Coming to grips with who you are

“Meat Head”

That was what he heard as his music came to an end in his headphones. The person it came from was glaring because he camped himself out in one location inside the local gym.

There was no harm in any of it, he did it all the time. In fact, ever since the owner was allowed to reopen, he encouraged people to do just that to avoid cleaning everywhere they traveled. But apparently Karen decided today was a day to choose violence.

Sucks to be her. He woke up and chose to be a petty bitch. The next song started and he purposely did his next set about as slow as he could stand. It would help with the definition anyway.

And in return, Karen, her friends and the guy she came in with, all stood in awe as he completed his last slow burn reps. His arms were on fucking fire but it was worth it.

Once he was done, he reached into his pocket, took a few photos for social media cause well he’s the ‘Meat head’. Slowly and methodically he re-racked it all, damn near piece at a time. The last was the superband that was wrapped around the area of the rack. Grabbing his water bottle, he wrapped it around his neck, turned, winked at the crowd watching his every move.

The Karen rolled her eyes and scoffed but the guy, who we assume is her boyfriend, is like “Holy shit, Milo Kasey.”

“Who?” ‘Karen’ says with a bit of venom in her tone.

“Jesus, Marcie, could you be any thicker?” the boyfriend popped off. Before Miles could butt in to their conversation though, his phone goes off. He nods at the crew, before walking away. He can feel all eyes on him and even hear a few sighs.

“Ello?”

“Oh, he’s got gym voice.”

“Just finished actually. How’s America’s penis?” he laughs to the gasps of the passer-bys. He gives them a quick wink before continuing on.

“EW! Really?”

“Look at a map and tell me I’m lyin’. But seriously, all settled in?”

“For the most part, classes start next week. I was already over, checked it out. Makes the New York one look super old.”

“I’ll make sure to tell Alex all about it.” Miles quips, “Glad you are ok though.”

“You miss me?”

“Yeah, the place hasn’t been dusted since you left.”

“Har har” Morgan says flatly, “I’ll let you go back to doing whatever, but I just...”

The line goes silent for a moment, he almost wonders if the call dropped but something on the side catches his attention, which means she’s nervous, “Morgan, I can hear you chewing on your lip from here and I can’t even see you. Out with it.”

“I ran into Chrissy.”

Miles pauses for a moment and swallows the breath he sucked in the minute he heard that name, “Oh.”

“I guess Chrissy is gonna be back in New York soon to help finish up Jack and Lanah’s house. I thought I should give you a heads up.”

Miles drops his head and almost whispers out, “I appreciate it, Morgs....”

“Milo, listen....” she follows up quickly but-

“I gotta go, the plane is taking off in a few hours, still gotta go home and shower.” there he goes again. Run Milo run.

Quiet for a moment, before she sighs in defeat, “Right...be safe.”

“You too.” he goes to hang up but before he does-

“And Milo, be true to yourself. Bye”

And with that she hangs up. Miles is taken back by the rudeness the call ending but even she knows

That sweet 19 year old girl has more sense than what is in his head, that is apparently full of fucking rocks.


Willy Wonka Got Nothing on Us

“The Golden Ticket”

Miles sits on the stairwell of the Vegas hotel that he gets to call home now and again. He fiddles with his phone in his hand.

“That ticket can lead to just about anything you can possibly imagine. You know between myself, Agostino and Lincoln....we’ve all had interesting moments in SCW. Those two though, they got their gold before me. I have hit a lot of road blocks, a lot of trolls and a lot of naysayers....telling me what I can and can’t do or be.”

He scoff for a moment, looking off to the side as if he’s waiting for someone to appear, “It’s rather weird, I actually thought for certain that I was going to go into SummerXxxtreme, on a very different path but instead here we are, lads. Potential for so much more. Who, at the end of this triple threat will stamp their ticket. It’s a big opportunity for one of us to prove that we are more than the sum of our parts.”

“We three, we know each other....I’m surprised at this point, that we’re not hitting the bar after the show. In fact, this round is on me, mostly because I gotta apologize somehow for the atrocities that I am about to commit.”

That evil smirk that gets the swoon appears, as he brushes his hair from his face, “You see...I’m the kinda asshole that realizes what he has at the zero hour. I used to be the one that realized it when it was too late and I fucked a lot of things up. I’m trying to rectify that by showing that somehow Milo can indeed get his shit together. I need to prove it to my mum, my sister, Morgan...Bella...and a few others that know what I mean. I need to put the idea in my head, that my arse is far far better than I am giving myself credit for.”

“That’s the problem with all of us, innit? We sell ourselves short. We all have people that believe but we all have a deterers. Sometimes, it’s those that know we’re better than they want to give us credit for, that are indeed the loudest. I’m not here to tell you guys that I am better, because....well you got there first. But at the end of the day, the haire lost the race.” he stands up and leans against the railing, shoving his phone into his back pocket. “I’m going to be the one that stamps his ticket to the ship. Because even the idiot catches the break. Even the fool gets the luck. To the victor, goes the spoils. Or in this case, the Golden Ticket. ....to what, who only knows. But only one of us can find out....and lads, I intend for me to be Charlie....”

