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MILES KASEY v KRIS RYANS
« on: July 22, 2024, 08:33:52 AM »
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Re: MILES KASEY v KRIS RYANS
« Reply #1 on: July 27, 2024, 03:00:07 AM »

McKinney Residence
Olympia, WA

“You need to breathe, mate.” that damn Irish accent cut through every racing thought that he had.

He felt like he could run a marathon in record time with as hard as his nerves were going and not even break a sweat.

Kristjan and Mal both met him at the crack of dawn and they let Miles run the both of them through the streets of Olympia for a good 2 hour plus before Bella began to ring their respective phones, with K mumbling something about how she even had his number. But he was grateful at this particular moment because Miles could have easily kept them going with the energy that he was running on on this particular day.

By the time he and the guys crossed the threshold of the residence that was once Carter’s father’s but had since been left to him after his untimely departure, it would play host to the beginning of the next chapter of Miles and Carter’s life together.

Miles’ mom, Mora and Carter’s mom and grams, Joanna and Joan had spent damn near an entire month in preparations for this very day. They would make trips up to check on the progress, only for them to be completely floored at how different it looked from when they were there just a week prior. The ladies outdid themselves from the front of the house to the back side where the wedding and reception were all going to be held on site. It was a nice compromise especially to Carter’s mom when they informed her that they were not going to get married in a church.

And she even threw in a wedding canopy, on the dock, for them to be married under. The details alone, neither one of them could have thought up. It was like the three collective minds together, with how well they knew their sons, came together and pulled it off.

And because it was like the heavens were smiling down on them, despite Carter’s worry since they decided where they wanted to hold the wedding, the weather remained absolutely perfect and was a whole lot cooler than what was originally forecasted 10 days ago. In fact they both were watching every and all weather app for days on end.

Now as it came closer to the ceremony, Bella had returned from the room that Carter and his side were getting ready in with a huge smile and a big double thumbs up, Miles sat there in his tux and Mal’s voice breaking him out of him staring off into nothingness.

“I think he’s going to be sick.” he heard Kristjan pipe in next.

“Both of you stop and give him room,” was when Bella piped in and having her here with those two idiots seemed to be a God send at this moment.

He wondered if Carter was dealing with the same insanity.

Just before they started in again a small knock came to the door, “It’s mom.”

Bella swept over and opened it up letting Mora in, “Hi Mora!”

“Hello there, Bella. You look absolutely amazing, as do you gentlemen.”

Bella looked over at Malachi and Kristjan both looking dapper in their tuxes, except for Kristjan still holding on to the shoes that he knew he was going to have to wear for the ceremony. Bella glanced at the Mother of the Groom and her glorious outfit, “And you look amazing as well. I take it that you are here to speak to your son?”

“I am, Figured it was a good time as Carter’s mom and grams just went into his room but all the guests are arriving and taking their seats.” Mora smiled, “May I get a moment with him alone?”

“Of course,” Kristjan said.

“We’ll just wait for you right outside.” Mal said as the three ushered the other out of the door and closed it behind him before we hear, “You’re gonna have to put those damn shoes on eventually, K.”

“He’s lucky I agreed to them at all, but not until it’s time.”

Miles meanwhile in the background was fiddling with his tie, as his mother made her way over, “Here, let me handle this.”

“Seems like I’m all thumbs today,” Miles laughed as his mom carefully lifts her son's chin and begins to work on the tie. He looks up for a moment before glancing at her, “I gotta say I’ve been nervous before but this is all new.”

“Well it’s a huge step, my boy.”

“It is but I love him. Like I can’t imagine or even remember what life was like before Carter and I don’t want to,” he said as she finished tying him all up, “Was that’s what it was like for you?”

“It felt like that at first. I really did love your father before everything,” Mora said with a sad smile, “But that was our story. The way you and Carter look at one another, well even though I loved your father, I never loved him like that.”

“So that whole nagging voice I’m hearing in the back of my head-?” Miles asks with a worry in his eyes and his voice.

“You are not your father. And neither is Bri or even LJ...well, LJ maybe a little bit. He does have his eyes.” Mora jokes, “But you deserve this happiness as does your husband-to-be.”

The smile that he had been waiting for was finally there, it wasn’t scared nerves anymore, but he felt finally that he really wanted to give he and Carter the best life possible. Miles slid on his tuxedo jacket and all he could think about was that beautiful face that he will now and forever wake up to and fall asleep to from now and beyond, “He really is wonderful.”

Mora smiles and helps her son button up his jacket, and then reaches up and holds Miles’ face in her steady hands, “Save it for your vows. Let’s get you two married.”

***

If anyone knew anything about Miles and Carter, they wanted people there that meant the absolute most to them.

And they got just that. Each and every chair that was set up near the dock was filled. They made it known, and even had a sign that said “Pick a Seat, Not a Side. We’re All Family Once the Knot is tied.” So throughout the faces of the members of Wolfslair and GO Gym, along with other friends and family were patiently waiting.

Once the officiant took their place, everyone turned and watched as Laura “Phoenix” Madison, hand in hand with her son Aaron was the first down, the 5 year old holding onto a decorative box that contained the rings.

Next came the wedding party. First for the Miles side was Malachi and Bella O’Connell, who came down arm and arm, followed by the Best Man Kristjan Baltasarsson. After they were all placed, Miles along with his mother Mora made their way down the aisle. As they reached the end, Mora gave a kiss to her son’s cheek and took her seat next to her daughter who sat in the front row along with her husband Garrett and with them was Riley.

Then it was Carter's side, Dawn Warren, followed by Kat Jones and Best Woman, Ariana Angelos.

It was at this moment, Miles closed his eyes and took a deep breath before he turned and that moment he held it for a moment before he made direct eye contact with the most beautiful image. Carter stands there with both Joan and Joanna at both sides, holding a death grip onto a small collection of lilacs. He felt K nudge him a little bit to remind him once again to breathe.

Even through the music playing in the background, the whispers and all the family and friends that watched them...it was all a blur as Miles and Carter’s eyes never left one another.

When Carter reached the end of the aisle, his mom and grams both gave him a kiss on the cheek and Miles took a few steps forward, smiling the whole way and holding out his hand to Carter. There wasn’t any hesitation as Carter put his hand in Miles’. The ladies just smiled at the couple and took their seats.

Hand in hand they took center stage in front of the officiant.

“We are all gathered here, on this absolutely glorious day to witness the beginning of a new chapter for Miles and for Carter. Now while I’m sure I could stand here for quite some time rambling on about life, love and marriage, they have both told me that they have words of their own. So Carter, if you will.”

Carter nods steadily and looked directly at the man that showed him what true love was, "Miles, I didn't fall in love with you. I walked into love with you, with my eyes wide open, choosing to take every step along the way." he stops for a moment to take a shaky breath, and grip Miles hand a little harder, "I do believe in fate and destiny, but I also believe we are only fated to do the things that we'd choose anyway...and I'd choose you; in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I'd find you and I'd choose you."

Moments of silence pass by as the officiant looks at Miles but Miles eyes are simply filled with wonder and love and he doesn’t wait for the word to go, he just does.

“Carter, you have no idea how often I wish I could take myself back in time to certain moments with you. Sometimes it feels like there were moments wasted that we could have had. But as one says, even those that are fated sometimes take the long way around to get to the point. Once we got there, I did not want to waste one single solitary moment with you. You have turned my whole world upside down and made me realize that I was worthy of love and happiness. And more importantly, so are you.” Miles looks down at their joining hands and smiles, “Just like from day one and from here on out, I will remind you of that every single day.”

It was hard to find a dry eye after that, the officiant at that point asked for the rings and Aaron Madison, who had been practicing his duties since Miles and Carter had asked him personally in one of their trips to New York, stepped up and offered the decorative box up to the officiant and then made his way right back to his mother, father who was bouncing Máire his arms.

“I don’t think I even need to ask if anywhere here object to this union because by the looks of the best man, I have a feeling that no one would dare. But on your head, be it, if you do.”

