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Supercard Archives / Re: PETER VAUGHN (c) V MILES KASEY v TROLL - ULTIMATE X ROULETTE TITLE
« on: June 24, 2023, 11:40:12 PM »
A Night of Revelry
Back in the familiar streets of Las Vegas, Miles and Carter found themselves embracing the vibrant energy of the city that they call home. As the week unfolded, they relished in the comfort of their own space, finding solace in the routines that brought them a sense of stability, even with Ms. Thang and her never ending insanity as she chased shadows throughout their entire condo, amidst the tumultuous world of wrestling.
One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, Carter's eyes twinkled mischievously. "Let's shake things up tonight, Miles. How about we head to somewhere fun, like a nightclub? I want us to let loose, dance like nobody's watching, and well...I think celebrating that win you had this past week is definitely called for."
Miles grinned, thrilled by the prospect of a night out with Carter. "Sounds like a plan, love. If you are up for it, so am I. Let's paint the town."
They arrived at the lively bar, pulsating with a vibrant atmosphere. Rainbow flags adorned the walls, casting a colorful glow on the dance floor where bodies moved with an infectious rhythm. Carter didn’t need much convincing on his part to pull Miles out onto the floor, joining the throngs of people, surrendering to the music that reverberated through their souls.
As the night progressed, Miles found himself at the bar, ordering a round of drinks for himself and Carter. As he waited for the bartender to prepare their beverages, a figure sidled up next to him. The man, oozing confidence almost disgustingly so, attempted to engage Miles in conversation.
Miles' instinctive response was polite but clear, "Thank you, but I'm here with my boyfriend. Now, if you’ll pardon me."
Undeterred, the stranger persisted, undeterred. "Come on, don't you want to have some fun? I’ve been watching you all night and I gotta wonder what a beautiful individual like you is doing with that thing you have been dancing with all night."
Miles' resolve hardened, first the guy wouldn’t get the clue that he was obviously with someone but to insult Carter was enough that he almost bounced this guy’s face off the bar. He glanced discreetly toward where Carter stood, knowing that his boyfriend's attention was fixed on the situation. Carter's blue eyes twinkled with a blend of amusement and protective affection and even a small hint of worry for a brief moment.
Taking a deep breath, Miles maintained his composure, his voice firm. "Look bruv, as much as I appreciate the offer, I’m going to be absolutely abrupt and abrasive now. That beautiful man that you’ve seen me with all night? Well let’s just say that he has more than just my body. Why would I fuck that up for someone that has worked his way down the bar being automatically turned without even uttering a word and absolutely reeks of desperation? Even then, I would never, and I mean NEVER hurt him. I love him far too much." Miles went silent for a moment as the bartender arrived, giving him that knowing and appreciative look of dealing with this guy that won’t buy a hint. Miles took a moment to take a quick sip of his beverage and the guy went to try again as Miles just holds up his hand to stop him, look behind him for a moment and with a smirk, “And if I wasn’t clear enough...I wouldn’t even give you a toss, even with a stolen dick.”
The stranger, knocked back by those final words and sensing the unwavering determination in Miles' eyes, backed off with his hands up, finally getting the point. Miles returned to Carter, their eyes meeting in silent reassurance. “You wanna tell me what that was about?” he asked.
Miles had to laugh, “He made an offer that had a worse chance than a snowball’s chance in hell and politely told him to fuck off.”
Carter’s face turned even brighter with a smile, “You certainly have a way with words you know that?”
“One of my many charms, I’m told.” Miles said finishing his drink down in one shot, “That and a terrific ass.”
“Not one single lie told.” Carter said with admiration, “Maybe that's why we are seemingly the center of attention here.”
Miles glances around and does see a dozen or so eyes on the couple, and that’s enough to make him only wrap his free arm around Carter and pull him close, “Well ignore them, we’re having fun and that is all that matters.”
They continued to revel in the joyful atmosphere of the club, dancing with abandon, their bond growing stronger with each shared moment.
Carter, though careful not to make it obvious, admired Miles' unwavering loyalty. He was grateful for every single moment they shared and the trust that allowed them to navigate such encounters gracefully. He squeezed Miles' hand, a silent gesture of affirmation and gratitude.
