Taking Care

As the SCW Internet Champion, Miles Kasey was no stranger to challenges. Whether it was facing off against formidable opponents in the ring or navigating the complexities of his personal life, he had always tackled obstacles head-on with unwavering determination. But nothing could have prepared him for the challenge he faced when Carter, his fiancé, fell ill with a severe case of bronchitis.

It started innocently enough, with Carter complaining of a persistent cough and mild fatigue. But as the days passed, his symptoms worsened, leaving him bedridden and miserable. Miles watched with growing concern as his normally energetic and vibrant partner became increasingly lethargic and irritable. And driving Miles completely insane beyond the typical.

He would have rather Carter stayed in their bed, which he knew Carter was the most comfortable in, but Carter insisted on moving himself into the secondary bedroom that was once upon a time his room. Something about not taking chances of Miles not getting sick, but it seemed like Miles was a bit immune to this particular sickness this time around.

Just like Carter did with Miles when Miles came down with a wicked case of food poisoning, Miles saw to Carter’s every need. From soup, to water, to tea...as much as Carter grumbled at the sight of it instead of his usual coffee along with medication he needed to kick this. He had more luck giving Ms. Thang her heartworm medication.

"Carter, please," Miles pleaded, his voice laced with worry, as he attempted to coax his stubborn fiancé into taking his medication on top of drinking tea instead of coffee, "You need to take this. It'll help with the cough."

Carter scowled, pushing the medication away with a stubborn shake of his head. "I don't need it," he insisted, his voice hoarse and strained. "I'll be fine."

Miles sighed, frustration bubbling beneath the surface as he struggled to conceal his concern. He knew Carter was fiercely independent and loathed being confined to bed, well at least when he was sick, but he couldn't stand idly by while his partner suffered.

"You're not fine, love," Miles said firmly, his tone brooking no argument. "You're sick, and you need to take care of yourself. Please, just take the medication and have a sip of tea. It’s either this or I’ll grab the funnel and sit on you and I don’t think it’d be good for you for that kind of action right now."

“You keep saying this and part of me is really tempted to take you up on it,” Reluctantly, Carter relented, accepting the medication with a resigned sigh. Miles watched with relief as his partner finally acquiesced, hoping that the medication would provide some much-needed relief.

“Thank you,” Miles smirked, “You know I’m not much of a fan of you being in here by yourself.”

“I’m not going to risk you getting sick too. You have too much going for you right now.” Carter says setting up to take another sip of tea, making a face, “Usually, I don’t mind tea but I really rather have coffee.”

“Yeah, well tea is better for you and it’s too late for coffee anyways, especially the kind you have. That milk isn’t great right now for you. So deal, babe.” he places his hand on Carter’s forehead, “Not feeling warm but still, you should sleep.”

“If I can without coughing.”

Miles sighs and uses the same hand to push Carter back to the pillows, “Try. I’m gonna go grab a shower and I’ll check on ya in a few. No moving.”

If there was ever a pout that could have broken Miles' heart, Carter attempted it. Carter though only got a shake of the head and a laugh, “You’re no fair.”

“And yet you agreed to marry my arse,” Miles tease, “Sleep.”

Sure enough, in the short time that Miles was in there, Carter was fast asleep. Miles tried as he might to sleep in the other room but after about an hour, he couldn’t. There was nothing he could do. They hadn’t slept in different beds since the night before they had gotten together and it was hell to try and start now.

So without so much of a thought he left their bed, looked around noticing that Ms. Thang was nowhere to be seen and made his way back across the hall. As soon as he entered the room, he found where the cat had been, with Carter, laying on his chest looking as content as can be.

“Good girl,” he said giving her a scratch on the head before walking around to the other side of the bed and laying down next to Carter. Ms. Thang knew what was coming next and she moved quickly down to the end of the bed before Miles carefully tried to not wake up Carter by gathering him up, but Carter stirred. “Shhh, don’t mind me.”

“Miles, no...I don’t want you to-”

“I’ll be fine, but I couldn’t sleep.” Miles said settling in, and after a bit Carter realizes that he’s not gonna win this argument. A smile grew over Carter’s face, “Not one word, love.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it.”


Family Matters

Miles sat in front of his laptop, the screen glowing softly in the dimly lit room. He fidgeted nervously as he waited for the video call to connect, his mind swirling with a mix of excitement and apprehension. It had been a while since he had last spoken to his sister Brianna, and he couldn't help but wonder what news she had to share. He’d hear from her via text now and again but they had all been so busy.

Finally, Brianna's tired but welcoming face appeared on the screen, her eyes lighting up at the sight of her brother. "Miles! It's been too long," she exclaimed, stifling a yawn. "How are you?"

Miles returned her smile, relieved to see her familiar face. "I'm hanging in there," he replied, his voice tinged with exhaustion. "How about you? How are Garrett and Riley?"

Brianna's expression softened, her fatigue giving way to concern. "We've been better," she admitted, her voice heavy with worry. "We’re all trying to work a lot more and well...Garrett's mother found out about your wedding, and let's just say she didn't take it well."

Miles felt a knot form in his stomach at the mention of Garrett's mother. He had always known that she disapproved of his relationship with Carter, but he hadn't expected her reaction to be quite so harsh.

"Well she hasn’t been my biggest fan since the wedding," Miles said, his heart sinking. "Is everything okay?"

Brianna shook her head, her frustration evident. "Not really. We’ve had to have her watch Riley because of all of us taking on extra jobs lately to save up. Well Garrett let it slip about the reasons why and since then she's been giving Garrett a hard time about it, saying all sorts of hurtful things. She knows not to say that to me, because I will tell her where to take her shite opinions especially when it has to do with you AND Carter."

Miles clenched his jaw, his fists tightening with anger. He hated seeing his brother-in-law suffer because of his relationship with Carter, especially when Garrett had done nothing wrong.

"Unbelievable," Miles said, his voice brimming with righteous indignation. "Garrett deserves better than that. He's a good man, and he loves Riley more than anything."

Brianna nodded, her eyes shining with tears. "I know, Miles. It's just... hard. We're doing our best to ignore her, but it's not easy when she's constantly making snide remarks and trying to drive a wedge between us."

"I wish there was something I could do to help," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "I hate knowing that you're going through this because of me and Carter. I think Carter is right, maybe planning a trip over and visiting may be a good idea."

Brianna shook her head, her gaze steady. "We would love that, Miles. But none of this isn't your fault. Garrett's mother has always been difficult, even before you and Carter got engaged. She’s just a gross human being that is unfortunately related to me by marriage."

“That whole saying about not being able to pick your family...”

“Well Garrett came with that mess. He adores you guys and you know it, she’s just...vile.”

“With a capital V. Look, I know Carter is going to be biting at the bit. Let us figure this out, but you let that bitch anywhere near my nephew after that-”

“Oh don’t you worry about that, after her last rant, even Garrett told her she’s off babysitting duty until she goes to Oz and gets a heart, a brain and a damn bit of common sense.”

“I knew he was a good man, but Wizard of Oz? Really?”

“Hey! That’s a good movie dammit!”

Miles chuckled, the tension in the room easing slightly at the familiar banter with his sister. "Alright, fair point. But seriously, Bri, if there's anything I can do to help, just let me know. I'll do whatever it takes to support you and Garrett."

Brianna smiled gratefully, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "Thank you, Miles. That means the world to me. Just knowing that you're there for us, even from miles away, gives me strength."

Miles nodded, his heart swelling with love for his sister. "Always, Bri. You're not alone in this. We'll get through it together, just like we always do."


The Reunion

You know, it's been a minute since I teamed up with Ally. We've had our fair share of battles together, some victories, some not so much. But every time we step into that ring, there's this undeniable chemistry between us. It's like we can anticipate each other's moves without even having to say a word.

But this match, it's different. We're not going in as just another mixed tag team. Nah, this time it's personal. This time, it's about proving ourselves as individuals. After that last defeat, I knew we needed to switch gears, focus on our singles careers. And now, facing off against The Conspiracy, it's like the universe is giving us a chance to show just how far we've come.

Raven and Luna, they're no joke. I've seen the way they operate, the mind games they play. But we're not backing down. Not now, not ever. Raven may have his sights set on Ben, but tonight, it's all about us. It's about showing The Conspiracy that they picked the wrong opponents to mess with.

Sure, the title isn't on the line tonight. But that doesn't mean we're taking this match lightly. Every match, every opportunity to step into that ring is a chance to prove ourselves, to show the world what we're made of. And tonight, we're going to leave it all out there.

So, Ally, if you're listening, let's do this. Let's show The Conspiracy what happens when you underestimate us. Let's show them that we're not just another tag team, we're a force to be reckoned with. And when that final bell rings, they'll know that Miles Kasey and Alexandra Calaway are here to stay.

Under the starry Santa Barbara night sky, Miles Kasey sat on the edge of a weathered wooden pier, his feet dangling above the gently lapping waves below. The soft glow of the nearby harbor cast a warm, amber hue over the scene, creating an atmosphere of tranquility amidst the bustling city.

With a heavy sigh, Miles leaned back, his hands braced against the weathered planks as he gazed out at the horizon. The distant sound of seagulls mingled with the faint hum of traffic, a reminder of the world beyond the peaceful solitude of the pier.

"It's nights like these that make you appreciate the quiet," Miles remarked, his voice carrying a hint of nostalgia as he turned to his companion, Alexandra Calaway, who sat beside him, her gaze fixed on the horizon.

"Yeah," Alexandra agreed, her tone soft as she absently traced patterns in the sand with her fingertips. "It's a welcome break from the chaos of the ring."

Miles nodded in agreement, his thoughts drifting to the upcoming match. "Speaking of which, I've been thinking about Climax Control," he said, his voice thoughtful. "I know it feels like just another match with nothing really on the line but...I think we both know...This isn't just any match, Ally. It's a chance for us to prove ourselves, to show that we're more than just a tag team."

