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Supercard Archives / The Improbability of Miles Kasey
« Last post by MiloKasey on April 06, 2024, 11:19:13 PM »Two Weeks Ago
Tucson, AZ
Poor Justin Smith, the kid has heart but at the end of the day, even with his future opponent Peter Vaughn trying to make a statement.
As if he was so easily startled.
First it was trying to pin the blame of being behind his match against Rodrigo. AS IF he had that kind of power, and nothing against Afonso but if there was anyone that Miles would set up against this man to supposedly ‘soften him up’ Afonso and Barnhart weren’t exactly on the top of the list.
He may have been Internet Champ since October, but the amount of pull this man seems to think he had is a next level delusion that even Alexander Raven would have to admire.
Some would think that after their recent matches, and the seemingly inability of getting past the former Roulette Champion...well lets just say that Miles was pegged as being “scared” of Vaughn.
That couldn’t be further from the truth.
That’s why he went out at the end of Vaughn’s match against Rodrigo. He wanted to show Peter that he was watching and was impressed, well until Peter took advantage of things and decided to make a statement.
Did he not realize this was the same man that stared down the likes of Austin James Mercer and Michael Harris and lived to tell about it?
Actually the only thing that night that remotely surprised him was Vaughn not coming at him for some cheap shot to supposedly ‘Make it easier’ to beat him for Blaze of Glory. But to Peter Vaughn’s credit, he stayed stoic while Miles finished off Justin Smith.
And just to show the differences between the two men, Miles shook Justin’s hand, because the point was made in the match, there was absolutely no need for intimidation. He was the bigger man.
When he returned to the locker room, he replayed the events of the match in his mind, Miles couldn't help but scoff at Vaughn's feeble attempt to intimidate him. Despite the numerous times Vaughn had bested him in the past, Miles refused to be cowed by his opponent's tactics. He had faced far greater challenges in the ring and had emerged victorious almost every time. You can’t win them all.
With a shake of his head, Miles rose from his seat and began to pace the length of the locker room. The upcoming match against Vaughn at Blaze of Glory loomed large in his mind, but he refused to let fear or doubt cloud his focus. He knew that Vaughn would stop at nothing to secure the victory, but Miles was more than ready to meet him head-on.
He sighed heavily, “Fuck it.”
He would open the door to the room and look down and they were still set up for any post match interviews and hell, he had something he needed to get off his chest.
He had snagged a towel along the way, wrapped it around his neck, gripping the SCW Internet Championship and throwing it over his broad shoulder and stepped out into the hall.
“Oi! Camera crew! Need ya to hit the record button for me.” he called out as he stepped onto the set.
The crew was on a bit of a break but they needed to hear this one themselves and took their places behind their respective pieces of equipment, even the guy that controlled the boom mic was up on his feet and was quickly in place. They were told when they were hired to be ready for anything at the drop of a hat, and after a while in their respective positions, they had this shit down to a science. And no one in the business did it better.
“Alright, Miles, we are rolling!”
Miles rolled his head back and forth a few times and tried to keep himself from pacing but that feeling went from the toes all the way up to the ends of those curls on his dirty blonde head and a broad smile crossed his face.
"Peter Vaughn thinks he can intimidate me?" Miles muttered to himself, his voice dripping with contempt. He tilted his head, ever so slightly, "He's got another thing coming. Look Peter, I may have lost to you in the past on multiple occasions, but that doesn't mean a damn thing. I've faced bigger, tougher opponents and come out on top every single time."
With a determined glint in his eye, Miles clenched his fists and squared his shoulders. He refused to let Vaughn's mind games get the better of him. This was his chance to prove once and for all that he was not to be underestimated, that he was a force to be reckoned with in Sin City Wrestling.
"So, Peter Vaughn, you think you can scare me?" Miles said, his voice carrying a steely edge. "You think you can beat me with mind games and intimidation tactics? Well, you're dead wrong. Because when we step into that ring at Blaze of Glory, I'm going to show you exactly what I'm made of. Before we went around and around, I was trying to figure out exactly who the hell you are and now I get it. Now I understand. You are hella fuckin’ talented, bruv....but- could it be that you are the one that is really afraid? Survey says and action says after tonight, that you know I am right. I’m not that same shithead that you have beaten."
