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Supercard Archives / Re: ALEXANDER RAVEN (c) v MILES KASEY - ROULETTE TITLE
« on: September 02, 2022, 11:59:55 PM »
Have you ever been told that you will never be good enough? Or better yet, that you have no choice but to settle for the shit life has handed you?
No?
You’re lucky. Either that or completely full of shit and I’m willing to bet it’s the latter.
Alexander Raven has the set to sit there and try to even begin to understand what the fuck I’ve been through.
No, Alex, I’m not that simple. I’m an idiot, but it has NEVER been that simple.
See, the problem is, you think that people care about anything that you have to say. You are full of hot air and have pretty much nothing of volume to offer.
I don’t know, maybe it’s just my ADHD kicking in.
But then you caught my attention with something. And I thought...
Maybe we’re not so different after all...
You Feel Oddly Familiar
Eons Ago
“He’s completely pathetic, Mora!”
“Not so loud, Lyle. I just got them down for the night.”
The familiar tones of the nightly arguments between his parents had drawn a young Miles from his bed in the rundown apartment that housed the Kasey family. His mother would do her best to raise her children because he wouldn’t let her hold a job for longer than a few weeks. Mostly because he would disappear for days, sometimes weeks on end.
“How the hell am I supposed to accept that my own son can’t even hold his own in a school yard fight?”
“Lyle, he was jumped from behind by those kids. They’ve been harassing him all year because they know all about you.”
“What did you say?”
The young child cringed. The shiner he sported below the young blue-green eyes along with the scratches up and down his arm were a reminder enough but to hear them actually argue about it?
It was bad enough his father’s reputation haunted him at primary, but this....
“Where the fuck is the whiskey I had in here?”
“I dumped it after you got fired from your last job, not that you were making anything anyway to keep this roof over our heads.”
He slammed the cupboard door shut and simply barked, “I’m working on that.”
“Right, you sleep the whole day away...” he could hear the clanging coming as his father ripped through their almost bare cupboards, “ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO ME?”
“ENOUGH! I WILL NOT BE TALKED TO LIKE THAT IN MY OWN HOME!”
“IT’S NOT EVEN IN YOUR NAME!!! I HAD TO PRETEND TO BE A WIDOW TO GET THIS, REMEMBER?”
Miles dared to peer around the corner just long enough to see his mother bent over backwards and him on top of her like he was ready to lay in a punch. He was ready to jump in and do what he could, his scars from his fight be damned. That’s when he heard the horn from a car outside and someone call out for his father.
Lyle would back away and smile the most sinister of smiles, “That’s it... He told me that you and those fucking brats would be a liability and he was right. Good luck keeping afloat, bitch.”
His father’s eyes glanced towards the young form peering around the corner and Miles quickly ducked back but he was certain that his father saw him. But instead of the beating that he expected to come, he heard the backdoor open and slam shut, breaking the already broken glass from the backdoor a little bit more. He heard his mother immediately burst into tears and that was enough for Miles to burst through the front door, and run as fast as he could.
He may be a skinny nothing but no one was going to treat her like that but he would only be gripped up by the back of his shirt and thrown to the ground. Standing above him was a man at least three times his small size, it was too dark to see much of his features when Miles recovered long enough to glare at him.
“You my boy, don’t want to be doing that. Let him go.” the words flowed almost like slime through the sewers that brought the most rancid of scents outside the home. The accent was forgein, like stateside but mixed with something he couldn’t quite put his finger on.
But before he could place it, the figure just vanished.
It was only 2 weeks later that they got word that his father was dead.
Years later, that very figure would appear again in his life, the snake known as Syn would convince him and his mates to run the streets and raise hell. For pennies on the pounds that they would steal or destroy, he did what he had to do to make sure his family survived. Fights that would go noticed but as long as his mother and sister could eat, he didn’t fucking care.
Then one night he came home to his mother sitting up in the living room, going through a photo album. Miles planted himself at the entrance between the entryway between the kitchen of their home that she had upgraded them too through all her hard work.
“Mum?” Miles said slowly.