Alexandra nodded, her expression serious as she met Miles' gaze. "I know what you mean," she said, her tone determined. "We've both come a long way since our last match together. I know I’ve been through a lot and...I still can’t help but apologize."

“Don’t even worry about it. We all go through the hard times in our lives,” Miles smiled, a flicker of excitement lighting up his eyes. "But I asked you last week if you were ready for this," he said, his voice filled with confidence. "And without skipping a beat, you knew and you responded. We've faced our fair share of challenges, but Sunday, we're going to take on The Conspiracy and come out on top. Nothing is going to stand in our way."

With a shared nod of determination, Miles and Alexandra rose to their feet, their spirits lifted by the promise of the challenge ahead. As they made their way back to the bustling streets of Santa Barbara, the echoes of their resolve lingered in the night air.

“You know my dear, I think this is the start of a beautiful friendship.”

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.

Keep Messin’ With Me
Las Vegas

For all the benefits that living in the Turnberry Towers had there was one thing that Miles had rather wished he could have gotten out of the minute he signed on the line for his lease.

The Tenants Association.

It was a way for those that live in the towers to get together, unleash any concerns and occasionally put a few trouble makers in their place.

Since Miles had moved in just two floors below Kristjan and Aron Baltasarsson back in January of this year, he has had one major issue with the whole damn place. And her name just happens to be Karen Chapman.

Ms....yes MS. Chapman with her three children, her over processed blonde hair, looking like she got ganged-banged by Mary Kay and Avon reps that has absolutely nothing better to do than force her kids into shit they didn’t wanna do, and devote her entire existence into making the residents of the towers a living hell when her husband wasn’t around to wish that he could afford a divorce.

Trust me, the man is miserable.

When it came to the matters of Karen, she did nothing but look down her nose at pretty much everyone that did not immediately kiss her ass. Miles first meeting with this woman was when he was having a conversation with another tenant of the towers about how this was really the first place he had bought, and just how all the hard work had paid off. It was something that he was honestly allowed to be proud of because before that moment, all he did was rent or take up space in his friends' places.

Karen would just insert herself into a conversation that had absolutely nothing to do with her and was incredibly RUDE about it. It’s one thing to insult Miles. He can take it and he’s used to it but then she started to go after Carter for just calling her out on her “guest” for taking their assigned spots, at that point there was zero love lost for this woman.

Apparently during the last tour, where Miles and Carter were in a completely different timezone,  there was a meeting where she decided to try and get pets banned from the building. Of course they would leave it to the majority vote and since the majority wasn’t there, she was forced to gather signatures.

Which leads us to the current time.

It WAS a quiet afternoon. Was being that word when the Ring doorbell went off.

“Were we expecting anyone?” Miles asked. Over the last couple of weeks, between the condo in the midst of planning for a remodel and all the insanity going on with Carter’s family, he wasn’t sure anymore.

Carter stopped to think for a second, “Not that I’m aware of.”

With Ms. Thang on his shoulder, Miles stopped to check the screen, he just groaned, “I didn’t have ‘Be nice to a bitch’ in my cards today.”

“Karen? What does she want?”

“Who the hell knows.” Miles grumbled, “I’m really not in the mood to talk to her of all people.”

Just then the buzz came again followed by her fist not knocking but POUNDING at their door.

“I CAN HEAR YOU IN THERE, MR. KASEY!”

Miles looked at Carter who continued to flip through one of his many magazines that have seemingly taken over the living room area as of late, “Don’t look at me. I dealt with her the last time she got pissy about the note I left her.”

Miles simply let out a short breath mumbling “shit” under his breath before he debated about just letting it go for a moment but it was like a Howler from Harry Potter...the longer you let it go, the worse it only gets.

He would indeed open the door and plaster on the fakest smile he could with her and she almost cringed when she saw him with Ms. Thang still hanging out on his broad shoulders, “Ms. Chapman, I really can’t talk. We’re in the middle of some-”

“Whatever it is, Mr. Kasey, your ...roommate can spare you for just a few moments. I am here to inform you that there is a petition going around to amend some rules in the towers. One of them is about well...that thing on your shoulders.”

“What? Ms. Thang?”

“All pets actually. There was a complaint made recently about all things 4 legged and there being NO concern about those with allergies or medical conditions to these filthy-”

Ms. Thang quickly hisses at her before jumping off of Miles shoulders and runs back into the apartment, “Well I think I agree with her. Karen, if you even think about shoving that paper in my face, I’m going to show you how the first version of confetti was made. Secondly, I heard about your confrontation with Carter and you have a whole lot of guts showing up at my door after that.”

“He is being allowed to stay here and has no right to-”

“No ma’am. He is LIVING here, this is OUR home and we are given two spots each. But I will not be signing your little petition to anything, no matter your reasoning. BUT I will tell you that if you want, you can go two floors up and ask them. You might have better luck.”

“Who do you think you are?”

“Someone that won’t be shoved around or intimidated by your supposed power. That and if you had been a little kinder to myself and my boyfriend, maybe I would be kind enough to give you the time of day. But Karen, you screwed the pooch on that one about 7 months ago and on.” Miles smirks, “I do wish you luck on that but umm...yeah, no thanks.”

“You do not want to make me the enemy, Mr. Kasey.”

“And you are not the first person to threaten that, Ms. Chapman. So climb back up Mount Crumpit until your shriveled heart grows three sizes, but give my best to your hubby.”

And all Miles does is wink at her as she goes to scream at him and he slams the door in her face. He can hear Carter just lose it from the living room, “You do realize that you sent her to Fenris and probably made things 10 times worse, right?”

That just brings a shrug to his shoulders, “Hey, she started it.” he said as he took a seat next to him, “Now, where were we?”


Round 2

“Not that long ago, Calvin took to twitter and made mention about how I pulled out all these stops in the King for a Day match. And part of me honestly thinks that he was majorly impressed and perhaps a little intimidated by the absolute lengths that I will go to towards making an absolute statement that I wasn’t about to be pushed around.”

“And I think that’s where he caught himself up last time. He pushed himself so hard that he hurt himself before we even got to the match and he found out real quick that I wasn’t about to take pity on that.”

“So it took the most devastating move in all of professional wrestling for him to end it after we took each other to the absolute limit. And since then, it’s been relatively quiet. Our Internet Champion, who laid out that challenge was suddenly caught up in what he had to do to beat me that he went right to Mark and Christian, demanded that the second bout be for his championship because he perhaps is thinking that incentive is going to make things even better.”

“Well, he would be right.”

“Not gonna go into the details of the situation because I am allowed my secrets but I’ve been having conversations lately because suddenly I feel that glass ceiling cracking ever so slightly. I KNOW that I can get to that next level and it’s just a matter of time before all those pieces finally come together.”

“Calvin, no offense mate, but when you laid this challenge out I was hell bent on making sure that this was going to be my crowning achievement in 2023. Last year was the Roulette. Now you wave that shiny piece of gold in front of my face like bait, and not only am I going to bite but I’m going to drag you down when I do.”

“Not a damn thing personal about it, bruv. It is strictly business. And at least look at it this way...at least I like you. I don’t think you’d want me on my bad side.”

“I’ll show you what I can do...when I’m pushed hard enough. And that’s take that Internet Title from you”

3 weeks ago

The looks on people’s faces as Carter and Miles walked through JFK International Airport usually were nothing they weren’t used to.

This however was a tad bit different as the duo were getting looks from the gate onwards to baggage check, they were getting eyed by Miles giving a piggyback ride to a gift that has been getting toted around, pretty much, around the globe.

Ok so, to be fair, neither one of them felt safe in shipping this large gift from across the Atlantic, but had someone told Miles that he would be giving this 4 ft plush creation of Carter’s favorite (And Bella’s too) crazy genetically built blue alien not only it’s own seat on the airplane, but now to hauling this thing on his back while Carter carried their carry-ons. Even the look on their Uber driver’s face made the whole thing well worth it.

He couldn’t wait to pop on to his phone later and see all the shots of him and Carter with fans and Stitch on his back. It’ll certainly be a story to tell down the road.

Hell, it’ll be a story when they finally get to Bella and Mal’s to deliver this to their little one, Máire. Seeing the look on Malachi’s face when he opened the door with that little girl in his arms made the whole damn thing worth it.

It even made everything from the King for a Day match roll off his back a little easier with this insanity. He put EVERYTHING he had into it, his fingers touched it and just like an untreatable case of the herp, Mercer drives that big bulbous head into his and it all goes to fucking shit.

The trip to New York was only for a couple of days to begin with. A stop at the O’Connell’s, a trip to Staten Island to check out a restaurant that Carter found online and had been talking about it, practically non-stop, any time the topic of New York City was even broached. There was also the matter of the rest of his stuff, and a place that he had bought and had spent a total of two weeks in before he left for Las Vegas, bought another place there and had remained since.

He had his reasons, the majority of them being his relationship with Carter and the life that had seemingly grown in an almost instant the moment he set up stakes in the desert. For the last 8 almost 9 months, he was finally happy. He had jumped with both feet and thankfully it wasn’t a cliff waiting for him.

Or so he thought.

It seems that in it all, a butterfly effect has been set in motion.

“What the hell is this?” he heard Carter call out from the living room that has been covered by sheets.

Miles had been in the bedroom, dropping off the bags to just get them out of the way when he walked out and saw his boyfriend with the sheet in hand and his eyes just looking in shock, “That would be the hand-me-down couch that was given to me by this extremely sweet lady that lived down just down the hall from me in my first apartment. She got a glance one time inside my rather pathetic looking place and suddenly I had two teenagers moving it in. Maybe I should make a trip to the Heights while we’re here just to say hello.”

“You had a Mrs. Wagner of your own?”

“Something like that,” Miles smirked, walking over to Carter and looking down at it with a fondness in his eyes, “Everyone called her Abuela Bea, one of those amazing women that never had children of her own but took care of everyone in the neighborhood. I moved it here the day before I left for Vegas but I’m realizing now looking around that it doesn’t really fit.”