Not one soul peeped up especially with not just Kristjan but the entire wedding party minus the happy couple, staring the whole group down, as there is a moment of laughter finally when Miles looks up and simply says “Stand down.”

Once they are able to gather themselves as they were each handed the rings.

“If you will please take the other’s ring and each other’s hand. Miles, do you take Carter to be your husband, your partner, to honor him, cherish him and love him through all and whatever you may face together?”

Miles doesn’t even hesitate with his answer, “With all my heart, I do.”

“And Carter, do you take Miles to be your husband, your partner-”

And Carter just can’t stop himself from interrupting it, cutting off the officiant, “I DO!” which causes the entire audience to burst out in laughter including the couple as they are finally able to slide their wedding bands on.

“By the power invested in me, and by the state of Washington, I now declare you husband and husband, blissfully married and by all means you may kiss your man.”

And both Miles and Carter just let out a “FINALLY!” before they sealed it off with the kiss to end all kisses and the crowd cheering loudly.

***

After they were able to get whisked back up the aisle, they had a few moments alone. There was a signing of their marriage license in which at that moment Miles surprised Carter with signing his new legal name.

Miles Anthony McKinney-Kasey

And Carter in turn surprised Miles right back with signing his

Carter Reese Kasey-McKinney

Both taking the other’s name.

Cheesy but they were both hopeless romantics at heart.

Once they were left alone, they just stood there in each other's arms and something dawned on Miles.

Pulling his head back he looked down, “I never told you where we were going on our honeymoon, did I?”

“Well we booked that BnB before we had to head to the ship, but no, you never did.”

“A few days in a luxury room, alone with you, while it’s always heaven, is not nearly long enough. AND I figure that our time on the cruise is always spectacular and a nice spot to remember the first time you ever told me you loved me, that it’s not exactly romantic either seeing as we’re both going to be working.” Miles turns around and grabs something out of a bag that wasn’t sitting that far away and pulls out a fold and opens it up, “So after we hit land following Summer Xxxtreme, you and I will be on the first flight out to the beautiful French Polynesia”

Carter reads over and sees their first class tickets attached, “You mean Bora Bora?”

“Among several other places, but it’s all set. That's why I made sure to grab your passport before we came up here.” Miles added showing both of their passports.

“So that’s what you were doing in the safe.” Carter mumbled.

“So you love it?” Miles asked only to get another kiss of a lifetime from his now husband. Miles took that as approval and broke it for a moment to put the folder back and just before it started back up again...

“Not as much as I love you.”

A knock comes to the door, and the sound of Bri’s voice through the door, “Hey newlyweds, the photographer is ready for you if you can pry from each other.”

They both sighed, slightly defeated that there moment alone has been already cut short. Carter attempted to pry himself from Miles' arms with a, “To be continued?”

And with a swift kiss before opening the door, in a tone that he knew was going to bring a shiver down his husband’s spine like it has every day since they met, “Oh we have only just begun.”

And he got just that.

***

Swantown Inn
Olympia, WA

After being shoo’d away during the late hours of that evening, Miles and Carter got to spend time with just the two of them. It had been an absolute hectic couple of weeks and in the largest room, they mostly kept to themselves.

Room service was an amazing thing and this was just the first stop on their honeymoon adventure to be continued later but even in the day they really had no desire to mingle with anyone else but each other, if you catch the drift.

Carter wanted to head to the desk though and make sure that they could get many more towels and a few things for the mini-bar and while it took a great feat of strength to let himself out of his sight, he took this chance to move around and get a look at the room beyond what he already saw.

After a few more moments, he decided to open up his phone, find that video button. He checked around real quick, not really giving a damn that he was shirtless at the moment or that those crazy curls were just pointing everywhere. But he would hit record on the video, sit there for several moments with the simplest of smiles on his face.

“I don’t think I have ever been so blissfully happy in all my life. Winning titles, huge matches...yeah it makes you feel absolutely wonderful but knowing that no matter what, I have someone that loves me, I know that we get that every single day for the rest of our lives.”

“Our lives. I’m still getting used to that. But here we are, Carter and Miles, starting our new chapter in life, happy and not a single soul is able to take it away from us.”

“It’s almost disappointing that we have to leave this but neither one of us wants to give it up for the hottest party of the season. While Carter has his hands full with that assclown, Peter Vaughn...Kris Ryan, who for some reason was left off of Climax Control 400 and I are going to practically scorch the seven seas.”

“I have been looking forward to this opportunity since you returned, Kris. In fact, I can’t even believe I’m saying this, I was jealous of the fact that my own baby brother got to be his first opponent back and I think we have all seen that Kris hasn’t lost a single step. He was so damn impressive and imagine my surprise when he even gave LJ a nod with just how good that kid is. This obviously isn’t the same Kris Ryans that when he was in the Mixed Tag Division, looked down his nose at everyone. This is something completely different.”

“And personally I cannot wait to see what we can do in that ring against one another. Mostly because by some amazing chance, we never had this chance until now. I don’t even know how the hell that is possible but alright, we live in the now.”

“The absolute potential of this match being a match of the year candidate to be ticked onto the resume isn’t that bad either. You, Kris Ryans, are a Grand Slam Champ. The only thing that is missing from your time in SCW is a Hall of Fame ring as far as I’m aware and now for your second match back, you get to face someone that isn’t afraid of a damn good challenge.”

“In fact after recent months, I am welcoming a good friendly competition instead of a knock down drag out WAR. It’s a nice change of pace BUT it’s also one that I’m looking to use as a springboard into what is quite obviously the next step in my career. I’ve done the Roulette thing, I have been Internet Champion and seeing as, as of this moment, Peter Vaughn still holds it, it’s off limits to me after I fucked it up. But I have all the faith in the world that Cater has that handled.”

“I’ve always been pegged as the next big thing around here. And for the longest time I lived with the fact that I had to disappoint people. I know I’m the class screw up but every once in a while...it’s like a brilliant moment blazes across the sky and Miles Kasey stands tall. And I’ve had some wild ambitions before but you can feel it, right? I’m not completely crazy in thinking that this is leading to bigger things for the both of us, right?”

“It’s about time that I finally live up to these wild accusations that I’m far better than I’m letting on. What a way to do it against you, Kris. Of course I know damn well you’re not about to make this easy for me and I don’t want it to be that way. You don’t get better by taking the easy road. Ever. And for those that say they are only lying or trying to con their way through and I am not about to remotely entertain that. For myself, my husband, for my family, I have to be better. So let’s start setting the pace, you the vet, the man that has been there, done that, got the dresser full of t-shirts and shelves full of accolades taking on the absolute fastest rising star and the man that has only really just begun. Not a damn thing stopping us, Kris. Let’s make them pay attention.”

In the background we hear the door open to the room followed by Carter’s voice, “Sorry it took so long, they gave me the big towels fresh out of the dryer. They smell so good.”

“Now if you excuse me, I’ve gotta get back to my pre-honeymoon honeymoon. See ya’ll next week.”

And with that Miles gives a wink and the video goes off.

And the rest they say is to be continued.


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Re: MILES KASEY v KRIS RYANS
« Reply #2 on: July 27, 2024, 11:58:15 PM »
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Trap Doors
20th June 2024
OFF-Camera



Holdan hadn’t responded to any of my texts or calls since we had gotten back to the country. Worst case scenario was that something terrible had happened to him. I chose to believe that if that were the case someone else would have contacted me by now. The more likely scenario was that he was avoiding me so that I would eventually be worried enough to stop by. I would have called it stupid if it hadn’t worked so flawlessly. Once Mikah and the kids were settled back home, I immediately booked tickets to come back to San Diego before the next Climax Control. Even though I knew he wouldn’t respond, I sent updates about when I would be there every step of the way, so when his truck was in the driveway I wasn’t surprised. I could hear some kind of construction around the back of the house, but knocked on the front door anyway. At least if I knocked and he didn’t answer I would have proof that I at least tried to fulfill his request. The door swung open immediately like he had been waiting for me to get to it, and he was already in mid sentence before I had a chance to react.

