A Bite in the Arse

It’s been...2 months.

It’s felt like the entire year since I left.

So, let me fill you in on the bullshit you’ve missed since I’ve been gone.

Left Vegas with stitches in my ass...fuck you very much Christian. I mean, I guess I should thank you in a way because it forced me to take some actual time off. Sort out my priorities as it were...

If only I didn’t learn the hard fucking way that my priorities weren’t completely fucked up...

We went back to New York. We. meaning myself and Nessa along with the other motley crew that I run with headed back to New York. I dropped her off with her father, told her I’d check in later annnnnnd then...

Nothing.

The girl of my dreams completely ghosted me.

Her apartment: empty.

Her father’s shoppe: Gone.

Her phone: Voicemail at first. Now it doesn’t even register. NO communication at all. NADA!

Ghosted right around Halloween...how festive right? I don’t know what the fuck happened, or why? She’s just...gone. So fuck it...here we go, throwing myself back into work.

I mean, it hasn’t been a complete and total shit show. I’m back to having fun, making lives a living hell. Something that I have learned that I do SO well. That’s why I’m back.

I had my mind made up weeks ago. I had a goal to be back by High Stakes but I almost didn’t...


3 weeks ago

“KASEY!”

OK TIME OUT REAL QUICK, let me set this shit up like I’m Zach Morris. By the way, that guy was a total douche but I digress. ANYWAY, I decided to lend a hand to waste time playing coach at Russow’s school. It was either this or in the bottom of a bottle of pity juice, and I tend to like my liver so it’s been here mostly. Running the drills, fixing mistakes and whoopin some newb’s ass. It’s been nice just being there and putting my mind on to other things. It’s easier to inflict than it is to deal with the pain I guess. But that voice you heard was the man, the myth himself...Levi Russow. My teacher and the closest thing that I’ve come to a father figure.

“Kid, go the fuck home!”

Miles laughs and shakes his head, “I planned to, just finishing the clean-up. Someone left some of these weights out, figured it was easier than leaving them out and someone killing themselves by tripping over them.”

“Who did it?” Levi says watching him as he picks up yet another heavy weight barely straining.

“Nico, I think. I will be running him hard tomorrow. Don’t worry about that.”

“Never had a doubt, but leave the work for him. Go home, check your emails, watch some TV...” Levi looks at him with a bit of worry crossing his face at his student.

“I’d rather not.” sounds almost like Miles tasted poison when he says it.

Levi steps in his way, “Still no word?”

“Nope. Not holding my breath for it either. Hence the work...so...if you don’t mind.” he says trying to get around his mentor.

“Miles.”

“NO!” he just screams in Levi’s face before stepping back and running his hands through his hair, “FUCKING HELL! I rather be here, putting my head to better use than sitting at home wondering where I fucked up. Or would you rather I’d be more like Mack and stalk the docks? I’m not exactly the brooding Batman type.” Miles finishes before taking a seat on the closest bench with Levi sitting next to him.

“Ok, look I wasn’t going to come out and say it but rumor has it that SCW has been tryin’ to contact you. They know you have medical clearance. Are you really satisfied with just being just in PWS? I mean, I love the place, it is my blood work along with several others but you know as well as anyone that you stepped out to SCW for a reason. That reason was simply to stretch those wings and get the hell out from under my thumb...”

“Now that is not the reason...”

Levi reaches up and slaps him in the back of his head.

“OW!”

“Oh BULLSHIT! May not be all of it but it was partially the reason. You had something good going there and you’re gonna let one loss keep you from going out again and trying it? You’d rather stay here under my thumb again?”

Miles rubs his head with a bit of a smart ass smirk on his face, “Well that and being tossed in a tank full of blood thirsty piranhas may have something to do with it. Though I’d doubt Mark will let Christian pull something that asinine again ever.”

Levi laughs and places his hand on his shoulder, and laughs, “You gotta admit, people will remember that for a while.”

“Yeah...same here..the scars are a constant daily reminder.” he says lifting his shirt revealing one of the smaller scars on his back. Levi rolls his eyes and stands up and looks down at Miles.

“Look...kid...I know what you are doing but you can’t just stick around here and expect her to show up. Get the fuck out of here, answer your damn emails and get your ass back to work, FULLY. You have use of the jet.”

Miles just sits there and takes a deep breath, “And if I fail again?”

“Then bud, you pick your ass up and try again til something sticks.” he clears his throat, “You are braver than most...”

“Some would just chalk that up to my ability to be an idiot...”

“Well...that’s part of it...but you still are taking that chance. Now, get out there...and do it again.” And without another word Levi turns on his heels, “Don’t forget to lock up!”

“I DON’T HAVE THE KEYS!”

“LOOK AGAIN!”

