Saturday Night
Westminster Hotel
London

While it wasn’t the most popular choice, at Miles' insistence, to keep from crowding his sister’s home with two more bodies, he checked himself and Carter into a hotel for the stay. And if anything after having to deal with Garrett’s mother, they could always use some split time away from one another to just breathe.

“Miles, are you sure everything is okay?” a female voice came through the phone as Miles rode down the elevator, “You and Carter just seemed so drained even after we got that ...witch out of there.”

“Trust me, Bri, it is fine.” He would look up and around, one thing about London, cameras everywhere and here was no exception, “Carter is feeling horrible about the things he said to Garrett’s mother, so be prepared for a never-ending string of texts, DMs, calls, and maybe even some amazing arrangements of flowers and whatever he comes up with Garrett as an apology.”

“That’s really not necessary, the way she has treated Carter since our wedding, then mom and how she was so snooty to you...”

“And to you and to her own damn son. I’m honestly at the point where if my brother-in-law doesn’t at least go no contact with that bitch, I may lose a little respect for him."

The elevator dings, and Miles steps out onto the marble flooring.

“Oh, don’t you worry about that. What are you up to anyway?”

“Came down because we ran out of towels and the front desk wasn’t answering so I’m taking matters into my own hands.” But as he turned to talk to the front desk, no one was there, “Lovely, apparently they decided to pop off to have a smoke.”

“Maybe they're getting freaky in the back?”

“If this wasn’t a highly respected hotel, I would say perhaps,” he laughed, looking around, but his eyes stopped short when he caught a figure sitting in the lobby, staring with so much distance and fire that if it were all possible, she would probably be able to drop him dead where he stands, “Oh, apparently the bitch’s broomstick still works.”

“She’s THERE?!? Alright, fuck this, I’m coming right over.”

“No, don’t bother. It’s time I handle this bitch myself. If I need help hiding the body...”

“I’ll keep the kettle warm.”

Wendy Barnes. This woman is a thorn in his family’s side, and it is going to come to an end.

Miles would set her right, once and for all.

In about five wide strides into the lobby, he practically stood over her, her eyes never leaving his, “Wendy, taking to stalking your in-laws now?”

“Mm, something like that. Honestly, Miles, the way you and your lot acted tonight...”

“Was exactly what you deserved, Wendy. First of all, you are lucky my sister can handle herself and Garrett won’t stand for your... what’s a polite way to put this... snobbery?”

Wendy's expression remained cold and calculating as she tilted her head slightly, studying Miles with a mixture of disdain and curiosity. “I have every right to be concerned about my son's well-being, Miles. And after what I witnessed tonight, I have serious doubts about the stability of your family dynamic.”

Miles gritted his teeth, his patience wearing thin with every word that came out of Wendy's mouth. “Our family dynamic is none of your concern,” he retorted sharply. “And as for Garrett, he's a grown man capable of making his own decisions. It is really true what they say that you can pick your friends but not your family, at least the ones by blood. But, seeing as he even had enough of your shenanigans at dinner, I would seriously reconsider how you handle yourself around your son, if I were you.”

Wendy's eyes narrowed, and for a moment, Miles could see the flicker of anger behind her cold facade. “You think you know everything, don't you? But let me tell you something, Miles Kasey. You may have everyone else fooled with your charming smile and your flashy wrestling career, but I see right through you. I know exactly what kind of man you are.”

Miles felt a surge of anger bubbling up inside him, but he forced himself to stay calm. He couldn't let Wendy get to him, not now. “Oh, do you now?” he replied, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “And what kind of man am I, in your esteemed opinion?”

Wendy leaned in closer, her voice barely above a whisper. “Besides the filthy lifestyle with your...partner...You're just like your father,” she hissed. “A coward and a failure.”

The words hit Miles like a punch to the gut, and for a moment, he was speechless. His father had always been a sore subject, a painful reminder of everything Miles had tried to escape from. And here was Wendy, throwing his father's failures back in his face like a weapon.

But Miles refused to let her see how much her words had affected him. With a steely glare, he straightened up to his full height, towering over Wendy as he locked eyes with her. “You have no idea what you're talking about,” he said, his voice cold and hard. “And if you ever dare to compare me to my father again, I swear to God, you'll regret it. I hated that man, even in death and what he did to my mum and to Bri and I and God knows who else...so...if you excuse me.”

Miles turned to try and grab the attention of the front desk staff and to leave this woman in her own self-pity and Wendy recoiled slightly at the intensity in Miles' voice, but she quickly composed herself and stood up to face him. “You can threaten me all you want, Miles. But I won't stand idly by and watch you destroy my family.”

“Your family?” Miles scoffed. “Last time I checked, Garrett was the one that married Bri, he is the father of your only grandchild, who for some reason absolutely adores you. The only reason you seem to have a problem with any of it is because Bri’s twin brother is in a committed relationship with another man. And somehow you think that destroys your precious family dynamic. That has been obvious to practically everyone since you had the pleasure of meeting me. You really need to get your priorities straight before you end up utterly alone, Ms. Barnes.”

With that, Miles turned on his heel and strode away, leaving Wendy standing there in stunned silence. Making his way over to the front desk and finally making a request for the towels that he originally came down here for and maybe see if he could get a bottle of whiskey after having to deal with this woman for the 2nd time in a few hours.

When the attendant left to go grab what he needed he could hear Wendy huff and grab her large oversized purse from the floor. Shortly after that that’s when she stomps over with her Louboutin heels and slams a folder down next to him, “Don’t think you know everything about your family, Mr. Kasey.”

And with that she walked away, the file sitting to his left. He looks at it for a second and almost grabs it but then a big pile of fluffy white towels drops on top of it. “There you go, Mr. Kasey and sorry about that once again. I’ll make sure that the rest gets to you as soon as we can.”

“Yeah, thanks.” as he scoops the whole thing along with the file.

As Miles made his way back to the elevator, his mind was reeling with thoughts of his father and the painful memories he had long tried to bury but the file in his hand told me that the sins of his father were about to rear their ugly head again. He knew Wendy Barnes was trying to get under his skin, to provoke him into reacting. But he refused to let her win. He had come too far, fought too hard, to let someone like her tear him down.

When the boys returned home to Las Vegas, the file Wendy had given him remained tucked away, untouched, in his bag. He couldn't bring himself to open it. But as hours turned into days, the file seemed to taunt him, its presence a constant reminder of the secrets lurking within.

Time and again, Miles found himself on the verge of looking inside, only to be interrupted by work commitments, training obligations, or simply his own apprehension. He knew that once he opened that file, there would be no turning back. He would be forced to confront the truth, no matter how painful it might be.

But finally, one quiet evening, with Carter asleep beside him, Miles summoned the courage to face what lay inside. With trembling hands, he opened the bedside table’s drawer, reaching for the file and pulled out the stack of papers within. As he flipped through them, his heart pounding in his chest, he felt a surge of emotions wash over him.

The documents revealed a truth he had long suspected but never wanted to acknowledge: his father had indeed led a double life, with another family in a small town just north of Manchester, a little town called Middleton. According to the records, his father had taken up with a woman named Rebecca shortly after Miles and Brianna were born, and they had a son together in 2002, the child was not even 3 when their dad died.

Miles stared at the papers in disbelief, his mind reeling with questions. Who was this half-brother he never knew existed? What had his father been thinking, keeping such a massive secret from his own children and the woman that put up with his drunken bullshit for so damn long?

As the weight of the truth sank in, Miles felt a mixture of anger, sadness, and confusion. Did this brother even know that he had two older siblings? And what was worse...there was a name, Lyle. It would be better if he had a picture but to name this child Lyle...The same damned name of that bastard that gave his seed to the three and who knows how many other Kasey spawn.

With a heavy heart, Miles tucked the documents back into the file and set it aside. He knew that this was only the beginning of this adventure, that there were still many challenges ahead. But for now, he would take things one step at a time, determined to uncover the truth and make sense of the tangled web his father had left behind. He may have been blindsided by his father's secrets, but he refused to let them define him. With Carter by his side, he knew that he could face whatever the future held, no matter how daunting it may seem.


Inside the Go Gym
Las Vegas, NV

The Go Gym was alive with energy as Miles stepped through the doors, the sound of weights clanging and trainers shouting filling the air. He made his way over to the wrestling ring where Kristjan, known to many as K or Fenris, was waiting for him.

"Hey, K," Miles greeted him with a nod. "Ready to put me through the wringer?"

K grinned, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Always, Milo. Today, we're going to work on something special."

Miles raised an eyebrow. "Special how?"

K motioned for Miles to step into the ring, a smirk playing on his lips. "Remember how we’ve been talking about the one thing you think you’re missing? Well, I've been thinking about it and I think I’ve found that new submission move to add to your arsenal. Something that'll catch your opponents off guard but something with your strengths that you have will be damn near impossible for them to escape."

“You have my attention,” Intrigued, Miles climbed into the ring, his mind momentarily distracted from thoughts of his newfound half-brother. He focused on the task at hand, eager to lose himself in the world of wrestling.

As K began to demonstrate the new move, Miles watched intently, taking mental notes of every twist and turn. Together, they practiced tirelessly, K offering guidance and encouragement every step of the way. The poor trainee that turned into their practice dummy had been put through it with those two with how much they were determined to perfect it.

Meanwhile, in the corner of the gym, a new face caught Miles's eye. A young wrestler, barely out of his teens, was shadowing one of the trainers, his movements hesitant yet determined. But every once in a while, he would catch the young man watching him and Fenris rather intently.

Curiosity piqued, Miles approached the young wrestler, extending a hand in greeting. "Hey there, I'm Miles. What's your name?"

The young man looked up, surprise flickering in his eyes before he offered a shy smile. "I'm LJ," he replied, his British accent tinged with nervousness. "I'm part of the exchange program from the UK, invited personally by Gabriel Stevens. Sorry I was staring, just couldn’t help it."

Miles nodded, impressed by LJ's determination to train in a foreign country. "Well, LJ, welcome to Go. Also, don’t worry about the whole starring thing, it tends to happen around here when I work with Kristjan. I have a feeling you're going to fit in just fine. Just avoid the big brooding sweaty asshole in the ring and you’ll live to make it back to your family in one piece."

“I FUCKIN’ HEARD THAT, MILO! Get your ass in here!”

They both cringe and Miles shakes his head, “He’s also got ears like a dog. Either way, pleasure meetin’ ya, mate. Good to meet people from the home country anyways.” he shook LJ’s hand one more time before Miles returned to the ring, ready to continue his training with K.

As the time flew by, he threw himself into the practice, the weight of his family's secrets momentarily forgotten in the thrill of the fight. Even Carter had joined them and taken a seat at ringside to watch his fiance work hard.

By the time the session came to an end, Miles was drenched in sweat but grinning from ear to ear. With K's help, he had mastered the new submission move and felt more confident than ever about his upcoming match against Peter Vaughn.

“Now to just come up with a name for it,” Miles laughed, running his hands through his soaked curls.

“Oh I’m sure there are several there but I’m coming up absolutely blank at the moment.”

“Well I can’t have you do all the work, I’m sure there has to be a name that fits absolutely per-”

“THIRST TRAP!!!” That caught both men’s attention as Carter blurted it out before covering his mouth. “I mean...It works!”

Miles and K look at each other for a moment and Miles gets a shit eating grin on his face, “Thirst Trap it is.”

K just sighed, “Sweet Christ, of course you’d go that way. Get out of my ring and go home before we go another round.”

Miles laughed as he rolled out of the ring, to greet Carter with a kiss as a thank you. “I think a shower is needed before we leave.” And Carter mumbled about a shower at home before he agreed. Miles told him to give him a few minutes and as he made his way to the locker rooms he glanced over at LJ, who was still deep in conversation with the trainer. Something about the determined look in LJ's eyes reminded Miles of his own journey to become a wrestler, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of kinship with the young man.


My Mt. Everest
Las Vegas, NV

Miles sat behind his desk in his office, a room that sometimes doubles as his own personal game room in the home that he and Carter built together, well, not the building persay but the inside was all them. But the condo that they called home...THAT he was able to buy with his money, saving practically everything he could just so he could find a place to call his own and eventually Carter could call his.

To his right, sat his SCW Internet Championship gleaming beside him. As he listened to Peter Vaughn's disparaging words on his laptop screen, a mixture of anger and determination surged through him.

Miles leaned back in his chair, the words of Peter Vaughn echoing in his mind like a relentless drumbeat. With a furrowed brow, he mulled over each arrogant remark, his frustration simmering beneath the surface.

"By failing to prepare, you're preparing to fail," Peter had said, his voice dripping with condescension. The quote, attributed to Benjamin Franklin, had struck a chord with Miles, igniting a fierce determination to prove Peter wrong.

"Sure, the guy's got some dents in his reputation now, but he sure had a way with quotations," Peter had added, his tone laced with mocking amusement. But Miles wasn't about to let Peter's smug commentary go unchallenged.

"So, Peter thinks he's some kind of sage now, spouting off inspirational quotes to justify his own arrogance," Miles muttered to himself, a wry smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. "Well, here's one for you, Peter: 'Pride goeth before a fall.'"

Miles's gaze hardened as he recalled Peter's dismissive remarks about his preparation for their upcoming match. The implication that Miles hadn't been training his ass off, that he wasn't fully prepared to face Peter in the ring, lit a fire in Miles's belly that threatened to consume him.

"Peter seems awfully confident that he's got me all figured out," Miles muttered, his voice tinged with quiet determination. "But he's about to learn that he's underestimated me for the last time."

With a sense of purpose burning in his chest, Miles rose from his chair, his championship belt clenched tightly in his hand. The weight of the gold felt like a talisman, a symbol of his strength, his resilience, his unwavering determination to overcome whatever obstacles stood in his path.

"Peter Vaughn may think he's got the upper hand and he will tell everyone that is remotely within ear shot that he has the proverbial ball in his court," Miles declared, his voice ringing with quiet resolve. "But he's about to find out that I'm not the same man he faced before. I've been preparing for this moment my entire life, and I'm not about to let him stand in my way."

Miles's fingers drummed impatiently on the desk as he replayed Peter Vaughn's words in his mind. Each barb, each insult, each smug declaration fueled the growing fire within him.

"And he seems to think he's got me all figured out, and they always do. They ALL do, especially the egocentric dickbags that always think that they are so much better than me" Miles muttered to himself, his voice laced with quiet contempt. "Thinks he can waltz in here and belittle everything I've worked for, everything I've sacrificed, with a few clever words and a cocky smirk. I’d claim that shit but we all know how many have come and gone with that same bullshit attitude and have left just as fast."

The memory of Peter's mocking tone, his arrogant swagger, made Miles's blood boil. Who did Peter think he was, to pass judgment on Miles's dedication, his commitment, his integrity?

"He's got it all wrong," Miles growled, his voice low and dangerous. "He seems to think I'm just here for the ride, to coast along on my laurels, to bask in the glory of my championship without putting in the work. Thinks I'm some kind of amateur, some kind of joke. And I’m not going to lie, Peter Vaugh is my Mt Everest, and I’m bound and determined to make it not only a personal victory but one of my best yet."

But Miles knew better. He knew the truth. Knew the blood, sweat, and tears he'd poured into every training session, every match, every victory. Knew the sacrifices he'd made, the obstacles he'd overcome, the demons he'd battled.