HOLDAN: I still wasn’t convinced that you were actually going to come through when you got back….

I didn’t come through the door. I planted my feet at the doorstep and hoped that he would tell me exactly what was going on before I decided to come in and get involved.

KRIS: I had an open couple of days. I can’t help but notice that the place is still standing though. No fire. It didn’t get whisked away by a tornado. What is so important that you had to drag me all the way out here to see it in person?

He must have noticed my reluctance, because he turned from the door and motioned for me to follow.

HOLDAN: Follow me, smart ass.

I stepped through the door and followed it through the house to the big bay window in the kitchen. Outside was a blonde haired child, toiling away trying to clear the brush between several of Holden's half-finished but long-forgotten art projects. I pointed at the kid with a smile.

KRIS: You starting some kind of work-release cult?

He didn’t bother looking over at me, and kept his eyes focused on the kid.

HOLDAN: No.

I studied the kid for a few moments, hoping that he was just trying to keep me in suspense. There was something familiar about him, but I met so many different people in my travels that there is no telling what that meant. When I realized he wasn’t going to be volunteering any information, I tried to pull something out of him.

KRIS: Well I think it is frowned upon to have child slaves these days unless you have all of the paperwork for one of those Homes for Disturbed Children. Although, I am pretty sure if that was the case you’d have more than one of them.

He shrugged, and just kept watching the kid work.

HOLDAN: It’s just him. His name is Max.

I was done being patient. If he wasn’t going to come out with it I would turn up the sarcasm.

KRIS: You let him take breaks, or is it just sun up to sun down out there in the heat?

This time he reached down for a coffee cup on the table and took a sip out of it. He winced like it burnt the inside of his mouth, but then looked over at me.

HOLDAN: I didn’t tell him to go out there at all. I think his exact words were, ‘this place sucks’ and then he went about fixing it up. Pretty resourceful for fourteen, right?

I shook my head, confused.

KRIS: That still doesn’t explain much of anything. Why you have some random kid here?

He laughed and sat down at the kitchen table. Once seated, he was unable to keep his eyes on the kid, and finally turned his attention to me.

HOLDAN: He’s from around here originally, Max that is. Short for Maximilian, believe it or not. I thought it would be more comfortable for him to be somewhere close to home.

Max. I wish it had been any other name. The weird feeling of familiarity would have been something I could have ignored if his name started with any other letter. The fact that it was short for something stupid was another red flag. The fact that he was from San Diego was enough to make me want to turn and run out the door, but my feet were planted exactly where I stood like they were encased in cement.

HOLDAN: Maximilian Lawrence H--

I cut him off before he could finish it. I had already gotten through all of that mental math, and didn’t need to actually hear him say it.

KRIS: You’re not going to say that name in front of me. Understood?

He held up his hands innocently.

HOLDAN: You’d think you’d be desensitized to it since it was your name for so long.

KRIS: Yeah, well. You helped me put a big ass bandaid over that wound. I’m not really interested in tearing that off. Whatever this is, it isn’t my problem.

I turned to walk out of the kitchen, but he quickly stood and slid himself into the doorway in front of me.

HOLDAN: ...I was thin---

KRIS: No.

HOLDAN: Maybe if you would just let m--

I stepped around him and started making my way through to the front door. I didn’t know what, if anything, he had told this kid about me but this was not something I was prepared to handle today.

KRIS: I’m outta here. Do everyone a favor and send that kid back to wherever you got him from.

HOLDAN: You’re really still so afraid of a dead guy that you’ll turn your back on this kid?

It was probably the only thing that he could have said to stop me in my tracks. I turned around to face him, not worried about hurting his feelings anymore.

KRIS: What can I say? I guess I am a piece of shit. You can hold that against me, or you could maybe call his ACTUAL brother and pawn him off on everyone up in Seattle.

Again, he laughed.

HOLDAN: Who do you think told me to call you instead? Jason said taking Jet City off your plate freed up more than enough time for you to get to know this kid.

KRIS: I should have realized that all of the extra zeros on the offer came with hidden strings attached.

HOLDAN: You’re going to be going back on tour, Jason just wanted to make sure that you had a little something extra so that the kid can tag along here and there.

I wanted to pull my hair out. It felt like being a little kid all over again with Jason getting to make all of these decisions for me regardless of what I wanted. As an adult, I didn’t have to take that anymore.

KRIS: I am not letting some potential little monster come live with me in Hawaii no matter what plan you and Jason have hatched up together.

HOLDAN: I wasn’t asking you to. He’s going to be staying here with me, but the kid is going to need a lot more in his life than some old guy giving him a place to stay.

I sighed.

KRIS: I don’t know what it is you think I have to offer him. I don’t even know him.

The took a step back from me, and leaned against the doorway leading back into the kitchen. Maybe he had thought better of actually trying to stop me if I really wanted to leave, but that didn’t mean that he was done with his pitch.

HOLDAN: I see the way that you are with all of those kids you’re always carting around, so don’t bullshit me. The only reasons you have to kick that kid to the curb have nothing at all to do with him. That’s not fair. Everyone in your world gave you chance-after-chance, and stuck by you for fuck-up after fuck-up. Why can’t you at least give the kid a fair shot?

When he was done, he turned and went back into the kitchen. I knew the right thing to do would be to follow him, but I didn’t have it in me to do that. I never said that I was perfect, and he shouldn’t expect that of me either. There were things that I needed to think about before I got involved, IF I chose to get involved.

KRIS: I’ll think about it.




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Have it All Tour
20th July 2024
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It was always a nightmare to pack up all of the children and go anywhere. I don’t know why I agreed that it would be best for all of us to be present for Summer XXXtreme, especially because Mikah usually complained the entire time we were there. I guess that I was hoping that bringing the entire family along would serve as enough of a distraction to make her forget she historically hated the event. It didn’t appear to be working though, because as I was struggling to make sure that everyone was going to have everything that they needed, she was laying on her back in the middle of our bed watching me move around the room. She wasn’t usually the type to be content with me doing all the work, but mostly because she didn’t trust me not to forget something important. I could tell that she was being intentionally difficult in order to bait me into an argument with her, but I wasn’t biting. If she wanted to bother me about something she was going to have to provoke that conversation herself.

MIKAH: So what are you going to do about Max?

They say you should be careful what you wish for. I guess I should also be careful about what I am thinking in her presence. It was like I invited her to say something annoying with my silence.

KRIS: Jesus Christ! You sound just like my dad. He’s not my kid. It’s not my responsibility. You should understand that. We ran away to Hawaii to get away from people!

She shrugged, and moved right past my objections.

MIKAH: Not the ones that matter…

I tried to take a deep breath and think about what I wanted to say, but my mouth was already off to the races.

KRIS: Well I can’t help but think that some kid that I don’t know fits perfectly into that category.

I knew it was stupid as soon as I said it, and she turned it back around on me effortlessly.

MIKAH: ...and whose fault is it that you don’t know him?

I brought my hands up to cover my face, and forced myself to finally take that deep breath to organize my thoughts. I replied to her through my hands, unable to actually look down at her.

KRIS: Oh, so this is my fault?

Showing me that she definitely planned her line of attack, she instantly went into her first well-rehearsed sounding argument.

MIKAH: I mean you and Jason burning all of their father’s things instead of looking through them after he died probably seems pretty stupid right about now, right? Neither of you even went to go claim anything of your mothers. It probably all ended up in a landfill somewhere.

I shook my head, really not wanting to have any part of this conversation.

KRIS: There’s no guarantee that there would have been anything about this kid in there. Our mom made sure to take his existence to her very early grave. Who am I to disagree with that decision?

That made her actually sit up and point her index finger at me before shredding that argument.

MIKAH: Aren’t you the same guy that disagrees with all of her decisions?

Her words felt a lot like being slapped, and prompted my to defend myself a little more vigorously.

