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Post by Laura Phoenix - HBIC on Nov 13, 2020 1:52:03 GMT -5
PWS: Apex Presents: Tuesday Night RiotTuesday November 24th, 2020Live from the NEW PWS ArenaNew York, NYMain EventSingles MatchMiles Kasey vs. Richard RiderIf Kasey wins, he takes Rider’s spot as Morgan Bakers’ partner and one half of the tag champsCard is Subject to ChangeRPs are Due by Sunday, November 22, 2020 at 11:59pm EasternMinimum is 300Maximum is 5000Segments are Due by Monday, November 23, 2020 at 11:59pm Eastern
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Post by Miles Kasey on Nov 22, 2020 23:51:15 GMT -5
Shake it off. You did it. Now....you are on the right path.
Las Vegas, NV
High Stakes had to be a thing, it was something that had to be done. It’s been a long ass couple of months and with all the bullshit going on, he had to get back on that horse. So his return to SCW was a thing...but now...
Miles showered, cleaned up....still some glitter in his hair thanks to Candy and her dumping a whole bucket on him. But he couldn’t help but smile a little bit. Not victorious but he felt like he won nonetheless.
“OI MILO! Ya not stickin around?” said a stage hand wrapping up following the show.
Milo just shrugs, “Sorry guys, I have a promise to keep back in New York. I’ll see you assholes in a couple weeks!”
“Welcome back!” says another random stage hand as he heads towards the door.
“Thanks mate.” he gives everyone one final wave before heading out into the parking lot where there is an Uber awaiting him, “Miles Kasey?”
“That’s me. Eric, right? Thanks for the ride.”
“Course, thanks for the tip ya left already.”
Miles laughs as he loads his bags into the car and then something catches his eye, he looks across the way and blinks before his eyes go wide and there stands Nessa for a moment...before a bus passes by and just as fast as she’s there, she’s gone. He looks around for a moment to make sure he didn’t see things. “What the....”
“Mr. Kasey? Everything alright?”
“Hmm? Yeah, just thought I saw...nevermind. To the airport, Eric.”
Miles throws his mask on before climbing into the car. He does another quick glance around before the car takes off onto the Vegas streets.
“Where are you heading?”
“Back to New York. Have to help a young lady to get rid of a piece of shit that she got wrangled with.” he says with a smirk on his face.
“Oh for PWS?”
Miles seems distracted for a moment before shaking his head, “Yeah. Can you do me a solid? Stop at a store real quick? Wanna get something for the trip back.”
“Sure thing, dude.”
“Thanks.”
Miles sits back and takes a deep breath....
Why the fuck was she there?
Up Up and Away
Back in the air...he was left to himself...the stop at the store was a couple burgers and a bottle of Jack Daniels. Which is now half gone.
“Mr. Kasey, we’ll be landing in New York in about 3 hours. Feel free to use the bedroom if you need to rest and we’ll have someone wake you when we land.”
“I’m good...” Miles slurs rather loudly in mid-air, before taking another rather large slug from the bottle. “Cheers, mate. I’d offer ya a drink but...yeah..”
“It’s appreciated though. If you need something else to eat with that, the fridge is stocked.”
“Ta.” he cheers before taking another drink.
Miles looks over and just rolls his eyes...he didn’t feel like being sober was a thing. He felt really good following his match and then like some fucking ghost...
“GOD DAMMIT! Why was she there???” he sighs heavily. “Get the fuckin’ woman out of your head, Milo....you have bigger fish to fuckin fry.”
He holds up the bottle and shakes his head, “Get it together you jackass. She’s the one that disappeared. She’s a fucking ghost. But yet there she was....what was she trying to do? Seriously, was she actually there or did I get hit in the fuckin head...was she a figment of my wild imagination? I don’t know...but that was bullshit. I was fine. I was getting better....and now this?”
“Before I go back to New York, before I face Dickie fuckin’ Rider and save sweet Morgan from having to put up with that egotistical pile of shit. And OH, I owe that bitch a few. Mind you...when I started screwing with him originally, keeping him from taking on Lachlan all those weeks ago, I did it...just because I was BORED. This guy walks around like his shit did not stink at all...or that he was even completely full of shit. I proved that otherwise.”