"He wants to talk about preparation?" Miles scoffed, a bitter edge creeping into his voice. "Fine. Let's talk about preparation. Let's talk about the countless hours I've spent in the gym, pushing myself to the limit, honing my skills, perfecting my craft. The amount of learning trees that I have sat under, shaking it for all it’s worth to see what will fall out of to get that much fucking better, Peter. Let's talk about the sacrifices I've made, the pain I've endured, the setbacks I've overcome."

Miles's eyes blazed with determination as he spoke, his voice growing stronger with each word. He refused to let Peter Vaughn's arrogance undermine everything he'd worked for, everything he stood for.

“But no, this son of a bitch thinks he's got me all figured out," Miles declared, his voice ringing with quiet defiance. "But he's about to learn that he's underestimated me for the last time. He wants a fight? Fine. He's got one. And when all is said and done, it'll be Peter Vaughn who's left lying on the mat, staring up at the champion. And then maybe, just maybe, I’ll peel your ass off the mat and offer my hand, to shake, because mate, despite how little you think of me, I will always be the better man."

Miles leaned back in his chair, picking up the belt he fought so hard for to have and to keep all this time. The weight of the SCW Internet Championship rested heavily in his hands. For seven months, that title had been more than just a symbol of his success—it had been a validation of everything he'd worked for, everything he'd fought for, everything he'd sacrificed.

"You want to talk about what being the SCW Internet Champion means to me?" Miles said, his voice tinged with a mixture of pride and determination. "It means everything. It means proving to myself, to the world, that I belong here, that I'm worthy of this spotlight, that I'm capable of achieving greatness."

Miles's eyes sparkled with emotion as he spoke, his passion for the sport evident in every word. Being the SCW Internet Champion hadn't just been about winning matches or collecting accolades—it had been about pushing himself to be the best, about rising to the challenge, about proving his doubters wrong.

"For seven months, I've poured my heart and soul into this championship," Miles continued, his voice growing stronger with each word. "I've defended it with everything I've got, against some of the toughest competitors in the world. Some that Peter Vaughn would look down upon but I KNOW BETTER! I've fought tooth and nail, time and time again, to keep this title around my waist, to prove that I'm not just a flash in the pan, that I'm not just a placeholder."

The memories of his hard-fought battles, his triumphant victories, his crushing defeats, flooded Miles's mind as he spoke. Being the SCW Internet Champion had been a rollercoaster of emotions, a journey filled with highs and lows, twists and turns, but through it all, Miles had never wavered in his determination to be the best.

"And now, Vaughn thinks he can come in here and take it all away from me," Miles said, his voice hardening with resolve. "Thinks he can belittle everything I've accomplished, everything I've sacrificed, with a few clever words and a cocky smirk. Well, he's got another thing coming. Because I refuse to let him tarnish everything I've worked for, everything I've fought for, everything I've sacrificed."

With a resolute nod, Miles rose from his chair, his championship belt clenched tightly in his hand. The fire in his eyes burned brighter than ever, fueled by the desire to prove Peter Vaughn wrong, to silence his taunts once and for all.

"Let's do this," Miles muttered, a fierce determination coursing through his veins. "It's time to show Peter Vaughn what I'm made of. And trust me, he's not going to like what he sees."

With a steely glint in his eyes, Miles marched towards the ring, his heart pounding with anticipation. Peter Vaughn may be a formidable opponent, but Miles was ready to meet him head-on, armed with determination, grit, and a burning desire to emerge victorious. And when the final bell rang, it would be Peter who was left standing in the shadow of Miles's triumph.

Front and Center

A bright sounding video package begins our story with the abc13 News at 4pm with Tricia Kean as we see her sitting behind the desk of the KTNV News Studio.

“Good afternoon Las Vegas, this afternoon, we begin with a live report from the Clark County Court House. Our own Jaewon Jung is live to bring us this story. Jaewon?”

A Live shot, as we see Ms. Jung standing outside of that very courthouse with a pad in her hand.

“Good afternoon Tricia. So to set the scene, back towards the beginning of January at the Turnberry Towers, there was a report of an attack on an individual who lived at the residence. According to police reports, in the parking deck that the residents share, a male in his 20s was attacked by an unknown assailant but thankfully the would-be victim was able to thwart his attacker. Every bit of the attack was caught on the Tower’s security camera footage, the assailant was apprehended at the scene taken to a local hospital and then booked on charges of assault with intent along with a few other charges, especially once an investigation into what led into the attack.”

This is called B Roll - Where we see a man that can’t be any older than 20, but the size of a linebacker with the look on his face that his good looks and daddy being his high school football coach, is what got him to graduation is shown in an orange jumpsuit on the stand.

“Trenton Crawell, on February 22nd appeared in Clark County Circuit Court and pleaded guilty to multiple charges to the attack on Carter McKinney, better known as Sin City Wrestling Superstar, Helluva Bottom Carter. Carter and his now fiance and also Sin City Star, Miles Kasey have resided at the Turnberry Towers for a little over a year now. The Clark County Assistant Prosecutor offered a plea deal to Crawell, in exchange for his testimony on his accomplice in the attack. That accomplice who has been on trial for the last week is 42 year old Karen Chapman, who until the time of the attack was also a resident on the towers where she was living with her now ex-husband and their 3 children. With the investigation, not only was a relationship between Chapman and Crawell revealed, but that they allegedly conspired to attack McKinney. Reports indicate that Ms. Chapman on several occasions had verbal altercations with Mr. McKinney and Mr. Kasey due to their relationship with an almost consistent harassment with multiple witnesses to that fact.”

Another B Roll where we see Karen, who is looking haggard as she has been behind bars since the attack is led into the courtroom.

“Ms. Chapman is facing not only all the charges to go with hiring Mr. Crawell for the attack but also she is additionally facing up to 20 years in prison under the state of Nevada’s hate crime law because of the nature of her crimes. After beginning the trial last week, final deliberations began late last night and in less than 24 hours the jury returned back with the verdict earlier this afternoon.”

We now switch to a live shot inside the courtroom. It’s not that much of a media circus, but a few people have gathered in the room, mostly on the side of the prosecution including Karen’s own ex-husband and all three of her kids including Kevin. Miles and Carter are sitting right in front of them which is just behind the desk and Karen can’t help but stare from the side of the defense at everyone in shock. She is truly alone.

The judge sits behind the bench at the very front of the room, looking hard nosed and going over the papers she was handed as the jury is ushered in. As they all take their seats, the judge clears her throat and looks out onto the audience.

“Before we begin with the verdict, I would like to invite Ms. Chapman to stand on her own behalf and speak. Let it be known ma’am, that usually I would not allow this, but I feel as seeing that your family is here to give you an opportunity to make amends. Understand that no matter what, the jury has your future in hand right now. So Ms. Chapman, do you have anything to say?”

Karen stands up and looks around and it’s obvious that she is fully acting it up for the crowd, complete with crocodile tears.

“Well, your honor...I- I would like to say just like I said in my testimony when I took the stand in my own defense that I was completely taken advantage of...I- I can’t help but feel like I am a victim.”

From the audience and after months and months of torments Miles couldn’t help but let out a snort and that little sound was enough to have Karen turn on her heel and glare directly towards the whole side of the room.

“IT WAS YOUR FAULT! YOU TURNED THEM ALL AGAINST ME! Kevin, baby...please...please look at me.”

The judge slams her gavel down multiple times, “THAT IS QUITE ENOUGH MS. CHAPMAN!”

“No, your honor, you don’t understand. These homosexual deviants destroyed the very fabric of my family and I was left with no other-...I mean...”

“No other what, Ms. Chapman?” the judge asked like she was about to confess in open court of her crimes. But Karen clams up and looks down in shame, after a few beats the judge sighs. “So be it. Will the foreperson be so kind as to give us the verdict?”

“Wait!” Miles speaks up and stands up, “Your honor, if I may?”

“Mr. Kasey, I really don’t think...” the judge says but she just can’t seem to help herself, she wants to hear this. “It’s unusual but...go ahead.”

Miles stands straight and looks at Karen but she doesn’t even look at him.

“You can’t even hide it anymore can you? You can’t simply live with the fact that your hatred has not only cost you your family but it’s about to cost you an actual life? Sure, you screwed around with a kid barely out of high school, he turned around and threw you to the proverbial wolves. And you still can’t let your hatred go.” Miles pauses to see if it would get through to her, “You want to know the worst part? Your disdain for myself and my fiance is completely one sided and completely just your battle. You lost everything and just can’t stop your whole life from turning upside down with a simple ‘I’m sorry and I was wrong.’?”

Karen looks up to him, and the whole ‘I’m innocent’ act and Miles was right, she can’t let it go and simply states, “Go to hell.”

“...have it your way. Your honor, I’m done. Sorry for wasting the court's time.”

Miles took his seat next to Carter, taking his hand and wrapping his arm around Carter’s shoulder and taking a breath with Carter whispering, “You tried. I’m shocked you wanted to, but...”

Miles was out of fucks to give at that moment for that woman, she tried to take away his happiness. He looks back at Hank, Kevin and the other two kids who are looking like they are absolutely embarrassed,  “For them, but after that...let her rot.”

The judge bangs the gavel to bring things back to focus, “As I was saying, has the jury reached a verdict?”

“We have your honor.”

And with the note passed from jury to the judge, her fate was sealed.

Guilty, on all counts.

And she had absolutely no one to blame but herself, as much as she wanted to blame everyone else.


Hardcore Dose of Reality

You know, in this business, you come across all types. From the seasoned veterans to the up-and-comers hungry for success. But then there's Justin Smith. The so-called "hardcore legend" who's never managed to make much of an impact in SCW.

Now, don't get me wrong. I respect anyone who steps into that ring. It takes guts, it takes determination. But there's something about Justin that just rubs me the wrong way. Maybe it's the way he struts around like he's God's gift to wrestling, despite never actually achieving anything of note. In fact, he couldn’t hit a stride like it was water and he was falling out of a fucking boat. Or maybe it's the way he talks about himself like he's some kind of legend, when in reality, he's nothing more than a footnote in SCW history.

But you know what? I'm not here to waste my time with inflated egos and empty boasts. I've got bigger things on my plate, real-life challenges that actually matter. My last few weeks between court cases and everything else, I am not exactly in the best of moods as hard as I have tried.

I’ve kept telling people that I’m the dangerous sort and when I am even remotely pissed off.

You see, Justin, I've been through hell and back in this business. I've faced opponents twice your size, twice your skill, and come out victorious. And do you know why? Because I don't just rely on brute strength, a growly voice or flashy moves. I rely on heart, determination, and a relentless drive to succeed.

So, Justin, if you think you're going to waltz into that ring and walk all over me with your delusions of grandeur, you've got another thing coming. Because tonight, I'm not just fighting for myself. I'm fighting for everyone who's ever been underestimated, for everyone who's ever been overlooked.

Sunday, I'm going to expose you for exactly what you are: a fraud. I'm going to show the world that you're not the hardcore legend you claim to be, but a mere shadow of the real competitors in this industry. Because when it comes down to it, Justin, talent speaks louder than words.

When the dust settles and the smoke clears, you'll know that you stepped into the ring with someone who's not just a wrestler, but a fighter. Someone who's faced adversity head-on and come out on top. Someone who's not afraid to stand up for what's right, no matter the odds. The NEXT level that you can only have wet dreams to reach.

So, Justin, bring your best, if that is even possible. Bring everything you've got. Because on Sunday, you're stepping into the ring with Miles Kasey. And trust me, you're going to remember it for a long, long time.

Across the Miles: A Proposal Celebration

In the dimly lit living room of his Henderson, NV suite, Miles sat before his laptop, the soft glow of the screen casting a warm light on his face. It was the early hours of the morning, a time when most of the world still slept, but for Miles, it was the perfect moment to share his joy with his family across the Atlantic.

He glanced back into the bedroom, Carter was sound asleep with a smile on his face and seeing that helped calm himself for what he needed to do.

With a sense of anticipation coursing through him, Miles clicked on the video call icon, the familiar sound of the connection ringing out into the quiet room. Moments later, his sister Brianna's tired but welcoming face appeared on the screen, her eyes brightening at the sight of her brother.

"Miles! What a surprise," Brianna exclaimed, stifling a yawn. "It's the crack of dawn here, you know."

Miles chuckled softly. "Well I’m sorry to wake you before you had a chance to caffeinate, Bri. But I've got some big news to share."

As Brianna adjusted her headphones, Miles couldn't help but notice the exhaustion etched on her face. "Hold on, let me grab my headphones. Garrett and Riley are asleep in the next room. Garrett's got a nasty case of the flu, and Riley's not far behind. It’s like a wicked case of the bubonic plague almost, thankfully I seem to be immune at the moment."

“Ooof, and you are on how much sleep?” Miles joked.

“Not nearly enough, gimmie a mo’” she stepped out of the shot for a moment, “Alright, so what is this huge news you have to share before coffee?”

Miles wasted no time in sharing his news. "Last night... I proposed to Carter. And he said yes!"

Brianna's eyes widened in surprise, her hand flying to her mouth. "Miles, that's amazing! Congratulations! I'm so happy for you both. Oh my God! Wait...where’s Carter? I thought that he would want to share the news with you at least."

“He’s asleep right now,” Miles said leaning back with a smirk on his face that only caused his twin sister to roll her eyes.

“Bragger.”

“Not bragging but-” Miles laughed lightly, “Besides, I had some time to kill before I could feel comfortable calling you. I wanted to call mum first but I wasn’t sure...”

“Well, it just so happens...” The joy in Brianna's voice warmed Miles' heart, but there was one more person he wanted to share the moment with. "Guess who just walked through the door?" she said.

As Brianna's confusion turned to delight, Mora, their mother, stepped into view behind her, her expression a mix of surprise and joy. "Miles, darling! This is a pleasant surprise! What’s with the early morning call?"

“Mornin’ mum. What has you over to Brianna’s so early?”

“Well with her boys down for the count, I’ve been bringing over meals as well as tea and helping taking care of them,” Mora said with a smile, “I do anything for my kids, you know that. Now, the reason for the call and the reason why my daughter is dancing happily over here. She looks like she’s ready to explode.”

Miles laughed, “Ok, before Bri explodes I guess- Wait, do you have your phone on you?”

“Yeah, of course.” Mora pulls it from her purse, “I just hadn’t turned it on yet.”

“Perfect,” Miles says as he quickly grabs his phone and text her real quick, “Annnd picture sent.”

After a moment, “OH MILES! That ring is beautiful. Is that for...no, wait- that is Carter’s hand.” After a few moments pass by, “Miles Anthony Kasey, did you propose to Carter?!?!”

Miles nodded eagerly, his smile widening. "Yes, Mum! Carter and I are engaged. I wanted to share the news with both of you at the same time."

Brianna finally was allowed to explode in excitement and her and Mora exchanged excited chatter, their faces glowing with happiness. "This is incredible! I wish we could celebrate together in person," Brianna exclaimed.

"We'll have to plan a trip to visit you both soon," Mora added. "But for now, oh my baby, I am just...did you call his mother yet?"

“He did it first thing when we got back from the restaurant. We have a trip to Seattle planned before My Bloody Valentine, I’m amazed she didn’t beat me to the punch.”

“Same but I’ll have to make sure to call her later. I know it’s after midnight over there.”

With a contented sigh, Miles leaned back in his chair, the glow of the laptop screen illuminating his face.

“Listen, I’m going to let you two go as I still need to get some sleep and I promise we will call you later. Tell Garrett and the lil dude that I hope they feel better, okay?”

“We will.” Brianna said.

“We love you!”

“Love you too.”