She didn’t look up at him, just flipping to another page that held the picture of her and his father on their wedding day, “You know, he wasn’t always as horrible as you remember.”
“You should be sleeping. You have to work the early shift, dontcha?” he couldn’t will himself to move. If she had seen the state that his face way in, complete with a broken nose that Mack had reset himself....who knows how she’d react.
Instead he could see the smile form on the side of her beautiful face, “I worked tonight so Marie could have the night off and she took my shift in exchange.” she would flip another page where we see the side by side picture of a baby in blue and a baby in pink. “I swore to God when you two were born that I would never let you two know struggle...how badly did I mess that up.”
Miles just sighed and reached out and touched her shoulder. He may have been beaten badly but he wasn’t going to not comfort her, “You didn’t do shit, mum.”
Her head snapped back and glared toward him, “Watch your language.”
“Yes ma’am.” Miles said, bowing his head and dropping his hand.
His mom looked up and got the first real look at her son and just shook her head, “You know, I know what you do. I know why you do it.”
Miles just sighs, “Mum”
“I’m speaking.” she said as Miles' tall frame stood still, he knew it was a cue for him to just shut up, “I lost your father to this and I really don’t want to lose you.”
“This? Actually this is from yardin’ with Mack and the crew,” Miles smirked as he pulled out his wallet and holds about 250 bucks in his hand, “It’s enough to pay off his debts and be done with him once and for all. After this, I don’t know but tonight I was talking to a few people, they think that I may have something here.”
“Something, as in fighting?” Mora just looked at him with worry in his eyes.
“Something as in getting the hell out of here and making something of myself. Getting away from any one of his cronies that convinces me that following my dad’s dark path is the only way for me to go. Mum, I promise you I will never give myself over to that darkness and I’m going to strive to be the best no matter what, by any means necessary. I love you and Brianna too much to want for less.”
Mora just stands there looking at the money for a moment before looking at her battered son, “You know, Marie is gonna eat shit for what she said earlier.”
Miles smirks at her, “Oh yeah? What did that gossipmonger say about me?”
Teenage Dirtbag Baby
Present Day
We open up inside the Indira Gandhi Arena, that the SCW crew has been setting up now for the last week for Violent Conduct 8. The grand finale to their tour here in India and sitting rows, upon rows back is Miles Kasey. His blonde curly locks looking extra poofy in the humidity but he’s come to accept that, the t-shirt clinging to him just right. Those torn jeans that he could never quite bring himself to throw away hugging him just right that if Carter and Bobbie were around, pictures would be snapped. And he’s just lounging on the folded chairs, his feet kicked up and arms outstretched and a smile brightly painted on his face.
“You know what’s absolutely amazing? You kept this monologue up about how I ‘ran away’ to India and about who I was currently fucking. It doesn’t matter if Zoey Lukas wants to climb me like a tree, it doesn’t matter who the fuck is currently on my dick because YOU have NO fucking clue about me.”
The hand comes up and forms a big ole fat O before slapping back down on the chair and him shaking his head and rubbing his eyes with his other hand.
“Alexander Raven sat and growled and grunted into a camera for a good 15 minutes barking and bitching about how just unfocused I really was because for some reason, like a fucking human god damn being, I let what happens around me have an effect on me. And you know what, you’re right Alex, I do.” he points to himself and jams his finger into his chest, “I cannot help but let real world things pull my focus because I am not some autonomous robot that sits in the dark until he’s beckoned to do the one thing that he’s actually good at. I did that, I did that for years because I had no fucking choice.”
“I refuse to go back. So when you are sitting there and are like ‘Well if he would just listen to me’...BRUV all that is going to get you is a middle finger before I punch you square in that fat fucking face of yours.”
His blue-green eyes grow cold and his feet come down and he leans forward and let’s out with his whole chest, “LOOK THE FUCK AROUND! LOOK AROUND AND TELL ME IN THE LAST MONTH AND A HALF AND TELL ME EXACTLY WHAT I HAVE BEEN DOING! I have had it up to my ears...no scratch that, I was over my head when it came to what I had to deal with. I damn near drowned the last time you and I faced off. But look who has found himself falling apart now.”