“By the by....Grandpa Joe? ....what a lazy arsehole!”

No Drugs Were Done In The Making Of This Match
Wolfslair Gym

All hail the Queen. Alicia Lukas did what she was out to do. She became the Queen for a Day. Miles? WELL, not so much. He found himself on the business end of Alex’s Koji Clutch and he ended up tapping out, like a bitch.

That fucking Roulette Championship was like this unobtainable golden monkey. I’m not Indiana Jones, and I really don’t feel like pissing off the natives of this land. So I have reserved the fact that it’s just not in the cards for me to reach that particular mountain. The idea of me being a champion at this particular moment in my career is questionable at best too.

Why do I sound like Bella? Big words with deep meaning.

....it’s been a weird couple of weeks.

That’s why when I got the word from her majesty...

Word was around, everyone knew what she was doing. It took him almost all afternoon before he talked himself into going over there. “Are....are you sure?”

She just looked at him and with a smirk said, “Are you going to doubt me?”

......”Well, no...but...” he said, the idiot forever doubting himself.

And Alicia’s eyes rolling in the back of her head, “Milo...don’t make me hit you.”

“But-”

I went to ask her again....and then...she punched me as hard as she could in the shoulder....

THAT SHIT HURT!

“OW!” gripping my shoulder that was still healing

“Then don’t question it! You deserve this chance. MAKE THE BEST OF IT! OR ELSE!” she pointed with a smile before walking off.

“Yes, your highness.” he says, calling out and rubbing his shoulder out where she clobbered it, “Fucking hell. Got the spot where I got my second shot and everything.”

Just before he has a chance to say anything else to get his dumbass in trouble, his phone goes off with a familiar ringtone. One from home that he rarely sees unless it’s his sister calling to yell or someone they know died.

“Okay, who died?” he said, answering.

“MILES ANTHONY KASEY! Is that anyway to greet your mother?” a strong female voice with the same accent as his, comes loudly through the speaker.

“Mum?” he said looking at his phone for a moment before heading outside.

“Expecting someone else?”

A laugh came from Miles, matched by the brightest smile that we haven’t seen in a long while, “Bree, to call and scream at me again. But this is a pleasant surprise.”

“So was the delivery I just got. Flowers?”

Leaning against the rail, he snickers, “I’m glad you got them. Dig a little deeper, there should have been something else to go with it.” he said smiling.

Silence fills the airwaves for a moment, “Now what in the...Oh...Oh my..Miles, I can’t just-.”

Miles sensing that she is about to yell at him, “Now, mum listen. You had to put up with a lot of shite from me and Bree. You raised us, all on your own. Bree was easy but I know damn well I was no angel by any stretch of the imagination.” he stops for a moment, trying to gather up what he wanted to say next, “I had a memory, something that came back here a couple weeks ago, where I know damn well if I got caught, I wouldn’t be where I am now. I know I was responsible for taking a few years off your life.”

“To put it mildly. I know a lot of my gray has to do with you.” she said with a half laugh, half sob.

That sob almost caused Miles to break himself, “Someone said something to me recently that just...it made me realize that I am luckier than most. You and Bree are two of the brightest things that I have in my life, even if she’s a brat.”

“I HEARD THAT!” his twin sister’s voice rang through loudly which causes him and his mom to laugh.

“I knew she was listening.” he said with a smile.

“Well, she just got home. Bree, look what Miles sent.”

“They are gorgeous. Where is mine?”

“Backordered.” Miles said, “Don’t worry, our birthday is about 2 months away. Hopefully by then, we’ll be back to traveling and I can deliver it in person.”

“Riiiiiiiiiiiight. You’re a liar and a half Milo.”

“Prove it. Either way, I gotta get going but, mum, enjoy the flowers and the gift.” a doorbell rings from the other end, “Oh, and have Bree help you set up that and you can yell at me later via the internet.”

“Miles....”

“Love you, mum. And you deserve this, and more.”

... “I love you, too, my beautiful boy.”

And with that the line went silent on the other end, followed by more notifications, another flower delivery.

“And that is how you do it, Gabriel.” he said with a laugh, his phone continues to go off with notifications, mostly his mother telling him it is all too much. But he pockets his phone and heads back inside.


Lots of Little Things
Present Day

“I don’t know what the hell I did to deserve such a cheering section.

But I am not going to complain for one moment, mostly because I don’t need the Queen punching me in my arm again. I was bruised for TWO DAYS after that and every time I go to say anything to her, she flinches like she’s ready to swing at me again. Next time may be the face.

NEVER THE FACE!

That and this arse are my money makers.

So I was told that there are people out there that are legit cheering me on. This is NEW to me for some reason and I don’t know why in the hell it freaks me out. Yeah, I got my friends that supposedly do that sorta shit. But this right here? Being given a match for the Internet Championship against Mac Bane, when honestly I feel like I hadn’t done anything to really deserve it, has me on this weird edge. Maybe it’s just anxiety talking but it was almost weird when I got a boost of confidence from the man himself.

