Going Out Swinging
Backstage of the BTArena
The backstage area of the BTArena, there is quite a commotion going on as security in full force has been split up in 3 different directions attempting to keep 3 very pissed off individuals from going after one another yet again.
One of those individuals?
Miles Kasey.
For weeks, since the start of this Unsolved Mysteries tour...no fuck that...Blaze of Glory was when this whole damn thing began, he has had to play things cool. From the moment Austin took it too far with Carter, to the next show and dealing with that pompous ass Michael Harris and Austin now attacking him and then Harris not being to keep his nose out of anything that doesn’t involve him. Miles has had to be the one to keep the level head.
Well not any more. No more bullshit.
No more 20 minute diatribes about how they are the greatest fucking thing since the invention of the wheel.
And no more attacks from behind.
“Alright! I’m fuckin’ goin’!” his voice boomed across the crowded halls as a third of security made sure that he put as much distance as possible between all three men. He held his hands up, still shirtless, sweating and the aura of him knew that all someone had to say was one wrong thing and there would be another all out brawl.
Kasey felt the eyes on him from all sides as he walked through the halls.
Had this been any other day he would have cared if they thought he had lost his mind, or what eventually made him snap. But he honestly had zero damns to give, let them talk and think what they want at this point.
“Keep moving Kasey,” he heard from the group behind him, getting shoved a bit forward in the process.
This only brought a cocky little smirk to Miles face, as he stood a little taller, “You’ve got nothing to worry about with me, bruv. Just enjoying the scenery a bit.”
And just to add to that, he does a royal wave as he slows his steps. The ire of his trained dogs behind him, rising bit by bit with every passing second.
“GOD DAMMIT KASEY! WILL YOU QUIT BEING AN ASS FOR JUST ONE FUCKING NIGHT?!?!” the biggest of the crew roared at him, officially losing his professional demeanor.
“NO! I WON’T!” He roars back with a turn on his heels, completely smiling, “You wanna know why, boys? Because I’m not going to allow myself to be a mat to the likes of those two. THAT’S why I did what I did tonight. I do not give a RATS ASS who is pissed off at me after everything that I have been put through, that Carter has been put through...”
“MILES! HOLD UP!” out of all the voices and sounds, that was one that was welcomed the most. Miles would try to look over them only to be gripped up by the security. Miles pulled himself sharply away as he heard through the group, “At ease boys, I’m friendly.”
“We’ve been given orders to get him out of the building, Carter.” one of the security guards barked out.
“And I’m not stopping you, just let me through so I can check on him, alright?” Carter said, pushing his way through, in his hands he held his boyfriend’s shirt and hat, and stopping after he gets through, looking at his boyfriend with some concern.
“And then you guys can drag me out of here for dramatic effect of the camera if you really need that for all of your resumes, which I’ll gladly give you all shining letters of recommendations.” Miles jokes to only get stone faces. Clearing his throat, he turns his attention to Carter, he nods towards the group, “Tough room.”
That causes Carter to laugh before his facial expression changes, actually showing that look of concern again, “You alright?”
“Right as rain, babes.” he shrugs, “Not the first time I’ve had my ass kicked and it’s going to be far from the last time but I will be damned if I don’t feel like I got a little something back tonight. I’m just sorry I waited so fucking long to do it.”
Carter just tilts his head, seeing that Miles’ eyes are about as wild as he’s seen them when it comes to things remotely concerning SCW “Why do you say that?”
“Mostly because I let people take liberties with all of it. First it was you being attacked by Austin, I shouldn’t have let him walk out of Blaze of Glory to begin with.” Miles takes a deep breath, trying to think back to when this whole damn thing began. When he sat bedside as Carter was treated for the beating he received back in Vegas from Mercer and how much anger has been building, “I didn’t know what it was about and instead of swinging first and asking questions later, I let myself be the bigger and better person because he’s Wolfslair brethren. Instead, he’s done nothing but talk in circles about how he’s out to teach me this big damn lesson and assuming that my focus isn’t where it should be, that it’s on the SCW Championship...when that couldn’t be further from the truth!”