He leans even more forward and with a whisper he says, “Here’s a clue mate. It’s not me.”
“Alexander Raven, with the Roulette Championship reign that makes Bill Barnhart look like the greatest one of all time. ....sorry Finn, nothing against ya, mate but.... Ah fuck it, I’ll pay for it later in the ring probably, but that’s how I really feel! You, as the Roulette Champion, has been purely pathetic, mate. And you sit there and have the fucking balls to tell me that I need to just listen to you? For what? Eating tips? How to be the loneliest loner known to man? Nah, no thanks, I’m good.” he holds his hand up and is pushing back against nothing.
“I’m so good, in fact, that I saw how you tried to bait me into a low hanging fruit bitch fight. I saw all the little barbs you took a shot at, about my love life or in this case lack of... I saw how you were tried to picture who or what I would blame when you would ‘Beat me’.” Miles snorts with laughter, “Look, I know you got this one on one match up on me, I know you have that match from the cruise on me but things are very different now. Now I don’t have anything to lose, now I am at peace with my life. My sister and nephew are doing wonderfully and I no longer am worried about the other thing. No, you dragging her up is not effective and you were pathetic to try.”
He shrugs, “As for the match itself, as for the Roulette Championship, mate...I’m going to bleed you dry. No matter where that wheel lands. Why? Because I, like many others in SCW are simply sick and tired of your nonsensical bullshit. You are a pompous, pretentious prick. This is going to sound familiar and I don’t give a fuck if you don’t like it. You are the personification of a prickle prick who likes to pontificate your prolific principles or pomposity. Credit to Zoey Lukas on that one. Nice to know that most of the wolves have my back.”
Miles stands up and gives a big stretch where we can hear the bones crack from sternum to neck, he shakes out all the cobwebs.
“I don’t view myself as an alpha but I view myself stronger and better because I have come here and built myself something special and I’m going to end it with beating the piss out of you mate.”
He gives a little wink “As for that F word....”
“Just look up”
And from above in big bold letters on a plane flying above we see it simply say “Fuck You, Raven. RAISE THE W!”
No?
You’re lucky. Either that or completely full of shit and I’m willing to bet it’s the latter.
Alexander Raven has the set to sit there and try to even begin to understand what the fuck I’ve been through.
No, Alex, I’m not that simple. I’m an idiot, but it has NEVER been that simple.
See, the problem is, you think that people care about anything that you have to say. You are full of hot air and have pretty much nothing of volume to offer.
I don’t know, maybe it’s just my ADHD kicking in.
But then you caught my attention with something. And I thought...
Maybe we’re not so different after all...
You Feel Oddly Familiar
Eons Ago
“He’s completely pathetic, Mora!”
“Not so loud, Lyle. I just got them down for the night.”
The familiar tones of the nightly arguments between his parents had drawn a young Miles from his bed in the rundown apartment that housed the Kasey family. His mother would do her best to raise her children because he wouldn’t let her hold a job for longer than a few weeks. Mostly because he would disappear for days, sometimes weeks on end.
“How the hell am I supposed to accept that my own son can’t even hold his own in a school yard fight?”
“Lyle, he was jumped from behind by those kids. They’ve been harassing him all year because they know all about you.”
“What did you say?”
The young child cringed. The shiner he sported below the young blue-green eyes along with the scratches up and down his arm were a reminder enough but to hear them actually argue about it?
It was bad enough his father’s reputation haunted him at primary, but this....
“Where the fuck is the whiskey I had in here?”
“I dumped it after you got fired from your last job, not that you were making anything anyway to keep this roof over our heads.”
He slammed the cupboard door shut and simply barked, “I’m working on that.”
“Right, you sleep the whole day away...” he could hear the clanging coming as his father ripped through their almost bare cupboards, “ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO ME?”
“ENOUGH! I WILL NOT BE TALKED TO LIKE THAT IN MY OWN HOME!”
“IT’S NOT EVEN IN YOUR NAME!!! I HAD TO PRETEND TO BE A WIDOW TO GET THIS, REMEMBER?”