He looks down at the title, while wiping the sweat from his face with the towel. He knows how much he’s grown. THEY know how much he’s grown. He no longer takes anything lightly, even himself.
“Nah, see- YOU KNOW that the Miles Kasey you are facing in just a few weeks at Blaze, he’s not the guy that scratched and clawed his way to the Roulette Championship, he’s not the guy that took it on the chin every single time just to get a moment. I’m the bloody SCW Internet Champion, you want this title, you have to beat ME. You take your intimidation, mate, and you shove it up your arse. I’ll see you in Flagstaff.”
With a wink and a final nod of defiance, determination and confidence, Miles headed off the set and back down the hall, his mind focused on one thing and one thing only: victory. In a few weeks time, he had to bring it all together, he was going to put in the work, he was going to overcome something that he considered a black mark.
He was going to beat that bastard, once and for all.
Even if it killed him.
Must Needed
From then on out, for 2 weeks straight Miles found his way into a gym somewhere and would put in as much time as he could. He was even working extra with Fenris inside the Go Gym as of late, but something wasn’t feeling right about the whole situation though. He was strangely moody, not really interacting with people like he usually did.
He wasn’t sure what it was.
Carter did though.
The minute they landed Carter saw it, Miles let go of a breath he was holding on to for a long long time. Miles would look over to Carter and grab his hand that had the ring that he just placed the ring on just a couple months ago.
“There you are.” Carter said, looking out the window to where they landed, it was just sunrise there, “Is that the sun?”
“Yeah, it shines here once in a while.” Miles said with a smile, one of the brightest that’s been seen in days, “I wanna get out there and just take it all in.”
Feeding off the excitement of his fiance, Carter laughed and he let Miles take the lead once the plane was stopped and they could get through everything that they needed too, “What’s the plan?”
“Get to the rental and straight to the surprise.” Miles was biting at the bit, customs better be quick about it because he was hell bent on getting to where they really wanted to go.
“And they have no idea?”
Miles just shook his head, “Not a one. I’m actually really excited about this, we haven’t really seen them since they all came over for Christmas beyond the video chats.”
Between the insanity of their engagement, on the road every week since and all the legal issues with Karen and then Carter’s other grandmother, the whole thing was wearing on them both and it was nice to get a break, and get a chance to do this. Something Miles needed desperately.
“I really wish you had said something about being homesick though. You picked a fight with Fenris when he was trying to help you with that submission you guys have been working on.”
Miles nodded and then moved to shaking his head, “Yeah, well...” he was good about opening up his feelings for Carter but for other things, sometimes, not so much.
Carter grabbed Miles’ hand a little more tighter and pulled it to him to pull Miles' attention to him, “No well about it babe. Especially when you told me lately that you’re thinking that you were gonna ask him about being in the wedding on your side of everything.”
Miles just sighed, and laughed at the whole situation. K was gonna stretch him for sure the next time he saw him. Even he was getting on his own nerves from the situation so he’d welcome it, “I’m aware. I’ll apologize when I get back and ask him then. But we got some other things to take care of first. And thank you again, love, for this and for everything else.”
About 45 minutes later...
As the morning sun began to cast its golden rays over the quiet London street, Brianna sat in her living room, sipping on a steaming cup of tea. It was a peaceful moment, the only sound the gentle ticking of the clock on the wall. Riley hadn’t woken up yet, Garrett had a rare late day start and her mother, who had moved in with them from Manchester recently for a better job and to be closer her daughter and first grandchild, was already busy for the day.
Suddenly, her attention was drawn to the window as she noticed a car pulling up outside. Frowning in confusion, she set her tea down on the coffee table and moved closer to get a better look.
"Who could that be at this hour?" she wondered aloud, her brow furrowing in curiosity.
Mora, her mother, who was in the kitchen preparing breakfast, glanced over at her daughter with a questioning look. "What's going on, Bri?" she asked, her voice tinged with concern.
Brianna shook her head, still trying to make out the figure stepping out of the car. "I'm not sure," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. "But I think... oh my god...It’s Miles!!!."
At the mention of her son's name, Mora's eyes widened in shock, and she hurried to join Brianna at the window. Together, they watched in stunned silence as Miles stopped for a moment and took a deep breath of the air and then joined Carter as they made their way up the path to the front door, hand in hand.