“I sat back here tonight, listening to Harris go on and on about how my career is such a big joke that I’ve been here for almost 3 years, had only the Roulette but never strived for more. What is absolutely amazing? For a brief moment, that sat in my head and rattled around like maybe he had a point,” and Miles laughed, not bitterly but like it was now all a big joke, “I didn’t come in here like some big headed prick with a resume 10 miles long demanding respect. I have worked my ass off, every fucking step of the way and have let the good things just happen. I EARNED my respect the hard fucking way, because that is exactly how I wanted it to be. Hell, if I had the choice and chance to go back and do it all over again, I’d do it all the same damn way, piranhas and all.”
“I’m sure Christian would’ve liked to have heard that.” Carter jested, as he handed Miles his shirt, reluctantly.
Miles instead of sliding it on, just threw it over his shoulder, instead opting for the hat and pulling that on tight. Those dirty blonde curls, still damp from the sweat on his head poking out from under it, Miles simply smiled, “Oh, don’t get me wrong...I’m still going to give him absolute shit for that til the day I die. In fact, let it be absolutely known for the record that if I had my choice? It would just be Austin and I, one on one, beating the absolute SHIT out of one another. I would have rather gone that path, but hell no, Michael Harris and his giant over-inflated ego rather throw himself into the mix of two individuals that will in no uncertain terms have no issues kicking his fucking head off just right that it will land in the lap of those to TWATS that have done ALL his dirty work for him.”
“All this and Austin wanting to beat you senseless for some reason,” Carter said, “What the hell did you ever do to him?”
“I wish I could tell you, hun. I really truly do. All these supposed attacks on you, on me...threatening to end my career, came out of nowhere. I’m still trying to work it out. All I know is when it comes down to it, no matter what, in 2 weeks I’m going to have to go in swingin’ and if it comes down to it, I will go down swinin’ everything I got at him, just to show him that I’m not going to just simply take my ass kicking without fighting back,” Miles sighs, “Anyways, I know the show isn’t over yet but...”
They both look over at security who during all this haven’t taken their eyes off of them, “The brute squad refuses to take a coffee break and are kicking me out of here. All my shit is still in the locker room.”
“No it’s not.” Carter simply said, which caused Miles to tilt his head with wonder.
“It’s not?”
“Nope,” Carter said, pulling the keys for their rental out of his pocket, “You don’t think I was prepared for the whole night to go absolutely nuts? The minute I saw you make your way over to the TV when Harris came out, I immediately took everything out to the car, just in case we needed to make a quick escape.”
“Well...” Miles looked impressed at his boyfriend. Just knowing his movements, gestures was one thing but knowing when Miles was about to lose his absolute shit, get himself in trouble and manage an escape...that was a horse of a different colour, “I do believe you have earned yourself a treat tonight.”
Carter steps closer, getting lost in Miles’ look which if you knew anything, this was about to get dirty...quick, “Ooo, what are you thinking?”
“Not here, love. The kiddies are still listening.” Miles grabs Carter’s hand and salutes back towards security, “At ease gentlemen. I’m going very much willingly.”
The two make a mad dash for the parking lot leaving security in their dust confused. But Miles just can’t help himself...he stops for a moment and yells back.
“FUCK YOU, FUCK YOUR EGOS, FUCK YOUR DOUBT! SEE YOU IN MY BACKYARD, MOTHER FUCKERS!”
Home Sweet Home
Las Vegas
Well sort of.
What’s that old saying?
Harris would know.
OH YEAH!
“A rolling stone grows no moss.”
Now I know what you are thinking; “But Milo, that’s a negative saying”. I am well aware of that from a certain stand point.
For you see, when I first started with SCW back in 2020, I had stretched myself beyond just SCW. DESPITE what SOME assholes think, I kicked off my professional career only a year before that in PWS:Apex, where believe it or not, I had a bit of success. Not to toot my own horn, but one doesn’t become champion by not truly applying ones craft to where they can grow.
At that time, I had seen opportunity there and with it came the United Championship and a Tag Title run with a kid that was still very much wet behind the ears. So to hell with what one giant void of suck says, I more than earned my stripes before I even put a toe into the door of SCW.
With that being said though, there was something I had realized. Being stretched across two major organizations like that, did put a toll on me personally. I since stepped back and became exclusive, minus a few visits here and there to other places, to just SCW. I dedicated myself to training at Wolfslair back in New York, and I worked my ass off. I wasn’t that skinny kid that walked through those doors, I was determined to actually grow as not just a wrestler but as a person. I put down the roots and with that I was able to do the one thing that escaped me my first two years in SCW.