As the night came to an end, Miles and Carter left the bar, their hearts full and a renewed appreciation for their unwavering connection. They walked hand in hand through the glittering streets of Las Vegas, the city's vibrant lights mirroring the joy and resilience that radiated from their spirits...if not a little from the alcohol they consumed.
Their jovial moods had them laughing as they walked along the desert night air, and occasionally Miles couldn’t help but do something goofy to bring laughter from his boyfriend. In that moment, Miles realized that his journey toward redemption wasn't solely about wrestling victories. It was also about staying true to himself, upholding the love he had found in Carter, and remaining steadfast in the face of distractions.
Ultimate Test
Miles paced back and forth in the living room of his condo, the weight of the upcoming Ultimate X match for the Roulette Championship bearing down on him. He gathered his gear, carefully selecting his attire and inspecting the specialized gear designed to withstand the splash in the pool below.
Miles, visibly frustrated, slams it down into his bag that has been designated specifically for his wrestling gear, "I've been here before, facing this damn Ultimate X match for the Roulette Championship. It feels like it's become a recurring nightmare at Summer Xxxtreme."
He glanced at the tree outside, a familiar sight that marked the approach of the event.
"That tree, it's a constant reminder of the challenges that lie ahead." Miles shook his head, recalling his previous encounters and the frustration of coming up short each time. "This time will be different. I've grown, I've changed. I won't let history repeat itself."
As he packed his gear, Miles couldn't help but express his disbelief and confusion regarding Gabriel's involvement in the match. "BUT with that I have to focus upon the men that will join me in this match. And first, I gotta get this out...Gabriel, WHAT IN THE ABSOLUTE FUCKING HELL ARE YOU EVEN DOING IN THIS MATCH?!?! The only thing I have ever seen you hold on for dear life to is a snack cake and one of those jumbo sized cups of Mtn. Dew. No offense mate but you can barely pull yourself up out of bed, let alone hang over a pool, pull yourself across to get to that Roulette Title."
With a mix of concern and amusement, Miles envisioned the potential chaos that Gabriel's participation might bring.
"Well, at least we'll get to see his mom again. She deserves all the respect. But Gabriel? I don't know how he made it into this match. Not gonna lie, mate. I’m scared for you because you could seriously get hurt but my God...imagine the splash in that pool? They’re gonna have to have an emergency refill on stand-by whenever Peter finally falls, just so he doesn’t get seriously hurt or potentially die."
Miles shifted his focus to his greatest rival in the match, Peter Vaughn. He reflected on their previous encounters, the defeats he had endured, and the burning desire for redemption.
"Yeah Peter, you heard me right. When YOU fall. Bruv, we have been back and forth and not one single time have I been able to find a moment of victory over you and it can be absolutely maddening to a normal bloke. Luckily for you, I’m not remotely normal and I’m fairly certain I’m already a little off my rocker. And you are finding yourself quite stretched don’t ya? Got yourself in a little pickle. Not only do you have to deal with myself...and Gabriel, I guess...but you have to put a whole lot of focus into the rebirth of the mixed tag titles."
“You’re not going to put the whole thing on Kim getting you through that madness but how does one prepare mentally for what could be the longest night of hell in your life? I do hope that you have yourself a backup set of gear because I’m going to be the one to knock you off of that pedestal.”
He zipped up his bag, his expression a mix of determination and confidence.
“I need you to focus, Peter. I need you to understand that this isn’t like the other times you and I faced off and you knocked me down. You see, last year, my head was anywhere but on that ship. Last year, I was at my absolute lowest and I didn’t care. I deserved that pain. That whole 3 weeks before we even boarded that ship, I was so close to saying ‘fuck it all’ and just give up. Now, I’m out for redemption, I’m out for blood and I’m out to get back what is rightfully mine.”
“That’s right, I’m a different type of thirsty now. I’m about to become a 2-time Roulette Champion, and I’m sorry Kim but you may very well be working with a broken partner when he comes back, broken and titleless.”
As he took a deep breath, Miles knew the challenges ahead would test him both physically and mentally. But he found solace in his unwavering determination and the support of those who believed in him.
The condo was quiet, sans Ms. Thang’s small meow and purring as she laid stretched out on the bed, a sanctuary for Miles as he mentally prepared himself before they departed for the trip to the Princess Cruise, leaving behind any doubts or fears that might hinder his path to redemption.