KRIS: You can’t compare what I went through to what this kid has been through. We don’t know him. For all we know, things have been perfectly normal for him.

I tried to keep my voice level so that none of the children would register the disagreement that we were having, but Mikah made no such concession. She crawled on her knees to the end of the bed and then stood up in my face.

MIKAH: A perfectly normal life likely wouldn’t have landed him at Holden’s at fourteen. You just don’t want to open that door. If that’s your decision, I feel like I deserve to know why.

It wasn’t going to be an answer she wants to hear, but I was going to give her the truth.

KRIS: It’s not my responsibility.

I should have known better than to think it would be a good enough answer for her.

MIKAH: ...and what if Jason had felt the same way about you?

Again, the only leg that I had to stand on was the truth.

KRIS: Then I would be dead.

She turned that back on me effortlessly once again.

MIKAH: So when this kid dies young, you aren’t going to feel bad about it?

It was my turn to shrug. There was no guarantee that things would shake out that way in the future, so who was I to attempt to play god?

KRIS: Sounds like a problem for future Kris to deal with.

Seeing that her approach wasn’t going to work, I watched her demeanor soften a little as she reached forward to fix the collar of my shirt. It was likely just an excuse to pull me closer to her.

MIKAH: Look, you are taking me and the kids with you on the cruise ship, why not just invite Holden and Max along as well. It gets them out of that shitty little house, and gives you a chance to get to know him a little bit without having to commit too much to it.

I rolled my eyes, and tried to deflect the idea aside.

KRIS: You don’t think that would be a lot? Holden wants me to just step in and act like me and this kid are family when I don’t even know him. Then you want to dump a handful more relatives and thousands of fans right in his face too. Seems like it would be overwhelming.

I could tell she wasn’t buying it.

MIKAH: Seems like another excuse.

For some reason, she is absolutely determined to make this happen.

KRIS: Why are you such a pain in my ass?

She smiled, almost like she knew that she won in that moment.

MIKAH: ...because if I wasn’t, you’d get bored and leave me.

I sighed, and stepped away from her.

KRIS: If it will make you happy, and end this conversation, I will see if there are any rooms available. If there are, I will ask them if they want to come with us.

She was already up off of the bed, and moving about the room to get the things that I had forgotten to pack into our bag.

MIKAH: I already did both. They are staying in the room on the other side of Leighton.

I froze, and looked at her in disbelief.

KRIS: You already… WHAT?

She whipped around on her heels and pointed her index finger in my face again before putting her serious voice back on. I could see why people were intimidated by her in her Sin City days.

MIKAH: Hush! I knew that you would make the right decision. As always, I just got to that realization before you so I handled it. And it is a good thing that I did, because I booked everything before all of the good rooms were gone! You can thank me later when you’re done pouting about it.

She left the room, likely to double check everything that I had packed for the children, but mostly to leave me to process her words.

KRIS: ....I don’t pout.


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”I wouldn’t call this the smoothest start to a return, but it could certainly be worse….”

”After a huge announcement that I was going to be sticking around in Sin City for a while, everyone was hype. However, the very next week I ended up hundreds of miles away from where Climax Control was taking place with no time to fix my mistake. My first big match back got rescheduled, which sucked, but I walked away with a win in the end. Better than that, LJ Kasey and I tore the fucking house down, and had a match that stole the show. It didn’t just make the highlight reel at the end of the night, it dominated it. The world was buzzing about my return and Mark and Christian jumped onboard the train by announcing that at Summer XXXtreme I would be in action against LJ’s older brother, Miles. At that point, I thought things were really cooking.”

”...then a couple of weeks went by where it didn’t seem like my presence was required. I did my share of hyping up the big 400th Climax Control, but couldn’t get a place on the card. It rubbed me the wrong way, but who am I to complain? I don’t make the matches, and I already had one that I was excited about sitting on the horizon. By the time I was getting my hand raised at the end of that first match, I had already punched my ticket to compete on the first supercard since my return.”

”Summer XXXtreme has always had a special place in my heart. I haven’t missed very many of them in my tenure. Mikah and I hosted our talk show on the boat. We have carried the Mixed Tag Team Championships into this show before. We have walked in as World Heavyweight Champion and Bombshell World Champion. I have competed in Summer XXXtreme’s Ultimate X Over-The-Pool match in see-through shorts, and walked away with the Roulette Championship. There are several people on the roster that are vocal about absolutely hating the boat, my wife included. There is an even bigger group that are pretty indifferent about it and really just here for the week-long vacation.”

”...but then there’s me.”

”I’m the guy that absolutely loves this event, and not just because I always win. I love being able to meet a ton of the biggest fans this company has. I enjoy being able to take the time out to get to know people in the locker room that I usually only see in passing. Over the next week there are so many events happening on the boat that are focused on celebrating Sin City and everyone that gets to take part in the show at the end. The matches that we are going to have are just the icing on the cake. Every single day leading up to Summer XXXtreme has something that I am equally excited about taking part in, and I am sure that is something that Miles can agree with. After all, this cruise is standing in as his honeymoon, and he is kicking off the festivities by getting married.”

”Color me jealous. There was no way I was going to be able to convince Mikah to get married on the Summer XXXtreme cruise. She doesn’t share my enthusiasm for being on the boat, unless we are talking about how she is planning to let all of the children terrorize everyone on board. It would have made the best story for us to have gotten married at the event that we have both done so well at. Alas, I guess I will have to wait for the next marriage to cash in on that one. Although, I guess that limits my future options to people that don’t get seasick…”

”....potential problem for another time… ”

”After all, we are here to talk about Miles, right?”

”...but I will get to him in just a minute. I don’t think it would be fair to LJ to just skip over the amazing match that we had a couple of weeks ago. I told that kid that he was going to give me one hell of a fight. I told him that we had the potential to have the match of the night. I gave the kid his flowers before I ever stepped into the ring with him, and he didn’t disappoint me in the least. I couldn’t have had an impressive return without having a competitor that could push me to my limits inside the ring. LJ Kasey lived up to his end of the deal. He gave me his best shots, and he has certainly been trained well. It was nearly his night. Nobody watching was blind enough to ignore that there were times that it looked like he had me dead to rights. If he was a little further along in his career, he may have put me down. The future looks bright for him, and as the man that came into this company as the little brother of Jet City, I can respect the position that the kid is in.”

”I know what it is like to step into the ring, and also into an older sibling’s shadow. I know what it is like to have all of the expectations that the world had for my brother thrust upon me for the very start. It is a lot of pressure. It isn’t necessarily fair, but it is something that you have to fight through. For instance, my brother had already been inducted into more than one Hall of Fame before we showed up as Jet City. He was already a multi-time world champion. He had shattered all of the glass ceilings that people tried to place above him, and risen to his greatest potential. People thought he was taking a step backwards in his career by wasting his time teaming with me. People saw him as my mentor, but they saw me as an undeserving student. I was a nepotism hire.”

”...harsh, but true. So true, in fact, that when I started to find a modicum of success, they called me an Accident. I took that title and ran with it. The accident became a nobody. The ‘nobody’ purified himself, and he went from being Just Kris to The Miracle. It took me a very long time before I was able to fully step out of my brother’s shadow, but the journey was worth watching. Once that train got rolling, people lived for my success. My ascension to the top of this company was the feel good moment that this company’s doors closed on once upon a time. The last frame of film this company was ever set to produce was my smiling face holding up the Roulette and World Heavyweight Championships as the people’s conquering hero. Signs in the crowd used to read ‘Kris is SCW’ and ‘SCW is Kris’ but neither of them were wrong. I went from the younger brother hidden by the shadow, to the man casting my shadow over the entire company.”

”I believe that LJ Kasey has that same potential….”