NOW, despite what some think, I never stopped learning. With the sweet comes the sour. And yeah, my setbacks were absolutely no one’s fault but my own and maybe that’s what pisses people off. I don’t blame my losses on anyone other than me. I cannot and will not be that guy.
You can remember every single piece of shit that tried to destroy you, or you can let it slide off of you into the gutter where they belong.
And seeing as that's where I crawled my way out of, it is not my intention of going back...EVER!
Being in New York, being a part of Wolfslair was an eye opening situation. Under the learning tree of the likes of Alex Jones and Austin James Mercer, opened up the idea that he could just be more than some circus act. It was grounding in every sense of the way, switching up his style of how he would approach a match, keeping his feet on the mat the majority of the time and in the mind sense of he had a whole lot more to learn.
Miles' career is still technically young after all when it comes to being professional and not the stupid shit that brought him to the states to begin with.
But seeing as he recently left the bright lights of New York for the bright lights of Las Vegas and hadn’t really been back since, Miles had to find some place to continue to grow. No, he hadn’t left Wolfslair. At the same time though, he needed something more. Shockingly enough when he brought this up to one White Wolf on one of their very early morning runs through the streets of Las Vegas...
“So what exactly are you looking to do?” Fenris asked with one of their stops, 3 and a half miles from where they stopped the last time. They had only been at it for about an hour now and the sun was just starting to rise across the desert.
Miles quickly learned that if he was going to be out here and forced to do this on the days that end in Y, he would carry a water bottle with him. Mornings now around here were in the 60s and finishing the days off in the mid-90s already. Hydration was key, especially if he was going to keep up with Kristjan. So he took the break chance to chug some water before dumping a little bit on himself to cool down, “If anything, you are the submission specialist when it comes to anyone I know. Back in New York, Alex is the all around guy. Some knowledge when it comes to tying your opponent up in knots. Austin is power, striking and just overall ass-kickery. I feel like when it comes to submission work, it’s lacking.”
Kris looks sorta shocked at his running mate, and how open he is about the situation at hand, as Miles pats his head with the shirt that he kept tucked in the hem of his shirt, “Are you looking to add a submission into your finishes?”
Squinting at Fenris, like he’s trying to pull something further out he just decides to stay on topic, “I’m thinking it’s about time, don’t you? And it’s not like I’m completely clueless, you know damn well how fast I learn and I fully and completely trust you to show me if I’m missing something or I’m a complete and utter ass for even thinking about it.”
“Are you trying to flatter me?”
The annoyed tone of Kristjan’s voice brought a bright smile to Miles’ face, “Is it working?”
“I fucking hate when you do that.” the White Wolf says with a sigh, “You know I’m limited right now cause of the accident.”
“I do but K, but is that going to really stop you? Also, at the end of the day...knowing what is ahead of me...out of the three of us, who would you rather see come out of this with not only the win, but put that assclown Harris in his place and the SCW title off of him?” Miles sighs, “And I know what is going to happen the minute word gets out that I’m working with you. But when it comes to something like this, I feel- no...I know that this is the thing I need. I can’t be complacent when this is perhaps the one and only chance that I’m going to have.”
K just gives him an indignant look, “Miles, there will be plenty of other opportunities.”
That only causes Miles’ to scoff and give a bulging eye look, with broad motions with his arms, “You don’t know that. I could potentially pull a you, fuck myself up and have to take months and months off. I could step out in front of a car and get hit and killed.”
“Drama king. Keep it up and I’ll shove you into traffic.” Kristjan says with a roll of his eyes.
“Yeah, I think Carter’s penchant for the dramatic has transferred to me a bit. Besides you wouldn’t dare, you’d miss having a running partner and your brother would kill you because you know he’s enjoying having days he gets to sleep in now.” Miles laughed.
Kris nods for them to keep going and the two continue their run, “How’s that going, by the way, between you and the kid?”
Miles shrugs, sounding...unsure, “I’d like to think great.”
“Think?”
The two men turn a corner on their path, not even sucking air, just like if they were on a normal walk, even at their pace, “Well, he got word from Alastair that offers are coming in on that hellhole of a loft and it’s only a matter of time until it sells. Once it does, he’ll more than likely have enough to get his own place again...”
“And, you don’t want him to go, do you?” silence sits hard between the two of them, “Milo?”