Miles eyes go wide as he looks around for a moment before looking down at his side and sees a set sitting there. He holds them up for a moment, twirls them in his hand as he reaches into his back pocket and pulls up his contact list.

“It’s Miles...I’m ready.”


Private Hangar
NYC

A NYC Taxi pulls up inside the hanger as we see a man in a uniform standing there as the door opens up and Miles steps out, looking dapper in a brand new suit, “Good evening Mr. Kasey, Mr. Russow made sure everything was ready to go.”

“Thanks...uhhh.” Miles looks around as the driver of the taxi steps out and pulls Miles bags and hands them off.

“Robert, I’m the pilot.”

“Ah, Robert. Thanks mate.” he looks at the plane, “I didn’t think I’d be doing this again so soon.”

“Well, we are ready when you are. It’s non-stop, so we’ll reach Las Vegas before nightfall.”

“Awesome.” Miles nods as the pilot grabs his bags for him and takes them on the plane. You can see a hesitation for a moment.

“Get your ass on that plane, Milo.”

Miles turns as he sees Bella Madison standing there with a smirk on her face.

“Well...where’d you come from?”

“Been here for about an hour. Figured I’d make sure you’d actually do it so I can stop Levi from worrying so much.”

Miles laughs and looks back at the plane, “Ah, well...you comin’?”

She shakes her head, “Not right now....got some things I still need to take care of here. Mal and I moved into mom’s old place, still finalizing this wedding. What’s got you hesitating?”

Ah caught, she knows him afterall. Miles rubs the back of his neck nervously, “Just....knowing that going back without anything to lose, facing off against Romero and Callaway in that triple threat. It’s strange knowing that I’m going in practically blind. But hell, Levi was right, I need to do this. I need to get away from the worries of what happened with Nessa and not worry about Christian trying to have my ass eaten alive by blood thirsty fish.”

“Well, it’s like an old hat from what I am told. Go in, strap up and enjoy the ride.”

“Sounds pretty much exactly how my strategy goes in every match. Except you missed ‘Throwing caution into the wind’.”

Bella snaps her fingers, “Ah I knew I was forgetting something.” They both laugh for a moment, “Look, get your ass on that plane and win or lose you come back and we get thanksgiving dinner out of it in just a few days. And who knows, maybe we’ll celebrate your win.”

“Well, I don’t see a win coming from this but either way it’ll be nice to get back out there and enjoy doing what I love once again.” Miles opens his arms up and Bella steps in and gives him a hug for a moment before he steps back, “OH, and tell Morgan not to fret, I plan on being back as soon as possible...so she has a tag partner worthy of it.”

“I will, not get the fuck outta here.” Bella pushes him towards the plane.

“Yes ma’am.” he salutes before rushing up the stairs and takes a deep breath before stepping in as the door closes behind him. “Here goes nothing.”

Dig Your Own Grave

Following Climax Control

Walking out of the arena last week, Miles decided that he was going to hold his head high. He came back from what could have been a career threatening accident, almost losing that beautiful woman that has stuck by his dumbass for quite some time. He was out to prove a point, that he was tougher than he looked. People writing him off as just another pretty fly boy, was annoying enough....O’Malley practically looking right past him, well that “Prick” title was pretty damn fitting.

He was bound and determined to do whatever it took in that match against Augustino, he had a damn good time in that...the most he felt alive in a bit. But the distraction of things got to him. He needed to clear his head. It wasn’t empty as much as his friends claimed it was.

So he threw on his headphones, slung his bag over his shoulder and walked out and looked them all in the eye that dared too. He wasn’t going to allow anyone the satisfaction of knowing he lost.

As he made his way up the hall towards the exit, he spotted Ms. Rocky Mountains standing there. He nodded to her as he was passing by, but before he could slip away she reached out to him. “Miles, rough loss tonight.”

But through the pulse beat that rings through his headphones, all she gets back is “Pardon?”

This causes her to just laugh and point to the headphones on his head. He smirks and pulls them off, “Sorry bout that Ms. Mountains. You know how it can be when a great song really hits you.”

“That I do. I was saying that was a bit of a rough loss for you tonight against Augustino. How are you doing after that?”

Miles just shakes his head, “Getting that first ‘L’ tonight stung. Just a bit. The fact that I’m still here though, after everything, is proof positive that I will not quit. See, I’m not gonna leave here and hit up twitter to bitch about that loss. He got the best of me tonight and I will admit that but now I have no choice, I need to shift my focus. I have O’Malley watching my every single move and he was waiting for me to slip up. It happened tonight, it won’t happen again.”

Rocky nods at this answer, “Well as you know, SCW was quick to announce next week’s Climax Control, and if you hadn’t heard already, you are in the main event.”