”...even if the legacy that his brother has made in this company doesn’t cast quite the same shadow that I had to contend with when I first entered the business. Miles, despite the fact that we all love him, has never quite lived up to all of the hype. He has been given all of the big chances, and even when they seem to work out for him, the wheel always comes spiraling back off. This kid is capable of having the very best match on every single show that he competes on, just as long as you don’t expect him to have his hand raised at the end of them. That has been his biggest hurdle. He always comes out and gets the fans out of their seats. He does things in the ring that most people are incapable of wrapping their heads around, let alone actually trying themselves. The guy is one of the best competitors that this company has ever seen, but just never seems to maintain that momentum to make it all the way to the top.”

”....because of that, a lot of people write him off. A lot of people say that since he hasn’t put it all together yet, that he can’t put it all together. Personally, I think that is bullshit. I think Miles Kasey still has that magical run to the top left in him. The guy is in a good place. He is coming off of one of the biggest days of his life, and gets to step into the ring at Summer XXXtreme riding high on Cloud 9. I know that he is going to be bringing the most confident, relaxed version of himself down that aisle to meet me in the ring, and that truly scares the hell out of me. The bell is going to ring at the start of this match and I am going to be hit with the best shot that Miles Kasey has to give. I have no doubt about it. He is going to put me down every time that I try to get back up. There are going to be times where the guy is two or three steps ahead of me, and doing things that I am getting too old to keep up with. I mean, this is just my second match back and they are putting me in the ring with one of the best conditioned athletes on this roster.”

”....the chances of me getting my ass handed to me a week from Sunday are high. They are probably higher than the betting lines are going to indicate in the run up to the show. Dare I say, given the circumstances, Miles Kasey might find himself as the favorite for once in his career.”

”I know that if I am going to pull out a win in this one, I am going to have to pick my spots intelligently, and cross my fingers for the best possible outcome. I am going to have to rely on the sharpened instincts that took me to the top of this company not once, but twice. I am going to have to trust that Mark and Christian weren’t wrong when they put me into the Hall of Fame. I’ll have to live up to being The Miracle at Summer XXXtreme, because Miles Kasey has the potential to bury me once and for all if he puts his mind to it.”

”As always, it’s just a matter of if he is ever going to turn that potential into a reality. I, for one, am dying to find out. A week is going to seem like an awfully long time to wait.”


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Crybaby Ass Bitch
27th July 2024
OFF-Camera



I couldn’t believe how smoothly everything had gone with getting situated on the cruise. Sure, originally I was pissed that Mikah had invited my father and new mysterious sibling, but that feeling didn’t linger. By the time we were all aboard, it really didn’t affect me as much as I thought it would. All of the kids are a handful in familiar territory where they can’t get up to much trouble. However, the five of them in a new environment full of thousands of people and dozens of different events taking place every day, and hundreds of shiny distractions basically took up every minute of the day. Leighton was enjoying getting to be the adult on vacation for once. Lindsay and KJ were finally old enough to understand that I was going to be competing at the show, and were hyped to do signings with me so that I could prove I had real fans. Myles and Ridley were just happily along for the ride. Everything was a new adventure for them. I am sure in their downtime they were already plotting on how they were going to take over the show on Sunday, but they didn’t leave me with a lot of time to get to the bottom of their plotting. My job could have been made slightly easier, but one person that could help was the one member of our happy little group that was determined to have a bad time no matter what.

MIKAH: I don’t know how you have turned them all against me, but it seems like all of the children are enjoying life on the cruise ship.

She went through spurts of forgetting that she was supposed to be hating it where we had a legitimately good time. However, her own history at this event wasn’t as pleasant as mine, and all of the good times we have had on the cruise together haven’t been enough to tip the scale yet.

KRIS: This place is basically a floating amusement park. Sometimes I even forget that we are floating around in sea-monster territory.

It looked like her eyes almost rolled out of her head before I even got to the sea-monster. She saw where the sentence was headed and checked out halfway.

MIKAH: Sometimes I want to throw you overboard and let them have their way with you.

Over our years together I have learned that these little fits aren’t actually indicative of how she feels. She just gets stuck in a rough spot, or a bad memory, and it takes a little while to shake it off. Despite what the public thought about her, she was typically a sweet person outside of these moments.

KRIS: That feels uncalled for.

She shrugged, apparently she was determined to provoke an argument and drag me down to her level.

MIKAH: I’m not a fan, and it really feels like you are having too much avoiding Holdan and Max.

I leaned my head against the inside frame of the door separating our bedroom from the main part of the cabin and took a deep breath before I even considered saying any of the things that ran through my head.

KRIS: Is that what you see while I am enjoying my time with the children?

It was my best shot at saying something that I could keep at an even tone of voice. I didn’t want to give her what she wanted.

MIKAH: The same children that you openly call terrorists?

I got halfway through another deep breath before it caught in my throat and I stepped back into the bedroom from the doorway. She was laying with her head half-hanging off the end of the bed while she looked at me upside down with a smirk on her face. That expression brought out the worst in me.

KRIS: I invited them on the cruise. They came. I can’t help it if I have been a little busy with all of you. I mean, we are also floating around with a few thousand fans. I can’t possibly do everything all at once.

She wasn’t impressed with the explanation.

MIKAH: Well it’s been days, and you have put in zero percent effort. What’s with the excuses?

I balled up my fists but fought the urge to throw them into the air and scream at the top of my lungs. That is probably the reaction she was trying to get out of me, and giving it to her would be the worst way to lose the argument. I just wanted out of it.

KRIS: What’s with trying to make me miserable because you don’t like being on the cruise?

She flipped over, sat up on her knees, and pointed her index finger at the end of my nose.

MIKAH: Don’t turn this around on me! We are talking about you right now. You keep blowing this kid off. That doesn’t really mesh with who you are as a person. It’s a totally valid question to ask, and you just don’t want to answer it.

I shook my head, and gave her the most honest answer that I could force out of my mouth.

KRIS: I don’t need to rehash who I am as a person with some kid that I don’t know.

I thought maybe that would inspire her to see my side of things for once, but she shrugged her shoulders, shook her head, and didn’t soften a bit.

MIKAH: Stop being a crybaby. He’s your brother, and you’re one of the few family members that he actually has left. Don’t you think he deserves a chance to get to know you?

I swallowed the scream without letting it out. I forced the blazing rage out of my eyes, and fought every impulse in my body in order to control my voice for three simple words.

KRIS: Fine. You win.

I didn’t wait for a response. I turned and walked out of the door without closing it. I wasn’t going to give her the satisfying slam, but I wasn’t going to let her taunt me any longer either. Holdan’s room was only around the corner from ours, so if she wanted me to go talk to him and the kid, that was exactly what I would do. Our kids could be her problem for a while. I took out all of my bottled frustrations by beating on Holdan’s door like I was the police, so I wasn’t surprised when there was scuffling inside before the door hastily yanked open.

HOLDAN: WHAT?! I have told you people he’s no--

He stopped when he realized that it was me, and then looked around the hallway like he wasn’t convinced it had been me knocking.

KRIS: ”You people?”

I looked around just to make sure that there wasn’t something about the hallway that I was missing, but he snapped out of it and started explaining.

HOLDAN: A few of the more rowdy fans put together who I was and keep beating on the door trying to see if you are here. I assume after a couple days of failure they will give it up; or at least that is the lie I keep telling myself.

It wasn’t surprising. Usually I kept my room booked under someone else’s name to avoid this kind of problem. Trying to stay away from where the rest of the roster were housed on the boat came with it own set of disadvantages.

KRIS: I can see if I can get you guys moved to a different room.

I knew that it probably wasn’t likely, but I was also hoping that the thought would count for something. He immediately shook off the idea though.

HOLDAN: ...and what, just hide inside for the rest of the week? I’ll pass.

I wouldn’t have been able to deal with the constant intrusions if I were in his shoes, but I also had a handful more kids to worry about than he did.

KRIS: Gotta be better than assholes beating on the door all hours of the day.

He shrugged, but a smile came across his face.

HOLDAN: You mean the people that are excited that my kid is back on the roster and competing at Summer XXXtreme for the first time in years? Yeah, fuck those guys…

KRIS: It’s still rude.