For those that aren’t on twitter, and I know there are a few of you...I got “trolled” by that idiot Gabriel Wank about how I was really undeserving and that it was a pity match. I was, surprisingly, ready to agree with him but instead Mac stepped up and felt that I did deserve this.

I sat there, in shock. It was a boost to my ego, one that has got me to the point of Mac just earning my respect even more. Him winning this championship at Into the Void over O’Malley was amazing. The dude is top notch and I can’t say a single thing horrible about him. He is the guy I have to beat if I plan on actually making this chance bestowed upon me about as legit as it gets.

Internet Champion.

Imagine me, standing at the end of that semi-main event match of Climax Control, holding that Internet Championship in the middle of that ring.

I haven’t done something like that in almost 2 years. I want to feel that again.

Appreciation for the chances, for the squad...through all the thirst trapping and arse shaking. My hard work eventually will pay off one way or another. All I need is just a shot.

One shot.

One opportunity.

And I won’t let it slip.”

For the Queens, Kings and In-Betweens.

Chances are only given a few times.

DON’T FUCK IT UP, MILO!

“Well, that was unpleasant.” was the only thing that Miles could mutter when the scene before them unfolded between Austin James Mercer and Fenris, backstage. Miles wasn’t even going to be there for the show this week but something told him to pop in and make sure things were kosher.

Needless to say, they were far from it. Not even 2 weeks after being brought in to Wolfslair, he’s seeing it almost shake at the foundation.

Turning and looking at Bella, she gives him a sympathetic smirk before she heads off leaving him just standing there.

“Well, now what?” he says looking up and as if life has that way of slapping him on the ass and going ‘Time to Go Big Boy’, his phone goes off with a text that simply reads:

Next week: Miles Kasey vs. Alex Jones

His blue eyes just went wide and he almost tosses his phone but stops himself from slinging it against the closest wall, gripping it tight and screaming “FUCK!”


4 Hours Later

“Oi, you dere. Nother round!” the slurring words of Milo, the idiot. The one that drowns himself in whiskey.

The bartender walks over and snatches his glass from him, “I’ll get you another round...IF you order something to eat.”

Miles just glares at him, “Fine, I’ll order some chips...fries, whatever...cheese on em. Now, can you get me more?”

“One more,” the bartender states, “I’m cutting you off after that.” He pours the brown liquid into the glass sliding it to him, “I’ll go get those fries for you. Take your time on that.”

As they walk away, Miles just sticks his tongue out at them before reaching for the glass, but just as he gets close, a hand reaches across and pushes it away and it falls to the other side of the bar and crashes down. “Opps!” a small voice peeps up. Glancing over his shoulder, Bella standing there with a smirk on her face and a hand on her hip.

“Well! Your husband already tire of you and kick you out of your room?”

“Actually, he’s currently getting a shower and I snuck out to get some food and make sure his surprise is all set for tomorrow. Drowning your sorrows again?”

“It’s what I do best, love. You know that.” Miles says all hunched over and it’s pretty damn obvious.

“What’s got you in knots now? Still mournin’ whatever her name was?”

That causes him to scoff, “Nessa...and no. I’m actually quite over her, thank you very much.” Miles glances over at her, “You owe me a drink.”

She shrugs shyly and motions to the bartender who has come out from the kitchen area with his order, “Put it on my tab.” she says to him motioning about the glass before turning back to her friend, “I heard on my way out that you get to face Alex.”

“Yup. One of the newest members of Wolfslair and I get the boss.” Miles laughs for a moment, “I am amazed at myself sometimes. When I was approached to join Wolfslair, I thought to myself that this would be something absolutely amazing. Lach even said it, you cannot ever stop learning. And look at who is a part of it all...I would have been dumber than I look to turn it down.”

“But?”

“But....I wasn’t really expecting a whole trial by fire situation. He tweeted earlier to just say good luck.” Miles hovers over the glass for a moment, instead he reaches and snatches a fry from the basket and shoves it in his mouth. Bella just looks at him with laughter in her eyes cause she knows he’s got himself worked up, “I gotta walk in next week and face a man that is basically the keystone of the group, looking to get his ass back on top as well and...AND! All in the same breath manage to somehow keep my momentum alive. I really don’t want to blow this opportunity.”

She smiles at him before smacking him upside his head, “You think way too much for someone who claims to have an empty head.”

Rubbing the back of his head, “OW! JEEZ! At least I’m thinking though.”

“Well okay then! You’re not thinking about running, are you?”

“NO! HELL NO!” Miles yells a little loud to the point where Bella shooshes him, “No, I’m not. Just right now, it’s nerves.” His phone chirps, he pulls it up and looks at it rolling his eyes.

“Christian?”

He looks over at her, shoving his phone back in his pocket, “Yeah, that guy has a thing for me, I swear.”