“I can’t believe you’ve had this place this whole time and only lived for a short time here.” Carter said looking around at all the space, before stopping at the window and motions to Miles, “That view alone would have made it super difficult.”

The sun was just setting over the city. While Miles couldn’t deny that the view was glorious, which was part of the reason he even got it to begin with, besides the location closest to Wolfslair...that finely tuned ear could hear Carter question why he gave this up to move across the country, farther away from his family, farther away from the gym he grew into the performer he has been, it not so many words. He just looked out as well and wrapped his arm around Carter’s shoulders, “Well the view I have now is a whole lot better.”

Miles didn’t even have to look to tell the blush creeped up on his boyfriend’s face. Carter stuttered for a moment, “But...you left a lot behind.”

A few moments ticked by before Miles laughed, “I left some furniture behind. And yeah I have friends that I left behind here too but at the same time, I do not under any circumstances regret leaving here. I have never stopped training and working my ass off like Alex taught me, despite what some people think. I get that it may have irritated some like Austin, but I am not going to give up the home I have found with you on the off chance that sticking around here can make me any better.”

During all this, he simply walked over to the old beat down couch and sat down and began to pull out the chinese that they had picked up on the way from Bella and Mal’s for a late night dinner. But it was a word that slowed him down and almost caught in his chest for a brief moment.

That word: Home. Miles never had that really before, not in New York, not in Manchester. And the words seemed to just flow so freely that suddenly a whole weight had been suddenly lifted. His home, moreso his heart, was with Carter. The asskickings be damned.

“So- what about this place?” Carter said after he swallowed a quick what almost sounded like sob, “Are you going to sell it?”

Miles shook his head as finished setting everything up, handing Carter a pair of chopsticks, “I had considered it but after talking about it with a few people, I have an appointment tomorrow and I’m gonna turn it into one of those AirBNB places. That way, if we need to come back to New York at any time, I can just simply block out the dates and we have somewhere to go without it costing an astronomical amount of funds.”

“Look at you being responsible,” Carter said, “But this couch has got to go.”

Miles looks insulted for a moment, “Hey, this couch has a lot of stories....”

“And a lot of stains!”

“Some call it character,” Miles said, taking a big bite of an eggroll, as Carter just glares at him, “Fine, I’ll get rid of it.”

“THANK YOU!” Carter finally lets out as he digs into his favorite meal, “Now...let’s talk about the condo.”

Miles just picked up an eggroll and just put it in Carter’s mouth before he could continue on, “Later, love. Eat.”


Butterfly Effect
Back is Vegas
Earlier this week

Next week, first time ever, one on one...Miles Kasey goes against...Finn Whelan.

Those words rattled in Miles’ head like a ping pong ball in what was usually an empty head since Sunday night.

He knew that Austin was not going to take it easy on him when it came time for him to take control of Climax Control but this was a whole new level of asshole-ism that was hit.

This was no longer a lesson by Austin. It was fucking punishment.

Finn Whelan, a former SCW Champion was just a tiny line on a resume that made War and Peace look like Cliffnotes and he was coming back and Miles knew that without a doubt he was about to have the hardest fight of his life.

It was bad enough that he had been feeling like he was dealing with a horrible case of Imposter Syndrome, especially with having so many trips as of late but this sent him into a very interesting mindset.

With the condo in disarray, due to their renovations that had only just begun, Miles needed a hour or two to clear his head. The gym was dimly lit, with the overhead lights casting elongated shadows across the training mats. It was past midnight, and most of the world was deep in slumber, but not Miles Kasey. He couldn’t sleep much this week. He stood in the center of the ring, sweat glistening on his chiseled frame, fists clenched as he mentally replayed the events of the past week.

“I cannot believe I’m saying this, but props to Austin James Mercer and putting the fear of fucking God into me. You could have taken ANYONE among Wolfslair and yet you picked the one guy that has been just biding his time and waiting for that right moment. And what a better time...to be your personal bitch.”

“Finn, you beautiful disastrous soul, you finally decided to knock those cobwebs loose and come back. I will never understand why you left to begin with sometimes, I mean I get that you needed to get your head on straight and finally crawl out of your own personal tunnel of self-pity. But, my god, I am still trying to get a grasp on what in the ever loving fuck I have done wrong.”

“You fuckers wanna punish me for being human? Go right ahead, but I am done being pushed around. If I have to start taking the heads of my own stablemates to get you to leave me alone? I don’t want to, bruv. I really don’t. But it seems like you all are leaving me with no other choice.”

“These lingering effects that seem to be happening to me because I have done something you all don’t seem to approve of STOPS HERE. I’m not going to let it keep happening because after this, Austin has no stake in what happens next. Win, lose, or draw...my next path is already known.”

“From here on out, the wolf that you created is going to bite back.”

Unveiling the Rivalry
Rome, Italy

Amidst the bustling backstage chaos in Rome, Miles Kasey found himself waiting for Carter, the man he loved and supported through thick and thin. As he stood there, anticipation and pride swelling within him after Carter and Ari's stellar performance and victory over the Barnharts, he couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment.

However, his tranquility was short-lived as he glanced at a nearby screen displaying the upcoming events. His eyes widened in disbelief as he read the announcement for the next stop on the Wonder of the Worlds Tour: Amman, Jordan:

King For A Day Qualifier
Miles “Milo” Kasey vs. Austin James Mercer

The words seemed to jump off the screen along with their graphics, taunting him, and stirring up a whirlwind of emotions he thought he had buried, after all the last time he came face to face with Austin was back in May. His heart raced, memories of their turbulent recent history flooding his mind.

The last time they were in the ring together, they both sought to dethrone the then-champion Michael Harris, but neither had succeeded. Afterward, there were no let bygones be bygones, there was no ‘hug it out’, and a promise was made by Miles to the man that did everything but attack his family, to face each other again, one on one.

“Don’t worry Austin, we’ll get our time. I want you in that ring at 100 percent and I know you want the same. We need to both show a tiny bit of patiences bruv....above all else that is something that I have had to pick up on since I even started. Pick your moments, enjoy your time and above all else, never stop evolving. Thanks for the match tonight, and I look forward to the next round. I promise, next time, I won’t miss.”

Miles could hardly believe that the day had finally come. Austin, once a trusted ally and fellow Wolfslair member, had become a formidable foe, and the animosity between them ran deep.

Seeing the match displayed on the screen made it all too real, and a mix of anger and determination surged within him, he could feel his whole body buzzing alive with anticipation. After almost 3, maybe 4 months, he understood Austin's misguided intention of using his actions against Carter as a motivator, but Miles couldn't let that manipulation stand unchallenged.

As the truth sank in, he felt an urgency to confront the whole situation, to face the issues that Austin had created and had frayed the fabric as it were, and threatened to crack the very foundation of Wolfslair. But above all, there was an overwhelming desire to prove to not only himself and Austin, but to everyone else that he wouldn't be derailed by personal animosity, even if it meant going against his former friend and someone Miles considered a mentor.

His initial sense of contentment was replaced by a fierce resolve. Miles realized that he couldn't simply confront Austin before the match, it’s not what either of them wanted anyways. There was much more at stake than just a spot in the King of the Day match. This was an opportunity to heal wounds, mend the rift, and possibly find a way to rekindle the friendship they once cherished. He would have to take Austin to the absolute limit because that was the one language that they both spoke. Beating the fucking hell out of one another.

He took a deep breath and began to map out a plan. He needed to prepare himself mentally and physically for this long-awaited confrontation. He knew he couldn't ignore the past, but he was determined not to let it define the future. He decided to use the time leading up to the match to reflect and strategize, and he hoped that Carter would understand that over the days leading to the match, he would have to put his whole focus into this match.

As if the powers heard his thoughts, his phone rang out with a notification. Looking down he smiled as he got a message from Carter, asking for his whereabouts. Truth be told, since he saw the graphic that highlighted the match, he had mindlessly began to wander and when he looked up, he had turned around, not 100% sure where he actually was.

He decided to send out a voice message, “So, I don’t know exactly how, but I ended up in an empty part of the arena. So give me about 10 minutes, and wait for me in catering. If I’m not there by then, send out the search party.”

Another notification came across and it was in the form of a voice message from Carter himself, he playfully answered, “Well I could always find you...”

“No, love. No need for you to get lost in this place too and we don’t need to get arrested for anything lewd.” Miles laughed, “Bad enough we’ll have to deal with that this coming week.”

“I am hurt and appalled that you’d think that, but fair. 10 minutes on the clock, get here quick before Ari picks the restaurant.”

“On my way, love.”

With each step he took, he could feel that determination grow stronger. He knew this match could be a turning point in their rivalry, but it required careful thought and consideration. Miles needed to be ready to face his own demons and confront the issues that had led them to this moment.

As finally got back into the land of the living, he walked through the bustling backstage area, he couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions—nervousness, excitement, and a glimmer of hope. He knew that by the time the match arrived, he would be mentally and emotionally prepared to face Austin, not just as an opponent, but as someone he once considered a brother.


Indiana Kasey and The Kingless Throne

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting an amber glow over the breathtaking landscape of Amman, Miles Kasey and Carter sat together, enjoying the tranquil beauty of Jordan. They had settled down in their hotel room after a day of exploring the ancient city, and now they were immersed in one of Miles' favorite movies—Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade.

The familiar theme music created by John Williams, filled the room and Miles found himself captivated by the adventurous tale unfolding on the screen. As he watched Indiana Jones, portrayed by Harrison Ford, navigate treacherous challenges and unravel ancient mysteries, a sense of enjoyment washed over him as he occasionally glanced over at Carter who was equally engrossed in the movie.

Suddenly, as the movie reached its iconic scenes in the hidden temple, Miles felt himself being dragged into exhaustion and a strange sensation came over him. He blinked, and for a moment, the room seemed to fade away, replaced by a vast desert landscape.

