Keep working, Milo.
You’ll get there.
Then what’s with this existential dread?
Birthday Boy Blues
San Fran
A popular cafe, overlooks the Golden Gate Bridge and there we see Miles Kasey, leaning back in one of those rustic looking seats, all alone. Chugging on a bottle of water, drenched in sweat cause he was resting from a run. That seems to be a thing nowadays. Alone made it easy to be lost in his thoughts, where he could go over every dumbass thing he had ever done in his life, where he could go over the lessons he got from Alex and Austin in the last 3 weeks since he got his ass kicked by Austin at SummerXxxtreme.
That was wacky fun. Getting your head kicked off....fun.
Sweet christ he needed a hobby and thotting his way around the states was not solving anything. But there was another problem. Let’s listen in on our hero’s tales.
“3 days and then my birthday. It’s been the same shit every damn year. I have been attempting to look on the bright side of things since coming up short on the Sun Princess. Another title opportunity blown. I know it was my own fault cause I let the fact as to who was across the ring get inside my head.” a smirk crosses his face as he slicks his hair back, “Just like the times I faced Alex.”
“So when I put out a Q&A thing and Christian asked who I wanted to face in SCW or SCU, my answer was simple, “ANYONE BUT THOSE FROM WOLFSLAIR!””
He runs his hair through his hair, slicking it back with the sweat that built up there, “I run with that pack. I feel like I put my status in Wolfslair in danger every single time that it happens. So Mark Ward, if you are out there and you actually somehow hear this, until I can fully truly believe that I can do it, just....don’t.” he places his hand on his broad chest and gives an honest look, “Respect my wishes on this because I feel like I need to do something to bring myself to the level I believe I should be at to attempt that again.”
Leaning forward, he kobes the now empty bottle into the nearest trash receptacle, “At least something good came out of my time aboard the Sun Princess. I became even more likable with what I did....whatever the hell that was. And hey, I got laid, so there’s that.” That line brings a smile to his face, cause he still doesn’t know who it was but it was wonderful, “But I’m still sitting here in awe. I know that management wants to see me succeed but I am still having issues in understanding that. I know a lot of that is in this damaged cabassa that sits three feet above my award winner arse. But it’s nice to know that my hard work isn’t going unnoticed.”
Standing up he looks over the edge to see how far it leads down and shakes his head, “That leads me to this week, once again I seemingly hit that reset button once again. Where I’m going, I don’t know but I do know that my first step is through one of the newcomers to Sin City. So Shane Borderland, allow me to introduce myself...”
He scruffs out his hair and makes a short bow, “Miles Kasey, and I’m pretty fucking amazing in the ring whether it’ll be 4 or 6 sided. While I have not seemed to have found my stride yet in SCW, I am content in the fact that I’m sitting in the curtain jerk with you. WHY? Well because, mate, we set the tone for the entire night. There is not gonna be a seat in Kezar Pavilion that will have an ass in it because no matter what, I plan on getting them ALL on their feet. I know you’re still fairly new here so allow me to be about as blunt as I possibly can be, I’m going to bring them to their feet and if I have to drag you kicking and screaming to get that done, then I have zero issue in carrying you all the way to the end.”
His blue-grey eyes almost shimmer with a dare to his opponent, “I have a reputation to uphold after all...my work ethic carries me to that next step, wherever and whatever that may be. And I think the greatest birthday present ever, would be gaining that checkmark in the Win column and moving on to the next thing. ....maybe this time I won’t trip when I get inches from that finish line.”
And with that he turns around on his heels and begins his adventure back to the city, but not before looking back and shrugging, “Maybe, year 27 will be a hell of a lot better than 26.”