And with that they ended the call and Miles closed up his laptop and carefully entered into the room and curled up in bed next to Carter, gathering him closer.

Carter stirred ever so slightly and Miles knew he was sunk in trying to not wake his fiance up, “So, how’d it go?”

Miles smiled, pulling him even tighter, “I thought Bri was going to explode and ruin it for me, but she was able to hold it in just long enough. I was more shocked that your mother didn’t beat me to the punch.”

Carter glanced up at him, “She wouldn’t do that but I can promise you that the moment they both are awake, they may start planning the wedding for us.”

Settling down, he turned his head, “Would you really allow them to take that kind of power out of your hands?”

That brought a laugh from his fiance, “Oh hell no...but we’ll let them dream, for now.”

And it seems like the talk of anything sleep related brought a yawn to the both of them.

“Carter?”

“Yeah?”

“Just to recap, you really did agree to marry me right?”

“Mmmhmm, but if you want me to pinch you to make sure that you weren’t dreaming...”

“You do that and neither one of us is going to get any sleep tonight.”

“Well...if you insist.”

And ever so slight a movement and Miles eyes shoot open.

“And there goes my morning workout.”


Gonna Just, Breathe
Olympia, WA

As Miles walked through the house, Carter joined him, his presence a reassuring presence by his side. The weight of the recent events hung heavy between them, yet there was an unspoken understanding that carried them through.

"You okay?" Carter's voice broke the silence, his concern evident in his tone.

Miles nodded, his jaw set in determination. "Yeah, I'm alright. Just... processing everything, you know?"

Carter placed a comforting hand on Miles' shoulder, offering silent support. "It was a lot to take in. I'm just glad it's over, for now at least."

Miles turned to face Carter, his gaze softening as he met his fiancé's eyes. "Me too. I don't know what I would've done if anything had happened to you. Especially with that lot."

Carter offered a small smile, his eyes reflecting gratitude. "You've always had my back, Miles. I have no doubt about that."

“Yeah, well...I have a lot of reasons. Including but not limited to wanting that whole life with you.” Miles smirked, “I hadn’t felt like that in a while.”

They continued their quiet stroll through the house, the tension gradually easing with each step.

"I love you, you know that?" Miles said, his voice tinged with emotion.

Carter squeezed his hand gently, a tender smile playing on his lips. "I love you too, Miles. Are you sure you are alright?"

“I will be. The last two times you’ve been through something like this, you haven’t needed my protection at all. Let me tell ya though, I was not beyond putting that one uncle of yours in the ground.” Miles shook his head, “I really need to stop that feeling.”

“Hey, I know, ok? My hand is still killing me.”

“That was a hell of a punch. Even that one officer is impressed.”

In that moment, as they navigated the aftermath of the turmoil together, Miles knew that with Carter by his side, they could weather any storm that came their way. And as they emerged from the darkness into the light, their bond only grew stronger, a testament to the power of love and resilience in the face of adversity.


Like An Itch You Need to Sandblast
Back to Vegas

As Miles sat through the scathing words from his opponent, Oliver "Oz" Zahn, a mixture of frustration and determination brewed within him. The accusations, the doubts cast upon his abilities as the SCW Internet Champion, they gnawed at him like a persistent itch he couldn't scratch.

He paced the room, the weight of Zahn's words heavy on his mind. "I must have missed something…" Miles muttered to himself, his brow furrowed in thought. The implication that he was somehow unworthy of his championship rankled him deeply.

Carter watched silently from the doorway, his expression a mix of concern and support. "Hey, don't let that get to you," he said softly, stepping into the room to join Miles.

Miles sighed, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "It's just... infuriating, you know? To have someone question everything you've worked so hard for."

Carter approached him, placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "You've proven yourself time and time again, Miles. Don't let one person's words undermine that."

But Miles couldn't shake the doubt that lingered in his mind. "I know, but... what if he's right? What if I'm not as good as I think I am?"

Carter shook his head, his gaze held solid to his fiance, "You are more than good enough, Miles. You're the Internet Champion for a reason. You've earned that title, and no one can take that away from you. Look at everyone that you have faced up until now, that was no easy task at all and now that snarky bastard shows up, he takes that one win for a shot, now you are going to show him exactly why for the last 5 months you have been a terrific champ."

Miles met Carter's gaze, the warmth and conviction in his eyes a balm to his troubled thoughts. "Thanks, love. I needed to hear that."

Carter smiled, squeezing Miles' shoulder gently. "Anytime, babe. Remember, you're not alone in this. I'll always be here to support you, no matter what."

"Alright," Miles said, his voice steady with resolve. "Let's show Zahn just what the Internet Champion is capable of."

With Carter's support bolstering him, Miles felt a surge of confidence coursing through him. Together, they would prove that he was more than just a placeholder champion – he was a force to be reckoned with. And as they prepared to face Zahn in the ring once more, Miles knew that he would leave no doubt as to his worthiness as the SCW Internet Champion.


“You know, I was once that young upstart with a chip on my shoulder.”

Miles sat alone in his room, the words of Oliver "Oz" Zahn echoing in his mind. He couldn't shake the feeling of doubt that had settled over him since going back and listening to Zahn's scathing remarks. With a heavy sigh, he leaned back in his chair and ran a hand through his hair, frustration gnawing at him.

"Oliver Zahn," Miles muttered to himself, the name leaving a bitter taste in his mouth. "He's certainly not one to hold back."

As he reflected on their past encounters in the ring, Miles couldn't deny the truth in Zahn's words. There had been moments when he had faltered, when victory had slipped through his fingers. The memory of those defeats weighed heavily on him, a constant reminder of his shortcomings.

But Miles refused to let those moments define him. He knew he was capable of more, of rising above the doubts and proving himself once again. With determination burning in his eyes, he squared his shoulders and made a silent vow to silence Zahn's criticisms once and for all.

"Olly may think he has me all figured out," Miles said aloud, his voice tinged with resolve. "But he's in for a surprise. I'm not about to let him or anyone else shake my confidence. I've worked too damn hard to let it all slip away now."

"Oliver may talk a big game," Miles muttered, his brows furrowed in concentration. "But deep down, I think he's just as uncertain as the rest of us. Maybe even more so."

As he prepared for their upcoming match, Miles focused on channeling his frustration into motivation, turning every doubt into fuel for his fire. With his eyes set on victory, he knew that no matter what Zahn threw at him, he would emerge stronger, more determined than ever before.

"Spoiled little shit thinks he can waltz in here and take what's mine? Not on my watch."

He paused, his gaze hardening as he remembered their previous encounters.

"I've faced Zahn before, and let me tell you, he's nothing but a cocky, entitled brat," Miles continued, his words laced with contempt. "Thinks he can coast on the Jet City name and reputation. If I had done that with Wolfslair, I would still be back in the Roulette division spinning my fucking wheels. Yeah, I still wave the flag proudly but when you do nothing but suck on Jet City’s name, you lose your own sense of personality. The great Oz though, he has the swagger, he even has some of the titles to back it up but what he lacks, is follow-through."

He shook his head, a scowl forming on his face. "Well, he's in for a rude awakening. Because in that ring, it's just me and him. And I don't care how many fancy titles he's held or how many big names he's beaten. When he steps into my domain, he's going to learn what it means to face a true champion. I wanted you to have this opportunity Olly, I wanted to give you a chance. You slandered my name but hey, at least I beat Austin when it fucking mattered. My SCW Internet Champion IS what MATTERS Oliver. That has been for the last 5 months my whole focus in my professional life and I am damn proud to be the man to lead that division."

Miles clenched his fists tighter, his resolve unwavering. "So let him talk his talk, let him strut around like he thinks owns the place. Because when that bell rings, it's game over for him. He's stepping into the ring with me, and he's about to get hit with a force he never saw coming."

"Bring it on, Zahn," Miles said, a fierce determination burning in his eyes. "I'm ready for whatever you throw at me. And when all is said and done, you'll know exactly why they call me the Internet Champion."

With that, Miles continued his preparations, his focus unwavering as he geared up mentally and physically for the upcoming showdown with Oliver Zahn.

Well, here we are, entering into 2024 still the reigning SCW Internet Champion. Christmas came and went, as both myself and Carter spent our time in Las Vegas with Carter's mom, Joanna and gram, Joan, while my mum, Mora, sister, Brianna, brother-in-law, Grant and nephew, Riley all spent the holiday together. And it all went absolutely wonderful.

I don’t want to bore you with the details, but if we thought 2022’s Christmas was spectacular, that didn’t even hold a candle to this full on family celebration that they had had. They even invited the usual suspects of Ariana and Francisco. The door was always open to friends. Traditions were carried out, Christmas movies were played, food was wonderful and gifts were exchanged. And by the time the McKinney’s and Kasey’s had all parted ways, something interesting happened.

Mum and Joanna have become fast friends, sharing stories of their boys, much to mine and Carter's (mostly Carter’s) horror via text, phone calls and video calls. 4,663 Miles between them and the moms bonded with that whole distance.

We won’t get into New Years Eve. But it was sure as hell a whole lot better for the both of us...if you catch my drift.

ANYWAYS, 2024 and it’s time for things to come to an end.

Closing the Chapter: Farewell, Karen

The air was thick with a sense of something happening, and well that smell that one gets as Miles entered one of the local bars, a favorite greasy spoon place that he had found some time ago, the familiar scent of spilled beer and the low hum of conversations providing a backdrop to the unfolding drama. It had been several weeks since the explosive encounter with Karen Chapman, the infamous neighbor from hell, and Miles was hoping for some peace. Little did he know, fate had a surprising encounter waiting for him.

As he waited for his late night dinner order, Miles noticed a solitary figure at the bar, nursing his third drink as was evident by the 2 other empty glasses that sat next to the gentlemen. It was Hank Chapman, Karen's long-suffering husband. Miles hesitated for a moment, debating whether to approach or not, maybe a quick rush off to the loo, but it was too late—Hank had already spotted him and gave him a quick wave over.

Hank, worn and weathered, looked like a man carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders. Despite his best efforts to avoid eye contact, Miles found himself drawn into conversation with the beleaguered husband.

“Hey there, Hank. How's it going?”

Hank sighed, taking a long drag from his glass, “Oh, you know, same old. Dealing with the aftermath.”

All Miles could do was nod rather uncomfortably, “I can imagine. Look, I don't want to pry, but is everything okay?”

Hank laughed almost bitterly, “Okay? No, Miles, nothing has been okay for a very long time. But you know what? Today's different.”

Intrigued, Miles pulled up a stool, sensing there was more to Hank's story than met the eye. And besides he wasn’t about to miss out on some juicy gossip about what was going on about the woman that had done nothing but detest him and Carter. Hank was a good man though, he worked hard to make sure that his family wanted for nothing. As the conversation unfolded, Hank began to share a tale of years spent in quiet misery, bound by a prenuptial agreement that kept him tethered to Karen's tumultuous world. The revelation, however, was a game-changer.

“She's been cheating on me, Miles. For over a year. I have had to deal with that bullshit for 15 years and well...I found out....actually I walked in on it, confronted her and her lover, and now it's over. I'm divorcing her.”

Miles’ eyes grew huge when he was hearing this as he was genuinely surprised, “I'm sorry to hear that, Hank. But, in a way, it sounds like you're finally free.”

Hank smiles sadly, “Free... that's exactly it. I've been stuck in this nightmare for too long. The divorce is happening, and we're selling the place. I'll be rid of her for good. Well, hopefully, not sure what the kids are going to want to do. But either way, I’m getting them out of the whole situation.”

Hank's revelation about Karen's infidelity and the impending divorce hung in the air as the two men continued their conversation at the bar. Hank had offered to buy him a round but Miles politely declined and opted for just water instead. Miles felt a mix of sympathy for Hank's ordeal and a tinge of relief that the Chapman drama might finally be reaching its conclusion.

Hank took another sip of his drink, staring into the depths of his glass. "You know, Miles, I never expected things to turn out this way. But maybe it's for the best. I can finally live my life without that constant chaos."

Miles nodded in understanding. "Sometimes, it takes a storm to clear the air. And who knows, maybe you'll find peace on the other side of all this."

Hank managed a small smile, appreciating the sentiment. "I sure hope so. But, uh, there's something else I wanted to talk to you about. It's about Keith."

Miles raised an eyebrow, suddenly more attentive. "Keith? What's going on?"

Hank hesitated for a moment, as if contemplating whether to share the information. "He's been struggling, Miles. More than I realized. All the drama with Karen and his siblings—it's hitting him hard. I'm worried about him and it feels like he may be hiding things from me. I know I haven’t been around a whole lot but-"

Concern etched across Miles' face. "I've noticed he's been going through a rough time. But...what can I do to help?"

Hank sighed, grateful for Miles' offer. "I talked to him, after that last blow up. He talked highly of you and I think he connected. I know there is something more. Keith... he's been acting out, and he’s been getting into some serious trouble at school."

Miles' expression shifted from concern to a deeper gravity. "What happened, Hank? Is there anything I can do?"

Hank took a deep breath. "I just needed someone to know. Maybe, even after the move, if he knows that you can keep an eye out for him. I'm doing my best, but I can't be in two places at once. And with all this chaos, I don't want Keith slipping through the cracks."

Miles nodded solemnly. "If he’s up for it, I’ll see what I can do, Hank." Before Hank could continue on, Miles phone came alive with a tone, “Uh, pardon me for a moment Hank...I should take this.”

And that call that would jolt him out of the bar, snatching his food on the way out and back into the unfolding complexities at Turnberry Towers.

Unwelcome Shadows

The neon glow of the Las Vegas Strip cast long, unsettling shadows as Miles rushed back to Turnberry Towers. The call from the Las Vegas Police had jolted him, leaving a sinking feeling in his gut. The night air, usually filled with the distant sounds of the city's revelry, now seemed eerily silent.

As Miles approached the Towers, he could see the flashing lights of police vehicles and ambulances, a stark contrast to the usual serene atmosphere. He parked his car hastily not even caring if it was illegal or not, heart pounding, and rushed towards the scene.

Anne Thompson, the President of the Towers Association, stood near the entrance, her expression a mix of concern and frustration. Miles hurried over, his mind racing with worry for Carter.

"Miles," Anne's voice carried a tension that matched the atmosphere.

“Anne, where is- is he-?”
"He’s ok, Miles. I got there just after everything happened. He’s over there speaking with the police right now."

She would point ahead as Miles caught a glimpse of Carter with a blanket over his shoulders, speaking with the few officers, his face dirty, sweaty and in Miles’ eye he looked scared. Miles pushed through the crowd, calling out Carter’s name, the uniformed police officers stopped Miles at first. Mrs. Thompson told them who he was and they let him through. There, on one of the concrete barriers, sat Carter, looking visibly shaken.

But the minute the young man saw Miles coming towards him, he stood up and was engulfed in Miles’ arms. The police gave them both a moment as Miles helped Carter sit again and Miles dropped to his knees beside him, a mix of relief and concern flooding through him. "Love, are you okay? What happened?"

Carter managed a weak smile, his eyes reflecting the ordeal he'd just been through. "I'm okay. Just... I was getting home and next thing I knew some guy tried to jump me. I managed to fight them off."

"What were they after?" Miles asked, his gaze shifting from Carter to Anne, who had joined them.

Anne sighed, her frustration evident. "We're not sure. It looked like a random attack. But we're working with the police to review security footage."

And as if on cue the police, along with the head of security make their way over to them with an iPad in hand. “Mrs. Thompson, we have something that you may wanna see.”