He found himself standing in the heart of Petra, dressed not in his regular attire but in the rugged and iconic outfit of Indiana Jones. His leather jacket, fedora, and whip completed the transformation, making him feel like a true adventurer.

"Indiana Kasey....okay then." he muttered with a grin, relishing the absurdity of the situation.

He slowly crept through, a sound catching his attention and forcing him to draw his gun that sat at his hip, for a brief moment. Cocking it back and taking slower steps around the corner where the noise was coming from. He turned the corner quickly and stopped when he saw a couple of large rats clattering through armor that was left behind a long time ago and dry bones from someone who fell pray to whatever traps laid ahead.

“Rats, it’d figure. Always trying to creep their way through everything.” he said as he brought the gun back and holstered it safely.

As he explored the ancient city, he felt a rush of adrenaline. Every step he took, every obstacle he encountered, was thrilling. He scaled ancient walls, navigated hidden passages, and solved intricate puzzles, all with the charm and charisma of the legendary archaeologist.

In this dreamlike state, the boundaries between reality and fiction blurred. He swung across deep chasms, mirroring the movie's famous scene with the Holy Grail, but instead in its place was a crown.

“I have been waiting for you.” Miles heard. He pulled the gun out of the holster carefully and turned only to find himself face-to-face with the Knight Templar, guarding the sacred artifact.

The Knight curiously looked at him, “I intend no harm.”

“Could have fooled me, you there with your broadsword,” Miles said, not trusting the old man for a moment.

“The prophecy spoke of you being unsure as to whom to trust. I can understand that, seeing as how rough your journey has been. But I am a simple guide for you.” the Knight looked pained after holding the sword up for so long. There would have been no way for him to swing it let alone attack our hero. Indiana Kasey, stood down quickly and helped the old man sit back for him to sit down, “We must make haste in what I must tell you. There are others that are on their way and I fear that they may ruin this chance.”

Kasey glances over and sees the crown, “I take it that’s not what I’m really in search of? The crown?”

The knight simply nods, “Alas, that is just a ruse. Your goals are far more greater than a missing crown atop your head for the throne you have built yourself.” 

But as he stood before the crown, a moment of clarity washed over him. He looked off to the side and there sat another ‘Holy Grail’ of sorts, that SCW Championship that he had recently told others that he wasn’t sure if he was worthy. The dream was more than just a whimsical fantasy—it was a reflection of his own journey. Just like Indiana Jones, he was on a quest, facing obstacles, seeking treasure, and discovering the true meaning of his pursuits.

“I’ve never felt worthy where others see my worth.” he said, glancing back to the crown, “I have been scraping by with the bare minimum for so long when it comes to my career. I’ve put in all this hard work for...what exactly?”

“That, my son, is for you to figure out. The journeys we take are never as simple as stepping out and facing what we fear the most,” the Knight simply stated with a heavy breath. But something changed in the room, a sense of danger and doom, “You can continue to fight for those that you love but when will you begin to fight for you, boy?”

Miles looks up, the sweat from his forehead, running down his face, his blue-green eyes shimmering, not looking back, “All I need is one shot, and I promised that this time. I. WON’T. MISS!”

We hear a roar from across the room, the knight obviously taking some more monstrous form and Indiana Kasey quickly unholsters his gun and whip all in one swoop and takes a quick aim and fires.

And just then the scream of Ilsa from the movie as she falls to her inevitable death wakes Miles up with a start. He’d only been asleep for about 20 minutes but it went unnoticed...at least he was pretty sure it did. He looked up at Carter who looked back at him.

“Enjoy your cat nap, Indy?”

Miles just groans, “Oh don’t tell me I’ve begun talking in my sleep.”

Carter sits back and smiles at his boyfriend, “What would you say if I told you that you have been doing that a lot longer than just tonight?”


It Always Comes Back Around

Inside a dimly lit room, Miles Kasey paces back and forth, his mind abuzz with thoughts of the upcoming match against Austin James Mercer. The tension is palpable, and his emotions are running high.

“Alright, Miles, focus. This is it. The moment you've been waiting for, the clash with Austin. It's not just about a spot in the King of the Day match; it's about so much more.” he pauses for a brief moment, “It's about confronting the past, the hurt, the anger, and finding a way forward.”

He stops pacing and looks into the mirror, staring at his reflection, as if trying to gather strength from within. Miles' eyes brighten with conviction, “We were brothers once, Austin and I, part of the same pack, the Wolfslair. But somewhere along the way, things fell apart. The bitterness, the resentment... It consumed us, and the bond we had was shattered.”

He clenches his fists, remembering the pain of their falling out. He speaks softly, “Carter... he saw something in me that I couldn't see in myself. He helped me find my way back, to rediscover who I truly am. But Austin... he sees Carter as a distraction, a threat to our brotherhood and even strangely to my career because apparently we’re all supposed to suffer in a cloak of loneliness like he has.”

He takes a moment to collect his thoughts, his determination growing. Miles' face shows resoluteness, “But I won't let this rivalry define us. I won't let it destroy what we once had. We need to talk, to lay everything out on the table, no holds barred. Maybe then, we can find a way to heal, to mend the cracks in our foundation.”

Miles takes another deep breath, steeling himself for the confrontation, “I know it won't be easy. There will be anger, frustration, and pain, but we need to face it head-on. We can't keep running from our past, from our mistakes.”

“The Wolfslair means something to me, to us. And I won't let these petty differences tear it apart. Whether we walk out of that match as friends or foes, I'm willing to face the consequences.” He glances at the Wolfslair emblem on his gear, a symbol of their brotherhood. “Whatever happens, I'll do whatever it takes to protect what we once had. The bond that made us strong as a pack. We may not be on the same page now, but maybe, just maybe, we can find our way back to each other.”

Miles takes one last look at the mirror, determination radiating off his entire being, “This match in Amman will be more than just a battle; it'll be a turning point. For myself, for Austin, and for Wolfslair. I'm ready to face whatever comes our way.”

For a moment silence fills the room before a gust of wind comes out of nowhere and we see a familiar brown fedora fly in and come to a rolling stop right next to Miles' feet. He smirks and bends down and picks it up.

“The adventure is the journey, it never ends. You can get everything you have ever wanted in life, all the money, all the gold. You can find the rarest of items that are the most precious in the world and the adventure continues even after it. I can beat you Austin and you could beat me.  Hell we could probably spill blood in the desert just to add to what has already fallen here, but I have already told you. And I’m going to beat it into your head, my next shot...”

He places the fedora on the top of his head and smirks similar to the hero he represents.

“I won’t miss.”

What Do You Want From Me?
Following Into The Void XII
Trainers Room

The show was done, the fans had long filed out of the Copper Box Arena and the after party is just getting underway down towards catering.

But inside the room with the signed taped on the door that says “Trainers Room”, it’s still plenty active with one particular member of the main event that just wrapped up the show, and sent the fans home disappointed.

I’ve only been doing that since August 9th, 1994

On the table, getting the once over by one of the medical personnel was Miles Kasey, defeated in the match but the knot that is forming in the back of his melon gave him a sly little smirk behind a slight peng of pain as one of the assistants placed an ice bag on that spot.

“That smarts.” Miles hissed out.

“Sorry, mate. Doc said to get it on ya, you more than likely have a slight concussion and that you’d know the routine by now.”

Miles reaches up and places his hand on top of it with a glare in his eye, “Thanks.”

The trainer nods with a pat onto Miles’ back, “Take it easy for a couple of weeks and we’ll check in back in Vegas. Take all the time you need, but your family and Carter are waiting for you.”

And with that he’s by himself, with the ice pack already beginning to melt off his skin that is still overheated from the match, drips falling and rolling down his back. If there was ever a time he felt like he was so damn close to having it all together...there was a moment that he could have had it but instead...

Miles just let a heavy sigh out, driving all the air out for a moment, “Shit.”

It was perhaps his greatest performance ever, only to be cut short by a pair of brass knucks by that asshole Michael Harris. He should have known he stuffed his drawers.

But it was done, for now at least...he’d get back there eventually but now he would get up off his ass and trudge down for a shower, a change of clothes, hugs and kisses and “You looked amazing.”, even though he didn’t currently feel that way, and would keep on keeping on the only way Milo knew how.

After enough time, and his arm being exhausted, he pulled the ice bag off the back of his head and during that, footfall came into the room and just stopped right behind Miles. As if he felt the presence, Miles didn’t even look. Instead he grabbed a towel and began to dry his body off, starting with the back of his head.

“So congratulations, you were right.” Miles said as he ruffled the towel through his dirty blonde hair, “I was out of my depth. I gotta say though it was a hell of a performance and I took everything you both had.”

No response from whomever was lurking in the room, behind him.

“So what’s stopping you from taking the shot? Could it be you knowing that I’m beating myself up enough about it?” Miles laughed with a sour tone, “What’s nice is I don’t even have you tell you to save your pity. Cause I know you have none for anyone anymore, not even for yourself. You are going to let this roll off your back and sit back and just say “Milo fucked it up again.” But, GOD DAMMIT, I HAD TO KNOW!”

Miles turned and comes face to face with Wolfslair brethren and one of the two men he just faced, Austin James Mercer. Austin’s face shows no emotion, not even a glimmer of cockiness. Miles stands there, slinging the towel over his shoulder before gripping the ice bag in his hand but never breaking eye contact.

“Don’t worry Austin, I’ll let them all know you were right all along. But if you are looking for a fight, if you still wanna prove whatever point you may have left or teach me whatever lesson you want to teach me...now is not the time. I’m currently out of fucks to give and I have a massive ripping headache...so if you excuse me.”

Miles goes to turn away and Austin quickly reaches out and grabs Miles at the wrist and turns him back around quickly, but he says nothing and just remains emotionless.

Miles just smirks and yanks his arm away, “Don’t worry Austin, we’ll get our time. I want you in that ring at 100 percent and I know you want the same. We need to both show a tiny bit of patiences bruv....above all else that is something that I have had to pick up on since I even started. Pick your moments, enjoy your time and above all else, never stop evolving. Thanks for the match tonight, and I look forward to the next round. I promise, next time, I won’t miss.”

