Author Topic: MAC BANE vs SENOR VINNIE vs MILES "MILO" KASEY vs BRAYDEN HILTON  (Read 2731 times)

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Re: MAC BANE vs SENOR VINNIE vs MILES "MILO" KASEY vs BRAYDEN HILTON
« Reply #1 on: October 29, 2021, 10:04:10 PM »
High Stakes Fatal Four-Way vs. Vinnie, Miles and Hilton

“To believe in 'the greater good' is to operate, necessarily, in a certain ethical suspension.”
Joan Didion

The more things change the more they remain the same. We have a new champion, but what has really changed? Nothing, nothing at all. His new challenger is a two time world champion, going for his third reign. No fresh faces, no catalysts to give this place a kick in the ass that it so desperately needs. No, because they are comfortable with the status quo. The company is still banking on the backs of the existing talent. I use the term loosely, talent, such as it is. There are so very few men on this roster who even qualify as talent, it’s really quite funny to me. I’m one to talk though right? I mean, I had the world title and lost it on my first defense. As I’ve said before, Alex was better than me on those nights. Whether he can be better than Jack is another story altogether though. I mean, it was Jack that took the title away from him the last time he wore that strap. Will history repeat itself? I guess we’ll get to find out, one way or another it won’t matter much. By the end of the year, I will have that world title again. I don’t care who wins at High Stakes, your time as champion is marked. The countdown to your demise has already begun. I know it, the fans know it, you’re the only ones who haven’t realized it yet.

So, although currently things are much the same as they were when I first arrived on the scene a little over a year ago. Take a deep breath, in through the nose and out through the mouth. What you’ll both taste and smell is change. A change in my approach and the way I handle my business in Sin City. The company has to be saved from itself as my brother from another mother said in his debut on Sin City Television. Yes, I’m the reason that “Godly” Ken Davison is here in Sin City. He is the one of the absolute best to ever lace up a pair of wrestling boots. We are brothers to the bone, where one is, it’s only a matter of time before the other follows. We never let the other ride alone, that is our mantra and that’s who we are. We are two of the founding members of the Suicide Saints along with Myke Adams. That’s not even the most important aspect of this, the most important aspect is that when I put out the call, family follows. They are my family not only in wrestling but in life. People I trust to have my back. Their loyalty is beyond question, our word is our bond. We are an acquired taste, the paint where there isn’t supposed to be paint if you will. The biggest majority of this roster are considered the In-Crowd.

We’re the other ones. We are cut from a different kind of cloth than the rest of you. Popularity was never a part of our agenda or the goals we are trying to achieve. We freely let our colors show without fear or regret. Our loyalty is to each other and our brand. If you’re one of us, you already know, you were branded a long time ago. We were branded by the blood, sweat and tears of paying our dues the hard way. No shortcuts, no calling in favors on Daddy or Mommy’s name. We don’t kiss the promoters ass, we treat them with respect if they deserve it. If they don’t, we tear the company down as we did all those years ago. A promoter once lied to me about a match that I was owed. Ken and I, being who we are, bought out our own contracts and walked out the door. Before the end of the week, that company was left with five employees that were actual in-ring talent. I had nothing to do with the rest of them walking out, it just shows you the kind of leadership I have that I can influence others without saying a word to them. It’s a matter of loyalty and being there for your brothers and sisters. You don’t need labor unions when you are united in a common cause. Our cause revolves around elevating each other and those we care about. Everything we do is for the greater good of each other and the company we work for.




[Knowledge is Power Part 5 - Unnamed title company in Port Arthur, Texas]

One of the things that I had discovered throughout my life is that you have to know your worth. The same can be said of land that you own. I knew that on average the cost of an acre of land was just below four grand per acre. When you factor mineral rights, livestock and buildings into things that price can go up quite a bit. My home place was over four thousand acres. Over the years I had built it up, increasing its value over time. So, just the land itself was worth about sixteen million. When you added in the livestock, one hundred head of cattle, including ten horses and the supporting infrastructure for an efficient ranch. That would raise the price by approximately one hundred thousand dollars. The offer that had come from Thomas Mixon, had blown me away. He was offering me one hundred and fifty million dollars, approximately ten times it’s value. No matter how hard I had tried, I couldn’t find anything that was shady about this deal. So I sat at the title office, getting ready to sign the paperwork that would transfer everything to him. The half-acre of land that had my longtime home and family plot were included in this much to the chagrin of my children who had hoped I might negotiate it where they could hold onto the small plot of land.

His lawyer was flanked by the latino gentlemen I had met with before, Senor Delgado, who sat there with a genuine smile. The smile of a man who had accomplished something or just killed someone, I wasn’t really quite sure to be completely honest. The smile was almost like that of a feral predator that you would see in television based documentaries. I’ve often wondered if I looked like that when I stood across the ring from someone. I had to assume the reaction was similar to the one I was having now. Any time I was about to make a mistake, I got this sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. The Delgado was an apex predator when it came to business. That much I was sure of, his family was known to me because of my time spent on the east coast, in and around Atlantic City. “Mr. Bane, how good to see you again.” he said to me, full of confidence and bravado now. I looked back up from the envelope that I had been studying.  I gave him the same kind of smile, “Senor, it is always a pleasure, sir.”I responded to him in the same false way that he had addressed me. That wiped the smug look away from his face quickly. Which in turn caused mine to blossom as I removed the contents of the envelope onto the table surface before me. I looked over at the title company manager, “Are we ready to proceed?” I asked in my most polite manner. She nodded and I began signing away the ownership of my place to Thomas Mixon.

Moments later, the paperwork had all been signed. The notification from my bank chimed, this let me know that the transfer of funds had completed. “Fast and efficient, what’s not to like about that?” I remarked in a rhetorical way. He inclined his head in agreement as we stood up. I shook the hands of both men as I made my way out of the title company offices. Once outside and clear of the entrance, I lit a cigarette as I made my way to my truck. It didn’t  take long for Delgado to follow me out to the parking lot. He lit one of his turkish blended cigarettes and approached me. I knew he would, mostly because his type always liked to gloat when they felt like they had won the war. “Mr. Bane, if I may?”, he asked politely this time. “Of course I said” just as politely, and he continued to approach. “I was wondering if I might be so bold as to offer you one last piece of advice before we part company.” I paused for a moment, but then nodded my head. this should be good I thought to myself. “Now that the transactions are completed, my assumption is that you’ve removed all of your personal belongings from the property, yes?” I knew where this was going, “I have, and I have no reason to ever come back to the property if that’s your concern.” I told him and I wasn’t lying, I had no intent of ever stepping foot on that land again. This seemed to satisfy him, “Very good, I was going to suggest that you clear out of Port Arthur altogether, since there is nothing here for you to really stick around for.” He added. The thinly veiled threat did not go unnoticed by myself. I smiled, “I suppose you’re right about that, but I’ll have to take it under advisement. I still have family in the area and so I might want to visit them from time to time.” I said flatly.

Now it was my turn and I was never one to back down from a fight. “I would like to return the favor Senor, don’t ever think you can threaten myself or my family without consequence.” He returned my smile, “I will also take that under advisement, Mr. Bane. Just remember what I said, nothing for you here anymore.” The threat was real, I knew that in my heart and in my brain. This man was no one to trifle with, his reach was long. He had influence in a lot of places including the state capitol. There had been many pictures published of him and our current governor, state representatives, and members of congress. He was a big fish, but not the biggest. There was someone else that he reported to and that was the person that I wanted to take down. My son, Jimmy, had found an excavation site that was actually an operation to dig a tunnel. That tunnel ran from an inlet near Port Arthur that wasn’t on any map, mind you. He had investigated the tunnel system as much as he could. One tunnel leads to a distribution center’s underground garage. In part we knew they would be using this to move goods, avoiding highways and severely congested roadways from the port to their endpoint. There was another tunnel that branched off the main, that tunnel appeared to lead to the old home place. He had told me about an underground complex that was tightly guarded. Armed guards at that. Senor Delgado then made his way away from me to his waiting limo. The driver quickly popped out and opened his door for him. Before ducking into the limo he said to me, “Should you ever want a tour, I’m sure that Thomas would love to show you the new facility and give you the rundown on the complete operation that you helped make possible.” I only nodded in response as he ducked into the car. “Or maybe I’ll give myself a tour and skip all of y’alls horseshit.”