Causing her to laugh a bit she reaches over and snatches a fry, “Look, you have a week, why don’t you head back to New York for a bit and go from there.”

“Yeah I was thinking about that. A little extra training in both places wouldn’t hurt. I’ve been away long enough.”

“Well the plane heads out soon. I suggest you get on it.” she finishes throwing the fry in her mouth and begins to walk away.

“What about you two?” he asks spinning around

“Don’t worry about Mal and I. I have a nice little adventure planned for him and I. Still finish here, get your shit and get on that plane.”

And with a simple salute all he can say before lifting his glass is, “Yes ma’am.”


Trials by Fire

“You know, I’m beginning to wonder if someone has it out for me. I’m sometimes wondering if his name is Christian Underwood. Maybe that’s only when he has to make my life flash before my eyes.”

“So YEAH, in case those that missed it, I am now a part of Wolfslair. It’s sorta cool actually, we get a secret decoder ring and our own special password. And the parties...OH! My goodness.” Miles laughs for a moment like he was gonna really spread the tail but he just shakes his head, “No not really, I’m just kidding but the fact that I am now labeled with one of the top premier teams in wrestling today that spans across, at least at the moment, 4 to 5 different promotions. Championships adorn the walls of their gym. To learn and grow under their banner is an honour. I looked at this as a terrific golden opportunity to really hone my skills.”

“But it’s all with drama, isn’t it? Alex has his hands full of these strange things going on and it seems to be affecting him in the fact that he has to play dad rather than play the leader. I feel for him and I want to tell him that he has honestly nothing to worry about with me. Besides a few hiccups in what happened last year, I’m practically drama free and hungry as hell.”

“I want to prove that I know I have what it takes. I don’t want the world of distractions to get in the way of becoming better. Getting to that point where I know beyond a shadow of a doubt, that I can be one of the best that Wolfslair has ever produced. I’m honoured to be here, but I need to show them what I am truly capable of. Sorry boss. But it’s gotta be you. I sorta hate it but I know damn well if I’m going to really do this whole trials and tribulations, I rather it’d be through you.”

“And we have no choice it seems. So Sunday, I’ll stand across the ring, I’ll shake your hand, we will battle and I will prove that I am worthy. No matter what, I will make you all proud to call me brother, friend and mate.”

“I now pronounce you husband and wife.”

He didn’t want to look up but for his friend he did when the words “You may kiss your bride.” were said. Watching Bella get her happy beginning, even with an asshole like Malachi, made the stabbing pain in his heart worth it. She made her choice a long time ago and it wasn’t him.

He fucked that one up too.

But here they all were there to see it. Her family, Mal’s family, all their friends. Malachi pulling off one of the best surprises ever for his new wife, giving her the wedding she and Alanah planned but could never quite figure out a day. The word went out, the location and time and a somewhat formal dress code, presents optional and to be there and ready to celebrate. To be honest, he was shocked he even got a message. Maybe it was by mistake, but he wasn’t going to disappoint, he was there...stag. Didn’t bug him any for the most part just another damn day where he’s reminded that he’s a jackass...and he brought it all on himself.

Flash Forward

The party has been in full force for a little bit now, alcohol flowing, food served, a quiet private affair and it still manages to be loud as hell.

From the farthest table Miles sits alone, draining the last of something dark brown in a small glass. He glances across the room settling on everyone but him living it up.

“Disgusting...”

Him...not them. But if he was overheard right now, someone would have easily assumed the other.

“Refil, sir?”

“Oh no, thanks. I’m gonna call it a night I think. Do me a favor though...” he pulls his wallet out from his coat pocket and from that a 20 and hands it to the waiter. “Make sure this gets to the proper person. Thanks, love.”

“I will.” she says taking it from him and dropping it on her tray while cleaning up. She glances over at him and squints for a moment as she sees him staring off to nothingness, “Umm, are- are you ok?”

“I’ve had better years.”

“Come again?” she laughs.

Miles looks up at her for a moment, “Two years ago, the bride and I...well....but now she’s there after I fucked up royally and I’m here, her and one other woman later and honestly the whole relationship this seems to just not be in the cards for me.”

“Ah....”

“I’m sorry to dump that all on you. This whole damn holiday...fuck, this whole year has just sucked for me and being here isn’t helping my mood at all.”

“Well, it’s understandable. It’s hard to see everyone be happy when you basically...aren’t.”

“Right. Exactly. So I probably should get out of here before I bring down the joyful mood. I’ll send my apologies to the bride later. Thanks for listening...” he says trying to get her name out from her.

“Oh, Jessica. And it was no problem Mr.-?”

“Kasey...Miles. Some of them call me Milo.”

“Well...Miles, it really was no problem. I actually like talking to people that seem to be dealing with problems. In fact so much so I’m going to school to do pretty much just that. This is my last job before I head back to school here next week.”

“Well, good luck to you and thanks for the open ear.” Miles nods and turns on his heels taking one last glance.