Mora's heart began to race with excitement, her hands trembling slightly as she reached out to grasp Brianna's arm. "It is him," she said, her voice trembling with emotion. "It's Miles."
Brianna could hardly believe her eyes, her heart pounding in her chest as she watched her brother approach. Before Miles even could reach the door though, Bri ran over and ripped open her front door and jumped right into her brother’s arms. “I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU!!!!” she screamed out as she engulfed her twin brother.
Miles simply grinned in response, his eyes shining with excitement as he wrapped her up into a tight hug. "Surprise!" he exclaimed, his voice filled with joy.
Tears welled up in Brianna's eyes as she hugged her brother back, feeling a rush of emotion wash over her at the sight of him standing there in front of her. “I hate you sometimes, you know that?”
“Don’t lie, sis.” When the duo finally let go they looked to their mum, the woman that raised them by herself from about 2005 on stood there in shock. “Hi mum, I’m home.”
Mora couldn't help but let out a choked sob as she wrapped her arms around both of them, feeling overwhelmed with happiness at having her son home again.
“Oh, you are such a sight for sore eyes.” Mora steps back, “And Carter...” she holds out her arm, “It is wonderful to see you too, dear.”
“You can thank him for this too,” Miles said, as he let go of his family and wrapped his arm around his fiance’s shoulder, “We have just been on the go so much and it was wearing on us both, and while we saw his mum and grams quite a bit, he realized that we hadn’t really had a chance to visit and really celebrate like we want with you guys.”
Miles had always said that his family worked almost every day, “I do hope this is alright, we got a whole week where we don’t have to be anywhere and well...”
Mora just pulled Carter into a hug, and after a moment we hear, “Thank you.”
“Trust me, Carter you guys are ALWAYS welcome. We’re family after all.”
Mora steps back and motions to the door, “Come on in, I’ll put on a fresh pot of tea, you boys must be hungry.”
Bri just laughs as she follows her mom inside, and Miles just stands there with a smile, as Carter is a little dumbfounded still, “I think you just earned a lot of points with mum and Bri.”
“And we’ve only just begun.”
The Improbability of Miles Kasey
"Sometimes, life throws you a curveball. You think you've got it all figured out, you think you know where you're headed, and then bam! Everything changes in an instant. But you know what? That's okay. Because it's those unexpected moments, those surprises that make life worth living.
Take today, for example. Here I am, standing in my family’s home in London, surrounded by the people I love most in this world. And how did I get here? Through a series of twists and turns, through ups and downs, through moments of doubt and moments of triumph.
But through it all, there's been one constant: love. Love for my family, love for my friends, love for the journey itself. Because at the end of the day, that's what matters most – the connections we make, the memories we create, the love we share.
So here's to the unexpected, to the surprises that keep life interesting, to the moments that take our breath away. And here's to love, in all its beautiful and unpredictable forms. Because as long as we have love in our hearts, we can weather any storm, overcome any obstacle, and find our way back home."
"Life's funny, isn't it? One moment you're on top of the world, and the next, you're staring down your toughest opponent yet. Peter Vaughn. The name alone is enough to send shivers down the spines of most wrestlers in the business. But not me.
Sure, Vaughn's got a reputation. He's beaten me before, more times than I care to admit. But you know what? That doesn't faze me. It doesn't intimidate me. Because I KNOW that I have faced tougher challenges in this ring, and I've come out on top every single time.
Vaughn likes to play mind games, likes to think he's got me all figured out. But he couldn't be more wrong. It may sound cliche but I'm not the same guy he faced in those matches. I've grown, I've evolved, I've become something he never expected.
And sure, he may think that he has the upper hand right now. He may think he's got me right where he wants me. But he's in for a rude awakening. Because when we step into that ring at Blaze of Glory, I'm going to show him what I'm made of.
I'm going to show him that he's not dealing with that Milo anymore, the one that he beat down on a few occasions. No, this Milo is something different, I'm the SCW Internet Champion, damn it, and I didn't get here by backing down from a challenge. I didn’t remain here for 7 fuckin’ months by sherking at the opportunities that were put in front of me. I beat the odds, I overcame what many said was not possible. I made it all and I still am standing. So, Peter Vaughn, you better bring everything you've got. Because I'm coming for you, and I'm not leaving without that elusive victory.
And when it's all said and done, when I've got my hand raised in victory, I'll look back on this moment and laugh. Because Peter Vaughn may be tough, but he's no match for the improbability of Miles Kasey."