Fade

[Knowledge is power Part 6 - Unnamed location near Port Arthur, Texas]

“So, we closed on the sale today, right?”my son, Jimmy, had asked me. “Yep”, was my one word response to him. “So, we’re trespassing now.” he said, letting the sentence trail off as he watched me strap the desert enable to my right side. “Great”, was his one-word response to what I said. “Ain’t it?” I smiled at him but was pretty sure he couldn’t see my smile in the dark. In the same respect I couldn’t see him roll his eyes at my nonchalant way of looking at this. “What exactly are we hoping to accomplish out here tonight?” he asked more calmly this time. “Well, son, what we are looking for is nothing more than the truth.” I said. “I want to know how badly I got played and what the real plan was for the lands that he bought up.” “Alright pop, let’s get this over with.” he said with a bit more urgency in his voice. Most of the equipment that we were using tonight was mine, a collection of military gear that I had accumulated from my time as a forward operations specialist. Night vision, firepower, grease paint and black clothing to help us hide from eyes. We approached the top of the rise that would ultimately lead down to the wharf that Mixon had built. To the public he had presented it as a way to move dry goods and other merchandise to his distribution centers more easily. It was that uneasy feeling that returned as we reached the top of the rise. I pulled Jimmy down low out of instinct more than anything as a light swept the ridge.

“Pretty strange procedure for something that is supposedly nothing more than a shipping operation, don’t you think?” I said to my son as we slowly came back to the ridge. Using the goggles that we had, we scanned the area. I saw a lot of private security, armed with AR style rifles and sidearms. Sidearms ranged from p380 to 9 millimeter pistols. We continued to scan the area again and had to lay flat as the light swept over the area again. Then we resumed our observation. The first hour, there was really nothing out of the ordinary. A flat bed truck rolled out of the fences, it wasn’t loaded with freight of any kind but with people. “How many kids are on that truck, Jimmy?” I asked quietly. “I count twelve elementary aged, six teenagers and another 7 adults, all female.” He said in an emotionless voice. “I’d be willing to bet we already know where that truck is going.” I heard him sigh, “The ranch most likely.” he said softly. We carefully picked our way back to my Chevy Silverado on the main road. Two armed men were there, dressed much like the others we had observed from the ridge at the main hub. I grabbed Jimmy’s arm to stop his progress and he saw them as well. There backs were to us and we moved slowly and quietly. In unison we put the two men in rear naked chokes and before long they were both unconscious.

We drug them away from the truck laying them up against the nearby pine trees. We got in the truck and eased back onto the main road. “That was a little too close a call for my tastes” Jimmy remarked. “Me too, son”, I replied as we headed out into the night. Investigating the ranch would have to wait for another night. There was a match for me to get ready for and I wouldn’t risk one of my kids again. That was not nearly as easy as I had thought it would be, and I certainly wasn’t expecting armed security all over the place like that. There was a duck blind that only Jimmy and I knew about and his men likely hadn’t had enough time to scope out all of our collective places of peace as we liked to call them. Mine specifically was the duck blind but the boys each had hiding places of their own from their youth. I would have to scope them out and see what had been disturbed and what had not.

Fade



Okay, so this fatal four-way will pit me against Vinnie, Miles and Hilton. Two of the three I’ve already beaten and the third has been embarrassed on social media so regularly I feel like I’m already inside his head as it is. Living rent free if you will. I could be kind, because he’s a rookie and all but it’s time he learned an important lesson. Kid, if you can’t respect your elders, you’re going to learn to respect your betters. You were born into a wrestling family, a family with champions and a championship history. My biggest problem with you, Hilton, is that you don’t act like it. You don’t want to work your ass off like other people in your family have over the years. You want the easy path and to have everything handed to you. That’s not gonna fucking happen kid. Fuck that and you. No one ever handed me shit and you won’t be treated in a way by anyone that would give anyone a sense of you having some kind of advantage. This sport is a what have you done for me lately kind of thing, and to be blunt about it, you haven’t done shit. The matches you’ve won, have strictly been because of your sister interfering in your matches to give you said advantage. You’ll want to make sure that you leave her in the back for this one. If you should win this match, make sure you do it on your own. For the first time, have some self-pride and accomplish something on your own, not due to the interference of family members.

That’s the thing, you won’t see me having anyone at ringside who would interfere on my behalf. Do you know why? It’s because I’m so damn good at what I do, I don’t need it! If you’re not good enough to get it done, go find something else to do. Go finish college, I’m sure that you would do well with a Liberal Arts degree or something….What’s becoming apparent to everyone involved is that you are not cut out for this industry. You have to be tougher, stronger and more importantly, smarter than everyone else. You are none of those things kid, if you were even close you’d get the respect that you believe you deserve. I’m going to enjoy breaking you down physically, watching and hearing you cry out for help and no one will be able to do that. Especially not those who are sharing the ring with us. They don't care about your dilemma or how much pain you’ll be in. Like me and you, they are just trying to figure out how to be the first man to score the pinfall. I can assure you, it won’t be you. Anyone else but you. You haven’t earned the right to challenge for a world title. Hell, Vinnie at least has earned the right to be in the conversation.

See, Vinnie and Bea had this great plan on how they were going to beat yours truly. A plan that involved manipulation of the referee through misdirection and fabrication of the truth. I’m sure they will have some excuse for what happened along with denying these accusations. I mean, it was a lights out match, right?

Right.

Obviously the ref could see her, so I could see her and what she was trying to do. It wasn’t enough for her to try and spray god only knows what in my face.

No, no, no.

She distracted the referee again and tried to crack me in the knee with a baseball bat.

How’s the knee big fella?

You’ve got some unique friends don’t you? She’s so fucking incompetent that she can’t even hit the right person with a baseball bat. Why would she insert herself in our match...I can tell you why. I was kicking the shit out of you, that’s why!

Fucking knucklehead!

Oh, wait, that’s right, Vinnie doesn’t like it when I use profanity. Sorry Amigo, I had completely forgotten about that, or I should say, your promo was completely forgettable. I can assure you, little man, seeking your love, brotherly or otherwise is the last thing on my mind. What I gave you at Climax Control was not tough love. No, it was in part to make sure I had your attention. If you truly believe that I’m scared of your anger, well that’s amusing, because there is not a man or woman walking the earth that I fear. You did have some interesting perspective though, and if patience is a virtue, I guess it’s just another one I’ll have to do without. See, kid, I’m a lot of things and honest is one of them. One of the things I’ve noticed recently about you is how you are trying to sound like the leader of a cult.

Or was it Bill that was the leader? Meh...doesn’t matter, a cult or a faction makes no difference to me, I treat them with an equal amount of vitriol. Especially when they believe that they can get in my head about past losses. In case you missed it, I took ownership of my losses to Alex. Unlike you and others like you, I’ve always congratulated my opponents when they’ve beaten me. I don’t make excuses. Unlike you, I didn’t pack my shit and go home when I lost the title. Unlike you, I am a man, I’m not a bitch that goes off to ponder the true meaning of life with Bill Barnhart. I know you’ll bring it up again when you record that horseshit you call a promo for High Stakes, so let me address it for you right here and now. The reason I’ve said anything at all about David is a little thing called respect. He earned mine when he beat me. He’s actually relevant when it comes to title opportunities. As a former world champion, you should aspire to be more like him and less of whatever the hell this is you’re trying to sell. Other than Bill and Bea, I don’t think anyone is buying but that’s just my opinion.

You know what I am buying though?

Milo, the kid has chops, I’ll give him that much. I mean, let’s think about this for a minute. Does anyone believe for a second that Alex and Austin would tolerate his presence if he didn’t? I don’t believe they would, but I could be wrong about that. Maybe it’s pity or sympathy. One of the areas that the young man really excels is in these matches to get to a title match. Sadly where he fails is when it comes to the actual title match itself. I know this first hand, because when I held the Internet Title I defended it against Milo. It wasn’t really a very competitive match. At the end of the day, young man, you have to figure out where your head's at. You have to figure out how to get out of your own way. That is one of the hardest things to learn or figure out in our industry. We’ve all enjoyed watching you grow into a damn good wrestler. This match however has extremely high stakes indeed. Should you win, you would become number one contender to the world title. Then there is that whole performance when it counts though isn’t it? You don’t do well when challenging for titles. I on the other hand have only lost once when challenging a champion for a title. That of course was against Alex. Prior to that, I was undefeated in title matches.