And with that Miles turns back around and walks out of the room, trashing the ice bag in the bin on his way out with Austin still standing there but for the first time in a long time, a smirk forms on his lips as he slowly follows Miles out of the room and watches as he vanishes into the distance.


Windfall Put To Good Use
Earlier this Past Week
The Home of Miles and Carter

It had been two weeks since he got his clearance with the caveat to take it easy for just a little while longer and that was perhaps a Godsend when it came to his mental health. The last tour had put him through the proverbial ringer from the start, so giving himself a couple more weeks where he could just focus on his health both physically and mentally was a gift.

But it also allowed him to grasp at a partially interesting opportunity when it came in the form of a recently revitalized division. Alexandra Callaway, in the little bit of time that he got to spend back in PWS, could easily be called a terrific addition to SCW’s Bombshell Division. The problem is sometimes, one can become their own worst enemy. Ally was hella talented and he knew it. So with the return of the Mixed Tag Division, maybe they can help one another. Getting Ally’s feet under her and getting his own ass back on track.

He wasn’t particularly worried about how they would work as a team, in fact he very much believed that they would shock a few people out there. She was experienced, nowhere near as green as his last tag partner, Morgan Baker. Not that Morgan was horrible, but he knew with Alexandra, she was more than capable of handling herself.

So the past week, they had talked. He couldn’t help but give her a little bit of the business about her attack on Bobbie but in the terms of singles competition they were each their own person. Hopefully that won’t come back to bite them in the ass, nor his never ending shit going on with Austin. In conversations that were had, they both agreed to meet up in Tucson and from there they would knock out the details. He felt confident that this would actually be a great thing for them both.

In that entire process though, Miles was focused on another task. Carter had been acting rather odd lately especially since the loft that had been Carter’s own personal hell, sold. One would have thought that having that monkey off his back would have calmed that beautiful man, but instead Miles saw that Carter was battling something internally. Miles confided in Carter’s grandmother, during her visit that between this and the appearance of Carter’s father, that he was worried. He knew all about the visits to the doctor that his boyfriend had been going to, and it was Carter’s thing to tell him about not the other way around.

Miles made sure it was about as normal as things could be, not letting on about him knowing but at the same time he felt like maybe it was time for another one of Miles Kasey’s special guarantee to knock him off his feet surprised, especially because in just 2 weeks, Carter’s birthday would be here. “It’s just another day,” Carter would say every time he’d try and get ideas but it just so happened, thanks to twitter and thanks to the windfall of one JT, that part of those funds would be used for Miles to give Carter the birthday he would remember for years to come.

“Thanks for getting back to me so fast, Ms. Gordon.” Miles said looking at his tablet set up on a stand, “I know it was such short notice but I just wanna make sure that this is completely special.”

On the tablet a live video was going, there a lovely woman with a small smile on her face laughed, “Well thankfully your email was very detailed in exactly what you were looking for and by some stroke of magic I was able to obtain not only those tickets BUT a very nice place for you to stay that is pretty much everything you were looking for. I’ve already gone out of my way to speak with the owners personally and they will be making sure that you are both set up for a wonderful time.”

Miles sighs in relief, “You have no idea how much that takes off my shoulders. You are a miracle worker and I’ll make sure to spread that around between all the friends.”

“That’s how I love to do business, Mr. Kasey.” she laughed, “I will email you the details and such here as soon as I hang up, but it sounds like you are going to have an absolutely wonderful time and that your boyfriend is going to have a great birthday to remember.”

“That’s the hope. He deserves it and then some, I just hope he realizes that when I surprise him with it all.” Miles knew it would go one way with Carter giving him a little bit of static about being spoiled, but this trip he had planned would scratch something off both of their bucket lists. Just then he heard the door to the condo opening, knowing that Carter was about to walk right in on his surprise, “I’d tell you more if I could but I have to go but send me all of that when you can and thank you once again.”

“Anytime, Mr. Kasey, and it shouldn’t take me too long. Have a great rest of the day.”

“You as well.” And just as he ended the call he looked over to see Carter walking into the living room, “Hey! Everything go good?”

Carter seemed exhausted but at the same time happy. Miles turned off his tablet just as Carter dropped onto the seat next to him, “About as well as it could. Who were you just speaking with?”

Miles saw him pointing to the tablet for a moment before he reached over and pulled Carter onto his lap, “Hmm? Oh, just someone helping me out with a solution to a problem I’ve been dealing with. Got it all solved though.”

Hey, if Carter had his secrets, so could he...at least for a little while longer.

“Well that’s a good thing. Seems to have put you in a mood.”

“A great mood! So good, in fact, that I am willing to let you pick the menu for tonight AND the choice of viewing and even the location if need be.”

Carter’s eyes light up, “Ooo, really?!? Would it be awful if we tried that new Thai place, down the road? I’ve been hearing pretty good things.”

Miles just laughed and shook his head before giving his beautiful boyfriend a kiss, “Anything you want tonight, love, you got it.”

Carter just lets out a sigh, “You spoil me way too much, you know that?”

“And give me a reason as to why you don’t deserve it and I’ll stop immediately...but until then accept your fate and find us a menu.”


I Have No Regrets

We see Miles sitting inside his condo, late at night. Carter is fast asleep so he’s tucked himself into a space where he can get this out in this latest video to the SCW faithful. His blonde curls are maybe all over the place, but he’s still looking focused and if anything a little anxious to get this out.

“A lot of people said that I was quite out of my mind when I decided to take on two of the biggest names that SCW had to offer back all those weeks ago and truth be told, I may have been out of my depth but there is absolute no fucking way that anyone can deny that I didn’t make an impact. Not even Michael Harris, with all that swagger can deny it and you can hear it in his voice when he even whispers my name that he knows that he was granted a reprieve.”

A smirk forms on his lips with a small laugh to follow. He knows he’s gotta let that go but it was good to get it out nonetheless.

“But that was then, we have moved on to something new. You see, I know that I have found something amazingly special in my partner for the revitalization of the Mixed Tag Division. In the many convos that I’ve held with the glorious Alexandra Callaway, we both came to agreement. We are a team, win or lose, we will have each other's backs and there is something refreshing in that.”

He runs his hands through his hair, a couple of times to fluff it out and not helping whatsoever to it’s devil-may-care insanity it currently holds but he doesn’t care about it right now. You can tell he’s deep into a thought, how he wants to word what he wants to say next.

“See, I think it’s why things didn’t work out in things like Blast from the Past, for me the year before and for her this year. Blast from the Past is something that, while you need to work as a unit, at the end of the day it is all about a singular purpose instead of a team purpose. I know Ally still kicks herself for what happened but sometimes, it just doesn’t quite work out and that is okay. She’s been around long enough in other places to know that sometimes all you have to do is find yourself a route that is going to get you where you want to go.”

Miles becomes extremely expressive with his face and his hands as he continues on, looking to Sunday and what may be beyond that.

“So here we are, and we begin our little journey as we stand across the ring from Oliver Zahn and Eiley. Now I’m sure that Ally has covered all she has needed to when it comes to the women’s side of things but OZ, I need to focus on you. You don’t know just how fucking lucky you are, bruv. You somehow managed to survive Austin James Mercer just a couple weeks ago when you know damn well the man has got a whole lot of score to settle. Not with anyone in particular at this point, well...maybe me...but at this point he is looking to go toe to toe with GOD and you managed to walk out relatively unscathed.”

Miles sort of winces, remembering Austin and Oliver’s match and Mercer getting himself DQ’d. As if he relived the match from Into the Void a bit where he got his ass handed to him on several occasions during it.

“I hope you went home and thanked whatever the hell you believe in at that point. And truth be told, mate...you are not going to have so much a great time with me. You see, my outlook on certain things have changed. I also happen to love to prove a whole ass motherfucker wrong, and I know that there are people that are just waiting for me to trip up again. But not anymore. You see, where Austin is chaotic madness, I’m just chaotic with my shit just a tad bit more together. I’m not going to let any antics get in my way or Ally’s way for us to get to Summer Xxxtreme into that Fatal Fourway.”

Miles leans forward, putting his arms on the table in front of him, those blue-green eyes giving a little mischievous wink.

“You are going to have to believe in not just yourself, but your partner to get to that point. We’re new, yes. But I need you to note that you are heading into a match with a team that has a couple of people that want nothing more than to be the best. I’m sure you two are the same in some form but after everything that I have been through and that Ally has been through, people should be intimidated, if not a little scared, because you have no idea just how far we will go to to claim what will be ours.”

And with that he reaches up and presses a button and the screen goes black. No more to say, and ready for what may come.

Thinking Of All The Things
Late hours of March 12th
UMC Hospital Emergency Waiting Room

Blaze of Glory was one hell of a show.

Putting it mildly.

You know those particular nights where you walk into somewhere and you can’t shake a feeling that shit is about to go sideways? From the moment that they walked into the building there was something he couldn’t shake.

And while Miles sat in the waiting room with his headphones on his head, trying to distract himself from the moment, not being able to be back in the various rooms that were back there making sure that his boyfriend’s body was still in one piece after the vicious beating he took just a few miles away. Despite the music, in Miles Kasey’s head...he kept going back through the entire night.

At first he thought it was just the usual butterflies he usually has before every match. He faced Daniel once before, only to come up short and with all the praise being sung his way lately, it just added on to it but it wasn’t that. In fact, even after the double pin finish of their match that same damn feeling stuck around.

He had time before Carter’s match but he rushed changing out of his gear. He wasn’t even upset by how the match ended, he wasn’t in a rush to get out of there but that damn feeling had him throwing on his streets in record time.

He stood at the sidelines when Carter chatted with the fabulous Ms. Willow, smiling like an idiot the entire time and inwardly cringed when he heard Carter say that he was going to “bring out the real Austin”. He didn’t wanna discourage Carter from this match and whatever he may have had in mind but that feeling just multiplied.

