. He wasn’t going to keep Morgan from becoming her best, she had to go. But was Vegas any better?

“No, not really.” he says, sitting at the hotel bar, dressed in a simple dress shirt and blue pants.

“I’m not really all that alone, but suddenly going from someone that was there every day to not having that little mother there at all....was just....ODD. So here I am, hoping to find trouble. Trouble always finds me it seems.”

He lifts his glass, looking at the brownish liquid inside, lighting swishing it around, “I wanna sort of already go off and raise hell but what I have in mind is sort of a redemption. Quite some time ago, I started on this path. A path I thought was going to lead me to my first gold in SCW and instead I’ve sort of cracked into this really strange timeline. I feel like it started with Agostino and losing to him. Yeah, he got one up on me and this is match 2 and so help me...if that fat fuck even thinks about poking his nose into this one, I’m going to send his head back in a box to his mum to put on her mantel like a trophy.”

Raising an eyebrow, there is no smirk...just an ice cold glare, “I’m not screwing around anymore. After he cost me that match against Mac, I’m going to make him wish he could crawl back up inside his mother.”

That brings a smirk to his face, he sips his beverage before placing it on the counter. Stretching his arms out, he simply cracks his neck and continues on, “As for Agostino, I get that you are sort of in this weird slump right now. It’ll be fine, we’re all there. But I’m not that same guy you faced months ago. I’ve grown, I’m stronger. I feel like I’m actually beginning to know the real Milo Kasey. He’s a guy that knows what he wants, when he wants it...and he’ll make sure that come hell or high water, he will get there.”

“I hate to say I’m going to make an example of exactly how I am going to do that, out of you Agostino....but I have no choice. I know that bastard is watching and waiting. I’m sorry. I genuinely am. I get that you are a former champ and I should respect that but this isn’t about 10 pounds of gold....this is something much deeper. Simple. Basic. NEED. to prove that I am as good as I say I am.”

“And no amount of TROLLING is going to keep me from proving that point.”

And with that he throws some bills on the bar, before standing up and simply walking away.

Keep the Momentum Going

Coming off of Blaze of Glory was spectacular. Spectacular to come out of the win but also the satisfaction of shutting up one of your detractors. Though I’m sure he’ll spout off at the mouth about how he supposedly won. AND WHILE I HAVE BEEN HIT IN THE HEAD A FEW DOZEN...hundred times but I remember specifically beating that idiot.

You lost dude. GET THE NET! LIVE IN THE NOW!

So here it’s been a couple of weeks. Went back home and things got, how can you say “FUCKED UP BEYOND ALL REPAIR!” but in that whole PG-13 way that everyone prefers in this cancel culture clusterfuck we live in now?

I can’t seem to outrun my past so now I have to face it. Just as I’m making strides, it all comes around to fuck me up again. I guess that’s going to have to be something I need to take care of soon. But for now....

Back in Vegas
5AM

“Miiiiiiles. Your phone is going off again.” a female voice pops up from under the covers of the hotel bed. She shifts and shoves her companion to wake him.

Miles eyes open slightly and looks over at it, he knows who it is...he should have just chucked it into the river back in New York before he left. “Just ignore it. It’ll turn off eventually”

And sure as hell it stops but only after a few moments it starts buzzing away again. “OH MY GOD! MILES!”

He reaches over and chucks it against the wall. “HAPPY NOW?” is all he says.

The woman’s eyes gets big before she jumps up wrapping the sheet around herself and runs into the bathroom. Miles just sighs heavily and flops back staring at the ceiling before the hotel phone starts going off. He reaches over and pulls it out of the wall with force.

“That’s enough of that.” The woman comes out of the bathroom full dressed. He glances over at her but doesn’t say a word before storming out. “Well I guess I can delete her number when I get a new phone.”

He sits there in silence for a moment.

“This was supposed to get easier....right? I’d win a few, come back from this big victory and it was cake from there. But instead my life does this weird ass thing where I find real life fucking with me. It’s like a horrible STD that keeps popping up. I should be hyper focused on the future. I should be prepared and ready for my match against Lincoln Daniels to qualify for a shot at the Roulette. AND INSTEAD, I am ducking and dodging and I may lose to the guy that lost to BILL FUCKING BARTHART!”

“For fuck sake, what the hell do I gotta do to get out of this angsty Spiderman shit ass storyline??? I know I can beat this bastard and yet here I am, stuck in fucking reverse all over again. I know I can do it, I know but there just isn’t enough time. I’m failing at this...I bet I can’t even make it as a professional thirst trap.”

“Sorry to disappoint ya’ll.”

“Maybe next time.”

“You did well but it wasn’t meant to be”

Ouch.

“Would have been better if she had just beat the piss out of me,” Miles says, tossing his phone into the abyss of his bag, while taking a swig of his beer. It’d been a week since she sent that, he hadn’t responded.