What these things always come down to is who’s the hungriest? Who wants this shot at the big strap the most? Vinnie? Milo? Hilton? Me? I already know the answer and I invite you all to prove me wrong. You’ll all try and all fail. The end will be the same, regardless of this fatal four-way, I’ll be standing in the middle of the ring, victorious and looking forward to seeing who wins between Jack and Alex. I look forward to seeing who I get to take the title off of this time.  The problems are obvious here, and sometimes you have to use a less than ethical approach to do what’s needed. The paradigm here is about to shift. The fuse has been lit, the only thing left is the impending carnage.



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Re: MAC BANE vs SENOR VINNIE vs MILES "MILO" KASEY vs BRAYDEN HILTON
« Reply #2 on: October 30, 2021, 08:40:09 PM »
apologies for the ending, my brain just fried after doing this rp today after working on my goth rp

but here it is :)

Medical Emergency

It’s after the Halloween episode of Climax Control and Vinnie is at the medical emergency room where he lets his injured leg being checked. He is holding his head in his hands while the doctor is checking on his leg. ”God!! That hurts!!! Vinnie screams out in agony as the doctor’s hands touches his knee. He attempts to sit upwards and scream some more at the doctor, but he realizes that the doctor is only doing his job as he slowly lowers himself back on the bed he is on.”It looks like that you haven’t fully reinjured your leg Vinnie. But we have to take X-Rays just to be sure.” Vinnie groans, he hated visiting hospitals. Mostly because his ex-wife was a nurse, he had always feared that the day could come that he would meet her again while being injured. He knew that it would be very unlikely as the last thing he had heard about her was that she had gone back to Japan. But even then, he knew that Sin City Wrestling normally travels across the world. But he knew ultimately when this pandemic could be contained that SCW would visit the Land of the Rising Sun once more. But right now he had other things on his mind. ”ARGGHH!!!!!” He screams out in agony as he tries to move his leg a little at the request from the doctor. ”If this is your idea that I have not reinjured my leg, then I want a second opinion!!!” The doctor ignores Vinnie, he is still touching the knee as Vinnie’s leg reacts to every touch. ”Obviously you are in pain, Mac Bane did a good number on your leg. I had told you to take some more time off to recover fully from your injury Vinnie. But…” ”Yeah I know!!! Can you please stop the whole I told you so routine??? Why don’t you get get these stinking X-Rays done instead of wasting my time with preaching on how I should live my life?? So be a good little doctor and HELP ME!!!” The doctor shakes his head, grabbing his upper leg inches above his painful knee as he turns towards a nurse that stood next to him and tells her something before turning back his attention to Vinnie. ”I’m sorry Vinnie, but we are not equipped with an X-Ray device in this medical room. This is just for emergencies, but we will make an appointment for tomorrow where you…” Vinnie’s eyes grow wide as he heard the doctor tell him that he has to wait for the X-Rays to be made at a later point. He lowers his legs besides the table that he was upon, trying to put weight on both of his legs. Only to have his injured leg buckle underneath his weight, causing him to reach over towards the table for stability. The grimace on his face is evidently that he is hurt bad. Tears are flowing from his eyes, believing that he has reinjured his leg once again and that he does not need any X-Rays to prove that feeling. He slowly pulls himself up on the bed again, pushing away the helping hands from the doctor as he wants to do this on his own. ”You better use crutches the coming days to relieve pain upon your leg Vinnie.” The doctor says as he turns towards the nurse and tells her to arrange some crutches for Vinnie. Vinnie groans in agony, but this time not because of the pain but the realization that he may very well be away from wrestling in the ring anytime soon. He curses at himself, deep down in his mind the sole reason for his agony is the fact that he wants to extract revenge upon the man that injured him in the first place.

Vinnie grabst he crutches that was handed to him by the nurse and places both of them on either side of him before turning his attention back to the doctor. ”I know you told me that I have to be careful with my leg, but there is so much more that I have to do that I cannot…. The doctor cuts him off ”I cannot allow you to do anything that has got to do with wrestling Vinnie. You are hurt for crying out loud…. So for at least until we have the X-Rays done and know the extent of whether you are seriously injured or not. Until then Vinnie, you cannot compete in at least two to four weeks tops.” Vinnie’s eyes widen as he starts to fune in anger. Realizing that his opportunity to compete at High Stakes is in jeopardy, shaking his head in disagreement before opening his mouth again to react. ”But doc!! High Stakes is just around the corner!! I…” But the doctor is not having any of it. ”I am not going to allow you to compete anytime soon. First you get these X-Rays done before I will even suggest whether you can compete in a few days, a few weeks or the remainder of this entire year!!! Now go home and we will call you for the X-Ray appointment!!”

Vinnie grumbles in anger as he turns around and hobbles out of the emergency room. He realizes that the doctor is right and that he should not and cannot give him the green light to compete anytime soon. But deep down inside he feels that this is unfair, that he cannot be denied from extracting revenge upon Brother David. ”Brother David.” He whispers underneath his breath. He cannot believe the irony that only a few matches back after being injured, that he could very well be out once more. Maybe even for the entirety of the year, while Brother David isn’t. he cannot believe it that he may have to miss out another Super Card, while Brother David has a title match coming up. ”A fucking championship match and me?? I cannot put on too much weight on my own leg.” He sighs, he turns the corner and sees Bill and his wife Bea Barnhart talk to someone outside of the medical room. They turn their heads as they notice Vinnie hobbling out of the emergency room while carrying his two crutches. ”Damn Vinnie, Mac Bane must have done a number on your leg by the looks of it??” Says Bill as he immediately walks over to him as he walks up to him. he extends his arms, but Vinnie shakes his head. ”I’ll be alright Bill, I just need to rest a bit, while waiting for my appointment to have X-Rays taken of my leg.  But I’ll be damned if I am going to end up on the shelve again for I don’t know how long and watch brother David chalk up a championship belt instead!! He is the one that got me in this situation to begin with!!!” Says Vinnie as his face is turning red in anger. He grabs his cell phone and dials the number of Christian Underwood. ”Senor Christian Underwood??” Vinnie waits for the response from the co-owner of SCW. ”Yes I have been to the doctor and he told me that after a few days of rest I will be back to health in no time.” This causes Bill’s eyebrow to be raised in surprise. ”Uh Vinnie??? Didn’t you… But Vinnie cuts him off by signalling him to keep his mouth shut. Bill turns his head to Bea as she starts to shake her head no. ”I am sure when Christian gets to see the end result of the medical checkup he may think differently Bill.” Causing Bill to roll his eyes and shrug his shoulders. Because he knows that nothing could alter Vinnie’s mind once he has decided on something.

Vinnie continues his talk with Christian Underwood for a few moments before hanging up and having a huge grin upon his face. ”Why are you smiling Vinnie?? No way that you are capable of putting any weight on that leg of yours… let alone compete any time soon” Bea inquires with Vinnie. But he continues to smile, not caring what either the Doctor or the Barnharts are telling him. ”Why I am smiling you ask Bea?? I just got off the phone with senor Underwood and I have been informed that since my health will be rapidly improving in a few days… that I will be competing in a fatal fourway…. Where the winner receives a championship match on December 19th… The final show of the year… isn’t that great??” He says, causing Bea and Bill’s eyes widen as well as their mouths dropping wide open. Not believing what he just had said, only to come back to their senses as Vinnie is trying to move towards the nearest doors as Bill stops him. ”Come on Vinnie, you can’t be serious on this?? You cannot even stand on your own two feet!! Let alone compete in a match with three other men??” Vinnie stops as he turns his head towards Bill. ”Of course I can, you head me… I will be back to health in a mere few days. Right Bill??” Vinnie looks at Bill with a look of complete confidence. Only to have Bill shake his head in disagreement. ”Look Vin, I know you are a great competitor. But I cannot allow you to lie about this companies health policy. You are in no way capable to compete in two weeks! Even I can say that you will not even make it to High Stakes on November 7th completely healthy!!” Vinnie’s eyes are burning with desire and anger. ”Bill?? Don’t do this to me… I need to…” But bill does not want to listen as he continues. ”Damnit Vinnie!! This may be the very end of your career!! Or worse!! Your entire health!! Is that what you want?? To risk the chance that you will never being able to walk just because you want to wrestle a damn match for a shot at a championship belt???” Vinnie sighs, he drops his head and nods it in understanding. ”You are right Bill.” This causes Bill to sigh of relief. ”I am sorry Vin, I know how important this is to you… But…” But vinnie cuts him off. ”Oh shut up Bill!! I told you that you were right, not that I am going to do whatever you or the Doctor or Bea is going to tell me to do. I am going to enter that ring and face three other men for a shot at the gold… Even if I have to walk out there on one leg… I will compete damnit!!!” This comes as a surprise to both Bill and Bea as they watch Vinnie walk towards the doors in the hallway. He then turns around and looks back at both Barnharts with a shy look on his facer. ”Can someone please open the doors for me???” Causing Bill and Bea sigh before smiling at each other, knowing that no matter how tough Vinnie tries to act, he is still an innocent puppy at heart.

