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Game Night
Turnberry Towers
Las Vegas, NV
The condo felt alive again, not loud in the chaotic, overwhelming way but just full and warm. The kind of noise that came from people settling into each other’s presence instead of fighting against it. Miles stood at the dining table, flipping open the box of Clue with one hand while using the other to shove aside a stack of unopened mail that had no business being part of game night.
“Alright, who keeps losing the damn candlestick?” he muttered, digging through the plastic insert.
“I didn’t lose it!” Kevin shot back from the other side of the table, already halfway through setting up the board, "You’re the one who said we didn’t need it last time.”
“Yeah, because you tried to accuse me with it in a room that didn’t even exist,” Miles fired back without looking up.
“That’s strategy!”
“That’s cheating.”
Across the table, Carter leaned back in his chair, watching the exchange with a faint smirk, one arm draped casually along the backrest like he was just enjoying the show, "Let the boy innovate,” Carter chimed in, "Clearly he’s thinking outside the box.”
Miles glanced up at him, "That box has rules.”
“And you hate rules,” Carter shot back smoothly.
Miles narrowed his eyes just slightly, "I mean fair but...Depends who’s enforcing ‘em.”
That got a small laugh out of LJ, who was busy helping Ashlynn sort through the character pieces.
“Okay but I call Miss Scarlet,” Ashlynn announced quickly, scooping up the piece before anyone else could reach for it.
“Every time,” Kevin muttered.
“Because she wins,” Ash fired right back.
Ally laughed softly from beside them, handing over a handful of cards, "Confidence is key.”
“Or she’s just lucky,” Kevin grumbled.
“Or you’re just bad,” LJ added without missing a beat.
Kevin shot him a look, "Wow. Support from the uncle-ly figure. Gotta love that.”
Miles finally found the missing piece, holding up the candlestick like it had personally offended him, "Found it.”
“See?” Kevin pointed, "You lost it.”
Miles didn’t even blink, "I relocated it.”
Carter snorted quietly at that, shaking his head, "Of course you did.”
The conversation shifted easily after that, flowing into talk about the upcoming tour, talking about their first stop, Germany. A different kind of energy crept in then. Anticipation. Curiosity.
Ashlynn leaned forward, eyes bright, "Are there castles there? Like real ones?”
“Yeah,” LJ nodded, "Actual castles. Old ones too.”
Kevin perked up immediately, "Wait, can we go to one?”
“That depends,” Carter said, glancing toward Miles with just enough amusement, "Think we can fit the castle-hopping into your very serious wrestling schedule?”
Miles shrugged, setting the last of the pieces down, "Depends how many people I have to knock out first.”
“See?” Carter gestured lightly, "Priorities.”
Ashlynn leaned even closer now, "I wanna see one. Like a big one. With towers and everything.”
“We’ll figure something out,” Ally assured her gently.
Kevin nodded quickly, "Yeah, and food. I wanna try the food.”
“Of course you do,” LJ muttered.
Before Kevin could fire back, the front door opened. Connor stepped in like a hero returning from battle, arms full, stacked, with pizza boxes, "Alright, I bring offerings!”
The room immediately shifted, "Finally,” Miles said, straightening slightly, "Thought you got lost.”
Connor kicked the door shut behind him, "Sir, do you know how many people are ordering pizza on a Friday night? I fought for this.”
He set the boxes down with a bit of flair.
Kevin was already halfway there, "What’d you get?”
“Everything,” Connor said proudly.
“That’s not helpful.”
“It’s pizza. It’s all helpful.”
The energy lifted even more now, with movement, voices overlapping, people shifting toward the table. Miles reached for a plate, and his phone buzzed and then again. It wasn’t loud, but it was enough and his eyes dropped to the screen. The name there was enough to still his movement for just for a second.
No one else noticed, except Carter of course. Miles picked up the phone, already stepping back, "Give me a second.”
It was casual and easy. Nothing out of the ordinary. He moved through the living space, sliding the balcony door open and stepping out into the cooler night air before answering. The noise inside dulled instantly behind the glass. Now it was just him and the city. Miles lifted the phone to his ear.
“Yeah.”
There was no greeting or small talk needed. A voice came through on the other end, low, steady, familiar.
Miles listened as his posture shifted almost immediately. It wasn’t tense but focused.