She excused herself from Miles and Carter to see what they had needed. Miles watched for a moment before his attention returned to Carter, who was now being examined by paramedics. The adrenaline that had fueled his fight had given way to a palpable exhaustion.

"You did good, love," Miles said, his voice a quiet reassurance, wrapping his arm around pulling him close and placing a kiss on top of his head, "I'm just glad you're okay."

Carter managed a wry smile, "Yeah, well, they didn't know who they were messing with."

As the paramedics finished their assessment and assured Miles that Carter would be physically fine but to take it easy for a day or so just to be on the safe side. After a few moments, the police along with security and Mrs. Thompson walked back over. “Carter, I know you are still shaken up but is it possible that you could look at something and perhaps confirm what I think we are seeing. I know it may be difficult but...”

“Just show me.” Carter let out holding out his hand, as they turned the iPad over to him and he and Miles watched what happened together. The first shot shows Carter pulling into the garage in his bug, we see two figures, one the male figure already hooded up and he’s looking and seeing where the second figure is pointing. The second figure is a lot shorter, and doesn’t even bother to cover their head. Medium-short hair, blonde. The ire of Miles raised quickly.

“I know that head of hair anywhere.”

And just then that person turns and the camera catches her face in Black and White HD.

They had nothing to lose, nothing to gain and the mastermind behind a vicious attack, and if Miles were a betting man, he would label the guess as to who was their co-conspirator.

“Stanley to all, putting a B.O.L. for a female, 40 years old, estimated height of 5’ 3”, 165 pounds blonde medium-short hair and goes by the name of Karen Chapman. Arrest on site.”


Old Opponent, New Twist

The scene opens in Miles Kasey's living room. Miles is seated on a comfortable couch, surrounded by the warm glow of dimmed lights. The SCW Internet Championship rests beside him, a testament to his recent triumphs.

He smirks, a confident gleam in his eyes. "Peter Vaughn, my old nemesis. It's been a journey and a half since the last time you and I faced off in that ring. It has been a path of growth, of learning, and most importantly, a journey of winning."

The camera zooms in, capturing the intensity in Miles' gaze.

"Back then, Peter, no matter what we have gone through, you had my number. I won't deny it. But times, as they say, have changed. Look around, Peter. Since the last time we have crossed paths, I have built a kingdom, a small one maybe but the beginning of something amazing. Between here and being invited to the Go Gym, it’s where I've honed my skills, where I've transformed into the SCW Internet Champion."

He lifts the championship belt, the gleaming metal reflecting the room's soft light.

"I'm not the same Miles you faced before. Some might say that I have evolved. And somehow, by many’s surprise, I've become a champion. And Peter, you seem to be holding on nice and tight to that Roulette Championship. BUT when we step into that ring once again, this coming Sunday, it won't be the same story.”

“You see this time, things are very different. You are no longer a stooge and the cleaner and I have seemingly started to grow-up. Maybe it’s because of everything that 2023 brought. Maybe it’s because while you were in the background, being your dominate self, I was thrown into the spotlight and suddenly a contender not only to what is now MY Internet Title but I even had shots to the very championship that J2H just relinquished and now us and the 6 other lucky saps are now battling for.”

“And not going to lie, bruv, the situation that we find ourselves in probably is one for the ages. The champion simply didn’t want to be a champion anymore but he’s not leaving, he’s just tired of being a target. Could you imagine if one of us did that? If suddenly we had no desire to be who and what we worked so damn hard for, and just give it up? What would that say about that particular division? I have never said it out loud but it cheapened the whole damn thing with a tournament and instead of the winner facing who was, it’s just handed to us.”

“So this is how I’m looking at it, I have a lot to prove against just about every man in this tournament. Minus Carter. ....and minus Austin after the hell we just put each other through. After everything I don’t see it being much of a struggle for me; it'll be a statement. A statement that Miles Kasey is no longer the underdog; he's the top dog. He is the one to beat."

The room seems to pulse with Miles' determination. He leans back, placing his free arm on the top of the couch and scratches his chin, contemplating what he wants to say next.

"I respect what we've been through, Peter. I respect the battles we've waged. But this time, I'm not just looking for a win. I'm looking for dominance. I'm looking to show the world and, more importantly, show you that I've ascended to a level you haven't seen before. In other words, mate....I plan on winning the whole fuckin’ thing."

He places the championship back beside him, the room returning to a momentary calm.

"So, SCW Roulette Champion, Peter Vaughn...brace yourself. The SCW Internet Champion is coming, not to defend his title but to make a statement, a statement that echoes through the SCW corridors. It’s been a warning that I have been giving all along. Get ready for a Miles Kasey who's not just ready for a fight; he's ready for victory. Elite 8 is where you get off on this journey, mate. I got me a bloody championship to win."

The screen fades to black, leaving the living room in a quiet anticipation.

A Home Transformed

So if anyone wonders how long of a trip it is from Las Vegas to Reno and back? Provided you have no stops, the answer is almost 8 hours.

In the case of this particular day, as the renovations to the condo continued and at this point felt like it was never going to come to an end, Carter BEGGED Miles to drive to Reno. The reasons are not even really clear and honestly it could have, more than likely, been shipped cheaper for the price that it would have cost wasting the fuel. Even if Carter insisted that it couldn’t.

The day in itself was a 12 hour affair and at least he was able to stop at one of his favourite places in Reno in the process. He even found a couple of Christmas presents while he was there. Made it worth it on both counts.

It was weird, he hadn’t made a trip like this by himself for a long time, so the time was filled with phone calls with his mum and sister, confirming that in little over a month, that they would be there for Christmas.

This year seemed like the year of firsts.

Miles had returned home after a long day, expecting to find their condo as it was when he left it. However, when he opens the door, he's greeted by a completely transformed living space. The once familiar surroundings are now different, almost unrecognizable.

Miles even double checked himself after crossing the threshold because what used to be bare white walls, wooden floors (that was a big selling point for Miles when he bought the place) and minimal lighting was now a warm feeling. Between the lighting changes, the new color on the walls, some artwork that they had both been looking at and even a stylish colourful rug outlined the entryway and drew him in the rest of the way.

“Babe?” Miles had called out as he made his way down the hall and into the living room area.

There he found Carter, with a mischievous grin, standing in the middle of the room. "Surprise!" he exclaims, reveling in the shock on Miles' face.

Confused and amazed, Miles looks around. ALL of the walls had a fresh coat of paint, the furniture, besides the one recliner that Miles insisted on keeping, had all been replaced along with stools along the counter that cut off the kitchen from the rest of the area, and there are subtle touches of decor that reflect both of their personalities.

“You- You’ve been busy, I see?” Miles said still getting used to their home’s new look. He stepped back and had seen the one room that was designated the gaming area even redone, “Really busy.”


Carter, with a playful glint in his eye, “I know and I’m sorry, I felt like I needed to surprise you. We started the moment you left this morning.” he explains that he spent the entire day working with a team of renovators to give their home a new look. He orchestrated the whole operation to keep Miles out of the house, and, judging by Miles' reaction, the surprise was a success.

“I know you said that you really wanted to help when it came time to put it all together but...I don’t know, you did so much for me and mom and grams when my dad died that I really wanted to give you SOMETHING and well I figured that this would be perfect.”

As Miles takes in the changes, Carter shares the thought process behind each modification. The living room has been opened up to create a more spacious feel, and the colors were chosen to create a calming atmosphere. Carter even managed to incorporate some wrestling memorabilia into the decor, showcasing both of their achievements in a tasteful way. Including their ‘Couple of the Year’ award that somehow managed to be the centerpiece of the whole spot.

“You know, I’m not even mad for the 12 hour wild goose chase you set me on. This is spectacular, love.” Miles said as he turns towards the master bedroom and stops, and smirks, “Is that-?”

Carter settles next to him with that same smirk, “That bedroom set that you really liked that I found and fell in love with?”

Miles can’t help but find himself seriously impressed and wraps him up in his arms and places a kiss on his boyfriend’s forehead, “I swear, if you got the closet rearranged too...”

Carter clicks his tongue and shakes his head, “Ran out of time unfortunately.”

“Well damn, I guess I still have some work to do after all.” Miles keeps looking around before a scent catches his attention, “And that glorious smell?”

“Zeppola’s.” Carter says as he points over to the new dinner table and chairs with dinner waiting for them.

“Ooo, Italian is a nice touch. Look at you thinking of everything.” Miles smiles.

“It happens every now and again. So you really like it?”

Amidst the astonishment, Miles can't help but appreciate the effort Carter put into making their home a more comfortable and personalized space. The kitchen table is set for dinner, complete with Miles' favorite dishes from the restaurant.

“Feels like home even more now.” Miles pulls out a seat for Carter, “Let’s eat.”

Reflections

Miles finds himself in a rare moment of quiet amidst the hustle and bustle of everyday life. It's a lazy Tuesday afternoon, the sun casting a warm glow across the living room of their newly renovated condo. Carter is out running some errands, leaving Miles alone with his thoughts.

Miles, with the SCW Internet Title proudly displayed on the shelf, reflects on his journey. He recalls the challenges, the victories, and the sacrifices that led him to this moment. As he looks at the championship, he thinks about what it represents to him—more than just a title, it's a symbol of growth, determination, and the unwavering support he has from those who believe in him.

The atmosphere is serene, with a gentle breeze coming through the open window. Miles decides to revisit his old wrestling journal in some of the boxes that he had brought with him on the last trip from New York, flipping through the pages that document his early struggles, dreams, and the goals he set for himself. The journal is a testament to how far he's come.

In this introspective moment, Miles thinks about the responsibility that comes with being a champion. It's not just about defending the title in the ring; it's about being a role model, inspiring others to pursue their dreams, and carrying the weight of expectations. He contemplates the balance between his personal life, his responsibilities as a champion, and the relationships he values.

As he flips through the journal, he stumbles upon a passage he wrote long ago about the kind of champion he aspires to be. His chicken scratch faded after years upon years of just sitting on the page.

He recently took to doing things more digitally but he felt a yearning to add to it. He walks into the area that has been dubbed the ‘Entertainment’ area and opens a draw up, taking a pen and finds a seat on the recliner. He decides that he is going to add a new entry, acknowledging the growth he's experienced and the lessons he's learned. But in typical fashion of anything Miles does, he does it in his own fashion.

“I’m not the kind of guy that gives a shit about statistics. I don’t keep track of how many days I have been the SCW Internet Champion or how many days I was Roulette Champion because we have guys that work in the office that I’ve never met that keeps track of that kind of thing. And if they don’t we have Mercedes Vargas to do it for us, which no one trusts because there are times she’s lucky to count to 20 with her shoes on.”

“In fact I don’t give a rat's ass about the chances of Ally and I even winning the SCW Mixed Tag Titles because well like Han Solo, I never want to know the odds. I would rather stick my head in a blender and hit frappe to knock my brain cells looser than they already are!”

“With that being said, coming out of High Stakes with my Internet Championship reign still intact feels like this accomplishment that a lot of people thought wasn’t even possible a year ago. And you know what, they would have been right. ‘Never Stop Learning’ was something that was drilled into my head from the moment I began training years ago. From the time I did stupid shit with Mack back home, from the time I crossed the pond and began training with the Russows’, especially to that time I was welcomed in to Wolfslair by Alex Jones and even the little time I spend sparing with Fenris and the crew at the Go Gym, I have never stopped picking things up as I go along.”

“I can feel Finn Whelan, the man that helped out a poor sap a little over a year ago, get the fuck out of a rough spot and shove my ass into focusing and growing, breathing down my neck. But it’s gotten to a point where it feels more like a gentle breeze, rather than a gust from an incoming storm. I used to get a tingle of unwilling dread facing people like Finn and eventually the inevitable happened. I would get my ass kicked, come out with a black eye, busted up ribs and was told to take my ass back to the drawing board.”

“And throw Kayla into the mix as his partner....you know, if anyone would have told me back at High Stakes that they didn’t think those two were gonna NOT become the SCW Mixed Tag Champs, I would have gladly taken that sucker's bet. But the whole ass locked room knows what a duo those two are. Whether they are at each other’s throats, bitching at one another or burying the hatchet that Kayla wanted to place firmly between my eyes back when we were all under the same roof, and pulling off one of the best wins for not only the number one contenders match but the championship match, those two have a real honest chance of ruling the Mixed Tag Division with a Iron Fist around everyone’s throats.”

“But when it comes to Alexandra and I, we may have only teamed up just a handful of times, but there is something special there. A mutual respect for what the other can do. I know Ally is going to be out there attempting to play ‘Who’s the bigger bitch’ between her and Kayla, and I hope like hell she doesn’t forget that Kayla is about as sly as they come and will slice her throat without even thinking twice.”

“As far as Finn and I go? That is a whole other beast. I know Finn is out for retribution, especially after what I did following the whole King for a Day match that Austin set him on against me. I know he’s probably out to stomp my head into the mat for just doing business. But he’s going to find out real quick that this is not about just him and I. This is not about the Internet Championship. This is about those titles that have now put a direct label on him as a the Mixed Tag Champion and I’m not above putting the moves bar a whole lot higher than before.”

“Win, lose or draw. Whatever the table says....don’t count Ally and I out. Not until we say to.”

He Wants to Meet Me?
2 weeks ago
Las Vegas, NV

There is something to be said when a family does everything they can to reconnect. Joan’s visit seemingly did a whole lot of good to Carter, despite how much he found himself hurting with the news of his father’s situation, it ended up with him agreeing to meet up with his dad for the first time in a long time.

While it took some convincing and a bit of trickery on his part in the promise that he’d meet up with Cillian Macguire along with Carter, Miles decided that father and son needed to meet one on one. Carter was rather...peeved at him when Carter left to meet up with his dad but seeming all was forgiven when Carter returned in a mood that was practically 180 switch from when he left.

That was hopeful.

And made Miles feel less nervous about what was coming up the day after.

A text message from Carter’s mom, Joanna, had said that during his visit to Vegas to meet with Carter, if all went well - which it did - there was a slight hope from Cillian that he could possibly meet Miles as well.

He was rather tempted to kill two birds with one stone when Carter met up with his dad the day before, but he knew if the roles were reversed, he would want the same situation for Miles.

...not that it would ever happen considering that Lyle Kasey has been worm food for just around 18 years. And not that Miles would ever give that piece of shit the time of day after the way he treated not only him, but his mum and sister. He let their family suffer before he shuffled loose the mortal coil at the end of a bottle, a needle and the business end of a car.

In a way, Miles was partially jealous that Carter could have this chance with his dad. In other ways, Miles was really glad this would never be him unless some wild miracle would happen and even then the thought of running Lyle over with his Rubicon...well lets just say the thought crossed his mind a few dozen times.

Not for him, but for his mother and sister because they did not need to relive that hell ever again.

But back to the message from Joanna, that Cillian wanted to meet him as well: Considering the things he had heard about this man were through Carter and no one else, the opinion was rather low but knowing what was happening now, the failure and the inevitable outcome, he had set what he wanted to be hostility aside for a man that simply just wanted to mend the bonds between the man that Miles loved and cared for more than anything in this world and the man that helped raised him but foolishly gave it up for his own selfish pride.

Pride is what got Cillian into this. Miles’ pride wasn’t nearly as boastful as some would think to not grant a dying man a chance to continue to make peace. But he needed to wait until Carter was able to speak with his father first before he would send the message shortly after his return, to give the approval or denial.