”Four men, only one advances to face the champion for the gold” Says Vinnie as he is taking a rest on his bed. His injured leg is raised in the air to let it rest while watching some Netflix on the television as Vinnie is obviously bored. ”Oh yeah, Christian got word of the situation after receiving the results of the X-Rays. Luckily for me that nothing has severely injured only my leg needs to have rest the coming week or so before I can put any weight on it. But at least my opportunity to face three other men is still not out of the question… I am so glad that at least senor Underwood is a miracle genius when it comes down to health…. Also it helped out that I have taken full responsibility for whatever happens at this match and not going to keep anyone responsible but myself if I indeed get injured.” He says with distain in his voice. Clearly he did not expected Christian Underwood have the results of the checkup send over towards him, believing that he could convince anyone with his “half truth” and compete in the match somehow and win it all. ”Damn that stupid doctor, whatever happened to patients confidentiality?? A doctor cannot run off behind his patients back and tell what truly is going on with that particular person?? But I will make sure that he will not get to treat any future patient when I am done suing him for every last penny that he is worth. My lawyers are already making a case as I speak, so I am confident that I will walk away in a few weeks a double winner. And all I had to do is use my brain and remain confident that I will get the job done. Sadly for my ex-doctor he will be experiencing that on the other side of the room as my victim of my viciousness and determination. Something that I am fully confident to say that three other men will be experiencing as well…. Although our court room will be the six sided ring surrounded by ring ropes and lots of steel and wrestling canvas…. Enough weaponry to my disposal even if I am not fulloy healed. But at least I will be able to get my hands on a few names that needs to be taught a lesson no matter what… especially one of you”

Even though I have not yet faced two of you, but that does not change the fact that I need to educate you all that this championship opportunity for the final show in December of this year is mine to obtain. Sweet justice I would love to call it. Seeing how I have had to struggle for two long years before I would get back to this possible situation where I could redeem all that has been taken away from me…. Isn’t that great??? Oh of course it is…, you are just either too young, too lost in whatever dimencion that you are fleeing from… or just too stupid to realize that I need this more than any of you could ever figure out while thumbing through magazines that you all somehow want to read because of the great articles”

“no I know that did not make any sense, but keeping me away from this opportunity with my history is even more impossible to grasp doesn’t it?? Being the champion of the world on the final show in 2019… Where I defended my championship belt inside an elimination chamber against five other names… Fenris, Austin James Mercer, Ben Jordan just  to name a few… And all I had to do was to survive five other superstars that all were gunning for my championship belt… Well all?? It was more that they all wanted to see Ben Jordan, who ultimately won that match  take home the gold… because I wasn’t deserving enough to have worn that championship belt for over 100 days… And I have to admit… I was frustrated, upset and angered about it… but even more after I had lost…. And all I tried to do was making excuses of why it happened and why I wasn’t the world champ anymore…. And the first attempt of regaining the belt… I lost…. And more and more excuses came to hide the fact that I have failed, not once but twice!!!”

I know two of you want nothing more to reach the high that me and mac Bane have reached… because you feel that you are hungry and determined to take home the gold isn’t it?? To proclaim yourself as the true and deserving future number one contender is worth to do whatever it takes to win it all…. And that is exactly what you believe that you two are going to do isn’t it?? I just have to apologise in advance that even though it sounds like a fairy tale story… it is not going to happen any time soon in a galaxy far far away….. Because there are two other men, yours truly and the other man that is now seemingnly going through the same experiences that I had gone through… Lost the title against a man that to this very day is still your world champion. A man that HE challenged to face for that belt that he used to wear… and he lost… just let that sink in folks”

“He lost kids, he lost the rematch and is desperate… And he is not even waiting for this moment to once again be at his feet of golden opportunities… to face the world champion in a future date…. Something that I was willing to give up my entire health and career up for to obtain… Because unlike the last time me and Alex faced off does not tell the complete story of how me and Alex have traded words and deeds with each other to see who the better man is… And even though I know he will not admit it… At least he knows that I have beaten him more than anyone else in this company…. And that is more than you can ever phantom yourself of believing Mac…”

“Now granted, I did admit that you have beaten me.. no, I have to restate that statement as you had me injured as well…. causing me to doubt. But only for a few moments as I have learned throughout the last few years… That doubt is my worse enemy. Even more than those who like to utter the profanity about me no matter what I do….But here we are once more Mac…. Once again the forces that be has decided that our paths cross once more. I am sure that you already was planning to move on to bigger and better things huh Mac? Sorry to disappoint the fact that I am once again in your face and be one of the few that stands in your way to force you out of this opportunity.. an opportunity that you already had and wasted. An opportunity that you wish to clench your thirst to once again be the very best in this company…. And I cannot have that my amigo…. “


Vinnie is breathing softly as his hand runs over his injured leg and sighs.

”I realize that this week will not be a good preparation for this up coming match. While you and the other two men in this match get their bodies prepared, working on a strategy to get the upper hand on the others. While both you and me know that it’s the will to survive isn’t it Mac?? The will to overcome three other men in this match, to have eyes in the back of your head and take charge whenever necessary. All I can say is that I am ready to sink my teeth into whomever gets in my face…. I just hope that I get the opportunity to inflict some of the pain that you forced upon me… pain that is necessary for you to understand that I am not mad at you Mac….. I just need you to understand that you need to be taught a lesson on when to give…. And when to take”

“I know you can take a lot Mac…, but even you can take just that much…. And you have to realize that you have to do so much more to keep me down my amigo… Because I know now what to do to break you mentally and physically… Something I know that you will tell me is impossible… But nothing in life is impossible Mac…”

He grins as he places his hands back behind his head.

“Than we have Miles Kasey and Brayden Hilton. Two names that are on the rise to the top. Two names that believe that they are the next in line to challenge for the gold… Belief is good my friends, but it only gets you that far. The question is going to be how much you truly want it?? Because I know deep down inside you don’t want it as much as me wanting to risk my health and career for a chance to redeem myself for the loss that I did not deserve in the first place….. “

“But that is something that we shall find out at High Stakes won’t we”


With that the shot fades
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Re: MAC BANE vs SENOR VINNIE vs MILES "MILO" KASEY vs BRAYDEN HILTON
« Reply #3 on: November 02, 2021, 08:16:22 PM »
High Stakes Fatal Four-Way vs. Vinnie, Miles and Hilton

“My conscience might not permit me to do the things that the darker side of me would most certainly like to do. But in the end, what makes the greater story; how I beat the darker side or how it beat me?”
― Craig D. Lounsbrough

[Information is power - The Last Chapter - Somewhere near Port Arthur, Texas]

Fucking city boys was what I kept thinking to myself as I heard distant gunfire. I’d been running around in these woods for the last twenty five years, it didn’t belong to me anymore but that didn’t stop me for a minute. It was not lost on me that I was trespassing. It was also not lost on me that I needed to pay attention to the ground. Even though I knew where the copperhead snakes were likely to hole up and some of Del Gado’s men were evidently discovering them by accident. A snake will surprise you if you’re not careful and the last thing I want is a trip to the emergency room with a snake bite. I doubted that Del Gado had anti-venom on hand, that simple fact warmed my heart just a bit. Armed with a service revolver and a knife, I moved through the area easily. I’m a bit nightblind so the goggles helped with that aspect of my self imposed mission. I really shouldn’t care about what they are doing but this somehow felt right, if for no other reason than to help me sleep at night. I had come alone this time, I didn’t want anything to happen to anyone but me. Jimmy was at his Dallas apartment, he was technically still with me and currently in my ear.