HOLDAN: Well, you should take a good look at the guy they idolize then. He’s kind of a bitch.

It was like he had been talking to Mikah in the short time that it took me to walk to his door.

KRIS: Wow…. Here I was trying to do the right thing, just to be insulted.

He seemed confused, not that I could blame him. I hadn’t even gotten to explain the reason that I was beating on his door.

HOLDAN: Trying to do the right thing?

I nodded.

KRIS: I came to talk to the kid.

I could see a slight bit of approval come across his face but it faded quickly, and he looked back into the room before frowning.

HOLDAN: He’s not here.

Now it was my turn to be confused.

KRIS: ...but you are?

He nodded, clearly taking a different approach with Max than I was in micromanaging all of my tiny terrorists’ every second.

HOLDAN: He’s a teenager. We are stranded on what is basically a floating island. What trouble could he possibly be getting into? I’m not keeping him cooped up in a tiny room all week.

I sighed, and ran my fingers through my hair as I took a deep breath. It felt like everyone on this boat was determined to make this trip difficult.

KRIS: You are surprisingly unhelpful.

He was quick-witted enough to turn that back around on me without missing a beat.

HOLDAN: Well, at least that’s a quality that you should be intimately familiar with.

He managed to time up the swing of the door to punctuate the end of his sentence and cut off any chance that I was going to be able to get in the last word. There were so many instances when I found it hard to believe that he was actually my biological father, but then there were times like these where I couldn’t deny it even for a second.

KRIS: Good talk.



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Pathfinder
28th July 2024
OFF-Camera



I didn’t go looking for the kid, but I also didn’t go back to the room. I was content to let Mikah play the parent for the evening, and hopefully she wouldn’t have the energy to keep trying to pick a fight with me later. I wasn’t going to let her convince me to carry that negativity into my return like she did last time I came back. Plus, I hadn’t really gotten to take a lap around the cruiseship on my own yet. The kids were always pulling me into a hundred different directions, and fans were always trying to grab pictures and get drinks. It was nice to kind of just slip around under the radar for a few hours while there wasn’t a whole lot of traffic moving about the boat. I must have spent hours making my way around the whole thing, but stopped on my way back to stare out at the open water and just appreciate how awesome it was to finally be back at my favorite event of the year. As it turned out, sometimes taking that moment is all that you need for life to catch up to you.

MAX: So you’re kind of famous around here. You don’t seem super excited about it though.

He startled me, having apparently spotted me on his way back to the room. This is what I get for get lost for a moment and admiring my surroundings.

KRIS: There’s just a few other… uh. I mea---

He cut me off. I wish I could have been this bold at fourteen.

MAX: Look, I know that you didn’t know that I was a person until Holdan told you. You don’t have to make it weird. I get it. It was kind of the same thing for me.

I was so worried about myself that I hadn't even considered that the kids might have been in the same position I was.

KRIS: Nobody ever told you that you had some significantly older siblings?

He shook his head, genuinely looking like the thought had never crossed his mind.

MAX: I wasn’t even sure who my parents were until recently. I never knew either of them. Neither of them ever made it out of the hospital with me.

I laughed.

KRIS: It’s awfully ambitious of you to think that the man that fathered you would have actually been there at all.

The words came out so effortlessly that I didn't even consider the ramifications of shattering any of this kids notions about his parents.

MAX: Well I am not sure our mom would have been there either if she had the option. From what little Holdan has told me, they weren’t very good people. Jason knew them, and he wouldn’t even speak to me. You knew them and you have avoided me for the last six weeks.

How was this kid already better at this kind of thing than I was.

KRIS: That’s unfair to you though.

MAX: Yeah, well, I am used to that. Are there any more of us?

KRIS: Not anymore.

The quick question caught me off guard, but the way my defenses immediately went up hit the kid like a slap in the face.

MAX: I was kind of just holding out hope that there would be one of you guys that was going to be happy to know that I existed. All of the counselors kept telling me how lucky I was to have found a family friend to take me in instead of another random person. A few months ago having siblings was a fairytale thing, you know?

I couldn't help but feel like I had let the kid down already.

KRIS: I am sorry that the two of us come with a lot of baggage.

MAX: Holdan told me that I should consider it a blessing that I didn’t grow up in that house. He has made all kinds of excuses for why the two of you weren’t as excited to meet me as I was to be introduced to either of you.

I had to commend the old bastard for having my back, not that I hadn't fucked it up anyways.

KRIS: He does that, but guilt will do that to a person. He never stepped up to claim me when I was a kid, so he does a lot of enabling Jason and I as adults. I am sure that plays a role in taking you in as well.

MAX: He seems sad a lot. He talks about you all the time though. It’s like he’s been trying to make sure that I was going to like you before I ever met you.

KRIS: That’s because I rarely make a good first impression. He tries to buy me a little bit of good will with new people.

MAX: That makes sense. I can see how people might not like you.

Not only bold enough to confront me, but confident enough to insult me.

KRIS: I am sure that there are a few hundred people on this boat that could give you entire lists of reasons not to like me.

He didn't seem like any of them mattered at all.

MAX: Yeah, but that’s just for the show isn’t it?

KRIS: What do you mean?

MAX: I mean I could watch every match you’ve ever had. They are all online. I could watch every show you were on. I could know your whole career forwards and backwards, but would I actually know you?

I shook my head but he continued before I could actually respond.

MAX: So their reasons for liking you, or hating you don’t really matter. All of this being famous stuff is cool, but it doesn’t really tell me anything about you. It’s just a job.

KRIS: Pretty awesome job though, right?

I saw his face light up like I had given him permission to actually enjoy himself without keeping his guard up. Even if his words made Miles' ring in my ears a little more. First my opponent says I am not the same guy anymore, and now this kid says I was never really that guy anyways.

MAX: Yeah! It’s not like I had ever even been out on the ocean before, let alone on a floating city.

KRIS: I said the same thing the first time that I did this show! It’s great if you can get over the fear of sea monsters.

To my surprise, he took that in stride as well. He didn't roll his eyes. He took the fear at face value.

MAX: We’re way too high up for them to get us with the tentacles. Although if we were on one of the bottom floors we could totally get sucked through a window.

Maybe I was a little bit too worried about meeting this kid. After all, he got half of the genetics I did. He can't be all bad.

KRIS: I said the same thing and everyone acted like I was crazy!



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”There was something that Miles said that stuck with me all week…”

”Usually that isn’t the type of thing that I would ever admit. The last thing that we want to do in this business is let our opponents get in our heads. Most of us take pride in our ability to shrug off the insults and the curses when the bell rings and the fighting begins. I would bet there’s a big group of people in that locker room that don’t even give their opponents the chance. I don’t like that. I have always thought that if I am going to get into a ring with a person I should really get to know them. I should hear what they have to say. It’s rarely ever flattering. I’ve been called a nobody. I’ve been told I wouldn’t amount to anything. I’ve been called a sham champion. I am apparently too old, too unreliable, too injury prone, and sometimes too dead to be taken seriously. I am an old joke, and married to a former Bombshell who worked her way around the talent in this company until she made it all the way down to me…”

”You can see why it is an occupational hazard to carry those thoughts around with you for too long…”

”I have heard it all. I have overcome it all. We have been through the accomplishments. We have already listed all of the accolades. We all know that Kris is SCW and SCW is Kris. None of that negative bullshit ever mattered. None of my opponent’s opinions have ever threatened me. Time after time, this company lined up people that I got to prove wrong in front of the world. They doubted me. They hated me. They tried to lower the glass ceiling and box me in at the bottom of this industry. I rose to the absolute peak of this company anyways. I refused to let anything said about me weigh me down. I used it as the jet fuel that propelled me all the way to the top. A few years ago my story stopped being ‘miraculous’ and started feeling ‘undeniable’.”