“Hey! I was wondering...” she speaks up, almost speaking too fast but still catches his attention. “If you are willing, maybe I could give you my number. I could always be that ear you need to bend.”

Miles stands speechless.

Son of a bitch....again? This is almost how it happened with Nessa. Except she’s leaving...maybe it’s just to talk. Snap the fuck out of it and fucking answer the woman!

“Umm...sure.”


Couple Days Later

Shave and a Hair Cut

FINISH IT DAMMIT!

TWO BITS!

“Who is it?”

“The boss, open up Milo!”

“Gimmie a mo, Levi.”

After a moment of silence we hear the locks come undone on the other side and a shirtless Miles. “Hey, what brings you by?”

“Wanted to check in, been trying to call you since you got spotted leaving the party without so much as a ‘See ya’. Everything good?”

“OH, yeah sorry just been...” a loud clatter from the other side catches both their attention, “Busy.”

“You get a cat?” Levi says with a little raise in his eyebrow cause he knows. He wasn’t born last night.

“No, far too busy for that. Look, I’d invite you in but the place is a mess...can I call you later? Maybe meet up at the centre for a spot of training?”

“Sure but...”

....”Excuse me...” from behind Miles a voice pops up and it’s the waitress. Jessica. Lookin’ a little disheveled. “I’m gonna get going. I still have some packing to do.”

“OH, of course...umm..thanks for- everything.”

“Sure! And you have my number. If you are out on the west coast, and just...well...use it ok?”

“Sure thing.”

She leans up and gives him a kiss on the cheek before turning and shyly waving to Levi and walking away. Leaving them standing there in awkward silence for a moment.

“....I can explain.”

“No,” Levi says, holding up his hand....”Trust me ya don’t have too. Good for you. Now...umm...may I?”

Miles sorta snaps to and opens his door wider to allow his guest in, “Once again, sorry bout the mess...”

Levi looks around and it’s your typical bachelor pad, shirts everywhere, dishes laying here and there. Could use a maid or a woman’s touch but it fits him, “Kid, don’t even worry. You should have seen me in my years before Jack and Emma...in fact...you’ve seen my office.”

Miles smirks grabbing a shirt and throwing it on, “That I have. I really am fine. Ya know that right?” Levi looks at him knowingly, “After the year I had, hell after the last two that I had...watching them getting hitched wasn’t even what got to me. I spent the holiday talking to my mum and sis through a computer screen, hoping they got the gifts I sent over a month ago. Nessa has completely ghosted me except she’s sending me cryptic messages through twitter and text messages.”

“Never mind the fact that you and the kid you teamed up with lost the tag titles.”

“I don’t even care about that because as you know, she was lucky to get into that situation to begin with. Morgan has a lot of work ahead of her, so I’ve taken her under my wing a bit but...well I need to get myself back in a ring...any ring.”

Levi nods, “I get that. Well if you look, there’s a way to get you out of your current pity phase of ...what’s the word that Bella taught me...ennui?”

“Nailed it.”

“SCW put ya in a fatal fourway. You, Agostino...”

“AGAIN!?!”

“Yeah...also Bill Barnhart and one other...uhhh” He pulls out his phone and pulls it up. “Lincoln Daniels. Winner gets a shot at the Roulette.”

“Ooof....ya know that whole damn name of that belt gives me flashbacks on the worst way. I don’t think I’m ever going to get over the whole almost getting eaten alive.”

“No one would. But you gotta realize what this is going to do for you kid, another chance, another shot....and after getting a piece of that hot little brunette that just walked out of here...”

Miles laughs for a moment while running his hand through his hair, “Well...couple days...but I’m not completely back to normal. Getting there though.”

“Well get out there early and make it a whole week...who knows, maybe you’ll finally loosen the fuck up for everyone to be able to stand again.”

“Have I been that bad?”

“I was waiting for Spinelli to punch you...”

....

Yeah....Spinelli doesn’t hit anyone unless it’s bad. YIKES

“....when can the jet be ready?”

Dig Your Own Grave

Following Climax Control

Walking out of the arena last week, Miles decided that he was going to hold his head high. He came back from what could have been a career threatening accident, almost losing that beautiful woman that has stuck by his dumbass for quite some time. He was out to prove a point, that he was tougher than he looked. People writing him off as just another pretty fly boy, was annoying enough....O’Malley practically looking right past him, well that “Prick” title was pretty damn fitting.

He was bound and determined to do whatever it took in that match against Augustino, he had a damn good time in that...the most he felt alive in a bit. But the distraction of things got to him. He needed to clear his head. It wasn’t empty as much as his friends claimed it was.

So he threw on his headphones, slung his bag over his shoulder and walked out and looked them all in the eye that dared too. He wasn’t going to allow anyone the satisfaction of knowing he lost.

As he made his way up the hall towards the exit, he spotted Ms. Rocky Mountains standing there. He nodded to her as he was passing by, but before he could slip away she reached out to him. “Miles, rough loss tonight.”

But through the pulse beat that rings through his headphones, all she gets back is “Pardon?”