Milo laughs briefly and pulls his headphones off before dropping his bag onto the floor, because this has become a fullon interview and he’s just accepting it, “I did see that but I’ll let you earn your paycheck and tell those watching at home exactly what I’m in store for next week.”

“Well it’s a 6 man tag match where it’s champions versus challengers. SCW Champion Alex Jones, Internet Champion Teddy Steele-Warren and the man that you will be challenging at Violent Conduct, Roulette Champion O’Malley as you team up with Alex’s challenger, Jack Washington and Teddy’s challenger Senor Vinnie.”

“That is a mouthful and a half and the half is just the egos alone in this match. Just on the champions side....and maybe Jack. I’m just calling it like I see it, ya know what I mean love?”

“I do. It’s just good to see that your match and the confrontation with O’Malley earlier isn’t deterring you at all.”

“Why would it? It wouldn’t be the first time someone with a need to wear eyeliner tried to motivate me. Or in this case knock me down a peg or two.” Miles smirks to Ms. Mountains for a moment and just shrugs, “O’Malley can have all that swagger in the world, I’m gonna play my cards close to my chest and warn him, from one pirate to another, to once again don’t underestimate me. By hook...or by crook, O’Malley is gonna find himself about 10 pounds lighter very shortly if he doesn’t realize that I am a legit threat to his title.”

At this point Miles reaches down for his bag again and throws it back over his shoulder. “As for my temporary partners, they better be carrying their weight in this match. I have one clear goal in mind, and that is showing O’Malley that all these preconceived notions he’s got about me, is just a small tip of the iceberg. I'm more than prepared to get completely nuts when it comes to him and I.”

“Well we can’t wait to see what you have to bring next week. We’ll see you then and give my best to your girlfriend, I hope she’s healing quickly.”

“I’ll pass the message. See ya then, love.” And with a nod, Miles throws his headphones back up, he steps away for a moment before he slides back in and grabs her hand and gives it a small kiss before walking away again.


My Hole is Deep Enough

Hotel Saxon

“Ok Ms. Wilde, it seems like you are healing up really well. I would suggest trying to use less of the crutches in the next few days, maybe just go down to one. We’re also going to give you this brace and some biofreeze to get it to loosen up. We’ll look into getting you into Physical Therapy very soon, probably by the start of this coming week and get you back to normal.” Miles made a call to a friend to have Nessa looked over by a specialist without having to leave the room. The idea of her even in a car right now didn’t sit well with either of them and he’d do just about anything to protect her after a couple weeks ago. As the trainer finished checking on her leg Miles appeared over her shoulder to look at what he was doing.

“That is awesome news.” Nessa smiles.

The trainer turns to Miles with some paperwork, “I would suggest maybe getting her to walk a little more. Within reason, of course. But she’s doing amazing considering what happened. I saw the pictures, I don’t know how this couldn’t have been worse but blessings and all that.”

“Sounds like a plan, maybe her joining me this week in the gym, using the treadmill a little bit would be a good idea.”

“Actually not a bad idea at all.” he signs off and hands it to Miles, “As for you, how’s the head feeling?”

“Top notch, mate. No issues even since the match last week. I have a feeling the whole thing was a fluke and I was just exhausted. I was more worried about her anyways.”

“Well you got my number, if you have ANY symptoms...”

“I will call you.” Miles turns around and glares at the lovely brunette smiling back at him. “Don’t give me that look, cause after I call him, I’ll call Mack and Levi and there ain’t thing one you can do about it.”

Miles just shakes his head, “Brat.”

“Thanks Ness, alright. I’m officially out of here. I’ll be seeing you next week.” he says as he finishes grabbing up the rest of his items and makes his way out.

“See ya Trev, thanks for everything. And thank Levi for me too.”

“Will do!”

And with that the door closes and Nessa looks at Miles, and there is a noticeable awkwardness in the room, “So...”

“So. At least we got some good news from everything. Felt like we were owed one after the past couple of weeks.”

“Yeah, and having a new car too helps. I would like to get out of here a bit. Maybe join you at SCW this week. I’ve been feeling cooped up, Milo.”

Miles just stands there, “I know, and that can happen. I just wanna make sure you can handle it.”

“After that? I feel like I can handle anything. Including that wandering question you have for me that you never asked me after the hospital.” Ness just glares at him, “Come on Milo, you’ve been back and forth on this all week and it feels like you really want to ask me something important but are holding back. Why?”

She’s calling you out, idiot. Man up...

Miles just sighs and steps towards her and holds her hand, “I know I have and I’m sorry. I just got a bit...freaked out by it after it was done. I shouldn’t have done that to you and you deserve better from me. You deserve a better man than me too.”

“Milo.” Nessa says like ‘Dude, really?’.