”...but we will get there in a second…”

”...because all of that has to do with the thing that Miles said that really stuck with me over the last week. Despite all of my training to block out all of the white noise and focus on the job in the ring, I kept hearing those words over-and-over again. It played on a loop in my subconscious, and haunted me in my sleep. I am still not sure if I can shake it off.After listening to what I had to say about LJ ahead of my return, and then watching the match I had with his brother, Miles said:”

”This obviously isn’t the same Kris Ryans. This is something completely different.”

”It was hard to wrap my head around. For a couple of days I couldn’t even figure out why it bothered me so much. Sure, I haven’t pulled any punches in my career whether that be in the ring, or in front of a camera with a microphone. I can certainly see how he could see that as me looking down my nose at people, or being condescending, but I always felt like I told things how they were. I didn’t lie. I didn’t embellish. I pointed out the flaws in my opponents as I saw them, because that was part of the job!”

”...and it worked! I didn’t know if it was the things that I was saying, or the things that I was doing in the ring that were responsible, but whatever the equation was, it was producing results. People may have hated what I was saying, but they were loving what they were seeing in the ring. Plus, the things that I was saying had to be true, because I was going out to the ring every single week and proving it to whoever’s feelings got hurt by something I said. If I told an opponent they sucked, it was because when they were standing across from me, they did. If I called people too big and slow to keep up with me, they were. If I had to explain a joke real slow, it is because I thought they were too stupid to keep up.”

”When you’re winning, that snowball just keeps rolling down the hill and picking up steam. It didn’t matter what I said, because nobody could do anything about it. If I had a week where I wasn’t really feeling it, people would think that I softened and could come after me even harder. I spent my entire time at the top of this company fighting to keep what I felt was mine, and daring people to come take it all at the same time. It didn’t seem like there was anybody that was capable of knocking me off of that mountain either. Despite the fact that Miles thought my career was missing a Hall of Fame ring, I added that to my collection a couple of years ago on the night that J2H and I had the most hyped match in this company’s history.”

”Undeniable was the word that I used earlier…”

”...and it really did feel that way until the moment that it all got taken away. The brash personality. The immediate shit talk. The feeling that there was nobody in this world that could put me in my place anymore. I spent a lifetime with people telling me that I would never amount to shit, yet I was standing on top of the world. I had everything. The overwhelming entitlement that came with having been right time-after-time-after-time wasn’t just something that I carried with me in front of the camera. It bled into every single part of my life. Eventually, it was the very thing that nearly ended my life. There’s no amount of ring ability that is going to stop you from getting gunned down. There’s no series of words you can say to make someone walk away from a real fight.”

”The year of my life I lost to those thirty seconds of bravado was bad enough. The two years of my career that slipped away from me as a result were salt in a nearly fatal wound. It didn’t matter how full of myself I was. It didn’t matter how important I was to this company. It didn’t matter if I was the best. It was over, and for those two years I really thought that it was going to be over forever. I never considered that I would be in a position to be the guy that I used to be ever again. I am a little older, maybe a little slower. I am a little rusty, and carrying a couple of nagging career-long injuries and a whole lot of emotional baggage to that ring with me.”

”....Miles hit the nail exactly on the head. I am not the same Kris Ryans. This is something totally different. I think that bothered me because if I am not that guy, I am not undeniable anymore. That feeling isn’t going to come back. Maybe I am never going to be that good ever again. Maybe I am not destined to reach all the way back up to those heights. Miles might not have intended for the words that he said to creep into the back of my head and expose my most negative intrusive thoughts, but they did, so I have to listen to them, right?”

”After all, they are no different from all of the things that I have heard before. So maybe I won’t be able to rise back to the top? Well I was never supposed to be there in the first place. People don’t think that it is worthwhile to have me back on the roster? Well I have earned my place here more than once. People don’t think that I am the competitor that I used to be? Well… nobody thought I would be back in the ring either, but I am feeling like we are about to steal the whole fucking show at Summer XXXtreme!”

”Miles doesn’t look at me and see a broken down, over-the-hill, has-been that shouldn’t be in the ring. He sees the guy that used to be in the main events of this company. He sees the guy that put on some of the greatest matches in the record books. He looks at me, and sees the absolutely fucking highlight reel that this match has the potential to be bell-to-bell. When he is standing across the ring from me, he is looking at me as a former World Heavyweight Champion, and a guy that has done all of the things that he has left to do. People usually say it as a negative, but to Miles I am the stepping stone to the main events that have just been out of reach. Beating me is the win that he needs to kick the fucking doors off of the hinges and finally take his big leap forward. For Miles, this match is the glass ceiling, and he is tired of knocking on it and not getting any answers.”

”There is a time that I might have been offended. There is a time where I genuinely thought that there wasn’t anything bigger than being in a match with me. I thought that I was above the championships themselves, let alone the talent on the roster. I would have torn into an opponent that was looking past me to bigger and better things, but now I welcome it. Miles, all you have to do is look at my career. The people that tell you that you can’t do the things that you dream of, they are wrong. The people that say you don’t belong, are wrong. If you want to be ‘the guy’ in this company, it’s possible. It is absolutely possible. There is not one single fucking thing that anyone on this roster can say to take that away from you. It is yours for the taking. Believe me. Once upon a time, I reached out and took it for myself.”

”If you think that the next step on your path to getting where you need to be in this company is through me, then bring your ass out to that ring and prove it to everyone in attendance. Come out and leave everything that you have inside that ring. Give me your best shot. Give me ALL of your best shots. I am absolutely certain that the two of us could fight forever, and the fans that got to witness it would be on their feet the whole time. The battle that we could have is capable of sinking this fucking boat, so if you are finally ready to step up to that next level, come take your spot kid.”

”....because I am not the same Kris Ryans, but the kind of fights that we are talking about are the reasons that I came back. I don’t want to play games. I don’t want to sling insults. I want to step in the ring with the people that truly love to be out there, and I want to do things that nobody is ever going to forget. The first thing that I said when I decided to return to the ring was that I saw my spotlight start to flicker. I know that I am running out of time to end things on my terms, and I don’t want to be remembered as the guy that looked down his nose at everyone. I don’t want to be the guy that was too good to show up.”

”I want to be the guy that was never supposed to make it, and did.”

”I want to be the guy that was supposed to die, and didn’t.”

”I want to be the guy that was never supposed to come back, but came back better than anyone could have imagined.”

”...and what I believe, Miles, is that I have to go through you to do that.”

”By no means does that goal feel ‘undeniable’...”

”...but doing so would qualify as a MIRACLE.”


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Re: MILES KASEY v KRIS RYANS
« Reply #4 on: August 02, 2024, 11:53:16 PM »
Full Speed.

He had just stepped out of the shower and thrown a pair of shorts on when Ari came frantically pounding at the door that he thought a woodpecker high on caffeine had somehow got snuck onto the ship and brought a sledge hammer with it in the process.

When he opened the door up and saw her standing there trying to catch her breathe and told him what was going on, the minute she said the word “Laz”, he was ever so thankful that his workout shoes were by the door and not flung wherever like he usually does, getting them on and taking off like a bat out of hell down the hall, hair soaked, no shirt and by some miracle his shoes staying on his feet. And not giving one single solitary fuck how rediculous he looked to the people he ran by.

He slid as he tried to turn the corner and thankfully he did or he would have ran and bowled over his husband who had his hands full from the breakfast buffet, working his way back to their honeymoon suite that Christian and Mark reserved for them on the cruise.

“MILES!” Carter yelled out as he watched him damn near collide into the corner of the hall and not even get knocked on his ass, though with how fast he’s going he would have probably ricocheted down the hall like a superball. Thankfully he caught himself and managed to avoid not just the collision but making a mess of all the food that Carter was carrying.

Finally stopped Miles immediately stood tall and grabbed at Carter’s face, “Are you okay?” he said panting in almost a frantic state.

“I’m fine, babe. Really.” Carter said, shaking his head and not really sure of Miles' state...I mean he could easily but it was currently all over the place from panicked to worried about his condition to ready to pounce at any given moment. “I thought you were still asleep.”