This causes her to just laugh and point to the headphones on his head. He smirks and pulls them off, “Sorry bout that Ms. Mountains. You know how it can be when a great song really hits you.”

“That I do. I was saying that was a bit of a rough loss for you tonight against Augustino. How are you doing after that?”

Miles just shakes his head, “Getting that first ‘L’ tonight stung. Just a bit. The fact that I’m still here though, after everything, is proof positive that I will not quit. See, I’m not gonna leave here and hit up twitter to bitch about that loss. He got the best of me tonight and I will admit that but now I have no choice, I need to shift my focus. I have O’Malley watching my every single move and he was waiting for me to slip up. It happened tonight, it won’t happen again.”

Rocky nods at this answer, “Well as you know, SCW was quick to announce next week’s Climax Control, and if you hadn’t heard already, you are in the main event.”

Milo laughs briefly and pulls his headphones off before dropping his bag onto the floor, because this has become a fullon interview and he’s just accepting it, “I did see that but I’ll let you earn your paycheck and tell those watching at home exactly what I’m in store for next week.”

“Well it’s a 6 man tag match where it’s champions versus challengers. SCW Champion Alex Jones, Internet Champion Teddy Steele-Warren and the man that you will be challenging at Violent Conduct, Roulette Champion O’Malley as you team up with Alex’s challenger, Jack Washington and Teddy’s challenger Senor Vinnie.”

“That is a mouthful and a half and the half is just the egos alone in this match. Just on the champions side....and maybe Jack. I’m just calling it like I see it, ya know what I mean love?”

“I do. It’s just good to see that your match and the confrontation with O’Malley earlier isn’t deterring you at all.”

“Why would it? It wouldn’t be the first time someone with a need to wear eyeliner tried to motivate me. Or in this case knock me down a peg or two.” Miles smirks to Ms. Mountains for a moment and just shrugs, “O’Malley can have all that swagger in the world, I’m gonna play my cards close to my chest and warn him, from one pirate to another, to once again don’t underestimate me. By hook...or by crook, O’Malley is gonna find himself about 10 pounds lighter very shortly if he doesn’t realize that I am a legit threat to his title.”

At this point Miles reaches down for his bag again and throws it back over his shoulder. “As for my temporary partners, they better be carrying their weight in this match. I have one clear goal in mind, and that is showing O’Malley that all these preconceived notions he’s got about me, is just a small tip of the iceberg. I'm more than prepared to get completely nuts when it comes to him and I.”

“Well we can’t wait to see what you have to bring next week. We’ll see you then and give my best to your girlfriend, I hope she’s healing quickly.”

“I’ll pass the message. See ya then, love.” And with a nod, Miles throws his headphones back up, he steps away for a moment before he slides back in and grabs her hand and gives it a small kiss before walking away again.


My Hole is Deep Enough

Hotel Saxon

“Ok Ms. Wilde, it seems like you are healing up really well. I would suggest trying to use less of the crutches in the next few days, maybe just go down to one. We’re also going to give you this brace and some biofreeze to get it to loosen up. We’ll look into getting you into Physical Therapy very soon, probably by the start of this coming week and get you back to normal.” Miles made a call to a friend to have Nessa looked over by a specialist without having to leave the room. The idea of her even in a car right now didn’t sit well with either of them and he’d do just about anything to protect her after a couple weeks ago. As the trainer finished checking on her leg Miles appeared over her shoulder to look at what he was doing.

“That is awesome news.” Nessa smiles.

The trainer turns to Miles with some paperwork, “I would suggest maybe getting her to walk a little more. Within reason, of course. But she’s doing amazing considering what happened. I saw the pictures, I don’t know how this couldn’t have been worse but blessings and all that.”

“Sounds like a plan, maybe her joining me this week in the gym, using the treadmill a little bit would be a good idea.”

“Actually not a bad idea at all.” he signs off and hands it to Miles, “As for you, how’s the head feeling?”

“Top notch, mate. No issues even since the match last week. I have a feeling the whole thing was a fluke and I was just exhausted. I was more worried about her anyways.”

“Well you got my number, if you have ANY symptoms...”

“I will call you.” Miles turns around and glares at the lovely brunette smiling back at him. “Don’t give me that look, cause after I call him, I’ll call Mack and Levi and there ain’t thing one you can do about it.”

Miles just shakes his head, “Brat.”

“Thanks Ness, alright. I’m officially out of here. I’ll be seeing you next week.” he says as he finishes grabbing up the rest of his items and makes his way out.

“See ya Trev, thanks for everything. And thank Levi for me too.”

“Will do!”

And with that the door closes and Nessa looks at Miles, and there is a noticeable awkwardness in the room, “So...”

“So. At least we got some good news from everything. Felt like we were owed one after the past couple of weeks.”

“Yeah, and having a new car too helps. I would like to get out of here a bit. Maybe join you at SCW this week. I’ve been feeling cooped up, Milo.”

Miles just stands there, “I know, and that can happen. I just wanna make sure you can handle it.”