“I’m serious Ness, we’ve had a crazy set of months. You saved me from the side of the road when that piece of shit car of mine broke down. My history with Bella and Malachi that may never be settled but I’ve come to peace with. You picking up and moving out here to the desert, just on an ask. I’ve never promised you much but I need to make sure I am the man you deserve before I am able to ask the most of you.”

“Miles Kasey, I came out here because I wanted to be with you. I decided that this, whatever it is between us is worth it and I don’t give a shit about your past. What I do care about is your future and I plan on being a part of this wild ride with you as long as you let me.”

He can’t help but smile and give her a sweet kiss, “Oh, I plan on you sticking around forever, if I got any say in it. Give me to that match against O’Malley at Violent Conduct and I promise ya, it’ll be worth it.”

Nessa sighs, “Ok, but no matter winning or losing, I get my question. Deal?” she sticks out her hand with a broad smile.

“Deal.” Miles shakes her hand and pulls her in and up onto his shoulder.

“Hey!”

He grabs her one crutch and walks out of the room with her, “You heard Trav. You need to get some walking time in!”

“Put me down MILO!”


6 Feet Deep and No Way Out

“Alex, Teddy and O’Malley versus Jack, Vinnie and Miles....a 6 man match for the ages. And you know there are going to be problems.”

Miles stands next to the window looking down at the street of Vegas, not as full as it once was but still the people are coming back.

“Seems like they are just asking for problems this Sunday with all of us in that ring but I’ll be damned if it won’t be the time of my life. This whole thing has the perfect ingredients for something explosive and amazing and just before Violent Conduct? Oh you know shit is going to go down. I’m dead serious as to what I said to Rocky last week. As long as Jack and Vinnie hold up their end of the bargain I too will be there every step of the way. Putting a damper on the champions advantage going into that big event....oh I would revel in that and getting to O’Malley would be that much sweeter. Don’t worry Guyliner, you are just a third of my problem this week as we’re looking at Teddy and Alex. What’s funny is I’m standing here thinking to myself, which team is going to have the most issues? I’ll bet a quid that it won’t be my side of the ring. Alex has been swaggering around here for WEEKS since he defeated Griffin Hawkins to become the Heavyweight Champ and Teddy...well...I don’t know. I have nothing bad to say about him since he straightened his bullshit out.”

Miles just shrugs, “I mean...I really don’t because my focus is locked now. I didn’t know how this was going to go until last week and O’Malley comes up and has the set to tell me that he doesn’t think that I am ready for a championship. I may be the new kid on the block in SCW but to say that to me...well it just motivated me enough to show everyone up. Come Climax Control, I’m gonna show some serious shit in that ring. And O’Malley will get a wake up call of a LIFETIME.

Bet. On. That!”

 Big Opportunity Knocking

Come on! How can you not be wondering how the hell I got myself into this predicament?

Milo Kasey, the bumbling idiot with the craziest set of friends known to man, the proverbial third wheel. That’s why I came to SCW.

With all the love in my heart, I needed to get away from that madness. I needed to find a focus and I’ll be damned if the powers that be, didn’t see fit to give that to me. I mean holy shit I am getting a chance at the Number One Contenders match for the Roulette Championship....

Cruisin’ in style.

“Got the city side view and I don’t even care.” Miles says walking around his cabin. He looks at his girlfriend Nessa, “What do you think?”

“I think security was insane. But I don’t blame them. It’s cool and all but I’m not fan of boats.”

“It’s a ship, and you get to enjoy all this for an entire week and get spoiled and pampered and watch an amazing show and watch your devilish handsome boy toy continue to climb the ladder.”

“Yeah, I guess. Still prefer the ground.”

“Get sea sick?”

“No...maybe?”

“You got the meds just in case. So just kick back and relax and enjoy it. If you hate it, I won’t ask you to come out to something like this ever again. Alright?”

“Fine.”

Nessa plops down and lays on the bed.

“I’m gonna go discover. Can I bring you anything?”

“A jar of sand?”

Miles stops and smiles, “A Jack Sparrow reference, I knew there was a reason I liked you.” he leans down and kisses her head, “I’ll be right back.”

He steps out, “Phew...I’m not gonna live this one down anytime soon. Ok so, I’m here. I have this amazing chance and now I have to babysit that one. Nessa is a terrific woman but man she has been....I don’t know a little put off by this. But still, El Dark, Mason Alexander Vanderbuilt and I get to do some crazy shit for an amazing chance. And who am I? The newb, the proverbial underdog, with ONE SINGLE MATCH in my time in SCW and getting these two? I don’t wanna say it’s a shot in the dark but...I’ve done crazier shit right? Right”

“So El Dark and MAV...nothing against you blokes but I think I stand a very excellent chance of continuing to make some serious ground here. Summer Xxxtreme is gonna be such a blast. ....provided I can get Nessa out of the room.”