“I want him to be happy. While living together has its benefits, it brought us closer...”
“Like he’s in your bed every night close...”
“STILL! Even if the idea of having that big place all to myself seems like my own personal hell, if he feels like he wants to find his own place...I’ll support it.” Kristjan stops and steps right in front of Miles' path and gives him that look. Miles' shoulders drop in defeat, and he just shakes his head, “And no, I don’t. But I’m not his ex, I’m NOT going to be a controlling prick. It will be his choice and I’m not going to sway it by saying something stupid.”
Fenris just cracks a smirk, “I have a feeling that may have already happened...It may be beneficial for you both to have another one of those heart to hearts.”
“Last time that happened, we ended up having to call a professional cleaning crew after almost a week.”
“JESUS FUCKIN’ CHRIST! I DIDN’T NEED TO KNOW THAT!” Fenris yells out and turns and continues on his run trying to get away from Miles, who just stands with his hands out.
“BULLSHIT! I had to deal with you and David at all HOURS of the night for a week straight multiple times!”
K by now is almost down the block already, but we still hear, “FUCK OFF KASEY!”
“AWWW K,WAIT FOR ME!” Miles says taking off laughing, just catching up with him.
“I am so going to stretch you, that you are going to cry in regret!”
“That certainly calls for a DIRTY!”
“Why am I friends with you again?”
Sometimes it’s good to have friends that honestly give a fuck about you.
People Will Say What They Want
Still Vegas
“People will say what they want to say and it does not matter what you say or do. You could present evidence to the contrary and shove it their faces and they will tell you without so much as blinking, that you are a fucking liar.”
Miles Kasey’s blue greens eyes stare out into the horizon as the sun sets across Las Vegas. On the balcony that sits just outside the condo’s living room, Miles sits back, legs kicked back, looking out and looking calm.
“Look, I know there is going to be a whole list of shit that is going thrown all around when it comes to not just myself but Michael Harris and Austin James Mercer. There has already been plenty of that because, let’s face it, some people just love the sound of their own voice.”
“Look, I’m not about to sit here and tell the tale of how this whole thing began back weeks ago to now, if you want to relive it then take the time out of your schedules and do it yourself. We can keep going back and forth about who did what and why and when, but it doesn’t change the NOW. The future. Come London, come to Into The Void you are going to see three very strong headed individuals who without a doubt know what they are capable of....and those individuals are going to be out to beat the unholy piss out of one another.”
Miles reaches over and picks up his drink and takes a quick sip.
“I have been accused of many things along the way. That I should be out to collide with Mercer and yet when Harris decided to insert his over-inflated Goodyear blimp size ego into it that somehow my focus shifted to the prize that Harris STOLE from Mac Bane. And yeah, I said it, you fucking thief. I have called it since day fucking one that you are and undeserving pile of shit and ANYONE on this roster would make a better SCW Champion than you.”
“That includes Troll, by the way and yes I just said that shit outloud and no I don’t fucking care who gets pissed off at it. At the end of it all, it can be me or Austin but as long as you aren’t walking out of London with that title, then it’s a win-win for me.”
“As for Austin, I know that her death will always blacken that already dark soul of yours. You said it yourself that you actually have respect but apparently somewhere, I crossed a line. I never meant to slight you in any way, but sometimes...not going to lie...my mouth does like to cash checks my ass isn’t quite ready to handle.”
Miles shrugs for a moment before holding his bottle a little close, and smirks.
“But I know without a shadow of a doubt that even though this is my Mt. Everest, I am not about to back the fuck down from either one of you. I don’t wanna be the guy that puts what little sense we had in our heads, back into yours. I’m going to show you both that at the end of the whole damn thing, that you are going to wonder if I was just holding back.”
He brings his legs down and just glares forward.
“Let me be crystal fucking clear, gentlemen....I will not under any circumstances, hold back. You two wanna know why I am being touted as the next big thing in SCW, while floundering around in the opening matches? Maybe it was cause I wasn’t living up to my potential...maybe it’s because I was content being the entertaining sod. But maybe it is because I know just how fucking dangerous I truly am.”
“Come Into The Void, we’re stepping in my backyard...a place that holds a whole lot of secrets that I am not going to reveal to you now. You’re just gonna have to wait for another episode of Unsolved Mysteries when you find out that I am the one and this is my time.”
