No Drugs Were Done In The Making Of This Match
Wolfslair Gym
All hail the Queen. Alicia Lukas did what she was out to do. She became the Queen for a Day. Miles? WELL, not so much. He found himself on the business end of Alex’s Koji Clutch and he ended up tapping out, like a bitch.
That fucking Roulette Championship was like this unobtainable golden monkey. I’m not Indiana Jones, and I really don’t feel like pissing off the natives of this land. So I have reserved the fact that it’s just not in the cards for me to reach that particular mountain. The idea of me being a champion at this particular moment in my career is questionable at best too.
Why do I sound like Bella? Big words with deep meaning.
....it’s been a weird couple of weeks.
That’s why when I got the word from her majesty...
Word was around, everyone knew what she was doing. It took him almost all afternoon before he talked himself into going over there. “Are....are you sure?”
She just looked at him and with a smirk said, “Are you going to doubt me?”
......”Well, no...but...” he said, the idiot forever doubting himself.
And Alicia’s eyes rolling in the back of her head, “Milo...don’t make me hit you.”
“But-”
I went to ask her again....and then...she punched me as hard as she could in the shoulder....
THAT SHIT HURT!
“OW!” gripping my shoulder that was still healing
“Then don’t question it! You deserve this chance. MAKE THE BEST OF IT! OR ELSE!” she pointed with a smile before walking off.
“Yes, your highness.” he says, calling out and rubbing his shoulder out where she clobbered it, “Fucking hell. Got the spot where I got my second shot and everything.”
Just before he has a chance to say anything else to get his dumbass in trouble, his phone goes off with a familiar ringtone. One from home that he rarely sees unless it’s his sister calling to yell or someone they know died.
“Okay, who died?” he said, answering.
“MILES ANTHONY KASEY! Is that anyway to greet your mother?” a strong female voice with the same accent as his, comes loudly through the speaker.
“Mum?” he said looking at his phone for a moment before heading outside.
“Expecting someone else?”
A laugh came from Miles, matched by the brightest smile that we haven’t seen in a long while, “Bree, to call and scream at me again. But this is a pleasant surprise.”
“So was the delivery I just got. Flowers?”
Leaning against the rail, he snickers, “I’m glad you got them. Dig a little deeper, there should have been something else to go with it.” he said smiling.
Silence fills the airwaves for a moment, “Now what in the...Oh...Oh my..Miles, I can’t just-.”
Miles sensing that she is about to yell at him, “Now, mum listen. You had to put up with a lot of shite from me and Bree. You raised us, all on your own. Bree was easy but I know damn well I was no angel by any stretch of the imagination.” he stops for a moment, trying to gather up what he wanted to say next, “I had a memory, something that came back here a couple weeks ago, where I know damn well if I got caught, I wouldn’t be where I am now. I know I was responsible for taking a few years off your life.”
“To put it mildly. I know a lot of my gray has to do with you.” she said with a half laugh, half sob.
That sob almost caused Miles to break himself, “Someone said something to me recently that just...it made me realize that I am luckier than most. You and Bree are two of the brightest things that I have in my life, even if she’s a brat.”
“I HEARD THAT!” his twin sister’s voice rang through loudly which causes him and his mom to laugh.
“I knew she was listening.” he said with a smile.
“Well, she just got home. Bree, look what Miles sent.”
“They are gorgeous. Where is mine?”
“Backordered.” Miles said, “Don’t worry, our birthday is about 2 months away. Hopefully by then, we’ll be back to traveling and I can deliver it in person.”
“Riiiiiiiiiiiight. You’re a liar and a half Milo.”
“Prove it. Either way, I gotta get going but, mum, enjoy the flowers and the gift.” a doorbell rings from the other end, “Oh, and have Bree help you set up that and you can yell at me later via the internet.”
“Miles....”
“Love you, mum. And you deserve this, and more.”
... “I love you, too, my beautiful boy.”
And with that the line went silent on the other end, followed by more notifications, another flower delivery.
“And that is how you do it, Gabriel.” he said with a laugh, his phone continues to go off with notifications, mostly his mother telling him it is all too much. But he pockets his phone and heads back inside.
Lots of Little Things
Present Day
“I don’t know what the hell I did to deserve such a cheering section.
But I am not going to complain for one moment, mostly because I don’t need the Queen punching me in my arm again. I was bruised for TWO DAYS after that and every time I go to say anything to her, she flinches like she’s ready to swing at me again. Next time may be the face.
NEVER THE FACE!
That and this arse are my money makers.
So I was told that there are people out there that are legit cheering me on. This is NEW to me for some reason and I don’t know why in the hell it freaks me out. Yeah, I got my friends that supposedly do that sorta shit. But this right here? Being given a match for the Internet Championship against Mac Bane, when honestly I feel like I hadn’t done anything to really deserve it, has me on this weird edge. Maybe it’s just anxiety talking but it was almost weird when I got a boost of confidence from the man himself.
For those that aren’t on twitter, and I know there are a few of you...I got “trolled” by that idiot Gabriel Wank about how I was really undeserving and that it was a pity match. I was, surprisingly, ready to agree with him but instead Mac stepped up and felt that I did deserve this.
I sat there, in shock. It was a boost to my ego, one that has got me to the point of Mac just earning my respect even more. Him winning this championship at Into the Void over O’Malley was amazing. The dude is top notch and I can’t say a single thing horrible about him. He is the guy I have to beat if I plan on actually making this chance bestowed upon me about as legit as it gets.
Internet Champion.
Imagine me, standing at the end of that semi-main event match of Climax Control, holding that Internet Championship in the middle of that ring.
I haven’t done something like that in almost 2 years. I want to feel that again.
Appreciation for the chances, for the squad...through all the thirst trapping and arse shaking. My hard work eventually will pay off one way or another. All I need is just a shot.
One shot.
One opportunity.
And I won’t let it slip.”
For the Queens, Kings and In-Betweens.
Chances are only given a few times.
DON’T FUCK IT UP, MILO!
