Post by Star Stormz on Apr 14, 2019 20:49:15 GMT -5
The following was posted to PWSAPEX.COM in the hours following the 4/12 edition of Friday Night Riot:
"On the 4/12 edition of Friday Night Riot, due to a technical issue, the scene with Miles Kasey was not shown in it's entirety. We apologize to Miles and the fans for this error. We are posting the entire segment below for your viewing pleasure. We will do our best to not allow this kind of error to happen again. Enjoy, and have a wonderful day. - PWS APEX Management"
The following video was posted to go along with it.
(Scene switches to Miles Kasey looking at his phone inside of Mickey’s Pub, he looks up and shakes his head.)
Miles: ...................someone better bail my ass out. Barkeep! Another round mate!
Patron: Mate?
(A glass slams down to the left of Miles as a muscle bound douchebag stares a hole through the British superstar.)
Patron: Don’t you talk all pretty...mate. Exactly where you from?
(Miles ignores the asshole as the barkeep brings him another drink.)
Bartender: Knock it off Scott. You start shit in here and I’ll toss you out again.
Patron “Scott”: Mind your fucking business Dennis and get me another beer.
Miles: Put it on my tab....mate.
(Miles goes to bring his drink up to his mouth but the guy stops him by snatching the drink from his hand and downing it in one shot. Miles smirks at the guy and motions to the Bartender...)
Dennis the Bartender: Another No. 12 whiskey?
Miles: Make it a double...and put it on my new friend’s tab this time.
Scott: I’ll ask again....where you are from sunshine?
Miles: Not that it’s any of your fucking business....but I’m from England. You want me to be literal? Manchester.
Scott: And where is that? Fairyland? You even here legally...mate?
Miles: You ever hear of the her majesty, the Queen of England? The BBC? Doctor Who? Or do you want a globe thrown at your fathead?
(The bartender brings the drink and hands it directly to Miles.)
Dennis the Bartender: I’m gonna say this shit once, you fight, you go.
Miles: You have nothing to worry about with me. Cheers!
(Miles drops the drink in one shot.)
Scott: I know who you are....you’re that flippy floppy British douchebag from PWS: Apex. 2 matches and you can’t seem to fucking win but my goodness you flip like a damn gymnastics fag. How about you actually do some real fucking fighting instead of trying out for your countries olympic team?
Dennis: Scott....
Miles: You know something Scott....I came in here tonight, with the intent of having a few drinks...maybe picking a fight....but the fight has come to me. Don’t think I haven’t noticed your asshole mates surrounding me as this little tête-à-tête continues on....
Scott: You fuckin french now?
Miles: You fucking asshole Yanks come to me, picking a fight...only thing missing is a damn “Make America Gre-
(Miles glances and sees one of the guys wearing the hat....)
Miles: Never mind....you fucking Yanks, think you own the world, pushing everyone around because the look differently or speak differently...and yeah, I fly quite a bit...but that doesn’t mean I still can’t knock your teeth down your throat and fuck up your little butt buddies in the process. So, in respect to the bartender who has given you several warnings...and thanks for trying...Dennis was it?
(The keep shakes his head yes, preparing for the worst.)
Miles: Well thanks mate...and what I’m about to say does not apply to you....but FUCK YOU, YOU CONSERVATIVE TWAT YANKS AND ANY OTHER YANKEE BITCH THAT THINKS LIKE YOU!
(Miles looks around waiting for a punch to be thrown but nothing comes. So he motions to the bartender for another one and just as he looks away, the main guy tries to sucker punch Miles but as if he feels it coming, Miles quickly ducks and the guy slams into the bar chest first with some extra help with a shove from Kasey.)
Dennis: Oh mother fucker...
(One of the other patrons wraps Miles up in a bar hug in the back but Miles easily breaks free and elbows the guy in the face hard enough where blood spurts almost immediately and the guy drops like a ton of bricks.)
Miles: Is that all you wankers have? Come on....I expected so much more. Here, let me help....MERICA BITCHES!!!!
Scott: You fuckin piece of shit....
Miles: No, you have it wrong my friend. Here...let me try it for you, “You come here, stealin our jobs, fuckin our women and destroying our economy....”
(Miles doesn’t even finish when the guy tackles Miles to the ground and gets in a couple of shots before Miles grabs a beer bottle that was knocked to the floor and hits the guy over the head, shattering it. Miles stands up and just keeps looking at the guy waiting for him to get up before the dude with the broken nose has a chair and hits Miles in the back but...between the rush of the fight and his sheer drunkenness, Miles just looks over his shoulder, adjusts his neck and smiles evilly.)
Miles: Thanks BRO, I needed that.
(And with that Miles just straight punches the guy in the face and he drops like a ton of bricks again. Miles stands over the 2 men and just looks around.)
Miles: Anyone else have issues with the British mother fucker??? HUH?
(No one responds and Miles just walks over to the bar, grabs his drink...throws about....200 down on the counter...chugs his last drink and walks out the door.)