Miles dared to peer around the corner just long enough to see his mother bent over backwards and him on top of her like he was ready to lay in a punch. He was ready to jump in and do what he could, his scars from his fight be damned. That’s when he heard the horn from a car outside and someone call out for his father.
Lyle would back away and smile the most sinister of smiles, “That’s it... He told me that you and those fucking brats would be a liability and he was right. Good luck keeping afloat, bitch.”
His father’s eyes glanced towards the young form peering around the corner and Miles quickly ducked back but he was certain that his father saw him. But instead of the beating that he expected to come, he heard the backdoor open and slam shut, breaking the already broken glass from the backdoor a little bit more. He heard his mother immediately burst into tears and that was enough for Miles to burst through the front door, and run as fast as he could.
He may be a skinny nothing but no one was going to treat her like that but he would only be gripped up by the back of his shirt and thrown to the ground. Standing above him was a man at least three times his small size, it was too dark to see much of his features when Miles recovered long enough to glare at him.
“You my boy, don’t want to be doing that. Let him go.” the words flowed almost like slime through the sewers that brought the most rancid of scents outside the home. The accent was forgein, like stateside but mixed with something he couldn’t quite put his finger on.
But before he could place it, the figure just vanished.
It was only 2 weeks later that they got word that his father was dead.
Years later, that very figure would appear again in his life, the snake known as Syn would convince him and his mates to run the streets and raise hell. For pennies on the pounds that they would steal or destroy, he did what he had to do to make sure his family survived. Fights that would go noticed but as long as his mother and sister could eat, he didn’t fucking care.
Then one night he came home to his mother sitting up in the living room, going through a photo album. Miles planted himself at the entrance between the entryway between the kitchen of their home that she had upgraded them too through all her hard work.
“Mum?” Miles said slowly.
She didn’t look up at him, just flipping to another page that held the picture of her and his father on their wedding day, “You know, he wasn’t always as horrible as you remember.”
“You should be sleeping. You have to work the early shift, dontcha?” he couldn’t will himself to move. If she had seen the state that his face way in, complete with a broken nose that Mack had reset himself....who knows how she’d react.
Instead he could see the smile form on the side of her beautiful face, “I worked tonight so Marie could have the night off and she took my shift in exchange.” she would flip another page where we see the side by side picture of a baby in blue and a baby in pink. “I swore to God when you two were born that I would never let you two know struggle...how badly did I mess that up.”
Miles just sighed and reached out and touched her shoulder. He may have been beaten badly but he wasn’t going to not comfort her, “You didn’t do shit, mum.”
Her head snapped back and glared toward him, “Watch your language.”
“Yes ma’am.” Miles said, bowing his head and dropping his hand.
His mom looked up and got the first real look at her son and just shook her head, “You know, I know what you do. I know why you do it.”
Miles just sighs, “Mum”
“I’m speaking.” she said as Miles' tall frame stood still, he knew it was a cue for him to just shut up, “I lost your father to this and I really don’t want to lose you.”
“This? Actually this is from yardin’ with Mack and the crew,” Miles smirked as he pulled out his wallet and holds about 250 bucks in his hand, “It’s enough to pay off his debts and be done with him once and for all. After this, I don’t know but tonight I was talking to a few people, they think that I may have something here.”
“Something, as in fighting?” Mora just looked at him with worry in his eyes.
“Something as in getting the hell out of here and making something of myself. Getting away from any one of his cronies that convinces me that following my dad’s dark path is the only way for me to go. Mum, I promise you I will never give myself over to that darkness and I’m going to strive to be the best no matter what, by any means necessary. I love you and Brianna too much to want for less.”
Mora just stands there looking at the money for a moment before looking at her battered son, “You know, Marie is gonna eat shit for what she said earlier.”
Miles smirks at her, “Oh yeah? What did that gossipmonger say about me?”