Back in the familiar streets of Las Vegas, Miles and Carter found themselves embracing the vibrant energy of the city that they call home. As the week unfolded, they relished in the comfort of their own space, finding solace in the routines that brought them a sense of stability, even with Ms. Thang and her never ending insanity as she chased shadows throughout their entire condo, amidst the tumultuous world of wrestling.
One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, Carter's eyes twinkled mischievously. "Let's shake things up tonight, Miles. How about we head to somewhere fun, like a nightclub? I want us to let loose, dance like nobody's watching, and well...I think celebrating that win you had this past week is definitely called for."
Miles grinned, thrilled by the prospect of a night out with Carter. "Sounds like a plan, love. If you are up for it, so am I. Let's paint the town."
They arrived at the lively bar, pulsating with a vibrant atmosphere. Rainbow flags adorned the walls, casting a colorful glow on the dance floor where bodies moved with an infectious rhythm. Carter didn’t need much convincing on his part to pull Miles out onto the floor, joining the throngs of people, surrendering to the music that reverberated through their souls.
As the night progressed, Miles found himself at the bar, ordering a round of drinks for himself and Carter. As he waited for the bartender to prepare their beverages, a figure sidled up next to him. The man, oozing confidence almost disgustingly so, attempted to engage Miles in conversation.
Miles' instinctive response was polite but clear, "Thank you, but I'm here with my boyfriend. Now, if you’ll pardon me."
Undeterred, the stranger persisted, undeterred. "Come on, don't you want to have some fun? I’ve been watching you all night and I gotta wonder what a beautiful individual like you is doing with that thing you have been dancing with all night."
Miles' resolve hardened, first the guy wouldn’t get the clue that he was obviously with someone but to insult Carter was enough that he almost bounced this guy’s face off the bar. He glanced discreetly toward where Carter stood, knowing that his boyfriend's attention was fixed on the situation. Carter's blue eyes twinkled with a blend of amusement and protective affection and even a small hint of worry for a brief moment.
Taking a deep breath, Miles maintained his composure, his voice firm. "Look bruv, as much as I appreciate the offer, I’m going to be absolutely abrupt and abrasive now. That beautiful man that you’ve seen me with all night? Well let’s just say that he has more than just my body. Why would I fuck that up for someone that has worked his way down the bar being automatically turned without even uttering a word and absolutely reeks of desperation? Even then, I would never, and I mean NEVER hurt him. I love him far too much." Miles went silent for a moment as the bartender arrived, giving him that knowing and appreciative look of dealing with this guy that won’t buy a hint. Miles took a moment to take a quick sip of his beverage and the guy went to try again as Miles just holds up his hand to stop him, look behind him for a moment and with a smirk, “And if I wasn’t clear enough...I wouldn’t even give you a toss, even with a stolen dick.”
The stranger, knocked back by those final words and sensing the unwavering determination in Miles' eyes, backed off with his hands up, finally getting the point. Miles returned to Carter, their eyes meeting in silent reassurance. “You wanna tell me what that was about?” he asked.
Miles had to laugh, “He made an offer that had a worse chance than a snowball’s chance in hell and politely told him to fuck off.”
Carter’s face turned even brighter with a smile, “You certainly have a way with words you know that?”
“One of my many charms, I’m told.” Miles said finishing his drink down in one shot, “That and a terrific ass.”
“Not one single lie told.” Carter said with admiration, “Maybe that's why we are seemingly the center of attention here.”
Miles glances around and does see a dozen or so eyes on the couple, and that’s enough to make him only wrap his free arm around Carter and pull him close, “Well ignore them, we’re having fun and that is all that matters.”
They continued to revel in the joyful atmosphere of the club, dancing with abandon, their bond growing stronger with each shared moment.
Carter, though careful not to make it obvious, admired Miles' unwavering loyalty. He was grateful for every single moment they shared and the trust that allowed them to navigate such encounters gracefully. He squeezed Miles' hand, a silent gesture of affirmation and gratitude.