“After that? I feel like I can handle anything. Including that wandering question you have for me that you never asked me after the hospital.” Ness just glares at him, “Come on Milo, you’ve been back and forth on this all week and it feels like you really want to ask me something important but are holding back. Why?”

She’s calling you out, idiot. Man up...

Miles just sighs and steps towards her and holds her hand, “I know I have and I’m sorry. I just got a bit...freaked out by it after it was done. I shouldn’t have done that to you and you deserve better from me. You deserve a better man than me too.”

“Milo.” Nessa says like ‘Dude, really?’.

“I’m serious Ness, we’ve had a crazy set of months. You saved me from the side of the road when that piece of shit car of mine broke down. My history with Bella and Malachi that may never be settled but I’ve come to peace with. You picking up and moving out here to the desert, just on an ask. I’ve never promised you much but I need to make sure I am the man you deserve before I am able to ask the most of you.”

“Miles Kasey, I came out here because I wanted to be with you. I decided that this, whatever it is between us is worth it and I don’t give a shit about your past. What I do care about is your future and I plan on being a part of this wild ride with you as long as you let me.”

He can’t help but smile and give her a sweet kiss, “Oh, I plan on you sticking around forever, if I got any say in it. Give me to that match against O’Malley at Violent Conduct and I promise ya, it’ll be worth it.”

Nessa sighs, “Ok, but no matter winning or losing, I get my question. Deal?” she sticks out her hand with a broad smile.

“Deal.” Miles shakes her hand and pulls her in and up onto his shoulder.

“Hey!”

He grabs her one crutch and walks out of the room with her, “You heard Trav. You need to get some walking time in!”

“Put me down MILO!”


6 Feet Deep and No Way Out

“Alex, Teddy and O’Malley versus Jack, Vinnie and Miles....a 6 man match for the ages. And you know there are going to be problems.”

Miles stands next to the window looking down at the street of Vegas, not as full as it once was but still the people are coming back.

“Seems like they are just asking for problems this Sunday with all of us in that ring but I’ll be damned if it won’t be the time of my life. This whole thing has the perfect ingredients for something explosive and amazing and just before Violent Conduct? Oh you know shit is going to go down. I’m dead serious as to what I said to Rocky last week. As long as Jack and Vinnie hold up their end of the bargain I too will be there every step of the way. Putting a damper on the champions advantage going into that big event....oh I would revel in that and getting to O’Malley would be that much sweeter. Don’t worry Guyliner, you are just a third of my problem this week as we’re looking at Teddy and Alex. What’s funny is I’m standing here thinking to myself, which team is going to have the most issues? I’ll bet a quid that it won’t be my side of the ring. Alex has been swaggering around here for WEEKS since he defeated Griffin Hawkins to become the Heavyweight Champ and Teddy...well...I don’t know. I have nothing bad to say about him since he straightened his bullshit out.”

Miles just shrugs, “I mean...I really don’t because my focus is locked now. I didn’t know how this was going to go until last week and O’Malley comes up and has the set to tell me that he doesn’t think that I am ready for a championship. I may be the new kid on the block in SCW but to say that to me...well it just motivated me enough to show everyone up. Come Climax Control, I’m gonna show some serious shit in that ring. And O’Malley will get a wake up call of a LIFETIME.

Bet. On. That!”

 Welcome to...Hell-o there!
Tuesday Night/Wednesday Morning

Screen comes to life as we see a pair of blue green eyes looking through the lens.

“Is it recording?” a female voice pops up.

“I don’t know, is the light on?” the camera jerks towards a familiar blonde figure, Bella Madison. She quickly flips it off before it jerks back.

“KASEY! What the fuck are you doing?” a voice with an Irish accent pops up from next to her and we can barely see Malachi holding on to Bella, as the camera that focuses out onto the desert as the group flies through with another group next to it.

“Recording for posterity. If we don’t make it out of this thing alive, we got video evidence. I’ll make sure to send your ma a copy to show how much you're about to get your ass kicked.”

“MILO ENOUGH! We’re here for Mack and Mattie, you instigate a fight with my brother and so help me....” Alanah O’Connell barks out.

“Shut it all of you and get on the same page, we’re about to go into the mouth of hell itself. Get it together or jump!” Jack screams over the roar of the engine.

“Alright, alright. Into the mouth of hell we go.” Miles glances around with a smirk, “Let’s just hope the McKane brothers decided to hold off on the party til we got there.”

The war to end all wars. Not a single person came out unscathed.

Following the insanity, we were all taken to the hospital. The war was over, we won...but the cost was what was left of our innocence. What we all did out there, will never be forgotten but will be talked about in hushed tones in the back. Deny the youngbloods now. But what happened out there, made my choice that much easier. I knew I was doing the right thing.

“Ow, watch it will ya?” Miles Kasey’s voice boom in that loud British tone.