He told himself it was all in his head when he walked Carter to the gorilla and gave him a kiss for good luck, it had become their pre-match tradition and he had hoped to say something to Austin but he was nowhere to be seen. Miles just told himself that he was worried about nothing.

....how wrong he really was.

He sat with everyone else watching the match. You know he couldn’t help but be worried but he had to stomp down that protective streak. But in that match, as he watched Austin chokeslam Carter and instead of just finishing it, Miles was on his feet. When it happened a SECOND time?? Miles had the folded chair he was sitting in, in his hands, leaning and watching and waiting. He wasn’t going to go out there and mess things up but the white in his knuckles when he watched Carter, knowing that he was in a lot of pain, still fought for everything he had.

Things looked hopeful for a brief moment, then Miles watched in horror as Austin caught Carter and drilled him through the table in front of Belinda and Jason. Miles’ head dropped because at that point he knew the match was over. Miles started to make a couple steps towards the gorilla, in his head he had a few choice words for Austin but that would wait til he knew Carter was ok.

But then all hell broke loose. Cries from across the crowd that was watching with him caught Miles' attention and he ran back and watched in absolute horror before he grabbed an already folded chair along the way and took off like a bat out of hell.

From there it was a blur, he remembers Austin looking shocked. He remembers the words exchanged.

And thinking back, what Austin did to Carter was a statement directly aimed at him.

Well, if Mercer wanted him that badly...

“Mr. Kasey?”

He felt a slight tap on his shoulder that startled him slightly as he spun around in his chair and looked up at the nurse he spoke to when he came in with Carter in the ambulance. Miles blinks at her a few times before he slides his headphones off and looks at her with some shock.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“Oh, trust me it’s fine. It’s been a hell of a night” Miles just let out with chuckle, “Is everything-?”

“Oh yeah, everything is just fine, I just wanted to let you know that he’s back from CT and asking for you.” she said with a smile, “I can take you back if you want.”

Miles nodded before pulling himself to his feet, and stretching a bit. His muscles yelling at him moreso than usual...how the hell long was he there? After a quick stretch, he’d grab a bag that was brought to him by Ari and her fiance and followed the nurse to the back area, glancing at his phone with about 30 missed calls, 50 unanswered texts...he wouldn’t answer and give them information that he didn’t have himself. There was no need to worry them until he knew for sure and as it was his heart was already in the pit of his stomach as it was, no need to scare anyone else until things were known for certain.

“The doctor will be with you two shortly.” the nurse said, breaking his concentration yet again.

Miles looked up and the vision of the man in front of him almost made him want to turn on his heels, find Austin and rip his head off his shoulders....just add that to the list of things to be done.

He’d put on a smile, albeit a sad one before he walked over, placing the bag down along the way in the chair he’d assumed would be his resting spot for the night, and before Carter had a chance to get a word out, Miles leaned down and kissed him.

Carter was the most important thing at this moment. Everything else could wait.

After all, waiting made everything that much better.


Time For A Whole New Game
Present Day
Okanagan Lake

The last couple of weeks had been the kind to spend in peace. Minus the fuss that was made by Carter’s mom and grams, with Carter on the mend, all Miles wanted to do was rest and live in virtual peace.

It would of course come to an end when the Unsolved Mysteries Tour would kick off. It would start as a 2 part surprise, one that his boyfriend had a thing for these crazy stories and insisted that they’d get up there early to see the sights and try to see if they could spot the mysterious lake monster, but the second surprise came in the form of the match against the newly crowned and ever-controversial SCW Champion, Michael Harris.

Non-Title of course. But one cannot rush these things.

From the rented out cabin that was procured for the week, Miles sat out on the balcony that overlooked the beautiful scenery, of green pine trees and a lake that reflected almost perfectly.

“I could get used to this.” Miles said, taking a sip from his cup of tea, “I have seen a lot of amazing things in my short time on earth but this...”

He takes a deep breath in, closing his blue-green eyes for a moment and when he finally let’s it out and his eyes open it’s almost like a switch has flipped.

“Michael Harris, first things first....congratulations. It takes one hell of a man to beat Mac Bane and dethrone him. The man is an absolute badass and I should know as I got my ass handed to me by him. And sorry I couldn’t be there personally when it all went down but as I’m sure you are well aware, I had more pressing matters to attend to but when I had heard...I couldn’t help but be thoroughly disappointed.”

“I mean, impressed but disappointed. But now you have a whole new problem, see...” Miles shifts from leaning on the guardrail of the balcony to slinging his leg over it and sitting on it, his weight making it creak just a bit but it doesn’t bug him any, “Now you went and painted a huge bullseye on your ass, you are going to have metric ass ton of problems and well...here I am to start it all off...mate, I do not envy you at all.”

“And I mean, you are obviously a man that likes to pay attention but if you think that my issues are going to keep me from something I have been waiting a bit to show. You see, now...Now I’m pissed off. Because somewhere along the way there has been a few that seem to think that I’m going to just roll over and take it.”

Miles smiles brightly letting out a bit of a laugh, “No, see...that’s where every single one of you has it wrong. And you are going to find out real quick that that feeling that you all had, that inkling you get when you see me, that only a few have had the set to say...I’m about to fuck a whole lotta realities up when you realize that this whole time, I was just warming up.”

He glares and smirks, “Leave your trollop parade at home...and test the theory of actual reality...that you, my friend, are on borrowed time. As are a lot of people that seem to think that I am that wolf that doesn’t bite back.”

Coming Clean

So this is what it was like to be happy.

It wasn’t exactly what Miles had in mind that night but he could see the signs of what was about to happen only hours before. So on that particular night, he needed to put all of the cards on the table. Not only for his own selfishness of finally getting it out, but for poor Carter’s sake.

Since Carter had moved in, hell even before that, Miles began to recognize those subtle cues that the young man had. He knew that the constant pressure put on by not only Malachi but Kristjian, them doing what they do best, was not only beginning to piss him off but it made an already somewhat uncomfortable situation into the tell-tale signs that would become impossible to deal with. That is of course unless Miles did indeed come to the realization that despite the fear of fucking up yet another relationship and grasping the concept that he had deep feelings that he could no longer shove aside.

“So, do I still need to go buy that Etch-A-Sketch?” Miles said through a smile, breaking that usual silence that follows. That of course got a completely relaxed and relieved Carter to smile and laugh, tucking that beautiful face into his pillow to hide the obvious blush, “Ah there’s it is. I knew I would still somehow manage to have that effect on you, even after everything.”

Eventually Carter’s blue eyes would peak from hiding, smiling brightly, “I’d ask you to pinch me to make sure I’m not dreaming, but considering how I’m feeling right now I don’t even think I wanna wake up from this.”

“Not a dream, but I appreciate the compliment,” followed by a yawn, and seemingly getting set to zonk out. Instead Miles just laid on his side staring at Carter’s handsome face.

“Maybe I should head back to my room and let you sleep.” Carter said but he couldn’t will himself to move, either, “I am rather comfortable though.”

“Then don’t.” Miles simply stated, “Besides if you think my hugs are amazing, I’ve been told I’m a world class cuddler.”

Carter leans up on his elbow, “Just one question and then I’ll take you up on that.”

“Shoot.”

“What are we going to do about the idiots we work with? You know they aren’t going to let up any time soon.”

“Oh don’t you worry about that. Trust me, I have zero issues with people knowing annnnnnd...” Miles gets a little sly little smile on his face, “Well, I have an absolutely evil idea that those 2 and whomever else was involved will learn a hard lesson.”

The tone of Miles' voice and that smile brightened the darkened room as Carter shifted towards him and laid his head on Miles broad shoulder, “You have my attention...”

Miles laugh before he reached for his phone, making sure that they were both comfortable as he placed a gentle kiss on top of Carter’s head, “Well first, I need to know what is our lovely friend Despy’s favorite candy is and we’ll go from there.”

So the word definitely was out and it wasn’t exactly what they had in their mind, while no one had said a word Despy was able to call them out. While Carter was semi-embarrassed by the situation he had things that he needed to worry about but one thing Miles didn’t think about was his own side. While friends were supportive, he hadn’t really had much of a chance to really speak with a couple of people so important in his life that he’d not thought about it until he received a call 3 days later following Climax Control.

He knew that there was no way in hell that they didn’t know his news by now, but he just wanted to let it soak in for the time being and enjoy his time because let's face facts, he really should have come clean at Christmas. It was almost like he wanted to make up for lost time, but in one phone call, nerves set in.

Mora Kasey, mother of he and his twin sister Brianna was paying him a visit. Not only for a chance to see her son who she hadn’t really seen since Bri gave birth to Riley but she decided for the first time, EVER she was going further than New York, to spend her birthday in Las Vegas. She was insistent that her along with Brianna, were going to stay in one of Vegas’ fabulous hotels and there needed to be a conversation to be had.

He offered to pick them up from the airport, but she refused. Mora Kasey wanted the full vacation experience, complete with the uber trip.

Sometime in the middle of his 6th walk through of the condo to make sure things looked up to snuff, him hoping that Carter would show eventually to calm his nerves...I mean he was 28...it had been at least 13...maybe 14 years since his mom had to have that talk with him but this was something new. He’d turned to make his 7th run thru when a knock came to his door. He debated for a brief moment to not answer the door but he’d knew she’d call him and then he’d really be busted. It was just his mom...and his twin sister.

He would take a couple of deep breaths before opening the door and before he’d get a word out, he would be engulfed with a hug from them both. He’d knew then that no matter what, he had absolutely nothing to worry about from either of them.

He’d give them the 10-cent tour of his new abode with the promise of the tour of the building after lunch where they’d settle themselves for the talk that was bound to come.

“I feel rather jipped that you didn’t bring Riley with you,” Miles said after taking a sip of water.