Tucson, AZ
Poor Justin Smith, the kid has heart but at the end of the day, even with his future opponent Peter Vaughn trying to make a statement.
As if he was so easily startled.
First it was trying to pin the blame of being behind his match against Rodrigo. AS IF he had that kind of power, and nothing against Afonso but if there was anyone that Miles would set up against this man to supposedly ‘soften him up’ Afonso and Barnhart weren’t exactly on the top of the list.
He may have been Internet Champ since October, but the amount of pull this man seems to think he had is a next level delusion that even Alexander Raven would have to admire.
Some would think that after their recent matches, and the seemingly inability of getting past the former Roulette Champion...well lets just say that Miles was pegged as being “scared” of Vaughn.
That couldn’t be further from the truth.
That’s why he went out at the end of Vaughn’s match against Rodrigo. He wanted to show Peter that he was watching and was impressed, well until Peter took advantage of things and decided to make a statement.
Did he not realize this was the same man that stared down the likes of Austin James Mercer and Michael Harris and lived to tell about it?
Actually the only thing that night that remotely surprised him was Vaughn not coming at him for some cheap shot to supposedly ‘Make it easier’ to beat him for Blaze of Glory. But to Peter Vaughn’s credit, he stayed stoic while Miles finished off Justin Smith.
And just to show the differences between the two men, Miles shook Justin’s hand, because the point was made in the match, there was absolutely no need for intimidation. He was the bigger man.
When he returned to the locker room, he replayed the events of the match in his mind, Miles couldn't help but scoff at Vaughn's feeble attempt to intimidate him. Despite the numerous times Vaughn had bested him in the past, Miles refused to be cowed by his opponent's tactics. He had faced far greater challenges in the ring and had emerged victorious almost every time. You can’t win them all.
With a shake of his head, Miles rose from his seat and began to pace the length of the locker room. The upcoming match against Vaughn at Blaze of Glory loomed large in his mind, but he refused to let fear or doubt cloud his focus. He knew that Vaughn would stop at nothing to secure the victory, but Miles was more than ready to meet him head-on.
He sighed heavily, “Fuck it.”
He would open the door to the room and look down and they were still set up for any post match interviews and hell, he had something he needed to get off his chest.
He had snagged a towel along the way, wrapped it around his neck, gripping the SCW Internet Championship and throwing it over his broad shoulder and stepped out into the hall.
“Oi! Camera crew! Need ya to hit the record button for me.” he called out as he stepped onto the set.
The crew was on a bit of a break but they needed to hear this one themselves and took their places behind their respective pieces of equipment, even the guy that controlled the boom mic was up on his feet and was quickly in place. They were told when they were hired to be ready for anything at the drop of a hat, and after a while in their respective positions, they had this shit down to a science. And no one in the business did it better.
“Alright, Miles, we are rolling!”
Miles rolled his head back and forth a few times and tried to keep himself from pacing but that feeling went from the toes all the way up to the ends of those curls on his dirty blonde head and a broad smile crossed his face.
"Peter Vaughn thinks he can intimidate me?" Miles muttered to himself, his voice dripping with contempt. He tilted his head, ever so slightly, "He's got another thing coming. Look Peter, I may have lost to you in the past on multiple occasions, but that doesn't mean a damn thing. I've faced bigger, tougher opponents and come out on top every single time."
With a determined glint in his eye, Miles clenched his fists and squared his shoulders. He refused to let Vaughn's mind games get the better of him. This was his chance to prove once and for all that he was not to be underestimated, that he was a force to be reckoned with in Sin City Wrestling.
"So, Peter Vaughn, you think you can scare me?" Miles said, his voice carrying a steely edge. "You think you can beat me with mind games and intimidation tactics? Well, you're dead wrong. Because when we step into that ring at Blaze of Glory, I'm going to show you exactly what I'm made of. Before we went around and around, I was trying to figure out exactly who the hell you are and now I get it. Now I understand. You are hella fuckin’ talented, bruv....but- could it be that you are the one that is really afraid? Survey says and action says after tonight, that you know I am right. I’m not that same shithead that you have beaten."
He looks down at the title, while wiping the sweat from his face with the towel. He knows how much he’s grown. THEY know how much he’s grown. He no longer takes anything lightly, even himself.