“Narrowed it down how?” he asked, gaze drifting out over the Strip.
He listened again, longer this time as his jaw tightened just slightly.
“Alright... keep talking.”
This time around there is a lot more detail. Very specific from his contact and just enough that Miles’ grip on the phone tightened a fraction.
“You’re sure? ...A hospital? What the fuck would he be doin’...”
The words came out quieter and sharper, like it mattered more than anything else said so far.
He turned slightly, and that’s when he saw him standing there.
Carter, standing just inside the doorway and not interrupting or speaking. Just watching his husband on the phone and Miles held his gaze for half a second, then looked away back out over the city. Focusing back to the voice in his ear. His voice dropped, quieter now and in a tone so sharp it would slice leather.
“Say that again?”
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The Night Before
Hotel Outside Europa-Park, Germany
The room was quiet but not the kind of quiet that felt empty, just still. The kind that settles in after a long day of travel, when everything finally stops moving and your body hasn’t quite caught up yet.
Miles Kasey stood near the window, looking out over unfamiliar ground. Germany didn’t look like Vegas.
No neon bleeding through the glass. No constant hum of life or air conditioning pushing back at the silence. Just scattered lights, distant roads, and a calm that felt almost unnatural.
He rolled his shoulders once, slow, working out tension that never really left anymore. The SCW Internet Championship sat on the small table behind him, within reach. It was always within reach but he hadn’t touched it since he set it down. He didn’t need to.
His reflection stared back at him in the glass, faint, layered over the outside world. For a second, he just watched it and studied it.
Then he just let out a slow breath, “You ever get tired of hearing the same thing over and over again?”
His voice broke the silence, low and even, like he’d already been having this conversation long before anyone else tuned in and there was no camera crew in his face.
Just a phone, propped up somewhere behind him, catching it all.
“Because that’s what this has been, hasn’t it, Alex?” He turns slightly, just enough that his reflection shifts with him, "The same conversation but it’s just a different week.”
A small breath leaves him.
“You beat me. I beat you and we keep going back and forth like that’s supposed to settle something.”
His jaw tightens slightly.
“But it doesn’t.” He pushes off the window, pacing once across the room, slow and deliberate, "You keep talking about being next. You are always going on and on about how you’ve already proven yourself.”
He stops near the table, glancing down at the title, not picking it up.
“And you know, I’m not going to sit here and pretend that you haven’t, your entire resume tells everyone with half a brain that you have. But I’m also not gonna stand here and pretend you’re not a problem. You are but here is the major difference, after you decided to put yourself in to be the next in line...I decided to be the whole ass problem.”
“You’re the one guy in that locker room right now that I can’t afford to take lightly, that I won’t take lightly. Especially with what this match means.”
He steps around the table, resting his hand briefly against it, fingers brushing near the edge of the championship.
“But here’s the part you still don’t understand...This isn’t about whether you can beat me because you can. WE ALL KNOW IT! Fuck, I’ve felt it and I know exactly what you bring into that ring but I also know what happens after that.”
His tone sharpens just a touch.
“I get back up. You don’t go away and neither do I.”
He exhales slowly.
“That’s the difference between a fight... and a finish. And on Sunday? That’s what this is.”
He finally reaches for the title, lifting it just enough to let the weight settle in his hand before resting it against his shoulder.
“Not a defense. Not a rematch. This is the end of it because once I am done with you, I am going to be fully focused on the one place you wanted me to focus on through ALL of this.”
He steps closer to where the phone is set, closing that distance just enough to feel intentional.
“You keep talking about knocking on doors.”
A faint smirk touches his lips.
“Still doing that, yeah? I told you before... I don’t knock. I kick doors in and right now?”
He gestures slightly with his free hand.
“You’re the only thing standing in that doorway. You want Raven? So do I. That’s where this goes. That’s what this turns into. But you don’t get there unless you go through me.”
He steps closer one last time, now fully framed, no reflection, just him.
“And that’s the part you haven’t been able to do consistently. You’ve beaten me. I’ve beaten you but you haven’t finished it and when it comes to Climax Control?”
His grip on the title tightens just slightly.
“I’m not giving you another chance to try. So bring everything you’ve got, Alex. Because you know damn well that I will. And when it’s done...there won’t be anything left to argue about.”
He reaches forward and the screen cuts.