Teenage Dirtbag Baby
Present Day
We open up inside the Indira Gandhi Arena, that the SCW crew has been setting up now for the last week for Violent Conduct 8. The grand finale to their tour here in India and sitting rows, upon rows back is Miles Kasey. His blonde curly locks looking extra poofy in the humidity but he’s come to accept that, the t-shirt clinging to him just right. Those torn jeans that he could never quite bring himself to throw away hugging him just right that if Carter and Bobbie were around, pictures would be snapped. And he’s just lounging on the folded chairs, his feet kicked up and arms outstretched and a smile brightly painted on his face.
“You know what’s absolutely amazing? You kept this monologue up about how I ‘ran away’ to India and about who I was currently fucking. It doesn’t matter if Zoey Lukas wants to climb me like a tree, it doesn’t matter who the fuck is currently on my dick because YOU have NO fucking clue about me.”
The hand comes up and forms a big ole fat O before slapping back down on the chair and him shaking his head and rubbing his eyes with his other hand.
“Alexander Raven sat and growled and grunted into a camera for a good 15 minutes barking and bitching about how just unfocused I really was because for some reason, like a fucking human god damn being, I let what happens around me have an effect on me. And you know what, you’re right Alex, I do.” he points to himself and jams his finger into his chest, “I cannot help but let real world things pull my focus because I am not some autonomous robot that sits in the dark until he’s beckoned to do the one thing that he’s actually good at. I did that, I did that for years because I had no fucking choice.”
“I refuse to go back. So when you are sitting there and are like ‘Well if he would just listen to me’...BRUV all that is going to get you is a middle finger before I punch you square in that fat fucking face of yours.”
His blue-green eyes grow cold and his feet come down and he leans forward and let’s out with his whole chest, “LOOK THE FUCK AROUND! LOOK AROUND AND TELL ME IN THE LAST MONTH AND A HALF AND TELL ME EXACTLY WHAT I HAVE BEEN DOING! I have had it up to my ears...no scratch that, I was over my head when it came to what I had to deal with. I damn near drowned the last time you and I faced off. But look who has found himself falling apart now.”
He leans even more forward and with a whisper he says, “Here’s a clue mate. It’s not me.”
“Alexander Raven, with the Roulette Championship reign that makes Bill Barnhart look like the greatest one of all time. ....sorry Finn, nothing against ya, mate but.... Ah fuck it, I’ll pay for it later in the ring probably, but that’s how I really feel! You, as the Roulette Champion, has been purely pathetic, mate. And you sit there and have the fucking balls to tell me that I need to just listen to you? For what? Eating tips? How to be the loneliest loner known to man? Nah, no thanks, I’m good.” he holds his hand up and is pushing back against nothing.
“I’m so good, in fact, that I saw how you tried to bait me into a low hanging fruit bitch fight. I saw all the little barbs you took a shot at, about my love life or in this case lack of... I saw how you were tried to picture who or what I would blame when you would ‘Beat me’.” Miles snorts with laughter, “Look, I know you got this one on one match up on me, I know you have that match from the cruise on me but things are very different now. Now I don’t have anything to lose, now I am at peace with my life. My sister and nephew are doing wonderfully and I no longer am worried about the other thing. No, you dragging her up is not effective and you were pathetic to try.”
He shrugs, “As for the match itself, as for the Roulette Championship, mate...I’m going to bleed you dry. No matter where that wheel lands. Why? Because I, like many others in SCW are simply sick and tired of your nonsensical bullshit. You are a pompous, pretentious prick. This is going to sound familiar and I don’t give a fuck if you don’t like it. You are the personification of a prickle prick who likes to pontificate your prolific principles or pomposity. Credit to Zoey Lukas on that one. Nice to know that most of the wolves have my back.”
Miles stands up and gives a big stretch where we can hear the bones crack from sternum to neck, he shakes out all the cobwebs.
“I don’t view myself as an alpha but I view myself stronger and better because I have come here and built myself something special and I’m going to end it with beating the piss out of you mate.”
He gives a little wink “As for that F word....”
“Just look up”
And from above in big bold letters on a plane flying above we see it simply say “Fuck You, Raven. RAISE THE W!”
The Supreme Machine sounds like it should be a Kitchen-Aid attachment for one of those industrial strength stand mixers.”