“Sorry, Mr. Kasey. I’m gonna have to redo the other stitches too. Being out in the desert like that may have gotten into your wounds from that other match.” the nurse speaks up looking over everything, “I swear you guys are gonna be the death of me. Hang here, I’m gonna go get some more items. Move and I’ll tell on you.”

“Yes ma’am” he smirks, saluting at the same time. Miles way of being a goofy flirt.

She flicks him in the forehead before leaving as he looks down at the one scratch on his arm, “Milo...Don’t do it.” a voice perks up and Miles looks over and sees Bella Madison looking at him knowingly. “Shana will flick you in a more sensitive spot if you did.”

“I wasn’t gonna touch it.” he says making a face at her, “Yer all patched up I take it?”

“Yeah, apparently being the boss’s daughter has its perks.” she says as she hops onto the table next to him.

“Any word on your pops?” he says shifting over a bit to give her some room.

“No, but mom told me she’d call and let me know. This damn pandemic has us all locked out and getting treated in tents like it’s MASH.”

“You are 21 years old...how the hell do you even know about that show?”

“Late night TV, and I’m 22 now, thank you very much.”

“Oh pardon me, your majesty.” he laughs before he looks around, “Where’s your fiance?”

“Checking on his sister. Hopefully we can all get out of here and back to the hotel....I’m sore in places that I didn’t think were even possible.”

“It was all worth it though, for them.”

“That it was.” a comfortable silence follows for a bit, “So, rumors were true, eh?”

Miles looks at her for a moment as she smirks at him knowingly, “What’s that now?”

“You....in SCW?”

“OH! Yeah! First match this weekend. Not exactly gonna be at 100% but I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Bella can’t stop herself, she burst out laughing, “Always gotta push yourself the hard way, don’t ya?”

“Aye, that I do. Waiting for the rash of shit I’m about to get from the crew about it. But I needed to see, ya know?” he says with a smirk, “Besides, I’m seeing how you and Malachi are doing, I saw Jack’s run. I needed to stretch and just...I needed to know.”

Bella pats his leg for a moment, “I get that completely.”

Shana walks back over and looks at the two chatting, “He tried to touch it didn’t he?”

“Yeah, but I got to him before he did.” Bella says poking at one of his dimples as he just laughs brightly.

“Oi! Quit!” he says pushing her playfully away. “Go find your man before he comes over here and gets the wrong idea.”

“Yeah yeah. I’ll see ya later, Milo.” she hops off the table

“When the hell are you going to stop calling me that?” he looks at her annoyingly at her.

She turns on her heels, “When I get bored with it. And I never will.” his nostrils flare a bit, “AH! GOT THE FLARE! VICTORY IS MINE!”

Shana steps up to him and holds his arm steady, “She knows exactly how to get to you don’t she?”

“She always has.” he says, still staring off the way she went, not noticing what Shana is doing. She puts the cleaner on his wound. “OW! WHAT THE FUCK!”

“Told you I needed to clean it out!” she says with a laugh and a steady hold on his arm.

“Dammit, you women are gonna be the death of me.”


A Return brought up against the Rook

“I am a bloody fuckin’ idiot,” Miles smirks at the camera, the blue green eyes shining brightly, “I don’t even know why I did it but a few weeks ago I found myself at a Climax Control just there to watch and the next thing I know I was knocking on doors, asking what the hell I needed to do to be apart of this place.”

We see him walking around the Staggs Dungeon just looking around, “I have been doing this for little over a year now over in PWS: Apex, became a United Champion....but found myself sort of backburned for a variety of different reasons. I needed to see what it was like to step out of the comfort zone and into SCW.”

“But make no mistake about it, I’m not here for a cup of coffee. Oh no, see, like I said, I’m a bloody fuckin’ idiot that is glutton for punishment. I’m about 90% of where I want to be for this but that was my own doing. I don’t have the rust though, I’m still kicking my own arse day in and day out because that’s what I was taught.”

He stops for a moment, “In case you didn’t know, I’m a Levi Russow student. I know you guys know that name. I know you know what his school produces. I feel like this is the right step for me. Sin City has quite the reputation of some of the best competition out there and that’s exactly what I am lookin’ for. And what better way to do it against a vetern of the ring like Stephen Callaway.”

He smirks only for a second, “The only way I’m a rookie though, is to be inside that 6-sided ring. It’s gonna be a whole new experience and a bunch of new things to spring off of. There’s nothing personal, I’m in this for the experience and to learn. You never stop learning in this business. I went from doing stupidier shit back in the day with Mack McKane, and believe me there is proof of both of our idiot selves fuckin’ each other up. To both of us expanding our horizons. He’s over there in PWS owning the world. Callaway probably thinks he’s getting some fresh out of Levi’s school greenhorn. This is not my first rodeo and I have many more to come.”

“The name is Miles Kasey. My friends call me Milo, but I would prefer you didn’t. It’s gonna be one match at a time....and eventually...if it goes proper? Maybe I will rule the world.” He turns on his heels and makes his way to the door, “But I am just a fuckin’ idiot with the penchant for making people pay attention.”