Miles: ....where the fuck is there a taxi in this shit hole town....
"On the 4/12 edition of Friday Night Riot, due to a technical issue, the scene with Miles Kasey was not shown in it's entirety. We apologize to Miles and the fans for this error. We are posting the entire segment below for your viewing pleasure. We will do our best to not allow this kind of error to happen again. Enjoy, and have a wonderful day. - PWS APEX Management"
The following video was posted to go along with it.
(Scene switches to Miles Kasey looking at his phone inside of Mickey’s Pub, he looks up and shakes his head.)
Miles: ...................someone better bail my ass out. Barkeep! Another round mate!
Patron: Mate?
(A glass slams down to the left of Miles as a muscle bound douchebag stares a hole through the British superstar.)
Patron: Don’t you talk all pretty...mate. Exactly where you from?
(Miles ignores the asshole as the barkeep brings him another drink.)
Bartender: Knock it off Scott. You start shit in here and I’ll toss you out again.
Patron “Scott”: Mind your fucking business Dennis and get me another beer.
Miles: Put it on my tab....mate.
(Miles goes to bring his drink up to his mouth but the guy stops him by snatching the drink from his hand and downing it in one shot. Miles smirks at the guy and motions to the Bartender...)
Dennis the Bartender: Another No. 12 whiskey?
Miles: Make it a double...and put it on my new friend’s tab this time.
Scott: I’ll ask again....where you are from sunshine?
Miles: Not that it’s any of your fucking business....but I’m from England. You want me to be literal? Manchester.
Scott: And where is that? Fairyland? You even here legally...mate?
Miles: You ever hear of the her majesty, the Queen of England? The BBC? Doctor Who? Or do you want a globe thrown at your fathead?
(The bartender brings the drink and hands it directly to Miles.)
Dennis the Bartender: I’m gonna say this shit once, you fight, you go.
Miles: You have nothing to worry about with me. Cheers!
(Miles drops the drink in one shot.)
Scott: I know who you are....you’re that flippy floppy British douchebag from PWS: Apex. 2 matches and you can’t seem to fucking win but my goodness you flip like a damn gymnastics fag. How about you actually do some real fucking fighting instead of trying out for your countries olympic team?
Dennis: Scott....
Miles: You know something Scott....I came in here tonight, with the intent of having a few drinks...maybe picking a fight....but the fight has come to me. Don’t think I haven’t noticed your asshole mates surrounding me as this little tête-à-tête continues on....
Scott: You fuckin french now?
Miles: You fucking asshole Yanks come to me, picking a fight...only thing missing is a damn “Make America Gre-
(Miles glances and sees one of the guys wearing the hat....)
Miles: Never mind....you fucking Yanks, think you own the world, pushing everyone around because the look differently or speak differently...and yeah, I fly quite a bit...but that doesn’t mean I still can’t knock your teeth down your throat and fuck up your little butt buddies in the process. So, in respect to the bartender who has given you several warnings...and thanks for trying...Dennis was it?
(The keep shakes his head yes, preparing for the worst.)
Miles: Well thanks mate...and what I’m about to say does not apply to you....but FUCK YOU, YOU CONSERVATIVE TWAT YANKS AND ANY OTHER YANKEE BITCH THAT THINKS LIKE YOU!
(Miles looks around waiting for a punch to be thrown but nothing comes. So he motions to the bartender for another one and just as he looks away, the main guy tries to sucker punch Miles but as if he feels it coming, Miles quickly ducks and the guy slams into the bar chest first with some extra help with a shove from Kasey.)
Dennis: Oh mother fucker...
(One of the other patrons wraps Miles up in a bar hug in the back but Miles easily breaks free and elbows the guy in the face hard enough where blood spurts almost immediately and the guy drops like a ton of bricks.)
Miles: Is that all you wankers have? Come on....I expected so much more. Here, let me help....MERICA BITCHES!!!!
Scott: You fuckin piece of shit....
Miles: No, you have it wrong my friend. Here...let me try it for you, “You come here, stealin our jobs, fuckin our women and destroying our economy....”
(Miles doesn’t even finish when the guy tackles Miles to the ground and gets in a couple of shots before Miles grabs a beer bottle that was knocked to the floor and hits the guy over the head, shattering it. Miles stands up and just keeps looking at the guy waiting for him to get up before the dude with the broken nose has a chair and hits Miles in the back but...between the rush of the fight and his sheer drunkenness, Miles just looks over his shoulder, adjusts his neck and smiles evilly.)
Miles: Thanks BRO, I needed that.
(And with that Miles just straight punches the guy in the face and he drops like a ton of bricks again. Miles stands over the 2 men and just looks around.)
Miles: Anyone else have issues with the British mother fucker??? HUH?
(No one responds and Miles just walks over to the bar, grabs his drink...throws about....200 down on the counter...chugs his last drink and walks out the door.)
Miles: ....where the fuck is there a taxi in this shit hole town....