“Nah, see- YOU KNOW that the Miles Kasey you are facing in just a few weeks at Blaze, he’s not the guy that scratched and clawed his way to the Roulette Championship, he’s not the guy that took it on the chin every single time just to get a moment. I’m the bloody SCW Internet Champion, you want this title, you have to beat ME. You take your intimidation, mate, and you shove it up your arse. I’ll see you in Flagstaff.”
With a wink and a final nod of defiance, determination and confidence, Miles headed off the set and back down the hall, his mind focused on one thing and one thing only: victory. In a few weeks time, he had to bring it all together, he was going to put in the work, he was going to overcome something that he considered a black mark.
He was going to beat that bastard, once and for all.
Even if it killed him.
Must Needed
From then on out, for 2 weeks straight Miles found his way into a gym somewhere and would put in as much time as he could. He was even working extra with Fenris inside the Go Gym as of late, but something wasn’t feeling right about the whole situation though. He was strangely moody, not really interacting with people like he usually did.
He wasn’t sure what it was.
Carter did though.
The minute they landed Carter saw it, Miles let go of a breath he was holding on to for a long long time. Miles would look over to Carter and grab his hand that had the ring that he just placed the ring on just a couple months ago.
“There you are.” Carter said, looking out the window to where they landed, it was just sunrise there, “Is that the sun?”
“Yeah, it shines here once in a while.” Miles said with a smile, one of the brightest that’s been seen in days, “I wanna get out there and just take it all in.”
Feeding off the excitement of his fiance, Carter laughed and he let Miles take the lead once the plane was stopped and they could get through everything that they needed too, “What’s the plan?”
“Get to the rental and straight to the surprise.” Miles was biting at the bit, customs better be quick about it because he was hell bent on getting to where they really wanted to go.
“And they have no idea?”
Miles just shook his head, “Not a one. I’m actually really excited about this, we haven’t really seen them since they all came over for Christmas beyond the video chats.”
Between the insanity of their engagement, on the road every week since and all the legal issues with Karen and then Carter’s other grandmother, the whole thing was wearing on them both and it was nice to get a break, and get a chance to do this. Something Miles needed desperately.
“I really wish you had said something about being homesick though. You picked a fight with Fenris when he was trying to help you with that submission you guys have been working on.”
Miles nodded and then moved to shaking his head, “Yeah, well...” he was good about opening up his feelings for Carter but for other things, sometimes, not so much.
Carter grabbed Miles’ hand a little more tighter and pulled it to him to pull Miles' attention to him, “No well about it babe. Especially when you told me lately that you’re thinking that you were gonna ask him about being in the wedding on your side of everything.”
Miles just sighed, and laughed at the whole situation. K was gonna stretch him for sure the next time he saw him. Even he was getting on his own nerves from the situation so he’d welcome it, “I’m aware. I’ll apologize when I get back and ask him then. But we got some other things to take care of first. And thank you again, love, for this and for everything else.”
About 45 minutes later...
As the morning sun began to cast its golden rays over the quiet London street, Brianna sat in her living room, sipping on a steaming cup of tea. It was a peaceful moment, the only sound the gentle ticking of the clock on the wall. Riley hadn’t woken up yet, Garrett had a rare late day start and her mother, who had moved in with them from Manchester recently for a better job and to be closer her daughter and first grandchild, was already busy for the day.
Suddenly, her attention was drawn to the window as she noticed a car pulling up outside. Frowning in confusion, she set her tea down on the coffee table and moved closer to get a better look.
"Who could that be at this hour?" she wondered aloud, her brow furrowing in curiosity.
Mora, her mother, who was in the kitchen preparing breakfast, glanced over at her daughter with a questioning look. "What's going on, Bri?" she asked, her voice tinged with concern.
Brianna shook her head, still trying to make out the figure stepping out of the car. "I'm not sure," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. "But I think... oh my god...It’s Miles!!!."
At the mention of her son's name, Mora's eyes widened in shock, and she hurried to join Brianna at the window. Together, they watched in stunned silence as Miles stopped for a moment and took a deep breath of the air and then joined Carter as they made their way up the path to the front door, hand in hand.
Mora's heart began to race with excitement, her hands trembling slightly as she reached out to grasp Brianna's arm. "It is him," she said, her voice trembling with emotion. "It's Miles."