He had rigged a set of eyes for himself to help me spot surveillance that I might miss as I looked around. “Sensor at three o’clock”, came the message. I looked up to where he indicated and a motion sensor was there. I breathed a sigh of relief that it wasn’t one of the three hundred and sixty degree models. It faced inward toward the property, which I thought was a bit odd. “More worried about keeping them in than keeping people out.” I said quietly into the microphone. That was the entrance to the duck blind, so that meant that was out. Now I started backtracking and heard the snapping of a branch. I stopped just then and the security patrol of two men also stopped. I scanned my surroundings and located them. They were to my right, roughly thirty yards away. Since there was no gunfire, they hadn’t spotted me yet. I went to the west facing side of a nearby tree, trying my best to stay out of sight. Where I had been trained to stay quiet while moving, evidently they had not had the same training. They continued on their route with no indication of my being there. “That was close.” I heard in my ear from Jimmy. I allowed a sigh of relief to escape my lips, “No kidding” I said quietly into the microphone.

I stayed behind them and to their west, so I could keep an eye on them and make progress to the next location. What a lot of people didn’t know is that my sons and I set up surveillance on this ranch a long time ago. It was in part to monitor animal movement on the property, and to keep an eye out for possible intruders. Last fall we had tagged and released three cougars from this same stretch of terrain. I wondered if those big cats would make a return trip through this area. I hoped not but at the same time, I kind of hoped they did. I stopped when the warning came from Jimmy. I leaned up against the tree I had just passed and waited. A drone hovered about three feet over my head but I couldn’t see which direction the camera was facing. “Disabled”, came the message from Jimmy in my earpiece. “You’re a little too good at that.” I responded. “Good thing I am.” was his reply and it was all I could do not to laugh. “Agreed” was my reply to his smugness. I continued on my way until I found the entrance to the boys' old underground fort. Scanning the surface, I saw no holes or snakes moving about. “So far so good”, I said to him.

I entered the fort, sliding down on my backside. Keeping my eyes peeled for anything and everything. “Pretty much the way we left it all those years ago.” was his comment. It did not appear that anyone had been in here at all. They may not have even realized that this was here. I made my way through the tunnels the boys had worked so hard on for such a long time. They only went one hundred yards but it was the point they came out at that interested me most. This would place me near the fenceline of the east side of the property. That would be the closest point to that inlet where they had been excavating. As I was nearing the exit point I stopped and looked at the exit. “That’s going to be problematic” was the message in my ear from Jimmy. “No shit.” was my response as I studied the exit. “Leave it to a snake to fuck up a good plan.”, Jimmy said in a voice heavy with sarcasm and tinted with concen. “I hate snakes” I said bitterly, “And copperheads are the worst.” I finished the sentence. Your resident zoologist would tell you that they are not aggressive, merely territorial. I didn’t have the time or patience to discuss philosophy with the snakes. What I did have was Calcium Cyanide, not the granules but a mixture in a small bottle. I made it earlier, just in case. Not only was it deadly to snakes but highly flammable. There were only two snakes though, there should have been more. That’s when I noticed a little furry friend on the other side of the tunnel. “Is that a Racoon?” Jimmy asked me. “It damn sure is” I said in response. This problem was about to sort itself out without my interference.

I’ve always been awed by the way nature sorts itself out and this was no different. The racoon made short work of both copperheads and drug the bodies off to likely feed a small family of future snake killers. “I approve,” I said quietly as I moved towards the exit. “How’s the timing looking?” I asked Jimmy. “We’re good, it’s not even midnight yet, fifteen til.” I took that in and thought, still ahead of schedule then. “Okay Jimmy, this is where we go silent. You know the method to use if there’s something I need to know.” “Yes sir” was his only reply and then nothing but silence.

Fade



The Rolling Stones said, “You don’t always get what you want, but if you try, sometimes you get what you need.” Unless you are in the ring with me. When you are in the ring with me, you get whatever I decide to let you have. Needing something, Vinnie, is different than wanting something. When you need something, and you call it like that, it’s a sign of a desperate man. A desperate man will do anything to get what he needs, right? They will resort to a by any means necessary model of doing business. Is that you, Vinnie? Are you a desperate man? More importantly is this, are you a dangerous man? Can you derail the momentum I’ve built over the last few matches? Can you stop the carnage from heading your direction? All signs point to no big fella. You already had that opportunity against me one on one. You had everything in your favor and yet you dropped the ball once again. You could have been the one with momentum and victory on your side going into this matchup. If’s, could haves, would haves, all rhetorical at the end of the day. None of it happened, so none of it mattered now did it? No, it was me that came out victorious in our one on one match. It was me that made you tap out like the little bitch you are. In Spite of having someone at ringside to help you, because let’s face it, you needed it. There’s no question about that, you were in over your head and you knew it. In the end, it didn’t matter much, you couldn’t stop me from wrecking your leg and neither could Bea. At least you tried though, right?

You gave it your all but it wasn’t enough. Not against someone like me, see, someone like me knows how to disable their opponent. I’ve been doing this for a long time, and I had forgotten how much I enjoy punishing an opponent, how much I enjoyed the look of helplessness that they have when you are attacking an injured limb. The almost euphoric feeling that comes from hearing tendons snap and cartilage crumble under the pressure of a master. Then comes the excruciating pain they have to endure, when I turn it up yet another notch. And when they tap out? That is the best part of it all. Nothing in this business gives me more satisfaction than that. One of the things I’ve noticed is that the guys who talk the most, seemingly have the weakest joints. Those with the biggest mouth, tap out the quickest. That’s not really where it ends though, then I have to decide whether to release the submission. Will I? Won’t I? Hard to say, it largely depends on the mood I’m in going into the match. Doesn’t look good for any of you. Vinnie, if I actually believed you were as dangerous as a wounded animal should be, I’d certainly give you more respect than I have to this point. Thing is this, you’ve had multiple opportunities to reclaim that title and each time you have failed. You should be angry as hell about that, but like a wal-mart lawn chair, you fold right up when confronted about it.

Speaking of failures, that brings me to the latest addition of the Hilton family. You are the only one of the three that I’ll face in this match that I haven’t faced before. A young man who believes that he should automatically be in the main event scene regardless of experience. This is all just based on a name that he didn’t help to build. Riding the coattails of your mom and sister seems to be your only claim to fame. You don’t want to put in the work that goes with the job and you haven’t. Then, when the owners of this company gave you the opportunity to challenge for the world title, what did you do?

Not a fucking thing.

Like normal, you chose not to put in the work. All you had to do was cut a promotional video for this match. Not that it needs much hype, I’m in it, and that’s all it really needs. It shows a lack of respect for your employer and your opponents. Not to mention the fact that you are contractually obligated to do these things as a member of the roster. This is the reason that I will take a lot of joy in destroying you in the ring. You won’t be the only sacrificial lamb in this match though. The one person in this match that I thought there might be some hope for.

Milo, following Hilton’s lead is the last thing you should have done. You’re another one that chose not to do the things that are required of you. Disrespectful behavior is not something I would have expected of you. Not from one of Alex’s guys. I mean you even went as far as telling him on social media that you were going to show him. Yep, you sure showed him,didn’t you?  Then we have this situation, where you can’t expect success if you don’t put the time into it. Vinnie and myself, you know, we did the things that are expected from someone who wants to reclaim the top spot in this company. It’s really very sad, Milo, you could have been the catalyst that propels this company forward. Instead you chose to be a reason that it gets held back. That being said, that means it’s up to me and my particular brand of carnage.

That certainly works for me. Although it will be a rather painful experience for everyone else. You might want to consult with Vinnie on the amount of pain, I’m sure he can explain it in graphic detail.