And he agreed, the next day, an early afternoon Miles opened his door to Cillian and welcomed him inside their home and was currently in the middle of giving him the 10 cent tour.

“Aren't you concerned Carter will walk in and see me here?”

“Your son went shopping. We'll be lucky if we see him within the next week.”

It was seemingly a light feeling between the two gentlemen as Miles ushered them into the open living room of the home of Miles and Carter, it’s in disarray for a while but it just got to a point where it looked more lived in.

“You’ll have to excuse the mess. I let my mouth get ahead of my brain several weeks ago and told Carter that he had open reign to give the whole place a makeover with a few exceptions.” Miles let out a little laugh, “This of course has led to magazines, pictures printed out and those awkward paint strips practically everywhere.”

“That’s alright, he gets it from his mother. Joanna was the exact same way when we moved into our first home, after a while though she just gave in and let her mother make the final choices because she was just so indecisive.” Cillian said, looking around and seemingly rather impressed, “I’m just glad you invited me here and I get a chance to see where my son is living and meet the man that my son has fallen head over heels for.”

“I’m sure there are a million questions that you have for me.” Miles stated, looking rather uncomfortable as they took a seat in the living room. Miles had offered the recliner that he usually sat in to Carter’s father while he took his place on the couch not that far off.

“On the contrary, Carter answered quite a few of those for me and gave me the impression that well, after everything-”

“Mr. Macguire-”

“Please, Mr. Kasey, call me Cillian.”

“Then you can call me Miles.” Miles smirked, “E’ery time I hear ‘Mr. Kasey’ I think of my old man, and believe me, I rather I didn’t. Not that I’m not thankful that he didn’t help bring me into the world but it was the mess he left behind that made me realize from a rather young age that I would never sell myself or my family up the river and leave them without a pot to piss in.”

“I get that one and it’s nice to hear, honestly.”

Miles stops him, “If you start prattling on about responsibility, I’ll show you the walk-in closet on my side and it’ll change your mind in a heartbeat.”

“No, but it means that you actually care about your wellbeing and Carter’s as well."

"Well we are in a relationship and love one another." Miles said with absolute certainty, "It was something that even I had to get used to. I have friends that occasionally gave a shit, some that even put roofs over my head but not someone like him. It still amazes me to this day how he will always put everyone else's feelings before his own."

"What do you mean?" Cillian asked with a curious tone.

"Well, despite how it looks now, I definitely rode the proverbial struggle bus for the majority of my life, spent a lot of time trying to take care of my mum and sis in the only ways I ever knew. It was a whole lot of surviving so for me and the majority of the time it was on my own with some luck on my side.” Miles looks around, “So when I look at your son, I see someone that is selfless, to a fault but he’s perhaps one of the strongest people I have ever met. Which maybe you can understand why I had a little bit of a trepidation about wanting to meet while you were here.”

Cillian swallows hard, “Ah, you are thinking that there is a hidden agenda for the months of reaching out to Carter.”

“Call it pessimistic and being burned one too many times.” Miles shrugs, “Also it’s part of the protective streak I have with him that I just can’t seem to help myself. I worry”

“That and the general distrust of the father figures that you have dealt with in your life, I’m sure.”

“That too.”

“I can really tell that your feelings for Carter are for absolute real and....well, I lost a lot of time with Carter because of my own stubborn pride, time that I have no chance of getting back. I’m not about to give him reasons to not trust me.” Cillian said, setting forward leaning on his knees to look Miles right in the eyes, “I’ve also just wanted to meet you for a pretty simple reason.”

“Yeah? And what is that?”

“I wanted to make sure that you were truly serious about taking care of my son. You said it yourself, he is strong, selfless but he’s also been hurt. Mostly by me. I wanted to make sure that...” Cillian’s emotions seemingly catch up with him, which throws Miles off a little bit. He wanted to be such a hardass towards this man but just didn’t have the heart. Cillian swiped at his eyes, pushing the tears away, “I’m sorry, this is twice in the last couple of days that this has happened.”

Miles blinked a few times, unsure of what to say. The man had all but accepted that his fate was the inevitable end that we all would face. Carter’s dad wasn’t there to interrogate him but just to make sure that he would be willing to take care of his son when he was gone.

This was actually a good man and deserves the benefit of the doubt.

Miles would stand up from his seat and head into the kitchen for a moment and when he returned he offered Cillian a bottle of water as he sat down a little closer and opened up his own bottle. Miles would smirk at the older gentleman, “Usually, I would offer a beer but figured this was a little better for the both of us.” Cillian would take the bottle, with a look of confusion, “I want to make you a promise. No matter what happens, you will have nothing to worry about when it comes to Carter when it comes to me. I promise you, with me, he is safe and will remain that way for as long as possible.”

Cillian smiles gently, “Well, at least that much is settled.” he looks out the window, “Can you guys see that sphere from here?”

“Oh, there is a reason we had to get the thicker curtains. Freaked out the cat the first time she saw it.”

“The infamous Ms. Thang? Where is she?”

“Probably hiding to make sure you won’t steal her treats. You sure you wanna meet her?” Miles asked with amusement.

“How bad can she be?”

...


Justin: HERE IS YOUR WINNER AND THE NEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWWWWWW SCW INTERNET CHAMPION, MILES KASEY!

Secrets To Success
A Week Ago
Las Vegas, NV

He had to be asked to be pinched following the win in Reno. His hand raised, Carter practically tackled hugging him in the ring and then Calvin with the passing of the torch of that SCW Internet Championship followed up by a congratulatory manly hug didn’t seem to be nearly enough but finally after almost a year later, Miles Kasey was a champion in SCW.

Despite all the nay-saying wet mops, he finally cracked that next level ceiling and found himself victorious. All that hard work paid off ten-fold.

His bag was a wonderful 20 pounds heavier. And there were a few people that he had to thank personally.

The atmosphere buzzed with energy as Miles Kasey walked into the gym, fresh from his victory in Reno. The weight of the SCW Internet Championship belt was a testament to his hard work and determination. He felt a mix of pride and anticipation, knowing that he had a title to defend and a reputation to uphold.

“Well, I didn’t think I’d see you today!”

He heard it as soon as he crossed the threshold into a place that recently opened their doors to him via an invite from the man himself. Gabriel Stevens.

Miles smirked as he shook the man’s hand, “Why? You’d think I’d just rest on my laurels? I have a defense coming up after all.”

“In a triple threat no less. Congratulations by the way, I’m sure K will be happy as hell to see you.” which was said with a little too jovial tone.

"I said I didn't wanna rest on my laurels... Not get stretched into oblivion." Miles said with a laugh, "Thanks again for the invite though for letting me into the intersanctum as it were. And thanks for the hush about it for the time being."

"Hey, it's paying off for you and that's all that matters. Besides, it gives the students someone new to work with."

"HEY! ARE YOU GONNA KISS HIS ASS ALL DAY LONG OR ARE YOU FINALLY GONNA GET YER ASS IN HERE?!" Kristjan called out from across the Go Gym. Kristjan, a familiar presence in the gym, chimed in with his usual gruff humor, setting the tone for the rigorous training session that awaited.

"Oh good, he's in a mood. Pray for my joints." Miles joked. "We really need to get him back in a ring on a regular basis."

"That or not set Karen's at his door." Gabriel joked back. "Oh yeah, he told me all about that."

All Miles did was drop his head back and let out "Fuck." followed by Stevens wishing him luck.

Two Hours Later

Sitting... No... More like slumped in a corner sopped in his sweat, both Miles and Kris had put each other through the proverbial ringer.

"You're an asshole," Miles let out with a smirk.

"You'll thank me later. Especially when you retain that damn title." K too soaked, smirked and slapped Miles' foot, "Go again?"

"You're a machine! Don't you have a husband to get home to?" Miles let out with a laugh. "Seriously though, mate, if it wasn't for you kicking my ass lately I'm not sure if.."

The man known as Fenris sits up and points at him, "Don't get all sappy on me, Milo. You earned a little bit of credit in that win against Calvin."

"Yeah now I just gotta survive Braddock and Eddie Lyons." Miles says, setting up himself, running his hands through his drenched locks, "Gotta admit, that's one hell of a hill the climb."

"Admit nothing, there isn't a single guy on the roster that isn't beatable on their best day. You, Miles Kasey, have done what few have and found your way and now sit with the second highest rated championship in SCW." K said, "They have to beat you or best you and with how hot things have been lately, I somehow doubt that either one is going to be ready for what you are about to bring.”

“Now who’s asskissing?” Miles laughed, as he pulled himself up and offered his hand to Fenris who takes it and gets pulled up to his feet, “OK, one more round and then I gotta get home before Carter. He had a doctor’s appointment again today and something is telling me that I need to be there just in case he’s ready to come clean as to why.”

“Things ok between him and his old man now?”

“I would assume so...Carter is up to something though and I have a feeling I know what.”


Miles Kasey stood in the center of the dimly lit room, the SCW Internet Championship glimmering on his shoulder, rocking a simple suit, loosened tie and a smirk on his face. His eyes burned with determination, his voice carrying the weight of his newfound responsibility.

"You know, they say the measure of a champion isn't just in the fights they've won but in the challenges they face. Braddock, you my man are one HELL of a competitor, but your arrogance blinds you. Underestimating opponents has been your downfall before, and it'll be your undoing again. You see, I'm not just a kid who lucked into this championship. I fought my way through the mud and blood, through years of struggle and pain. This title isn't just a trinket around my waist; it's a testament to my grit, my resilience, and my refusal to back down."

Miles's gaze hardened as he continued.

"Eddie Lyons, you're no stranger to high-flying antics and crowd-pleasing moves. You've dazzled fans, and you've earned your respect. But this isn't just a match. This is a battle of wills, a clash of styles, and I'm not planning on being another highlight in your highlight reel. I've worked too damn hard, faced too many demons, and bled too much to let someone else snatch this title away from me."

His grip tightened on the championship, his knuckles turning white.

"It may be something stupid to say but hell with it...I respect the both of you. I respect your skills, your passion, and your love for this sport. But respect isn't going to stop me from fighting tooth and nail to keep this championship. I won't let Braddock's arrogance or Eddie's charisma cloud my focus. I won't let them take away what I've earned, what I've fought for with every ounce of my being."

"I am the SCW Internet Champion, and I didn't get here by luck or chance. I earned this, and I'll be damned if I let anyone take it away from me, especially so soon after finally breaking through that God Damn glass ceiling that I’ve been banging my fists on for so damn long. So, Braddock, Eddie, get ready for a fight like you've never experienced before. Get ready to face a champion who will defend his title with everything he has. Because when I step into that ring, I'm not just fighting for myself. I'm fighting for everyone who believed in me, everyone who supported me, and everyone who ever doubted me."

With a final, determined look, Miles clenched his fist, the championship glinting in the dim light.

"And mark my words, when the dust settles and the bell rings, I'll still be standing here, still holding this championship high. This isn't just a title; it's a symbol of my journey, my sacrifices, and my dreams. And I won't let anyone shatter those dreams. Not now. Not ever."

“This title right here? This is mine and many others want it, a few have had it but now you’re gonna have to kill me to get me to let it go.”

Miles holds that pretty SCW Internet Champion up close and personal and his blue-green eyes look ahead as to dare anyone who try.....

“Come and get it, if you dare.”

Are We Quite Finished?
Immediately Following THAT match on Climax Control

The backstage area was still buzzing with excitement as Climax Control was still going on but following one particular match, it felt as if staff and security set themselves up for a possible blowout.

He wasn’t looking for any more fights tonight, though. Miles Kasey had his fill from the battle he just went through. The games and the hoops that he was forced through had gotten on his last nerve and after a hard fought battle, and huge weight had been lifted. Even if it was only momentary.

He would cross the threshold of the gorilla position, ring coat in one hand, head to toe sweat; red marks across his chest, a nice little temporary tattoo from his stablemate. In the other hand he carried two water bottles, balanced just right in his hand and a towel slung over his broad shoulders. He noticed the extra manpower but honestly, they need to put their worries in other places instead of him.

He found out recently, the louder noise he made, the more shocking wins he had, the more often that the cameras were immediately on him. He actually had given a thought that they were doing this lately as to make some sort of documentary about all the insanity surrounding him lately. Hell, might as well, his life has been an open book a lot lately.

So let’s make it a show.

“H’OKAY! Let’s get a couple of things out of the way.” Miles says tossing his ring coat, as we hear it hit the equipment box with a solid thud followed by the towel on top of it, “ONE! Finn Mother Fuckin’ Whelan, you are a madman and maaaaaaaaaate...I’m sure once this adrenaline wears off, every inch of me is gonna scream in a reminder of what we just did out there.”

He sits one of the water bottles down, opens one up and takes a quick sip before dumping the rest on top of his head, and he shakes it off, “And not one bad feeling about it because I KNOW what you were doing. I knew the lesson you wanted to teach me and I’m not going to hold this against you. You simply stepped up and tried your best to knock that rust off all off of a favour being asked by Mercer. But sorry, Tin Man, I was a little quicker tonight and we’re going to leave it at that.”

“I warned everyone that this whole mindset of me not taking shit seriously, is going to come to an end. I do hope Austin realizes it now but somehow I think he is going to continue to DOG ME every chance he gets, but I no longer have the time to even give that a moment of focus because now we move on to brighter ideas.” Miles takes a seat on the equipment box and fiddles with his coat a little bit, as he gets comfy. He opens the other bottle and takes a long drink from it as he contemplates his next words carefully.

“I will say that just two weeks ago, I felt like the most popular tosser in the bunch and suddenly I didn’t feel like all this work that I had put in was all for absolute dick. Calvin Harris, the SCW Internet Champion called his shot.” He grabs his towel and runs it through the dark blonde curly locks and his rugged, almost exhausted looking face, before he just sets it across his shoulders again, “And bruv, before we go any further, thank you on even considering me for this and I heard you before I went out there tonight and took on a former World Champion, I tried to not let it feed my ego and you were 100% right, the fans deserve this and they want it.”

“So, this is going to happen one way or another and we’re going to get it going in Fresno. Whether that Internet Title is on the line or not, I do not care. It’s going to be a match that is going to set the tone of things to come. I just have this feeling.” Miles smirks for a moment, “The fact that it has taken this long since your return for us to even do this feels like a crime and who the fuck are we to deny the anticipation to just keep on bubbling.”

He rolls his shoulders, like he feels that adrenaline begin to wear off and the pains of the match starting to really sit in, “I am more than likely going to be sore from head to toe still after the ass kicking I got tonight, but I will be there next Sunday and we’re about to give and get as great as the rest of them.”

And with that he slowly slides off the box and gathers up his stuff before he looks back, “Now, if you excuse me, I’m gonna go rest up because something tells me that I have a lot of work ahead of me....and a lot of ibuprofen....and maybe a couple of shots of tequila...actually maybe whiskey.”


How Do You Even...?
Back in Last Vegas

The night had settled over the desert city, casting the room into shadows save for the soft glow of the moon filtering through the curtains. In the bedroom that Miles and Carter shared, the atmosphere was heavy with unspoken words.

Carter lay on his back, his gaze fixed on the ceiling, his father's journal resting on his chest. Miles sat on the edge of the bed, his hands clasped together, uncertain of what to say or do. The weight of the moment hung in the air.

Miles finally broke the silence. "Babe, I can't pretend to know what you're feeling right now. But I want you to know that I'm here for you, whatever you decide to do."

Carter turned his head slightly to look at Miles, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. "I never thought... I never thought I'd hear from him again, and then him stalking me... let alone like this."