Brianna could hardly believe her eyes, her heart pounding in her chest as she watched her brother approach. Before Miles even could reach the door though, Bri ran over and ripped open her front door and jumped right into her brother’s arms. “I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU!!!!” she screamed out as she engulfed her twin brother.
Miles simply grinned in response, his eyes shining with excitement as he wrapped her up into a tight hug. "Surprise!" he exclaimed, his voice filled with joy.
Tears welled up in Brianna's eyes as she hugged her brother back, feeling a rush of emotion wash over her at the sight of him standing there in front of her. “I hate you sometimes, you know that?”
“Don’t lie, sis.” When the duo finally let go they looked to their mum, the woman that raised them by herself from about 2005 on stood there in shock. “Hi mum, I’m home.”
Mora couldn't help but let out a choked sob as she wrapped her arms around both of them, feeling overwhelmed with happiness at having her son home again.
“Oh, you are such a sight for sore eyes.” Mora steps back, “And Carter...” she holds out her arm, “It is wonderful to see you too, dear.”
“You can thank him for this too,” Miles said, as he let go of his family and wrapped his arm around his fiance’s shoulder, “We have just been on the go so much and it was wearing on us both, and while we saw his mum and grams quite a bit, he realized that we hadn’t really had a chance to visit and really celebrate like we want with you guys.”
Miles had always said that his family worked almost every day, “I do hope this is alright, we got a whole week where we don’t have to be anywhere and well...”
Mora just pulled Carter into a hug, and after a moment we hear, “Thank you.”
“Trust me, Carter you guys are ALWAYS welcome. We’re family after all.”
Mora steps back and motions to the door, “Come on in, I’ll put on a fresh pot of tea, you boys must be hungry.”
Bri just laughs as she follows her mom inside, and Miles just stands there with a smile, as Carter is a little dumbfounded still, “I think you just earned a lot of points with mum and Bri.”
“And we’ve only just begun.”
The Improbability of Miles Kasey
"Sometimes, life throws you a curveball. You think you've got it all figured out, you think you know where you're headed, and then bam! Everything changes in an instant. But you know what? That's okay. Because it's those unexpected moments, those surprises that make life worth living.
Take today, for example. Here I am, standing in my family’s home in London, surrounded by the people I love most in this world. And how did I get here? Through a series of twists and turns, through ups and downs, through moments of doubt and moments of triumph.
But through it all, there's been one constant: love. Love for my family, love for my friends, love for the journey itself. Because at the end of the day, that's what matters most – the connections we make, the memories we create, the love we share.
So here's to the unexpected, to the surprises that keep life interesting, to the moments that take our breath away. And here's to love, in all its beautiful and unpredictable forms. Because as long as we have love in our hearts, we can weather any storm, overcome any obstacle, and find our way back home."
"Life's funny, isn't it? One moment you're on top of the world, and the next, you're staring down your toughest opponent yet. Peter Vaughn. The name alone is enough to send shivers down the spines of most wrestlers in the business. But not me.
Sure, Vaughn's got a reputation. He's beaten me before, more times than I care to admit. But you know what? That doesn't faze me. It doesn't intimidate me. Because I KNOW that I have faced tougher challenges in this ring, and I've come out on top every single time.
Vaughn likes to play mind games, likes to think he's got me all figured out. But he couldn't be more wrong. It may sound cliche but I'm not the same guy he faced in those matches. I've grown, I've evolved, I've become something he never expected.
And sure, he may think that he has the upper hand right now. He may think he's got me right where he wants me. But he's in for a rude awakening. Because when we step into that ring at Blaze of Glory, I'm going to show him what I'm made of.
I'm going to show him that he's not dealing with that Milo anymore, the one that he beat down on a few occasions. No, this Milo is something different, I'm the SCW Internet Champion, damn it, and I didn't get here by backing down from a challenge. I didn’t remain here for 7 fuckin’ months by sherking at the opportunities that were put in front of me. I beat the odds, I overcame what many said was not possible. I made it all and I still am standing. So, Peter Vaughn, you better bring everything you've got. Because I'm coming for you, and I'm not leaving without that elusive victory.
And when it's all said and done, when I've got my hand raised in victory, I'll look back on this moment and laugh. Because Peter Vaughn may be tough, but he's no match for the improbability of Miles Kasey."