[Knowledge is Power - The Last Chapter Ctd..- Somewhere near Port Arthur, Texas]

It wasn’t until I reached the top of the exit itself that I realized that this was the perfect place to be. The thing that I wasn’t prepared for was a hanger style building that they were using to hide the exit from the tunnel from satellite or aerial views of the property. Jimmy was recording all of this from his apartment, I hoped to be able to provide enough evidence to law enforcement and federal authorities to get this thing busted. Fortunately for me I wouldn’t have to leave the security of the tunnels in order to get what I needed. I sat there for what seemed like an hour watching the coming and going of personnel and vehicles from this hanger. The vehicles were full of people. Men, women and kids….

“Fuck” I said quietly into the microphone. A double tap from Jimmy on the mic warned me that someone was near. I said no more and sure enough a pair of boots walked past the exit. I froze in place as more and more boots were in the area. I stopped moving and if I could have I would have stopped breathing. I sent a double tap back to Jimmy to acknowledge his warning and for him to bug out. The plan was that if he got that signal from me, he would get his drones out of the area and cut communications with me so it couldn’t be tracked. I moved carefully and slowly backwards until I found my purchase and stood up slowly inside the cave. I looked over my shoulder and moved out of line of sight from the exit. I wouldn’t be able to see the egress point either but them being able to see me was more crucial. They were out looking for something or someone and it wasn’t a lock that it was me. I would wait. I sat on the dirt floor of this place and got my backpack off, making as little noise as possible. I dug out a protein bar and opened it, I consumed a bit or two and washed it down with water. I put the cap back on the bottle and placed it on the floor. The noise near the opening quietened down and I snuck a look in that direction. The movement near the exit was gone.

I sent Jimmy a text to let him know I was okay and would text again once I was out. I didn’t wait for a response because there wouldn’t be one. I then turned my phone off to prevent anyone from reaching out unexpectedly. It just wouldn’t do for someone to call me while I was sneaking around in the dark. I picked my way back through the tunnels, there was no one in there so it was what I knew would be the easiest part of this. Then I heard something I didn’t want to hear, footsteps coming from the entrance. I stopped, pivoting. I ran back the other way, towards the exit. There were no lights showing in the exit and so I scrambled up and out. They hadn’t changed the fenceline at all so I had a shot to disappear before I was caught. I looked around quickly and seeing no one, I made a run at the fenceline. Diving over the top of the fence, I tucked and rolled through it and popped to my feet. I continued to zig zag through the trees. I finally reached the place where my truck lay beneath a camo netting to hide it from prying eyes. I didn’t even try to start the truck or remove the netting, I knew that doing that would draw eyes to this location. Instead I jumped in the back of the truck, extinguishing all light sources. I lay very silently, hoping for the best.

Let’s see if my luck holds I thought to myself. I could hear footfalls but they were a good distance away. It was then that I discovered I wasn’t alone in the bed of my truck. Over my shoulder were two elementary aged children and their mother. I shook my head and signalled to them to remain quiet. She nodded her head quickly and held her children close. Making very quiet soothing noises to keep them quiet, we waited.

Two Hours Later

I hazarded a look at our surroundings, not a soul in sight, much to my relief. I started unmasking the truck so to speak. Removing the camo netting, I stowed it in the toolbox on the back of my truck. Everything stowed, I got them into the cab of my truck and then got in myself. what the fuck have you gotten yourself into this time, Mac? I thought to myself as it started. I eased out onto the road heading away from Port Arthur and towards Silsbee, Texas. The boys that were with her were maybe six or seven years old. “English?” I asked her. She shook her head no in response. Speaking in Spanish, “Very well miss, what is your name?”. The look of surprise was not unnoticed by myself, causing me to smile. “Felicia” she replied very quietly. I smiled a reassuring smile to her. “Don’t fret young lady, I’m going to get you somewhere where we can get you whatever help you need.” She nodded her head. “Felicia, do you have a last name?” She nodded again, “Del Gado” she said finally.

I think that all the blood may have drained from my face at that moment. “Felicia Del Gado”, I repeated. “Yes”, was her response, this time in English. I gave her a sidelong glance, “So, you do speak English then. I thought that might be the case, but assumptions are dangerous.” She nodded her head again, “Yes, I speak English, not as well as you speak Spanish but easier for you I think.” She said finally. I looked at her again as I continued to drive toward the location where I knew my old friend Jeff Castello would be. “Your sons?” I asked her. “Yes, they are my sons.”. The only thing that could make this more impossible is if these were the senior Del Gado’s kids. I prayed that was not the case. “Why were you hiding in my truck?”, are you the senior Del Gado’s..” she cut me off mid ask, “Wife.” “And these are his…”, “Sons” she finished the sentence for me. Mac, you are so fucked right now was the resounding thought in my head.

Fade




Knowing when to give and when to take…

Mark Twain said, “The principle of give and take; that is diplomacy—give one and take ten”. I realize that was not the context that you had in mind. You claim that you are going to educate us all in this match as to who you are. That means you didn’t learn your lesson from the last time we faced off. I think you need to be educated about who I am, yes Vinnie, I’m directing this at you. I’ve already given the others more microphone time than they really deserve. For the past twenty years, all I’ve done is give back to the business that has made me so very successful in life and wrestling. If you look at my history, do you know what you’ll find? You’ll find that I’m the guy who shows up in a company and before you know it, I’m standing on the top of the mountain. The only thing I’ve ever taken is opportunities that were presented. I capitalized on those opportunities and turned them into thirteen championship reigns.

That’s right, thirteen world title reigns, let that sink in Vinnie. Opportunity is just part of the equation though. The next piece of the puzzle is ability. Having the ability to take advantage of the opportunity. Ability or Talent, if you will. Obviously you’ve got that having been world champion before. Being given opportunities means nothing if you don’t seize the moment. In life or wrestling, you have to grab the world by the balls and make it do what you want to do. If you do not seize that opportunity and make it your bitch, you end up like Vinnie.

Past your prime

Bitter

And no self esteem.

The next piece of this is, motivation, should never be confused with desperation, Vinnie. The motivated are never desperate. They are fucking stoked to go after what is thier’s! There is never a doubt in their mind about who they are, how good they are or what the end result will be. These are the people in this business who like to refer to themselves as inevitable. That is who and what I have always been. You of all people should know that you cannot stop me. The pain I put you through should tell you a small, little bit of what I’m capable of. That’s a tiny component of why I’ve been so successful.

Success in this business, how is that measured by most of us? Titles? Money? Notiereity? In short, the answer to those questions is yes. It’s all of those things. That alone is not a true measure of success. Liking what you see when you look in the mirror every day. Knowing that every day when I look in the mirror, knowing that who I’m looking at is a man who’s given everything he has, every single time he steps into the ring to do battle. Not just sometimes, every fucking time, that bastard looking back at me left nothing but his best in the ring every time out. That’s how I measure success. More importantly than that is how do you get there? Maybe you’re confused by all of this, maybe you were a C plus student in school or maybe you didn’t go at all. So let’s break this down for the mentally deficient.

There are three common denominators. The first of those is hard work. Sure, you can take shortcuts in order to get to the top of the business. To stay there though, the shortcuts will only carry you so long. I’ve worked hard my whole life, and I’m certainly no stranger to breaking a sweat in order to get things done. The ranch I owned was a working ranch my man, there were no easy days especially back when I first got started. I built that place up to make it worth ten times the going rate for land in that part of Texas. That doesn’t come easy or without sacrifice.

Talent being the next part of that, very similar but not the same as ability. Talent will carry you farther than ability will ever take you. A natural ability to accomplish what many consider to be impossible or out of their comfort zone. I was born with it, it’s all over a professional wrestling resume that is second to none. I could talk for hours about my accolades but that’s boring, so I’ll clue you into one that matters. How many men or women in this company can claim that in ten months they had triple crown status in this company or any other? Not many I’d bet.

The last piece of this is luck, yes I said luck. Skill, ability and talent will take you far. Luck however puts people in the right place at the right time. In Sin City that has been my ace in the hole so to speak. I’ve worked hard but at the end of the day, you need to have a little luck on your side. Not in winning matches but being involved in them to begin with. Take a look at some of the hardest working men and women in our sport who have never even had the opportunity to fight for a world title. So, anyone who tells you that there is no luck involved in getting that shot is full of shit. The owners and promoters of our brand didn’t have to put this match together and give us all the opportunity to face Alex. If you were chosen to be a part of this, luck plays a part. Based on who my opponents are in this thing, hard work damn sure had nothing to do with it. They really should just go ahead and name me the new number one contender for the title. That would make the most sense. I mean the only chance any of the three of you have of winning this is if I trip on my way to the ring and blow out my fucking knee. That reminds me...pain...