“I woke up, and got a quick shower followed by Ari frantically showing up and told Laz was on board.” Miles looked around, like he expected that snake to slither from the deepest shadows at any given moment, “Are you sure you are okay?”

“I am. I told him to talk a walk...”

“Preferably a long one off a short pier.” Miles said as he let go of a breath he wasn’t aware he was holding off to, “What the hell is he doing here?”

“Not a clue and I don’t care,” Carter said shifting the plates in his hand, “I went to get us breakfast and the next thing I know he’s standing behind me.”

“Like the creepy bastard he is. Here, let me help.” Miles said, grabbing the plates and still looking around, “You wanna go back to the room?”

“I certainly don’t want to go back to the eatery right now. He’s probably still standing there with his mouth wide open after I dropped the bomb on him.” Carter couldn’t help but look proud, he nodded and they made their way down the hall hand in hand each holding their own plate. Ari was still standing there when they got back and they both quickly assured her that everything was ok and they wanted to enjoy breakfast, just the two of them.

They ended up sitting in silence for a few moments. Carter would catch Miles just staring at him and making sure that he was really ok.

“Miles, I’m fine. He knows that he is ancient history and that is that. Showed him my rings and everything. He looked like he was about to spit venom.”

“Well he is a snake after all. I’m half tempted to go tell Christian and Mark that we should have security around us knowing that bastard somehow slid his way on.”

“Oh please don’t, I know we have a few more events where we are separated but I’m not about to be in fear of someone that I took out of my own life. I’ll be fine, babe.”

“You sure?”

“As sure as I am that I’m in love with you.”

“Ok, sold it with that.” Miles smirked, “Eat, then I’ll show just how impressed I am with all of that.”

“Flirt.”

.....

The many activities aboard the Sun Princess since the day Miles signed on the line with SCW was the meet and greets that went on forever and ever.

Miles loved every minute of it, especially the ones that made regular stops and had been multi-time visitors. He’s seen a few kids grow up over the last number of years and always enjoyed catching up. Some had gifts to give to him and Carter. There was one kid that he met a few years ago that had a talent for drawing and when he showed up with a package that was in a decent-sized envelope, Miles would open it to see a damn near picture-perfect drawn picture of a public image that the SCW site had posted of he and Carter.

The talent would never cease to amaze him.

But during all of this he couldn’t help but spot a familiar figure standing off onto the side...and if looks could kill he would probably have set Miles on fire with the heat coming off of him. And Miles couldn’t resist every now and again scratching the side of his face with his middle finger fully extended.

The son of a bitch was never smart.

And if Miles had his way, he would yeet Laz off the side of the boat and not even think twice as to what would become of him.

Once the line calmed and the time ran out, he would finally be able to stand up, stretch, and make his way back to the superstars' side of the boat. Miles, though, decided to take the long way because he’ll be damned if his newest “fan” would know where he and Carter were staying on the ship.

He weaved his way through the halls, pretending to know he wasn’t being followed, by the time he figured he was deep enough in and where there were no witnesses, he turned the corner but stopped just far enough and waited.

It didn’t take long, when he heard the footfalls slow to turn the corner and Miles quickly reached out and shoved the slimmer figure against the wall, hard, face first and both arms held behind him being held by one arm and the other arm across the back of his neck, and leaning ever so close Miles just whispered, “Ello, Laz.”

“LET ME GO!” Laz screamed out, struggling against the weight of the arm that Miles placed on the back of the neck and managed to only get spun around, pushed back against the wall again hard and this time Miles hand gripped his neck and pulled his arm back ready to strike.

“You about done?”

“I said let me go.” Laz spit out in that snake like manner but he couldn’t budge.

“You have a lot of balls showing up here. Carter told me everything and after all this time I didn’t think you had it in you, asshole.” Miles made sure to squeeze just a little bit to make sure Laz felt his wedding hand on his left hand, “That ring you feel, that tells you all you need to know. If I didn’t think that there was someone out there that would actually miss you, I would yeet you off the side of the ship and into the ocean and let the fish have at you. You lost, Laz, you lost the minute you raised your hand to him a long time ago. I showed him what it’s like to be really loved and cherished just like you should have. I’m going to tell you this, one last time, you stay away from us. You stay away from my husband. You find a way off this ship and you never look back and if I catch you EVER around us again, you will vanish without a trace. Do I make myself clear?”

Laz struggles again, trying to pull Miles' arm off his neck but the grip only gets stronger and he gasps for breath and musters out a strangled “Yes.”

And with that Miles releases him and Laz drops coughing and gasping for a full breath. After a few moments Laz stands up straight and rubs his own hands across his neck and straightens himself out.

“You have something to say?” is all Miles says standing there like nothing happened and Laz just shakes his head ‘no’, “Good, now vanish. Once and for all, I will not repeat the warning.”

Miles just walks away and Laz just stands there, like he knows that Miles is not kidding.

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Miles Kasey standing on the deck of the Sun Princess cruise ship, the ocean's waves gently crashing in the background. He’s dressed casually, but his eyes are focused, a determined fire burning behind them. This area feels has grown special to him over the last few years as it has been a turning point in quite a number of moments in his personal life, now he makes it professional

“You want the honest truth about everything? I am excited about this match with Kris. And it’s been a while since I have felt like that. Ever since I have lost that Internet Championship, I feel like this is the start of a new chapter in my career. So let’s get down to business.”

"So, Kris Ryans. The Miracle. The man who came back and immediately made waves, reminding everyone why he's a Hall of Famer. I respect that, Kris. I respect your journey, your accomplishments, and the passion you have for this business. I know what it means to have the odds stacked against you and to still come out on top. You've earned your place in SCW history, there is no doubt about it and I would be a fool to think otherwise.

But let's get one thing straight: this isn't about your past glories or your love for this business. This is about now. This is about Miles Kasey standing across the ring from you, ready to prove that he's more than just 'potential'.

You see, Kris, you've had your fair share of setbacks and triumphant returns. You know what it’s like to be overlooked, to be considered the underdog. But you also know what it’s like to rise above that and to silence the doubters. You did it. Now, it's my turn.

You talked about my brother LJ and the incredible match you had with him. Believe me, I'm proud of him. My half-bro has got the heart of a lion, and he’s going to make a huge name for himself in this business in his own time. But this match isn't about him either. This is about me stepping out of the shadows that I have had around me lately dealing with my whole list of my own setbacks and disappointments.

Yeah, I’ve had my ups and downs. I’ve seen Roulette and Internet Championship glory. I held on tight to that Internet Title for 6 months and I just ran out of gas. I’ve had moments where I was on the cusp of greatness, only for things to fall apart. But every single time, I’ve gotten back up, dusted myself off, and kept fighting. Because that’s what I do. That’s what it means to be a Kasey. We don’t quit. We don’t back down. We rise.

And Kris, you said it yourself – this is a pivotal moment for me. I'm coming off one of the biggest days of my life, marrying the love of my life, surrounded by friends and family. I’m on cloud nine, and I’m bringing that energy into our match.

But let’s not forget, this isn’t just about a feel-good story. This is about competition. This is about stepping into that ring and proving that I belong at the top. You’ve seen what I can do, Kris. You’ve seen me push myself to the limit and beyond. You know that when I’m focused, there’s no stopping me. And right now, I’ve never been more focused, more determined, or more ready.

Summer XXXtreme isn’t just another event for me. It’s my moment to show the world that Miles Kasey isn’t just potential – he’s the real deal. I’m not just here to participate, I’m here to dominate. I’m here to make a statement. And that statement is that I am ready to take my place among the elite in SCW.

So, Kris, bring your best. Bring the Miracle. Because when that bell rings, you’re going to see a Miles Kasey you’ve never seen before. You’re going to see the man who’s ready to turn all that potential into reality.

I respect you, Kris. But come Summer XXXtreme, respect is going to be the last thing on my mind. I’m coming for a fight, and I’m coming to win.

See you in the ring, Miracle."