Miles nodded, his expression filled with understanding. "I know, love. It's a lot to process. And it's okay to take your time with it."

Carter sighed, setting the journal aside on the nightstand. He turned to face Miles, his expression a mix of gratitude and uncertainty. "You've been so patient with me, Miles. I know I've been distant about this whole thing, but it's just... it's so much to take in."

Miles reached out and gently brushed a lock of hair from Carter's forehead. "Hey, if I were in your shoes, I have no idea how I would even react if my asshole of an old man showed up suddenly after 15 years. It probably would be very similar to how you have been up until just now.” Miles lays down by him and smiles gently, “You don't have to figure it all out tonight. We can take it one step at a time. Your father's journal will be there when you're ready."

Carter's hand found Miles', their fingers intertwining. "Thank you for being here for me, for understanding. I just - How can you be so absolutely gentle and loving about the whole damn situation?"

Miles smiled softly, his thumb caressing Carter's hand. "Well it might have to do with the fact that I actually love you.” Miles lets out a laugh which brings a small laugh from Carter for a moment, “I'm here, no matter what you decide. And now to sound all mushy, but we’ve come far enough, I have absolutely zero issues in letting you cry while I hold you and tell you it’ll all be okay."

Miles held his arms open for a moment before Carter barely even thought twice and moved right into Miles arms and wrapped himself up in his grasp.

A couple hours later...

The dimly lit hallway was quiet, save for the faint hum of the air conditioning. Carter lay sound asleep in their bedroom, exhaustion finally claiming him after a turbulent evening. Miles, however, found himself restless.

He carefully slipped out of bed, trying not to wake Carter, who had finally found some solace in sleep. The floor felt cool beneath his feet as he made his way to the kitchen for a glass of water. The desert night outside the window was actually storming currently, an interesting contrast to the emotional storm that had swept through the room earlier.

As Miles filled a glass with water, he couldn't help but think about Carter and the immense weight that had been placed on his shoulders. His own past had been filled with its share of turmoil, but he'd never had to face a situation quite like this.

He went to take a small drink before he heard, Joan clearing her throat behind him. He didn’t even hear her come out of the room but he didn’t jump but just turned around with a small smile.

"Couldn't sleep either, huh?" Miles asked softly as he entered the room, leaving the door slightly ajar.

Joan looked up, her eyes filled with a mixture of weariness and concern. He offered her a glass from the drying tray next to the sink and she took it, turning to the refrigerator and pouring herself a glass of milk. She would just sigh and shake her head, "No, dear. My mind's been racing all evening. I worry about Carter and what all of this means for him."

Miles took to leaning against the counter, nodding in understanding. "Yeah, it's a lot for him to process. He's been through so much tonight."

Joan took to standing across from him the milk setting on the counter, currently forgotten, "He's a strong young man, but even the strongest need someone to lean on. I'm grateful he has you, Miles."

Miles smiled, genuinely touched by Joan's words. "I'll do my best to support him, Joan. He means the world to me."

Joan reached out and patted Miles's hand gently. "I can see that, dear. You're a good man, and you love him deeply. That's what matters most."

They sat in companionable silence for a while, both lost in their thoughts. Outside, the desert night held its secrets, and inside, two souls found solace in the presence of each other. “I should get back just in case he wakes up. Hopefully you can find sleep soon.”

“I will try. Sweet dreams, dear.” Grams raises her glass before heading back into the spare bedroom.

“Sweet dreams.” Miles says just before he slips back in to his room, placing the glass to the side and slipping carefully back into bed. Just as he is about to close his eyes he feels Carter curl up into him again and he places a gentle kiss on top of his head.

Carter simply sighs in his sleep and finally sleep captures Miles but just before he slips into it he hears, “Thank you, love.”

A familiar sentence between the two and one that neither will ever regret.

Just Laying It All Out There

Have you ever felt completely naked while fully clothed? I’m always been told that I’m never tough enough, that I just roll with it and have no problem in remaining less than my ability.

Let’s get something out of the way from the get, there is a fine line between being content in life and people out there actually trying to claim that I don’t want more!

Pardon me, but WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?!?!

If anyone knows me, I do not like to settle for more than a moment when it comes to my career. I’m always looking for some way to improve. And if you don’t see that, than you need to call your doc, have your eyes, your ears and maybe even your brain checked. Take off those damn blinders.

Or better yet, keep talking your shit because me and you? We’re about to have a ‘Come to Jesus’ moment, where you are not going to like the outcome.

You bastards want a more vicious Miles Kasey, instead of the ever loveable Milo?

On your head be it.

The studio lights flickered to life, casting a warm glow over Miles Kasey as he settled into his chair. Across from him, a well-known wrestling journalist flashed a congenial smile. The camera began to roll, capturing the charged atmosphere.

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. Tonight, we have the privilege of sitting down with none other than Miles Kasey, an absolutely outstanding SCW star and some would say the embodiment of resilience and tenacity. Miles, this weekend is participating in Violent Conduct IX and their traditional King for a Day ladder match," the interviewer began, his voice tinged with excitement. "Miles, welcome."

Miles inclined his head, his expression a mixture of confidence and focus. "Thank you for having me."

The interviewer shifted the conversation slightly, his tone now lighthearted. "Let’s talk about the obvious here first and let's talk about something a bit more personal. We've seen your partner, Carter, by your side through thick and thin. How does having that kind of support impact your approach to a match as crucial as King for a Day?"

Miles' expression softened, a fond smile playing at the corners of his lips. "Ah, Carter. He's been my anchor, my rock. It’s so easy, when you have a match at the caliber of what I am facing at Violent Conduct. Having him by my side isn't just about having someone to come home to—it's about having someone who understands this world, who understands me. He's seen the sweat, the pain, and the sacrifices that go into what I do."

He leaned back, his gaze distant for a moment. "But it’s just so much more. When I step into that ring, I know I'm not alone. Carter's support fuels me, drives me to push through the challenges. It's a different kind of motivation, a reminder that there's something beyond the cheers and the spotlight. He's a constant reminder of the life waiting beyond those ropes."

The interviewer nodded in understanding. "It sounds like he's more than just a partner to you."

Miles chuckled, a warmth in his eyes. "Absolutely. Let me just put this out there, he is without a doubt my better half. I’m not gonna go all Tom Cruise crazy and whatnot but I love and adore him. He's the one who keeps me grounded, who reminds me that there's more to life than this crazy world of wrestling. His unwavering belief in me, even in my darkest moments, it's like having a piece of home wherever I go."

He leaned in, his tone earnest. "Carter's taught me that the strength to conquer anything I do comes from within, but the strength to conquer life? Well, that comes from the people you choose to share it with."

As he spoke, there was a depth of emotion in Miles' voice, a recognition of the profound impact Carter had on his journey. The human aspect, the personal connection, was an integral part of his preparation for the match.

The interviewer leaned in, a hint of curiosity in his gaze. "Let's address the recent events, going back to the most recent Climax Control. Your tag match victory followed by an unexpected attack from your own partner, Austin James Mercer. It must've been quite the emotional rollercoaster. How are you processing it all?"

Miles leaned back, a wry grin playing on his lips. "Ah, the tag match. That was a hell of a ride, wasn't it? As for Austin's little 'surprise,' well, it wasn't exactly a shocker. I've had my fair share of encounters with that bloke. But you see, when you've been through the trenches, when you've faced betrayal and pain from life itself, you're not easily fazed. I've taken punches from life that hit a whole lot harder than anything Austin's thrown at me."

The interviewer nodded, his intrigue growing. "Strong words, Miles. Speaking of Austin and your other opponent, Jack, they've been quite vocal about their doubts regarding your ability to seize control, especially in a match like King for a Day. How do you respond to their skepticism?"

Miles leaned forward, his eyes locked onto the camera. "Austin and Jack can talk all they want. I've never been one to rely on words to define me. It's in my actions, my journey. I’ve been called complacent for how my own career has gone. People want me to try and take the fast track, when I am perfectly fine to show people that I am more than capable of standing there, IF  I should so choose to do so. I don’t wanna burn out too fast, I wanna be able to enjoy my time in my career. A career where we see people getting so badly hurt at such young ages, that they have no choice but to give it up. As for King for a Day? It's more than just a match. It's a chance for me to prove that I've been seizing control from day one. I've fought uphill battles, faced demons that would've shattered others. This match, this moment, it's the culmination of all I've overcome. And trust me, I won't let their doubts determine my destiny."

The interviewer leaned back slightly, a sense of captivation evident in his expression. "And what's your strategy going into the ladder match? It's a complex and physically demanding match type."

Miles grinned, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the armrest. "Ladder matches are about more than just brawn. They're about strategy, about outwitting your opponents. I've been studying, learning from the best in the business. My strategy? It's simple: I'll outlast them and maybe attempt to outsmart them. We’ve all seen what it’s like when I let my brain get in the way and when it comes to those in this match, the three other individuals are far more cerebral than I could possibly ever be. I've climbed metaphorical mountains of doubt, swam through rivers of pain. This ladder? It's just another obstacle, and I'm damn good at overcoming those."

A flicker of admiration crossed the interviewer's eyes as he pressed on. "Any words for your opponents, Miles?"

Miles leaned back, his expression serious. "Austin, Jack, and anyone else underestimating me...keep watching. And please go right ahead and keep doubting. But remember, come Violent Conduct IX, you'll be witnessing a new chapter in my story. A chapter where I take the reins, where I show that I'm not just a contender, but a force to be reckoned with. It's going to be a night that leaves a mark on SCW history."

The interviewer leaned in again, his tone becoming more inquisitive. "Miles, there's one more name that's been conspicuously absent from the recent chatter—Alexander Raven. He's remained rather quiet leading up to Violent Conduct IX. What's your take on his silence and how do you anticipate his presence might factor into the match?"

Miles leaned back, his brow furrowing slightly. "Ah, Alexander Raven. The enigma in the shadows. You see, Raven's silence doesn't fool me. He's a strategist, a thinker. I've been in the ring with him before, I know what he's capable of. His quiet demeanor? It's a facade, a smokescreen. Underestimate him, and you'll be playing right into his hands."

He leaned forward again, a glint of determination in his eyes. "Raven's not the type to make noise for the sake of it. He's saving his energy, biding his time. But let me tell you something—I won't make the mistake of overlooking him. I've faced adversity from all sides, and I'm prepared for whatever curveballs he might throw. The quiet ones? They're often the most dangerous."

The interviewer nodded, a sense of intrigue coloring his features. "So, you're keeping a close eye on Raven?"

Miles smiled, a mixture of respect and caution evident in his expression. "Absolutely. I’d be a fool to not take his threat seriously, much like I’d be an absolute belland for not feeling threatened by Austin and Jack. Because I know that when they do make a move, it'll be calculated, it'll be impactful. I will say that Raven might be the wildcard in this match, but I won't let any surprises catch me off guard. I'll be ready for whatever any of them brings to the table."

As Miles spoke, there was a palpable tension in the air, a recognition that in a match like King for a Day, every participant would bring their unique strengths to the battleground.

The interviewer grinned, a sense of camaraderie in his tone. "Well, there you have it, folks. Miles Kasey, resolute and ready to seize control at Violent Conduct IX. Thank you for sharing your insights with us, Miles."

Miles stood up, extending his hand with a confident smile. "Thank you. And to everyone watching, brace yourselves for Violent Conduct IX. It's going to be a night of unforgettable action."

As Miles walked off set, the studio lights casting a final glow around him, the sense of unyielding determination he exuded lingered in the air—a testament to his unwavering spirit in the face of challenge.


Restless Night

Let it be known though, through the swagger, the smirks and all- I am my own worst critic. I could easily live in my own head 24/7 and what good does that do for me?

A lot of sleepless nights.

My energy level has been jacked for the better part of a week too. I’ve been lucky to get a solid 3 hours of sleep at times. Tonight, no exception and I’m not about to keep Carter up for all hours of the night to work through my own bullshit. He gets a little cranky on little sleep and there is not enough caffeine to remotely make up for it.

So here I am. In my own head.

The hotel room was steeped in darkness, the only source of light being the soft glow of the moon filtering through the curtains. Carter lay in peaceful slumber, his steady breaths a soothing lullaby. But for Miles, sleep remained elusive, his mind a swirl of thoughts and emotions.

He tossed and turned, the sheets tangling around his legs, as his gaze flicked restlessly between the ceiling and his phone resting on the nightstand. His heart raced, the anticipation of the match and the undercurrent of adrenaline refusing to let him find respite.

With a frustrated sigh, Miles reached for his phone, the screen casting an eerie glow in the dim room. His fingers danced over the screen, scrolling through his messages. Then, a notification caught his eye—a message from Bella. His lips curved into a small smile.

"Hey, stranger," her message read.

Miles' thumbs danced over the keyboard as he typed out a reply. "Hey yourself. Can't sleep?"

Almost immediately, Bella's response appeared. "Nope, wide awake. Máire's got me on mommy duty."

Chuckling softly, he pulled himself out of bed carefully so as to not wake Carter and Miles typed as he made his way into an area separate from the bedroom, "Ah, the joys of parenthood. How's the little one doing?"

“Hold on.” is what he got next, followed quickly by a video chat via messenger as Bella's smile was evident as she was cuddling her daughter in one arm while holding her phone with the other, "She's an almost three-week-old bundle of energy, even at this hour."

Miles chuckled, seeing Bella's hands full with her newborn daughter. "Just like her dear old mum. Well, at least you're not alone in the sleepless nights."

Bella's laughter seemed to fill the room, despite the distance. "True that. So what has you up so late, recently? So, pre-match jitters?"

Miles leaned back against the pillows, a mixture of exhaustion and anticipation evident in his gaze. "Yeah, you could say that. It's like my mind's racing a million miles an hour."

Bella's eyes sparkled with understanding. "I remember that feeling, even if it was from a different kind of performance."

Miles smiled, the familiarity of their friendship providing a sense of comfort. "You were always good at channeling that energy."

Bella shrugged playfully. "Or maybe just good at hiding the nerves."

Miles chuckled, his restlessness momentarily forgotten. "You've always been a pro at that."

Bella leaned back, her expression softening. "So, King for a Day. Big deal, huh?"

Miles nodded, a mixture of determination and excitement in his eyes. "Yeah, it's a hell of an opportunity. A chance to show the world that I'm not just a fighter, but a strategist too. And that's what I've been working on. Besides Lach, it doesn’t seem like much of the gang from Wolfslair wants to remind me of it because they’re trying so hard to stay out of the middle of all this stuff going on between myself and Austin."

Bella leaned in, her expression serious yet encouraging. "Hey, listen to me. You got this, Miles. I've seen you overcome hurdles that would've broken others. You've got the heart and the talent. Now it's just a matter of seizing that moment."

"Thanks, Bella," Miles said sincerely. "Means a lot coming from you. It's just...sometimes the weight of it all, you know? But talking to you, it kind of eases the tension."

Bella's smile was gentle. "That's what friends are for, right? That and I’m sure Carter will appreciate you talking someone else’s ear off and letting him sleep."

Miles nodded, a grateful warmth flooding his chest. "Absolutely. ...wait...has he said anything?"

“Just the lack of sleep he’s been getting, that and the one twitter post where he was cranky.” she teased, “Call it a mother’s intuition. Find that comes it quite useful with you guys.”

They chatted for a while longer, about wrestling, life outside the ring, and everything in between. The screen cast a soft glow on Miles' face as their conversation flowed effortlessly. The restlessness that had plagued him earlier began to dissipate, replaced by a sense of connection and camaraderie.