You say you want to inflict as much pain on me as I did to you. That breaking me, both mentally and physically is your goal. It’s not impossible, it’s been done before, but by men that were certainly better than you in every aspect of the game, son. I’ve already broken you down physically, after this match, you’ll be oh and two against yours truly. That’s when the real mental breakdown begins. That’s not where it ends though, Amigo. No, where it ends is when I’m main eventing the final show of the year and you’re in the back crying on Bill Barnhart’s shoulder….again.





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Re: MAC BANE vs SENOR VINNIE vs MILES "MILO" KASEY vs BRAYDEN HILTON
« Reply #4 on: November 05, 2021, 09:52:02 AM »
A snort.

Seriously, Levi?” Milo said with a bit of humour in his voice, looking at his twitter between the sets in the workout he was doing. Leave it to his former teacher to try and ruffle the fur of the collective.

Wolfslair: New York was buzzing these past few weeks with SCW being in their backyard for High Stakes. Mind you after his abzmail performance on Climax Control where he missed out on facing Bill for that Roulette, his mindset just wasn’t quite right. He came in, he put in the work....but what was it all for?

A shot at the World Heavyweight Title. Currently held by Alex Jones.

Every single time that thought crossed his mind, all he could do was sigh. It was an unfortunate beast of the business, having to take on his mentors. He had that happen a few times already and it could be wearing on an individual. That’s why since his last match, he found himself here every day, at least 12 hours a day.

But now this tweet from Levi tagging both him and his stablemate, a man that is the brother of Levi’s own daughter-in-law...and talking about the domestication of dogs. He couldn’t help himself, he had been quiet long enough and tongue-in-cheek shot back ‘A good belly rub goes a long way too’.

He dropped his phone off to the side and just before he was able to start working” on his next set of rows he hears, “Don’t you have a girlfriend now?” Looking over his shoulder and seeing one of Wolfslair’s own Finn Whelan standing there.

I do, but she’s currently over her head dealing with video game development across town.” Miles says with a smirk, “So it’s either sit at home by myself and wallow in self pity or be here and do something productive.

Finn goes to speak up but from the other side of Milo, Alex Jones pops in, “Don’t bother tryin’ Finn. He’s still beating himself up about that match on Climax against Agostino and Russow. His one chance and he feels he blew it.

I’m sittin’ right here, mate.” he says, holding his hands out.

So now he’s obviously sabotaging his relationship with the young woman.” Alex continues on without really acknowledging the young wolf practically glaring at him.

Miles sighs, grabbing his phone and water, “Becca. Her name is Becca.

Right! The red head! Wait...isn’t that psycho bitch you used to date also a red head? You got a fetish or something man?” Finn saying slapping Miles on the shoulder.

Laughing, Miles stands up, looking eye to eye with Finn, almost whispering seductively, “Yep! You caught me. Chucky really gets me hard when...

Whelan makes a face and pushes him back a bit, “Fuckin’ gross.

You asked for it,” he says, raising his eyebrow at his stablemate before turning, “And if you think I’m here too much, you could just throw me out on my arse.

I wouldn’t do that and you know it,” Alex states simply, “But man, you should go grab food and treat her to a night out.

I told ya, she can’t. Her job has her slammed right now. I haven’t seen her in about a week, and I get texts here and there.” Finn looks at Alex for a moment before slapping Miles upside the head, “OW! What the FUCK!

You’re really a dense idiot, ain’t ya?

What’s that supposed to mean?

...I swear. He’s dense as Levi’s smoke sometimes.” Alex grabs Milo by the shoulder and shaking him with every word, “It means get your shit, go order some take out and surprise her with a dinner for two and go get you some before I have to kick your ass again!

Miles throws his hands up in surrender, “Alright, I’m going! OH but before I do...” he brings his phone up showing Alex the tweet from Levi, “I think someone is trying to get our attention.

Alex looks at it for a moment and his eyes just roll into the back of his head, “I swear.

Show me.” Finn states just looking over their shoulders, his eyes get big and he looks to Alex, “Oh...OH PLEASE! Can I?

Sure, go for it.” Alex says, “Speak well.

I intend to.” Finn says just a little too gleefully.

Have fun stormin’ the castle” Miles says watching Finn step off with a giant smile on his face and his phone in his hand.

Alright, now you...out.” Alex says, pointing at the door, “Don’t let me catch you back here til 9am tomorrow, later if possible. In fact, maybe just take the day off.

Miles once again throws his hands up and backs away slowly but can’t help but quip, “Aren’t you supposed to have a whip when you order us around like that?

OUT!” barks Alex.

The roar of his voice transitions to a car sloshing through a puddle on the streets of New York City as Miles, now dressed in street clothes with a light jacket on, jogs across the streets with two bags in his hands. He comes to what looks like an abandoned building and comes up to a panel and as if he’s been there a thousand times before, he finds a panel with numbers on them and punches them in, effectively unlocking the door and he enters.

“MILO!” a security guard bolsters, greeting him as he enters into the very nice looking office area, “Was she expecting you?”

Miles steps up and takes both bags in one hand and signs into a book in the other, “Nope, surprising her. You know if she’s taken a break at all?

“Barely. I’m convinced she’s in there hooked up to IVs full of caffeine.”

Well if that’s the case, I guess it’s a good thing I’m here,” holding up the bags, “See ya later, Dale.

Miles walks through the hallway and comes across a darkened room, with a lot of clicking going on. He pushes the door open slowly and peers around it, seeing Becca Larkin sitting with her long red hair pulled up in the messiest bun he had ever seen, staring intently at the screen and her fingers moving a mile a minute.

Close the damn door!” she barks before Miles slips into the room and shuts it all the way, “Ok, let’s render this annnnnnd” when it finishes it, there are a few things that are slightly off and we hear “SHIT! Why won’t this damn thing render right?

He hears her sigh sadly, and can see her rub her face, “Looks like someone could use a break.

That startles her as she jumps to her feet, “What the-? Miles? Wha? What are you doing here? I told you I was busy, I don’t have time to...

Miles silences her rant when he drops the bags, grabs her face and kisses her. After a few moments, he pulls back, she seems a little calmer, “I hadn’t seen you all week and wanted to surprise you.

Smiling a bit, through the obvious exhaustion, she wraps her arms around his neck, “Well, I’m definitely surprised. Hi.

He leans in “Hi.

Just before they kiss again, it’s like her senses come alive, “What is that glorious smell?

Laughing a bit, he looks over his shoulder, “That would be the ultimate game designer's favorite dinner on the go, Chinese from one of my favorite places in Washington Heights, Jade Garden.

Becca sighs in defeat, pulling from him and glaring at the screen, “Nothing like a little MSG to go with Office Spacing a computer.

Not going well?

Just hit a wall, that's all and under pressure as always.

Well maybe taking a break is exactly what you need. When was the last time you had even a breath of air that isn’t in this building?

Um...what is today?

Thursday. Annnd it’s...” he looks at his watch, “9:50pm.

....5am Monday

Miles blinks at her a few times, “What the hell have you been eating since then?

We have a...well it was a full vending machine.

Miles shakes his head and turns grabbing the bags and looks right at her, “Ok yeah, deadline or not but we are going to turn the lights on in here, you are going to eat and then afterwards I swear to God I will carry you out of here kicking and screaming so you can sleep in a real bed.

I CAN’T! I’m on a deadline...

You can and you will.” Miles flips the switch and illuminates the barely lit room and sits down on the couch that is in the office, “Do you know where I’ve been lately? At Wolfslair. I’ve been spending all my extra freetime there because I knew you needed me to not be around so that you could focus on this. And then, Alex kicked me out of the gym today because he noticed that I have been putting a lot of pressure on myself lately especially after what happened at Climax.” he pats the seat next to him and she reluctantly joins him as he sits everything out and hands her a pair of chopsticks. They sit there in silence for a moment, “Love, we have got to start enjoying the little things, we put so much pressure on ourselves. If we don’t, we start not being able to enjoy what we really have worked so hard for. Our careers, what we strive for starts feeling like a JOB instead of something we both treasure.

Becca sits back, “I mean, I do love this...but I...I am really tired and getting irritated.