He was too embarrassed.

Yeah, the swagger, the pomp and circumstance led to him wallowing in self-pity. And he knows he is the sole reason that Maki didn’t get her revenge or walk away with the Mixed Tag Titles. Damn Lethal Lottery.

There was a feeling, he was willing to meet up with Maki and get his ass beat. In fact it probably would have made him feel something more than the numbness that he’s been dealing with. Amazon never questioned his rush order for the kendo stick. He got the call from the hotel in Vegas that he had a package awaiting his return. For now...he decided to stare out into absolute nothingness of the Pacific Ocean because well what better way to look into what you feel?

YES I AM BEING AN EMO BITCH RIGHT NOW, GOD DAMMIT!!!!

Angsty.

What the ever loving fuck ever!!!!

Ho-KAY, Milo is in a mood.

“NO! No, don’t do that. Fuck this internal monologue shite you are trying to pull. I am a fuck up, alright? I know that, they know that and at this point I should just take a long walk off a short pier or find myself on the business end of a gun because my life is a Goddamn joke.”

Miles looking up and talking to absolutely no one in particular, well...to me, the person narrating this...cause he’s a prick. I get paid peanuts for this ya know, mate? How about a little thanks?

“Blow me.”

You know, I don’t have to put up with this! I could leave your arse high and dry too!

“You and the entire world, pal. Don’t do me any favours.”

How about we switch to whiskey?

“Out”

Vodka?

“Out.”

...Rum?

“I...I don’t recall...”

Curiously, peaking into the cabinet he pulls out a bottle, completely full. ....some pirate.

“OI! I was saving it for a special occasion.”

Like on the occasion that they find your body?

“Psh, as if anyone would come searching for me.”

Drink the fucking rum, Milo.

“No, don’t drink the rum.”

That voice...“What the-”

*THUD*

Through the haze, a pair of Chuck Taylors, that kicks him onto his back. He looks up at a hazy outline. “Are you an angel?”

“Something like that...night night Milo.”

Oh look...stars....second one to the right...


Being dragged into a darkened room by two rather large goons, the concept of time has completely escaped him but the shine of the lights through the window tells him he’s back in Las Vegas.

“Pathetic boy. I cannot believe that he let her follow you to the desert and back. Did your balls somehow retract back into your body when he took her back? Get over yourself.”

“BAR, please. I got it from here.”

“Someday he’ll know.”

“But for now...go. I won’t be long.” the door opens and closes as we see the familiar outline kneel down, Miles eyes slightly cracking open and squinting trying to make out who is next to him as he was dumped onto the bed, “We brought you back to Vegas. I don’t know if you’ll remember anything from the last week but it’s alright. You have a way back to the family that actually cares about you now.”

Miles tries to talk but it just comes out as a gurgle.

“Shhh, don’t try to talk, my love. I need you to know that I did what I did to protect you. He was ready to kill you and I wasn’t going to let that happen, especially when I found that ring you were going to give me.”

Miles shuts his eyes tight for a moment and opens them wide, finally able to make out the figure. “Ness.”

“You are an idiot and a half Milo Kasey, and I love you....but it’s time for you to wake up, pull yourself together and quit feeling bad. Be the badass mother fucker that exists,” she leans forward and places a kiss on his head, “WAKE UP!”

Miles' eyes burst open and he sits up, and looks around the room. He’s indeed back in Vegas, the package that was at the front desk is there, unwrapped with a big red bow on top of it with a note sitting on top of it. He glances around and the room is dimly lit and empty but he rubs his face and runs his hands through his messed up hair, not bothering to tame it. He rolls out of bed with a groan and stumbles over picking the note up, immediately recognizing the handwriting he almost smiles, “Quit beating yourself up and go beat someone up.”

He picks up the stick, twirls around and purposely smacks himself in the head. “Ow” he laughs though, rubbing his head. He hears his phone go off, looks around and notices it on the charger. “Guess she thought of everything.”

Picking it up he opens it up to a message, “Miles, hope this finds you well. I know you’ve had a tough go of it lately but we still believe you can be something special. This week...blah blah blah....Jack’d the Ripper.” he snickers for a moment before bursting out loud laughing, “So, let me get this proper, the powers that be want to see if I have a David vs. Goliath DEATHWISH as they put me in the ring with someone that I’m fairly certain is wanted in 6 countries on attempted murder charges.”

“Look, I get that it seems like I have this open invitation to Death himself, wanting to just send me to hell and leave it at that. But fact does remain that despite popular opinion I really do like remaining among the living.” he lifts up the gift that was to be for one but instead looks like it’s gonna remain with him for the time being, “I want to live. For the first time in months that that actually feels real for me to say. So pardon me Jack’d if I feel like perhaps I don’t give your rather massive frame a chance to breathe. And I know people are saying that maybe I do feel like I’m out to die, maybe I am having a rough go because I fucked up a lot of things. I’m waiting to hear how much of a loser I am. And once again, right in the ears and straight to the feelings. I feel like I’m actually ready to fight for something....”