As the conversation came to a close, Bella yawned, her eyes twinkling, she had long since put her daughter down in her crib. "Well, I should probably try to get some sleep before Máire's next feeding."

Miles chuckled, his own exhaustion catching up to him. "Yeah, I should probably attempt that too. Thanks for this, Bella. Seriously."

Bella's smile was warm and genuine. "Anytime, Miles. You know where to find me. Good luck. Kick some ass out there."

"You too. Take care," Miles said as they bid each other goodbye.

The screen went dark, leaving the room in soft shadows once again. Miles settled back against the pillows, a sense of calm washing over him. Though sleep might still be elusive, the weight of the upcoming match felt a little lighter, thanks to a friend who understood the intricacies of the wrestling world.

He smirked and laughed that one of the best friends he could ever ask for knew how to break him down and get him to at least rest a little bit. He would carefully crawl back into bed next to Carter and pull him close. As he closed his eyes, he couldn't help but feel grateful for the connections he had made, the support he had, and the journey that had led him to this moment. The night might be restless, but there was a quiet confidence that was building within him—a fire that would guide him through the challenges that lay ahead.


Seizing Control: A View from the Shadows

The arena was cloaked in darkness, a stark contrast to the blinding spotlight that awaited its moment. Miles Kasey stood at the edge of the ring, the canvas beneath his boots almost buzzing with anticipation. His silhouette was sharp against the dimness, his outline etched in the subtle play of light and shadow.

"So, I stand at the crossroads of doubt and determination," his voice, low and resonant, sliced through the stillness. "I can still hear their voices—the skeptics, the naysayers—questioning my ability to seize the big victories that have been plaguing me on and off for quite some time. But doubt is just another opponent, and I've faced worse. Doubt is the fire that fuels my ambition, that drives me to reach heights I once thought impossible."

As his words echoed through the arena, a projection began to play on the screen behind him. Images of his past battles, his triumphs, and his moments of vulnerability flashed by in rapid succession. It was a visual representation of the journey that had brought him to this pivotal juncture.

"It's funny, you know?" he continued, his gaze fixed on the screen. "Life is a lot like this match. A ladder of challenges, each rung taking us higher, each step fraught with uncertainty. But we climb because we crave something beyond the struggle. We climb for the view from the top, for the moments that make every bruise and every tear worthwhile."

The spotlight intensified, casting a stark contrast between Miles and the surrounding darkness. His form appeared almost ethereal, as if he was a beacon of resolve in the midst of the unknown.

"And as I ascend that ladder tonight, I'm not alone," his voice held a note of conviction, of unity. "I carry the lessons of those who came before me, the mentors and the friends who've shaped my journey. And I carry the camaraderie of those that have cheered me on, who've shared in my victories and defeats."

With each word he spoke, the screen behind him showcased the faces of those who had been a part of his wrestling odyssey—his partner, his friends, and the fans who had stood by him through thick and thin.

"Austin James Mercer, Jack Washington, and Alexander Raven," his tone shifted, an edge of determination piercing through. "The men that even the smartest gambler would bet on as the sure thing to walk away with that Golden Briefcase that is going to be hanging high above the ring."

As he spoke, images of his opponents flashed on the screen—one by one, their faces appeared, each accompanied by snippets of their confrontations.

"But there when you come down to it," he continued, his voice gaining intensity, "and nothing against these men, when it comes to hunger and the absolute NEED to shut all three of them up."

The screen transitioned to show the three opponents he named, each in a moment of triumphant arrogance.

"Yeah, that goes to yours truly," he declared, his voice unwavering. "I’m not blind. I am certainly not deaf. I hear every single thing that is being said about me and about how it seems like I am complacent with being in the middle."

As he spoke, the images shifted to show headlines and tweets questioning his place in the wrestling world, doubting his capability.

"Some would even say that I don’t even belong there," his voice carried a mixture of frustration and resolve. "I have been working myself down to the absolute bone, trying to figure out what exactly it would take to finally live up to each and every one of your supposed expectations."

The images on the screen began to blur, overlaid by a transparent image of Miles in a contemplative pose.

"And the more I worried about that," his voice softened, tinged with self-discovery, "The more I realized that if I finally gave in, if I finally am like ‘yeah you’re right’ I would turn into bitter, cocky pricks that seemingly do not give a rats ass about anyone but themselves."

The screen shifted to show moments of his vulnerability—times when he questioned his own worth.

"I’m supposed to run with a pack," his tone grew resolute, "That pack is supposed to have each other's backs. Instead, I find myself the lone wolf of the pack because it has to always be the hard way."

Images of his friends, his alliances, juxtaposed with moments of isolation.

"I have had no issues with that in the past and I certainly have no problems with it now," his voice resonated with a mix of acceptance and defiance.

The screen was dominated by a stark image of a wolf, fierce and untamed, embodying Miles' spirit.

"I can feel it, I can feel that moment is right there," his voice surged with anticipation, "And just because of three men that seem to think they can make me the fodder of every single joke they have about the guy that ‘Should have been the next big one but keep tripping at the finish line’, they feel like I am unworthy of getting this crowning achievement."

The screen transitioned to show the opponents' taunts, the laughter that had echoed in his ears.

"And make no mistake," his tone turned fierce, "I have had no issue in making fun at the expense of myself but I am so totally fucking over the whispers."

Images of Miles confronting his opponents, of standing tall in the face of mockery.

"And it’s about damn time, don’t you think?" his words hung in the air, charged with determination.

The screen displayed a moment frozen in time, Miles looking into the distance, a fierce determination in his eyes.

"Actually I wanna thank Austin and Jack and even Raven," his voice took on a touch of gratitude, "For shelling out my weaknesses for the whole world to see, just so I don’t have to."

Images of his opponents' criticisms and provocations, overlaid with images of Miles in contemplation.

"I actually have to thank you," his tone shifted, grew resolute, "For actually not whispering behind my back because you all know exactly what I am capable of."

Images of Miles fighting back, his spirit unyielding in the face of adversity.

"And I’m about to prove it in one of the most spectacular ways ever," his voice swelled with conviction.

The screen shifted to show moments of Miles' training, his preparation, his unwavering dedication.

"And you better believe that I’m gonna take advantage of it in the grandest way ever," his words echoed, charged with the energy of his determination.

The screen displayed images of Miles in victorious moments, his hand raised in triumph.

"Just remember, YOU wanted this," his voice was a battle cry, a declaration of his readiness.

The screen faded to black, leaving the arena in darkness once more, the echoes of Miles' words lingering in the air.

"Now, you’re gonna get it."

Twenty-Nine Trips Around The Sun

Throw everything you have into it, especially when you have nothing to lose and everything to gain.

And what does that get you?

Drilling your stablemate through the commentary table, knocking you both out and busting up your own ribs, therefore taking you out of the ring for 3 weeks and doing God knows what to him, therefore only extending the hell that you have been putting yourselves through for a number of months.

ALSO!

Unsure of the damage you did to him because well Austin never shows his cards but considering they had to peel him up from the remnants of the table, the damage was done. And not one thing was solved.

So, what next?

A Little Mayhem

Christian Underwood, SCW’s answer for the devil's advocate, just had to be laughing his absolute arse off when he concocted this match.

And honestly, Miles should have seen it coming the minute he walked into Peru, to watch and cheer on Carter as he had the biggest match of his career against J2H, and immediately get yanked right into the trainers room.

Which, since what took place in Jordan, has become a regular situation for him but usually he has been allowed time to breathe before being poked at and asking where it hurts. In turn it made Miles only want to grab one of their little tools and poke them in a very sensitive spot and ask them where it fucking hurts.

Thankfully that was kept to just an inner thought.

But finally the words he longed to hear happened and written down on the sheet that he was to give to both Mark and Christian as soon as he left, *ALL CLEAR FOR COMPETITION BEGINNING NEXT WEEK*

“FUCKING FINALLY!” is all that he let out the minute he got through the door to the hallway. He was pretty sure that a piece of paper wasn’t really needed after that to let everyone know he was finally cleared. Hell, he felt good to go as of last week so this was just paperwork at this point.

So now he just had to make it through this week, knowing he was a healthy scratch now, he needed to be there for Carter who was already a nervous wreck.

But even as the show ticked on, the hair on the back of his neck stood up, he knew that somewhere evil minds were at work.

Going into that go home show in Rio, it would be strange bedfellows indeed.


Someone’s Got A Birthday, I Wonder Who?

He was an absolutely impossible man to buy for. He knew that.

Miles was someone who loved to give and asked for absolutely nothing in return and that probably drove Carter insane the most.

And it wasn’t like they were able to take a week off to go jaunting off to Dollywood like Miles did for Carter’s birthday just a couple of months ago. This time around work called and they had to be in Rio de Janeiro. It also wasn’t like Miles was intentionally being difficult to give out ideas. Things that neither one had tried before that could be done around the area during the day of Miles’ big 29th birthday. Last year was perhaps the best one yet, after years of not really celebrating at all after he left home.

Though he doesn’t remember the majority of it, there is video footage out there somewhere ready for blackmail, he was sure of it.

But when Wednesday finally came around, Miles would open his eyes just like every other morning to find the other side of the bed surprisingly empty. Carter was NEVER up before he was, the majority of the time. Usually Miles was up about 2 hours earlier than now and already had a run and shower. Instead, the alarm was turned off, his phone was also missing along with the charger cable.

“Babes?” Miles called out but no answer was given. He could hear moving around outside the bedroom though.

Now on any other given day, Miles would just saunter out sans clothes but something told him to at least throw a pair of shorts on, just in case Carter decided to have people out there waiting for a ‘too early for people’ Happy Birthday.

Outside the bedroom of the suite that they currently called home for the week, Carter was preparing a small dining room table that was full of pretty much all of Miles’ favorite breakfast foods. WAY too much for the both of them to eat even on Miles’ best day. He hadn’t heard the door open up behind him and Miles stepped out from the room and walked around looking slightly relieved that no one but them were there. Carter would stand up straight making sure that everything was perfect before he slightly jumped when Miles wrapped his arms around Carter’s midsection and pulled him close, giving a little peck on his shoulder and huskily saying, “It appears someone turned off the alarm and stole my phone from me this morning.”

That brought a smirk to Carter’s face, before he turned around, “Well, it’s your birthday and you deserve to sleep in and be spoiled.”

“You’ve done enough spoiling on me for the last 3 weeks taking care of me. This?” Miles looks around and sees all the food that is spread out, “Are you trying to fatten me up?”

Carter mock-scoffs at that and pushes him away jokingly, “Never!”

“Love, this looks like the spread at SCW’s catering. There is no way in hell we both can eat all of this, unless Ari and Francisco are gonna pop up this early, and if that’s the case I may have to make my coffee an Irish one.” Miles joked, grabbing a couple of cups and pouring some of the freshest coffee he’s ever smelled in his life. He would have to remember to send Bella a message about it later. But after fixing them both, he would bring one cup over to Carter who was still fussing about things, “Ok, you are seriously fussing over this! What’s the deal?”

Carter sighs and takes the cup from Miles and trying to give an innocent look but you know he’s just biting at the bit about something, “Just wanting things to be perfect that’s all.”

“Like I said, there is more than enough food here....” A knock comes to the door and Miles groans.

“Can you get that? I still have to warm up the muffins.”

“Fine, but I am not putting a shirt on even if it is those two. It’s my birthday! They’re lucky I don’t run around naked all damn day!” Miles says as he opens the door and finishing the sentence and then his eyes grow wide, “What in the-?”

On the other side of the door stands Miles' mom, Mora and his twin sister, Brianna, who shouts out, “SURPRISE!!!”

“Ho-ly shit!” as Miles sweeps them both up in a giant hug.

“Happy Birthday, my dear sweet boy!” Mora says, muffled in the arms of her son.

“I cannot believe this!” he said letting them go and pulling them both inside the suite, “How? When?”

“Carter, of course! He called a couple of weeks ago, flew us in.” Mora said motioning towards Carter who was peeking his head down the hall and waving with a giant smile on his face.

“I told you he’d love it!” Carter said, “Miles let them in and sit! Breakfast is getting cold.”

“It does smell terrific. Carter, please tell me you didn’t go all out for us?” Mora said.

“I can tell you he did exactly that,” Miles said holding a chair out for his mom before doing the same for his sister, “He’s got two birthdays in the same room and after I spoiled his mum and grandmother, this is his way of getting back on that.”

“Prove it,” Carter said, sticking his tongue out at his boyfriend who gave him a look that he’d pay for that later.

“I will say that this day is off to an amazing start. When was the last time we actually celebrated our birthdays together?” Miles said looking at Bri, “I wanna say we were like 14?”

Brianna pours herself a cup of coffee and takes a sip, “Mmm, actually we were 13. It poured all day long so you had all my friends in the same place as all of your friends and it made for awkward conversation for a bunch of kids who just hit puberty.”

“The cake was excellent though.” Miles said laughing and nodding towards his mother, “We may not have ever had a lot but that devils food cake with peanut butter icing was just...” he does the chefs kiss.

“I sadly couldn’t bring it with me...but, I did manage to get something for you from home.” Mora said, reaching into her oversized bag. She pulls out a small 6-pack of Krispy Kreme donuts.

“And just like that, I have the best mum ever!”

“HEY! No spoiling what we got here,” Carter let out when he went to open the box, “Which reminds me, I gotta get those muffins.”

Carter stood up to get that crossing behind Miles and touching his shoulder, which Miles stopped him with his hand on his, and brings him down for a quick kiss, “Best birthday ever.”

“Just wait until tonight. I’ve only just begun.”

Later that night

The ambiance of the restaurant was lively, the sound of soft Brazilian music filling the air as candlelight flickered across the table. It was a perfect evening in Rio, and the gathering was intimate yet joyous. Miles, his twin sister Brianna, his mother Mora, along with Ari and Francisco and of course Carter were all gathered to celebrate their joint 29th birthday.

Laughter and chatter floated around the table as they savored their dinner. Stories were shared, memories revisited, and the love that bound them together was palpable. It was a moment of togetherness that Miles cherished deeply.

As the evening progressed, a warm smile played on Carter's lips. He shifted slightly in his seat, reaching into his pocket, his eyes locking onto Miles'. In that unspoken moment, Miles could feel a sense of anticipation building in the air.

Carter's gaze held his for a moment before he pulled out an elegant box from his pocket. His fingers grazed over the soft velvet exterior before he gently pushed the box toward Miles. "Happy birthday, Miles," he said softly, his voice carrying a hint of affection.

Miles looked at the box, his curiosity piqued. He met Carter's gaze again, his heart fluttering slightly as he reached for the box. There was a mixture of excitement and something more, something deeper that he couldn't quite put into words.

Opening the box revealed the gleam of polished steel and the glint of diamonds. His breath caught as he laid eyes on the exquisite Rolex watch nestled within the cushioned interior. The craftsmanship was impeccable, the design both elegant and understated.

Miles' gaze lifted from the watch to meet Carter's eyes, his own eyes shining with a blend of surprise and gratitude. "Carter... this is... incredible."

Carter's smile grew, a soft flush coloring his cheeks as he looked at Miles. "I know you're not usually one for flashy things, but I thought this might be different."

Miles felt a lump forming in his throat, the weight of Carter's words sinking in. He lifted the watch from the box, holding it in his palm, feeling the cool metal against his skin. It was more than just a watch; it was a symbol of their relationship, a testament to the love they had for each other.