As the night came to an end, Miles and Carter left the bar, their hearts full and a renewed appreciation for their unwavering connection. They walked hand in hand through the glittering streets of Las Vegas, the city's vibrant lights mirroring the joy and resilience that radiated from their spirits...if not a little from the alcohol they consumed.
Their jovial moods had them laughing as they walked along the desert night air, and occasionally Miles couldn’t help but do something goofy to bring laughter from his boyfriend. In that moment, Miles realized that his journey toward redemption wasn't solely about wrestling victories. It was also about staying true to himself, upholding the love he had found in Carter, and remaining steadfast in the face of distractions.
Ultimate Test
Miles paced back and forth in the living room of his condo, the weight of the upcoming Ultimate X match for the Roulette Championship bearing down on him. He gathered his gear, carefully selecting his attire and inspecting the specialized gear designed to withstand the splash in the pool below.
Miles, visibly frustrated, slams it down into his bag that has been designated specifically for his wrestling gear, "I've been here before, facing this damn Ultimate X match for the Roulette Championship. It feels like it's become a recurring nightmare at Summer Xxxtreme."
He glanced at the tree outside, a familiar sight that marked the approach of the event.
"That tree, it's a constant reminder of the challenges that lie ahead." Miles shook his head, recalling his previous encounters and the frustration of coming up short each time. "This time will be different. I've grown, I've changed. I won't let history repeat itself."
As he packed his gear, Miles couldn't help but express his disbelief and confusion regarding Gabriel's involvement in the match. "BUT with that I have to focus upon the men that will join me in this match. And first, I gotta get this out...Gabriel, WHAT IN THE ABSOLUTE FUCKING HELL ARE YOU EVEN DOING IN THIS MATCH?!?! The only thing I have ever seen you hold on for dear life to is a snack cake and one of those jumbo sized cups of Mtn. Dew. No offense mate but you can barely pull yourself up out of bed, let alone hang over a pool, pull yourself across to get to that Roulette Title."
With a mix of concern and amusement, Miles envisioned the potential chaos that Gabriel's participation might bring.
"Well, at least we'll get to see his mom again. She deserves all the respect. But Gabriel? I don't know how he made it into this match. Not gonna lie, mate. I’m scared for you because you could seriously get hurt but my God...imagine the splash in that pool? They’re gonna have to have an emergency refill on stand-by whenever Peter finally falls, just so he doesn’t get seriously hurt or potentially die."
Miles shifted his focus to his greatest rival in the match, Peter Vaughn. He reflected on their previous encounters, the defeats he had endured, and the burning desire for redemption.
"Yeah Peter, you heard me right. When YOU fall. Bruv, we have been back and forth and not one single time have I been able to find a moment of victory over you and it can be absolutely maddening to a normal bloke. Luckily for you, I’m not remotely normal and I’m fairly certain I’m already a little off my rocker. And you are finding yourself quite stretched don’t ya? Got yourself in a little pickle. Not only do you have to deal with myself...and Gabriel, I guess...but you have to put a whole lot of focus into the rebirth of the mixed tag titles."
“You’re not going to put the whole thing on Kim getting you through that madness but how does one prepare mentally for what could be the longest night of hell in your life? I do hope that you have yourself a backup set of gear because I’m going to be the one to knock you off of that pedestal.”
He zipped up his bag, his expression a mix of determination and confidence.
“I need you to focus, Peter. I need you to understand that this isn’t like the other times you and I faced off and you knocked me down. You see, last year, my head was anywhere but on that ship. Last year, I was at my absolute lowest and I didn’t care. I deserved that pain. That whole 3 weeks before we even boarded that ship, I was so close to saying ‘fuck it all’ and just give up. Now, I’m out for redemption, I’m out for blood and I’m out to get back what is rightfully mine.”
“That’s right, I’m a different type of thirsty now. I’m about to become a 2-time Roulette Champion, and I’m sorry Kim but you may very well be working with a broken partner when he comes back, broken and titleless.”
As he took a deep breath, Miles knew the challenges ahead would test him both physically and mentally. But he found solace in his unwavering determination and the support of those who believed in him.
The condo was quiet, sans Ms. Thang’s small meow and purring as she laid stretched out on the bed, a sanctuary for Miles as he mentally prepared himself before they departed for the trip to the Princess Cruise, leaving behind any doubts or fears that might hinder his path to redemption.