“What was I going to do with a 7 month old in Vegas, Milo? Besides, his dad and his parents have him while I get some well needed rest.” Bri said while looking at their mother, who was enjoying having her kids together again, never stopping to give one another grief.

“Well, here’s hoping I get back to see him before he graduates grade school.” Miles quipped back.

“I have a bunch of videos and pictures to show you anyways but that’s not why we are here.” Bri suddenly got very serious, “Where’s that cutie you’re with now?”

“Oh umm, last I knew Carter was deep in training today at the gym.” Miles said but you could tell he was holding back just a bit. But he promised that he wasn’t going to hide who he was anymore, “I- ...I’m sorry I didn’t tell you two about what was going on. I didn’t even really know until just recently and needed to process it on my own.”

Mora reached over and gave her son’s hand an affectionate squeeze, “Miles, we know. And it’s ok if you are whatever you are. I, much like your sister, just want you happy and I know the last time we really saw one another that you weren’t happy. I don’t want a whole lot of details, I just wanna know why you were hiding from us being...” Mora seemed to be stuck for the right word.

“Pansexual?” Miles said simply. And it was rather odd because until that particular moment he hadn’t told anyone except Carter, that he was. Everyone had their suspicions but it was never public. A weight almost visibly lifted from his shoulders at that moment. He would see his family just looking at him with wonder, “Because until now I didn’t know how you would react and that seems absolutely stupid now but I had a fear. Thankfully though, being around Carter and in a way a few others that I was stupid for worrying about it.”

“I’d say!” Bri spoke up before she’d get her hand slapped by her mom, “What? I’m just speaking the truth! Besides the sperm donor that was our father, I think the only one that had any kind of problem when the new spread through our neighborhood was the old battle axe, Fannie Tremaine and she hasn’t been laid since the stone age!”

“Oh my God, that old twat is still kicking?”

“Oh you should have heard her but mum put her in her place and it was absolutely spectacular!” Bri and Miles cracked up as Mora looked a little embarrassed.

“Well I told her to not be jealous just because the sands of the sahara desert got more action than she did...I almost outted her grandson but it’s not my place.” Mora said simply, before turning her attention to her son, who looked absolutely relieved, “But I just got one thing to ask. Are you truly happy?”

Just then Miles could hear the door to the condo open and shut, quietly like he knew Carter was trying to sneak in but he stood up, “I am mum...and let me introduce you to the reason why.”


When Are You Going to Learn? 

We hear a slam from the distance as we see the lights light up an empty room, with nothing but a metal table and chair in the middle of it. He looks around amused for a moment. Nothing extravagant needed here. Miles is dressed up in a nice looking black suit, his blonde hair slicked back. Sliding his jacket off his upper body he lays it carefully along the back of the chair and takes a seat. His face showing amusement.

“Oh, Alexander Raven...when are you going to realize that I saw through your game the minute the match got announced and you attempted to get my attention on twitter? Do you honestly think I am going to fall into these mind games that you love to play? I’ve seen it SO MANY TIMES, but I’m not out to play mind-fuck games. I’m just here to fuck up your title reign by dethroning your arse once again.”

He points to himself, the blue-green catching just right int he light, not buying any bullshit for a moment, “I saw the game back in India going all the way into Violent Conduct that you were trying to poke at the, well in this case, the wolf and no matter what kind of weird little situation you were trying to whip up in your head to try and turn me into whatever the fuck you are, failed. That night I stood tall in the ring as the SCW Roulette Champion and sent you back with some deep seething wounds.”

Looking up he can’t help but laugh at no one but himself, “And I’m sure that shit eats at you each and every day that despite the fact that I ended up dropping my first singles reign in SCW to Bill Barnhart, I am still sickeningly optimistic and I refuse to let that be my destiny. See this is where we differ, I take each win and each loss as a chance to just keep getting better and better. Meanwhile, you still squawk off like Speakspeare and Edgar Allen Poe left a void you so desperately want to fill. All while trying to damn each and every soul that you manage to get at. I’m not going to fall for those bullshit games, bruv.”

Miles kicks back, throwing his feet up on the table, shaking his head, “I’m not hotheaded like Fenris, I’m not getting caught off guard like Lachlan...and I love those two like brothers. I STILL will call you out on that smoke and mirrors routine that you’ve been peddling around here since the start of time. You learned absolutely NOTHING from our time in India, mate. And that’s sad. Still the same ole prick that won’t let himself be cloaked in anything but shadows and cold. Rather horseshit because it’s like all that work I did was meant for you and was met without so much as you pushing it off to the side.”

“Maybe it’s because you were in the right place at the right time. You see, that Internet Championship deserves so much more than what you have been giving it. You have hacked and slashed your way through a litany of better men and with each and every win you seem to think you are getting stronger and stronger. But BRUV, you are a mortal man. I have proven that and I am not afraid to get maimed up a little bit to show you again. I would love to knock you off that pedestal that you put yourself on before you get to Ken Davison, another man that thinks himself a God but is just another mortal like the rest of us.”

Miles leans forward, and he glares for a moment before he brings his hand up like he’s telling everyone a secret, “I don’t know about you all, but I am wholeheartedly over these individuals who seem to think that us lowly commoners don’t have what it takes to beat their asses on any given Sunday. They seem to think that because Sunday is “God’s Day” that these tossers think that church is held inside the six-sided ring. Well here is where I draw the line, abandon the hope that you think that you are just going to walk through the man that found the one thing...well...maybe one of the two things he’s good at in our existence, and to quote the absolutely stunning Lzzy Hale....” Miles stands up, does the ‘spectacles, testicles, wallet and watch’ cross and holds his hands out in front of him with a giant smile, those eyes glimmering a nice little shimmer of mischief behind them, “Hallelujah mother fucker, take me to church.”

He steps back and waves a finger, “And I betcha you won’t think so lowly of the man that has already shown you that you really don’t want to fuck with the wolf who’s only tasted the blood and wants more.”

With a simple wink, he steps back and pulls his jacket from the chair in which he laid it upon and we hear the clicking of his dress shoes exit the room with lights turning off with a bang.

A Tale of Two Cities
Weekend Before Thanksgiving

Things in the world of Milo has been hectic as of late. With everything going on with Carter, the Brit found himself spending a lot of time traveling back and forth between New York and Las Vegas. Typically Miles would have just kept himself out in Vegas but business called him back to the east coast, business that he had started a while ago.

“I cannot believe that you are moving out already!” Dickie Watson said as Miles was walking around what has been strictly his room for the last few months, “It just felt like you got here.”

“Mate, I know. But when Finn offered, I made it known that it was strictly temporary until I had the chance to find my own place,” Miles smirked as he dropped some shirts into one of the many boxes, “Besides, it’s not like I’m going far, only a few floors down.”

“Yeah, when you are actually in town.”

“Hey, it was either this or torture Kayla til the end of the year and I have been so shitlagged going back and forth, my ducking game isn’t as strong as her arm.” Miles laughed as he shoved the box across the bed, “Trust me, mate, I’m better off.”

“If you say so,” Dickie mumbles, “What about when you’re in Vegas, which right now is practically every other weekend, are you just gonna keep crashing at K and Aron’s?”

“Actually I got that one worked out as well.” Miles says as Dickie gives him a look, “Let’s just say I’ve been saving my pennies and if need be there will be other places to crash out besides a hotel room.”

Miles grabs one of the boxes and Dickie follows suit to help, “What did you do?”

“I just solved a problem about me sleeping on the floor and having to hear Aron snoring. I wonder if I should tell Zoey that,” Miles quipped, “But I look at it this way, I’m not going to leave Wolfslair but I’m seeing writing on the wall about all this time I’ve begun spending out there and it would be nice to have a whole place or now places to call my own. I’m not gonna be out there all the time but sometimes it’s just nice to kick my feet up for a few days at one or the other but not be a colossal hindrance to people that are allowing me to crash. Time for me to grow up.”

“If you say so, but still doesn’t mean that I’m gonna miss having you around here.”

“Awww, I didn’t know you cared.” Miles said, putting his arm around him, “Don’t worry, I’ll still be around to help you irritate the hell out of Kayla on a regular basis and help ya make your brother feel uncomfortable whenever you need me to.”

“I knew I could count on ya, mate.” Watson said, slapping Miles on the shoulder, “Come on, let’s get this shit down there.”

“Yeah, I need to rest up before I fly out again. I’ve been invited out that way by Ari and the crew, my first real American Thanksgiving.”

“Wait, you’ve been over here regularly for what, now, 3 years?”

“Give or take.”

Dickie tips his head, “And you’re going because?”

“Because amazing food, good company...”

“And Carter?”

Miles gets what Watson is trying to do, he’s not gonna fall for it, “I mean it’d be nice to check in on him, make sure that Kristijan hasn’t maimed him more, plus it wouldn’t hurt to give him a little break from all that, I’m sure.”

“Miles...” Dickie lets out a sigh, “Are you sure that’s it?”

Miles stops and turns on a dime, “Don’t.”

“I’m just sayin’!” he says following him out.

“Well unsay it!”


Big, Dumb Idiot
Las Vegas, Nevada

“There isn’t a day that goes by where I go back and think about High Stakes and what I could have done differently.”

Night time has fallen across Vegas on the night of Thanksgiving, Miles can’t help but sit back away from everyone watching as Carter interacts with his mom and grandmother, them helping clean up after Ari’s grand meal that had knocked him out for a good hour. But for now he just watches.

“Bill Barnhart became the SCW Roulette Champion for a second time that night because I got ahead of myself. I let my own head and my own feelings of a situation that was out of my control. You knew exactly what to say, how to say it and at the end of the day, you beat me.”

Miles sighs and reaches over and grabs a deviled egg from a plate he’s been hiding. He looks around before taking the egg in one bite and swallowing it almost whole.

“I admitted it before, you got me and I don’t know part of me wonders if we should go back and try again but something a little bit more different. A little bit more wild. Don’t think that I have forgotten and I won’t forget. You managed to piss off a whole lot of people and look like the biggest fucking joke that the SCW Roulette Division has but you are the champ! Your a chump champ and no one is going to remember this reign because you have managed to make it even worse.”