He looked up at Carter again, his eyes shimmering. "I- I love it. Thank you," he managed to say, his voice laced with emotion.

Carter reached across the table, his fingers gently brushing against Miles' hand. "You gave me my beautiful moonstone necklace," he said softly, referring to the moonstone necklace Miles had gifted him on his birthday, one that he wears practically everywhere, including tonight. "I wanted to give you something equally special."

Miles nodded, his heart swelling with affection. In that moment, their connection felt deeper than ever, a bond that transcended material things.

As the evening continued, the watch found its place on Miles' wrist, a constant reminder of the love they shared. And while the watch itself was undoubtedly a precious gift, it was the sentiment behind it that truly mattered—the promise of time spent together, moments cherished, and a future filled with love and adventure.


You Shouldn’t Trust Me

The day following the birthday celebration was a mixture of tranquility and tension for Miles. The sun hung lazily in the sky, casting a warm golden glow over the Rio de Janeiro landscape. Miles found himself on the balcony of their temporary suite, a cup of coffee in hand, and his thoughts consumed by the upcoming tag team match.

“As I stand here, just a few days away from that ring, I can't help but reflect on the chaotic path that's led us here. Austin and I, two men who should be allies, whose paths were once intertwined, are now standing on opposite sides of the ring. The last time we faced each other, it was nothing short of a collision of anger, history, and pain. We both ended up shattered, the match thrown into chaos, and neither of us could claim victory.”

He leaned against the railing, gazing out at the sprawling city below. The ocean breeze rustled through his hair, carrying with it a sense of calm that contrasted sharply with the storm brewing within him. His mind echoed with the words he had spoken just days ago, the monologue that had captured his feelings about the strange bedfellows match.

Austin James Mercer. The name brought forth a complex blend of emotions. Once friends, their bond had fractured under the weight of their shared history and recent conflicts. It was difficult to forget the chaos of their last encounter, the match that had spiraled into a destructive frenzy, leaving them both battered and bruised.

“Now, fate has thrown us together once again, not as opponents, but as reluctant partners. Strange bedfellows indeed. Teaming up with a man I've clashed with both physically and emotionally. It's a scenario I never thought I'd find myself in. Trust? That's not a word that fits here. The scars run deep, the wounds still raw.”

Miles took a sip of his coffee, the bitterness of the brew a stark reminder of the bitterness that still lingered between them. Fate had an uncanny way of weaving paths together, and now he found himself standing at a crossroads with Austin once again. This time, not as adversaries, but as reluctant partners.

He closed his eyes briefly, the memories of their clashes flooding his mind. Trust was a fragile thing, easily broken and hard to mend. The scars of their past ran deep, a constant reminder of the pain they had inflicted on each other. As Miles had said, the wounds were still raw.

But there was more at stake now. A common enemy, Jack Washington and Alexander Raven, both fueled by their own hatred for each other. Miles could practically feel the tension radiating from the ring, a maelstrom of emotions waiting to be unleashed.

“But sometimes, life takes us down roads we never expected. Sometimes, we find ourselves side by side with those we've shared bitter rivalries with. It's not about trust anymore, it's about survival. Survival in a match where animosity breeds uncertainty. I may not trust Austin, and I'm pretty damn sure he feels the same about me, but we share a common enemy. Jack Washington and Alexander Raven. Two men whose hatred for each other is almost tangible, their combined toxicity capable of tearing a hole in the very fabric of this ring.”

“We're all tangled in this web of history, animosity, and a dash of irony. We're not just fighting for a victory, but for a semblance of control over our own stories. We're stepping into that ring, four individuals who have our own reasons for being there. The air is thick with tension, each move we make fueled by more than just competition. This match isn't just a battle of strength; it's a battle of wills, of egos, of past grudges and future aspirations.”

As he opened his eyes, his gaze shifted to the Rolex watch on his wrist, a gift from Carter. It served as a symbol not only of their love but of the journey he was embarking on. The upcoming match wasn't just about victory; it was about proving to himself and to the world that he could rise above the past, the doubts, and the animosity.

Miles took a deep breath, letting the ocean breeze fill his lungs. The air was heavy with anticipation, each passing moment bringing him closer to the moment of truth. He knew the path ahead wouldn't be easy, that the ring would be a battleground of emotions as much as physicality. But he was ready, ready to face his doubts, ready to stand alongside a man he had clashed with and questioned.

“And as the crowd roars, as the adrenaline courses through our veins, I'll be there, facing Austin across the ring. The same man I've clashed with, bled with, and yes, even hurt. But in this moment, we're bound by a common purpose, a shared struggle against two men whose loathing for each other is as strong as our own. It's an unpredictable dance, a tango of emotions and alliances that will test the limits of what we can endure. And bragging rights, as we all get set for Violent Conduct.”

The city around him buzzed with life, a vibrant backdrop to the storm within him. As the sun dipped lower in the sky, casting long shadows over the balcony, Miles found a flicker of determination igniting within him. The match was a challenge, a test of wills and alliances, but he was resolved to face it head-on.

He set his coffee cup aside and straightened, his gaze fixed on the horizon. The tension in the air was palpable, a reminder that the storm was coming. But Miles was prepared. He was a man driven by more than just competition; he was driven by the need to overcome, to rise above, and to emerge stronger on the other side.

“So, I stand ready. Ready to face my own doubts and fears. Ready to stand beside a man I once trusted and now question. Ready to take on two opponents whose mutual hatred may be their ultimate downfall. I'll step into that ring not just as Miles Kasey, but as a man driven by something more. Whatever may come, one thing is certain: this match is not just about winning or losing, it's about proving to ourselves and to the world that we can rise above the chaos, the history, and the doubts, and emerge stronger on the other side.”

And with that, Miles knew that the time for reflection was over. The sun had fully set, casting the city into a canvas of twinkling lights. The ambiance of Rio de Janeiro's nightlife filtered into the suite, adding a touch of energy to the air.

“Gentleman, let’s party.”

How Far Have You Come?

Last Year
Miles Kasey had found himself at a loss as he mindlessly strolled through the Sun Princess. Through all the stress of his sister Brianna giving birth two weeks early, rushing back to home to be at her side when she had complications and legit every other fucking thing that was going wrong in his life.

At least it felt that way at that particular moment.

He was dealing with his heart and his mind being played with for almost an entire two months and quite frankly he was over it at this point. He was numb, he was drunk and despite some trying to tell him to call peace, go to the cause of his issues, he just wanted to clear his head and let his own thoughts make it even worse.

He was in a battle with himself.

Miles vs. Milo

Milo wanted nothing more than to go to the cause of the majority of his problems, try and work it out and continue to take it on the chin, feeling like he was the reason for all their problems. Some would have called it a fear of being alone, and honestly at that time, they would’ve been right.

Miles though wanted to just wash his hands of the entire fucking situation. The jealousy, the gaslighting and making him feel less than was more than enough for him to just be absolutely done with the whole situation and lesser people would have walked away even way before now.

As Miles found a secluded spot on the deck of the Sun Princess, the cool ocean breeze brushed against his face, offering a momentary respite from the chaos consuming his mind. The ship sailed through the night, the gentle rocking motion mirroring the turmoil within him.

But there was something else, a gnawing ache deep within him that he couldn't ignore. One who yearned for resolution, for reconciliation, for the chance to mend what was broken. And the part of him that had grown tired of the toxicity and manipulation, craving freedom from the chains that bound him. Each memory stung, reminding him of the pain he had endured.

As he sat there, the emptiness of his own thoughts echoed around him. It was in that quiet solitude that he knew a decision had to be made. He couldn't continue down this path of uncertainty and self-doubt. He deserved better. And deep down, he knew it.

“Miles?” he heard a voice call out to him, a familiar and friendly voice that came from Bella Madison. He knew she would mean well seeking him out but now was not the time. She was a name on the list of his fuck-ups that he has made.

All Miles could do was look up at her through his somewhat drunken haze and if there was a textbook picture for the way one would look when they pitied someone, that would be the current look Bella was giving him, “Hey, people are getting really worried about you.”

“So they sent you to find me?” Miles laughed, “This has to be the wildest form of ‘This is Your Life and how you fucked it up.’ Is Ness right around the corner?”

“You really think she wouldn’t have been thrown overboard by now if she was?” she said as she sat down next to him, nudging him a little bit, “They figured I would be the safest one to talk you down off the proverbial ledge. K would just pour more liquor down your throat, Mal has all the subtlety of a sherman tank and Lach is too busy trying to impregnate Si.”

They sit in silence for a moment before Miles just takes a deep sigh, “Have you seen her?”

“Becca? No, I haven’t but I saw the tweets. Miles, I can almost hear your brain right now and I can tell you that not dealing with it is only making it worse.” Bella reaches over and makes Miles look at her, “If you want to get through the rest of the cruise in any form of peace then you need to take the initiative and figure out what you really want.”

Miles shakes his head and almost looks completely freaked out for a moment, a rare sign of weakness in a man that is usually strong, but when you get berated for so long, “I just don’t know if I have it in me to...”

“You have all the strength in the world, Milo. What you lack is the understanding that there are several people on this boat that are genuinely caring about you and worried. This whole thing has done nothing but distract you and turned you into a miserable bastard since you found out.” Bella said sitting back, “You deserve to be happy and I can tell right now that you are not happy. I want you to be able to come back here next year, with whomever you are with and truly be 100% happy.”

Miles peaks over at her, “So you’re saying I should end it?”

Bella just sits there with her hands folded in front of her and you can tell she’s fighting what is at the tip of her tongue, “We’re friends, so while I want to tell you what you should do, I will not do that. All of this that you are going through, the Miles I know would never accept something like this. Lay it out with her, beyond the twitter battle. If it feels right then try, but I miss the cocky adorable Miles that I’ve seen shining through with your interactions with Zoey and Carter.”

Miles sits up a little straighter before sighing and slumping back in his chair, “But it’s that guy that caused this.”

Bella growls and stands up, putting her hands on her hips and glares at him, “And if she doesn’t accept you for what you really are, then is it even meant to be? Through all my flaws, through all of Malachi’s Oscar like demeanor, we accept and love each other unconditionally. Maybe your happiness isn’t with Becca and who knows, maybe that very person, whomever they may be is right here on this boat just as fucking miserable as you are.”

Miles laughs, “I highly doubt that.”

“Just...” Bella grabs his stubbled stubborn face, “Don’t let the fear of being alone dictate how happy you should really be.” With that she gave him a kiss on the top of his head, “And get a shower, you smell exactly like that jet fuel that K’s been giving you.”

She goes to step away and he keeps a hold of her hand to catch her attention and he gives it an appreciative kiss, “Thanks Bells.”

And with that she lets him be. Miles just sat there for a moment before he pushed himself up to a wobbly vertical stance and he grips the railing and closes his eyes trying to balance himself. As he opened his eyes, the stars twinkled above, and he looked up.

“Let me get the next one right, wontcha?”

Almost a Year Later
This past Tuesday

Practically in the same spot Miles and Carter enjoyed their time watching the sunset. Almost a whole year had passed and since January the duo was proudly together and happy. They loved to spoil each other, goofing around, there was plenty of laughter and love in the home they shared, even if Carter kept saying that it was Miles’ place and he just lived there ‘for now’.

Carter kept Miles on his toes while Miles kept Carter grounded.

What made it better is while Miles barely remembered the significance of the spot, his heart felt a whole lot fuller especially with the words that just came out of Carter’s mouth. There was no judgement from either one of them, no gaslighting and full on complete understanding.

And actual love.

He wasn’t going to push it any more than what he had heard tonight. For now, it was enough and definitely a sign of how far he had really come.


Bitch, Let’s Get Personal

The moonlight cast an ethereal glow on the deserted deck of the majestic cruise ship, where Miles Kasey found himself standing alone. The silence surrounding him offered solace and a momentary respite from the chaos that awaited him. He took a deep breath, allowing the salty breeze to invigorate his spirit as he gathered his thoughts.

"Peter Vaughn," Miles spoke softly, the determination in his voice resonating through the night. "It seems you just can't resist the opportunity to run your mouth, can you? Always trying to get under my skin, to belittle my accomplishments and remind me of past encounters. But let me remind you of something, Peter: sometimes history repeats itself, and this time, the outcome will be different."

A flicker of confidence danced in Miles' eyes as he recalled their previous battles, the draws and close calls that had defined their rivalry. He refused to let those stalemates overshadow his determination to emerge victorious this time.

"While you boast about our previous battles," Miles continued, his voice growing stronger, "The draws and close calls, let me remind you that the last time we faced each other, you didn't defeat me either. So don't get too comfortable with those hollow W's."

His voice carried a hint of defiance, fueled by the setbacks and disappointments he had experienced. Every stumble along the way had only ignited a fire within him, a relentless drive to succeed.

"Yes, I've had my setbacks, my disappointments," Miles acknowledged, his voice unwavering. "And there isn't a single asshole who won't constantly remind me of that... BUT each one has only fueled my determination to succeed."

The thought of Peter Vaughn's Roulette Championship victory lingered in his mind, but Miles was resolute in his belief that it didn't make his opponent invincible. He knew his true strength lay in his talent, perseverance, and the unwavering support of his fans.

"And as for your remarks about cheating," Miles stated firmly, "It's ironic coming from someone who associates himself with a troll. But let me assure you, Peter, I don't need weapons or underhanded tactics to win. I rely on my skill, my determination, and the unbreakable bond I share with my fans."

Miles' gaze shifted to the open expanse of the pool, the ultimate battleground for their forthcoming Ultimate X match. The very thought of it, the freedom it provided, stirred a fire within him that burned brighter than ever.

"You talk about Ultimate X and the freedom it provides," Miles declared, his voice brimming with confidence. "But let me tell you something, Peter: it's not about the weapons or the stunts; it's about the heart, the determination, and the will to overcome any obstacle. And in that regard, I am unstoppable."

A wry smile played on Miles' lips as he allowed himself a moment of levity amidst the intensity of their impending clash.

"Oh, and Gabriel," he interjected, a mischievous glint in his eye, "Do us all a favor, bruv? Please, for the sake of everyone's sanity, do NOT wear a Speedo. No one has the money for that kind of therapy."

He chuckled to himself, briefly relishing the lightheartedness of the remark, before refocusing his thoughts on the grand spectacle that awaited them.

"But let me make it clear," Miles proclaimed, his voice resolute once more. "I am Summer XXXTreme personified. I will push myself to the absolute limit, shatter boundaries, and show the world what I'm truly capable of. This Ultimate X match will be a spectacle, a showcase of athleticism and passion that will leave the SCW universe in awe, just like I always do."

Miles looked out over the pool, envisioning the X hanging high above, symbolizing the ultimate prize. He knew that when the dust settled, it would be his hand grasping that championship, and Peter Vaughn would find himself crashing down, defeated and perhaps a little bit humbled.

"So prepare yourself, Peter," Miles concluded, his voice filled with unwavering determination. "The time for talking is over. It's time to step up, beat the unholy hell out of each other, and let our actions speak for themselves. And when the proverbial dust settles, when the X hangs high above that pool, it will be my hand clutching that championship, and your crash down— or in this case, SPLASH down— in defeat will be etched in SCW history."

With a final deep breath, Miles turned away from the railing, leaving behind the solitary serenity of the deck. He walked purposefully, ready to face the challenges that awaited him in the Ultimate X match, armed with an unyielding determination to regain something that he knew rightfully belonged to him, that 10 pounds of gold known as the SCW Roulette Championship.