He flips the stick a few times, swings it and completely shatters a bottle. He swings it around and places it on his shoulder and dives back into the bed, “And fight I shall.”

So the return to SCW didn’t go exactly according to plan, but I’ll be damned if after that time off- that it felt terrific to be back in the middle of that 6-sided ring. I lost, it is what it is and I’m not going to let it deter or detour me.

Win or lose, I still got to go home and hold up a promise and help a young lady get out of a horrible situation that she was forced to be a part of.

Without any bites in my bum.

YES, I’M STILL BITTER CHRISTIAN!

Anywho, that young woman is just a friend, and no she will not be joining me in this particular adventure in SCW cause she’s still new, she’s still young and I tend to want to protect like she’s my own sister. Except she’s not, I have one of those...she’s my twin and she cheated to get out of the womb first. At least that’s what our ma always told us. Brianna has always been a freaking cheater.

BUT I DIGRESS! Morgan is like the little sister I never got, and she will be protected at all cost. ...how do I say this as politely as possible? She’s not ready for the level of SCW but I decided to bring her along for the week. Looking at it as a teaching experience, I look at it as keeping an eye on this poor kid. She’s been doing this for a little while, no one took her under their wing at all after training her.

Poor thing gets stuck with me...but TRUST ME when I tell you this, she’s better off then the last wanker that she teamed with.

Getting to know you
On the flight from New York to Vegas

It’s an awkward silence, for the majority of the flight. Milo insisted that Ms. Baker joining him but she just didn’t know how to act around him. She watched how he was so outgoing with the staff but Morgan has herself wrapped up in a chair, as Miles cracks a joke with the flight attendant. Miles looks over at his new partner and sighs, “Alright, this is silly. You haven’t said 2 words since we took off. Am I scarin’ ya?”

Morgan’s eyes go wide and she shakes her head, “I’m just...a little shy at first...”

He smirks and plops down in a chair in front of her and leans forward, “Well Morgs...can I call ya that?”

“Uhhh....I guess. I’ve never had a nickname before.”

“Well, I’m Milo, you can be Morgs. So, Morgs, are you excited to visit Vegas again?”

“Yeah, I guess. I just don’t get why you are bringing me.”

“Simple, you and I are tag partners in PWS, but we barely know anything about one another. I figured it’d be nice to get you out of that environment and get to know who you really are. I know you’re from my side of the world and that you were trained by the PWS crew but after that...”

“I’m from London. You’re from Manchester, right?”

“Aye, any siblings? I have a twin sister.”

“2 Brothers, both older. I’m the baby. Both my brothers wrestled...well...one did until he got hurt, which was sorta my fault. He got really hurt in training when I distracted him, he blamed me...”

“Ah, that is such a BS excuse. It’s why we do the training before getting into these places. Well, you don’t have to worry about me, I’m used to doing the stupid shit already. But what I’m hoping here, is that you get to see something different and where you need to improve too. After Sunday, we’ll head back and work on it from there.”

“Sounds good!” she smiles brightly.

“Good. And then we’ll start getting you out of that shell you seem to be in. Stick with me kid, we’re going places.”


A Face Made For Radio

Ah, podcasts. I really do have a face made for radio. Too bad this one is also live streamed on YouTube.

“We are live on In Your Face podcast and we are joined by SCW and PWS Star Miles Kasey, who is back in Vegas this week taking on a newcomer to SCW, Lincoln Daniels. Miles man, it has been a wild 2020 for you.”

Miles snorts, laughing a bit, “Oh that’s putting it rather mildly there. Car accidents, ghosting girlfriends, getting bit in the arse by man-eating guppies, winning titles out of nowhere...but yeah, we’ll call it wild, mate.”

“Well this week, you have your Climax Control return to take on this new guy. From what we gathered he’s pretty accomplished in other locations as a multi-time champ. Seems like the management is pretty high on him.”

“Well hells, I would be too with that resume. Thankfully, I haven’t completely given them reason to lose faith in me yet. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I’ve been a royal fuck-up before in my past. But I’m not out to give anyone the benefit of the doubt. Lincoln better not underestimate me in that ring because anyone that has watched me knows that I won’t let opportunities pass me by.”

“Man, after the year you had you deserve a little break and a bit of success if not more than...”

Miles lets out a hearty laugh toward the host and shakes his head, “I was about to say. I’m out to really work my arse off this time, there’s going to be no shortcuts to success and Mr. Daniels is sadly in my way. I guess we’ll see come Climax Control if that’s going to be enough for the W.”

“Here’s hopin!”