A wild look shows in Miles’ blue-green eyes.

“Mate, you keep fuckin’ coming against Wolfslair. You beat me once, congratulations. I know you feel like you were one step up, but look at what ya did. Ya went out there and you made a fool outta yourself.”

A chuckle crosses his lips before he munches on another deviled egg.

“Finn kicked ya ass, and after what what happened at the High Stakes, you’ve got a reckonin’ comin’.”

He deeply inhales and looks forward.

“I’m gonna follow through and prove that I’m the better man, the better wrestler, the better fighter, a better fucking champion, and mate, we all know I’m the more attractive one cause I didn’t need a mail order bride to come out and manage me. I take care of my own business.”

He blinks and his eyes grow stone-cold.

“I’m getting back what is rightfully mine.”

Hardened Dreams
Back in New York

He fucked up royally. He waited too long and now she was out on a date with him and he was left in the dust. So he decided to do something about that.

Miles Kasey, decided to drown his sorrows in a shower. It was taking everything in him not to just ram his head into the tiled walls. Somehow though it was the steaming hot water that was enough to numb his skin.

Maybe it was that, or maybe it was the fifth beer that he currently had with him. He would just lean back against the wall and take a giant swig, hitting the back of his head against the wall to make a nice thud.

“You shouldn’t do that.”

He would bring the beer down slowly and open his eyes slightly to see Zoey standing there, he would shake his head like she was some sort of a mirage but she still stood there leaning against the entrance to the room, with her arms crossed in front of her chest. Looking at him like she’s a lioness about to pounce on him like a meal.

“You looked surprised to see me.”

“You could say that. Especially since this is the men’s showers and you were supposed to be out with Aron last I heard.” Miles looks down for a moment and can’t help but smile but doesn’t bother to move, especially because it’s far too late to be modest anyways, “Things not go well?”

“That’s not really any of your business or anyone else’s, Milo. But actually I came to ask you a question,” Zoey said stepping into the shower area, not backing off for one moment as Miles stays in one spot staring her down and taking a sip of his beer.

“Ask away, Miss Lukas.”

She steps right into the shower, never breaking eye contact with him and not really caring how the steaming hot shower is getting her soaked. Miles raises his eyebrow, impressed by the tenaciousness of the youngest Lukas sister. He stood up a little straighter as she got close and very personal with him.

“Are you going to ever wake up?”

Miles blinks and stares at her, “What?”

Meanwhile in reality:

“Miles....” a sing-songy voice rings through as Miles lays peacefully in his head enjoying his dream, “MILES!” Zoey screams loud enough to startle Miles awake. He looks around frantically before his eyes settle on Zoey who has made herself comfy in his bed, over the sheet. Miles rubs his tired eyes for a moment and settles back down

“I must be having that dream again.”

She leans in really close, “Not a dream, Milo.”

Miles eyes snap open, and head snaps towards her, “What are you doin’ in my bed, Zoe?”

Zoey smiles as Miles pulls the sheets a little tighter up, “You said training! I tried calling but kept getting your voicemail.”

“I put my phone on silent last night. Didn’t think you’d be back the same time I was,” he grumbled, wiping the sleep from his eyes, and something dawns on him, "How long have you been here?"

"Enough to know you talk a bit in your sleep but don't snore." she poked at him a bit and he swipes her hand away and shoots her a dirty look, "Alrighty, you're grumpy. Time to get your ass up."

"Zoe..." he complained as he tries to hide his face from her under a pillow but her eyes instead drift down a bit and she smiles.

"Seriously, tent pole down, pants on. LET'S GO!" she barks trying to pull the sheets off him but he fights her a bit, "What? You embarrassed about your pj's?"

"No!" he grabs her wrist and stops her, “I’ll get up but...”

“But what?”

“You need to leave so I can...” he’s trying to figure out the nicest way possible to keep her from seeing everything that God graced him with. “I don’t know how to be polite about this, Zoe.”

“Miles Kasey, are you-? ...you’re not wearing anything at all!” she looked at him with a bit of surprise. “I thought you always rocked funky PJs?”

He grabs the extra pillow next to him and drops it on his lap to hide everything, “I did, then on my stay at K and Aron’s I got a little more comfortable, got back and couldn’t sleep for shit...soooo...”

“You’re naked.”

He smirks, “As they day I was born.”

Zoey slowly moves off the bed looking somewhere between embarrassed and proud, “I’m gonna keep myself from asking a question that is running through my mind and give you the privacy you need but umm...”

She points to the door and backs out, “I won’t be too long.”

“Oh, I’m sure you’ll be long enough...I MEAN- Take long enough.” and she leaves the room and closes the door behind her.

Miles sits back and he can’t help but laugh to himself, “Maybe I still got it after all.”


Sometimes You Got It, Sometimes You Gotta Go Get It

It had been an odd number of weeks for the reigning SCW Roulette Champion but the fact was Miles Kasey had been living a pretty easy-going life.

A practical vagabond, even though he had a room at Finn’s place, he just found it nice to really kick back and enjoy life. It was something different, being surrounded by people he actually liked but something was still amiss.

Every now and again, since he and Ben Jordan had noticed Carter’s bruises at Violent Conduct, it felt like Carter had pushed him away. Even Carter’s words to Ben caught him by surprise, because afterall, Miles was the one that pointed it out. Why wasn’t he upset with him? Even then the only time that Carter was remotely kind on twitter as of late was when conveniently Lazuras was off and away from him.

Despite what he had said several times about being an idiot, Miles recognized patterns and he was convinced that despite being told that there was nothing to worry about, there was indeed something to worry about with his friend. It was obvious the upfront and blatant wasn’t going to work with him, so he’d figure out a different way to try and talk to him about the things that have been going on.

He just had to be stealthy about it. He could easily go to the others about it, but that would lessen the stealth factor. Then a couple of weeks ago when the match for this week’s Climax Control was announced, it was like the heavens gave him a sign, afterall when this journey had started to his new chapter in his life, Carter was one of the first people to help him in his next step. And Milo would be damned if he didn’t return the favor.

‘HOW IN THE HELL HAVE YOU NEVER SEEN ANY OF THE HALLOWEEN MOVIES?!?’ was the text message he got from Fenris almost instantly after he got one from Bobbie Dahl, who knew one little confession would send people into a tizzy.

It was just something he never got around to doing, the genre of Horror seemed rather unappealing for a period of time but it was the season to get spooky and there was no way K was going to let him out of it, he’d probably spend some extra time in Vegas after the weekend but that would also provide him ample chance to maybe really talk to Carter.

This was of course after their rubber match...and this time the only gimmick was that wheel that would determine the stipulation of their match and it was for the Roulette Championship.

Go Gym vs. Wolfslair Gym

And Miles had to make a choice.

How far was he willing to go to make a point and get it through his friend’s head that he was here for him? And how far was he willing to go to keep a hold of his Roulette Championship?

Guess that means one thing.

Asshole Miles to the rescue!

That’s how he was going to get it.


Just The Two Of Us
Laughlin, NV

Friday night Miles still couldn’t put into full thought how he was out to accomplish something that he couldn’t believe he had to put himself through again. But he did promise and a promise made is a promise kept.

“It wasn’t that long ago that I did one of the weirdest matches ever in my career and this is coming from a guy that fell in a fucking pool of flesh-eating fish and lived to tell about it.”

He gives a wink and smirk before taking a deep breath and trying to steady himself for what he has to say.

“I gotta admit, I had a feeling that down the line after that match and then our one-on-one where I won, that when I said “Rubber Match, anytime anyplace” that this was what was in our future. Finally conquering the first part of becoming the Roulette Champion really sealed that deal and honestly, I’m glad it’s you Carter. I’m glad you are going to be my first defense because it almost feels like we have unfinished business.”

Rubbing his face, he takes a hardline look around and gets a serious look in his eyes.

“HB Carter is probably the one guy on the roster that if I would want to drop this title too, I would choose him. But here’s the thing, my time as the top man in this division is just getting started. I have practically done everything short of strip...actually I sorta did that...but I clawed and scraped my ass along every single inch to get here and I am not ready to let go of it just yet.” with a nod he shifts the Roulette Championship ever so slightly on his shoulder, “I’ve already said it Carter, I like ya. I like you as a mate but we all have to admit something. There is something about you that has changed rapidly over the last few months. I’m not saying that that prener boyfriend of yours has anything to do with it, but I’m not saying he doesn’t. You have been picking fights with Ben, with Ari, with ME, with Fenris and of all people you damn near put yourself in the ICU by going after TEMPEST! It’s clear that your train of thought has found itself COMPLETELY off the rails and taking a wild ride through the desert and I have a feeling that the man behind the coal burning engine, shoveling it in to to the point of red hot hell is not you. NONE of what you have been doing lately except when he is not around, has been nothing like you. And that’s BULLSHIT Carter!”

He tries to calm himself but his emotions are at a boiling point now and no point in going back

“I don’t wanna lose our friendship but if me taking your head off is the only way I’m going to get through to you for you to actually have a conversation with me is by creating this rift between us because of the Roulette Championship then so be it. I feel like I have no other fucking choice and it’s frustrating. It’s frustrating because I honestly care about you, and it kills me to see you talk about yourself like you don’t deserve better because you do. We all deserve better in life. We deserve to be loved, cherished and we deserve the best damn things life could possibly give us.”

Miles places his hand over his heart and looks sincerely ahead.

“I want you to know one thing Carter, no matter what my feelings about you don’t change. You are still one of the best friends an idiot like me could ask for and I hope that never changes. But I am not sorry for what I have to do to keep this title, mate. One more for the record books, the wheel be damned at this rate, all I want is my friend back to the loveable guy we all adore. I’m just sorry for what I gotta do to get that.”

He blows a little kiss and turns and walks away.