So was I! I spent all week and it felt like literally I was just going through the motions. Being in the ring, working out...it’s all muscle memory for me just like a stroke of the keyboard is for you. But there are times that we find ourselves very burnt out. So this is my suggestion, we do this, we go home...we sleep...

Becca rolls her eyes, “Sleep? Riiiiiiiiight...

He nudges her, “I’m serious. I mean, I wouldn’t mind other things but we both need to just pull ourselves away and then finally maybe we can get things right.

Maybe after eating something resembling real food...” Becca says holding up the container, “I can actually get this right before we leave.

Miles sighs and looks at her, “No, you can save this and come back to it after you actually get some fucking sleep!

She lets out a breath of air like she’s finally surrendering “Fine! Pushy.

He leans to her and smirks, “One to talk, woman.

They sit in silence once again and enjoy the meal that is in front of them, “Hey, Miles?

With his mouth full he looks at her, with his blue-green eyes, “Yes, love?

Thanks for surprising me.

She leans in and he kisses her and leans his head to hers, “Anytime, beautiful.


Sometimes, you need a little break.

Miles sits back in a chair in the arena of Madison Square Garden. The crews are busy still but Miles doesn’t mind the clanging.

Alex was right to boot my ass out of the gym, Finn was right to call me out on it. I have been pushing myself so hard that I have forgotten what it’s like to truly enjoy the finer things in life. Life has been kind enough to gift me this beautiful woman who does the same thing that I do but we have both come to an agreement. We can’t take ourselves so damn seriously. Because when we do, we start to hate what we are supposed to love.

He leans forward, leaning his elbows on his thighs.

I was truly starting to hate myself around these parts. The Roulette Championship has been so close and felt it slip away. I have hated myself because of it. But now I have been gifted this opportunity....myself, Mac Bane, Senior Vinnie and Brayden Hilton have been tossed into this match and one of us will get to go for the SCW World Heavyweight Championship at Christmastime. In my wildest dreams, if you had come up to me in them I would have told you you were high in my dreams and when I woke up done it again just to make sure it got through your head. For some reason I don’t view myself as “quite there” yet. But that doesn’t mean I won’t take a swing for the fences.

With a sigh, he runs his hands through his hair, ruffles it a bit before smirking.

And it’s wild because in this match besides Brayden running his gob non-fuckin-stop demanding matches like he thinks he’s king shit and still getting his arse beat, I have zero issues with the other 2 in this match. Mac is just a straight badass and Senior Vinnie is one of those guys that I could face 100 times and never stop learning.

And with that he stands up and begins his ascension up the stairs.

That’s something that I have come to realize, I will never stop learning...this to me is the biggest learning opportunity and the biggest chance I have ever got. I’m going to take what I can, I’m not going to give it back. And High Stakes I will show that this wolf, this PIRATE WOLF is not so easily tamed.

He smirks...

Well...that occasional belly rub from a certain redhead does help now and again.


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« Reply #5 on: November 05, 2021, 11:43:51 PM »
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It had been about three weeks since Crystal Zdunich had left Seleana to go and find herself. That meant Seleana was forced to be a single mother within the confines of a huge estate by herself. Brayden and Sofia had both decided that maybe it would be a good time to spend a few weeks with their mother in law. Not only would it brighten up the flashy home that was once occupied by Crystal. It also would let Seleana know that despite what she had been through that there were members of Crystal’s bloodline who had supported her throughout all of this Even though it was October, Southern California still offered weather that was in the mid-seventies, and with a heated pool it was always a perfect day to go swimming. Brayden stood by the barbeque as he was cooking up some burgers and hot dogs. Isabella was sleeping peacefully in a little playpen. Juliet Steele and Aurora Zdunich were both swimming happily in the pool as Brayden’s wife Sofia was doing some yoga on a mat. Brayden smirked as he flipped his hamburgers over.

“I have a feeling that these are probably going to be some of the best burgers that any of you have tasted. They smell amazing and there’s nothing like a good burnt hot dog fresh off the grill. Isn’t life amazing?!”

Brayden says to himself as he continues to work on his food. It’s not that long until Seleana walks over to where Brayden is standing. She looks around before gazing at him.

“Thank you so much for doing this… You are a good stepson, and an amazing brother to Aurora. I cannot thank you enough for the time you spent with her. She loves you so much Ja?!”

Brayden keeps his eyes locked on his stepmother as a smile escapes his lips. He pulls her in and hugs her as tightly as possible as he replies back to her.

“Look you don’t have to thank me for anything. As far as I am concerned you are family. Just because my mother is having issues doesn’t mean I am going to stop being there for you or for this family for that matter. Please don’t even call me stepson. In my eyes you are also my mother and I rather just be acknowledged as your son. I know I might be rude and pretty much a dick to the rest of the world. This is home though and I am so thankful that you invested a lot into my life. I will always have your back and you don’t have to worry about a thing as long as I am here…”

“Tack min son…”

Brayden shakes his head in disgust as he looks deeper into Seleana’s eyes.

“I just want you to know that everybody from my mother’s side of the family isn’t all that bad. She has people that really love you. I am one of those people. Not everybody is like Brittany. What she did to you in that other wrestling company is absolutely fucked up. No matter how much issues I might have had it just seems wrong to betray family like that. This is coming from somebody who had to deal with my mother putting me up for adoption. Somebody who was basically given up to someone else to raise…”

Brayden takes a deep breath sighing in return.

“Despite all of that I can’t hold onto all of that hate. Brittany obviously must be the bad twin because I don’t know her reasoning for constantly trying to make everything always about her. It doesn’t sit well with me though. She never learned how to grow up from beyond being a spoiled brat. I recently spoke to Halo and she hasn’t even really spoken to Brittany since that day. It’s a terrible situation. That’s why I am kicking Brittany to the curb and am really training up Sofia to take a stand as my manager. I rather have my wife out there then to deal with somebody that might try to backstab me…”

Seleana just sighs as she looks at Brayden.

“You are good son. I love you. Please don’t hate Brittany. She know not what she do. She just confused and trying to stand out for attention. Maybe I failed as stepmother and…”

Brayden however shakes his head as he keeps his eyes locked on Seleana.

“Don’t even say that. You didn’t fail anybody. You are doing the best job you fucking can and nobody else could ask anything else out of you. If they did then surely they need to talk to me. I will have no issue telling them that they can go fuck themselves. Anyway enjoy yourself or perhaps go have some alone time. I know you put so much into being there for Aurora. You deserve a break…”

Seleana nods her head in agreement as she looks at everybody having fun.

“Thank you… I think I will go check on the zoo. It needs me to pay a visit hopefully you don’t mind looking after Aurora…”

“Of course not… That’s my little sister. I have her back. Just do what you need to do and I got it from here…”

Seleana takes a glance at her family once more before she finally takes her leave. Sofia is finished with her little yoga routine and she walks over to where her husband is. Sofia hugs him as tightly as she possibly can before she gives him a long passionate kiss on the lips.

“Babe the hotdogs smell really well?!”

Brayden laughs as he keeps his eyes on her.

“It is definitely good but I honestly think watching you in your tight yoga pants is something that’s even better. The way you stretch out and do all of these things is absolutely amazing and it doesn’t get better than that…”

Brayden walks over to Sofia and smacks her hard on her butt. She lets out a small giggle as she turns her attention over to the girls who are swimming in the pool.

“Babe you really need to watch that. We have kids watching and we don’t want to come across looking too fresh…”

Brayden just shakes his head with a grin as he looks back at her.

“Oh stop that. We are a married couple that’s what we do. Besides your family gave you the nickname of rabbit and we both know what rabbits love to do. We are only just living up to the namesake…”

Sofia just rolls her eyes before she moves her attention to the happenings of them by the pool. She lifts up Isabella out of the play pen. Brayden makes sure to take her away from her as he holds her softly against his chest. The little girl just seems to be sleeping within his arms as she speaks.

“You are so adorable with her. You are truly an amazing father and definitely a wonderful family man. I don’t know how I got so lucky marrying you. I just have a feeling that things are going to get much better for us in the future…”

Brayden nods his head smirking.

“I hope so as well. You all are all I have, and I wouldn’t trade anything else in the world to have this moment. Family is where the heart is and it’s certainly here with each and every single one of you.
 
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