Miles snickers and shrugs rather arrogantly, “Harmless prank, helped him drop a couple of unwanted pounds in the process....and then, he goes and spoils it...cost me my return match. I was willing to let that shit go. Mind you, I was tempted to throw him in a trash compactor and be done with him once and for all after accidentally leaning on the button....I KNOW THAT IS A GRIM THING TO SAY but I have never in my life wanted to play Casey Jones so much in my life then at that particular moment.”
He goes to take another drink but stops himself, “That feelin’ got even stronger 2 weeks ago when I sat off to the side, I was thinking of ways to get back at him and then I watched the way he treated his tag team partner.“ he leans forward and you can see how he’s thinking about it, “The very tiny young woman that MADE him a fucking champion...and he treated her like she wasn’t even worthy of carrying in his bags. Morgan Baker, still new, still green...in the biggest moment of her young career and this fucking asshole acts like he did it all. He didn’t even let her be happy about it.”
“You DICK, made Morgan cry and made her regret what her hard work did for YOU. How egotistical do you actually have to be to make her feel like that?” Miles sniffs loudly and his blue-green eyes blazing now, even through the alcohol induced haze, “That’s what this is about...I’m out to teach you, a VET of this business despite how PATHETIC you are, that you less than dirt. You don’t deserve a partner like Morgan. You don’t deserve to wear that tag strap.”
He slams the bottle down and stands up, wobbling just a little bit but he rolls his shoulders back and snarls, “So I’m gonna beat respect into your ass, I’m gonna make you my bitch. I’m gonna make you cry far worse than when you found yourself on the shitter for the better part of 2 hours. And I’m going to take that Tag Team Championship from you and give that sweet young woman a partner that she can actually depend on. And you will be back to kissing Miss Puppies’ ass and back to the bottom of the card where you fuckin’ belong.”
He begins to walk towards the bedroom, “See you in New York, pretty boy.”
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Post by Richard Rider on Nov 22, 2020 23:56:02 GMT -5
(The scene opens up inside of a rather plain looking room. There was minimal furniture, a potted plant in the corner, a couch up against a wall, a chair that matched along the other side, facing the couch directly, and a coffee table in the middle. The room looked to be separated across the table with a thick, clear plastic. Thank you, Covid-19. From the other end of the room walked in two people. One was Richard Rider, wearing his typical over the top and flashy clothing, and of course, the beautiful masks we all have to wear right now. He was followed by a woman who appeared to be roughly mid 30’s, wearing a pants suit and also a mask of her own. She directs Rider to the couch and she goes to the chair.)
Woman: Richard, now that we are separated by the plastic and it is just us, you may remove your mask for the session.
(She sat in the chair, and he sat on the couch. He takes off his mask and puts it in his pocket.)
Woman: So. What brings you here today, Richard?
Richard: I … well I was in a traumatic event not that long ago and my friends feel it was a good idea for me to speak to a professional.
(He began to choke up on his words a little bit. The therapist wrote in her notebook a little.)
Woman: Ok. Please, tell me what happened.
Richard: Well… it all started… oh man it’s just so hard…
Woman: If you need tissues, there are a few individual packs on the table.
Richard: Thank you, but I’m ok. It’s just so hard to talk about.
(He took a deep breath and laid down on the couch before continuing.)
Richard: So it all started a few weeks ago when I had a match. It was a tag team match for the Tag Team Titles, and I got teamed with the little thorn in my side, Miss Rookie herself, Morgan Baker. We were the underdogs. No one thought we stood a chance at winning. And that hurt. It cut me real deep.
(He sniffed a little, really trying to play up the sympathy angle.)
Richard: And we did it! We won! Well, I won. She just kinda tagged along. But it’s ok. Because I am all about charity and giving back. She needed this. So, sure, she can ride my coat tails for a little while. What harm could it do? And then… last week…
(He took in a deep breath and reached for the packet of tissues, and then blowing his nose)
Woman: It’s ok. There is no rush.
Richard: And then… we were doing an interview and she tried to take all the credit for our tag team success!
Woman: And how did that make you feel?
Richard: Like a piece of meat! I felt so used. I helped her win her very first title, and she wanted all the credit. Like she was just going to drop me like a stone when she was finished with these tag belts. Leave me high and dry! And then… this other guy, Miles, decides to get involved and he… well… what he did to me was so horrible! He…
(Rider reached up and touched his hair, as if checking if any had been cut off.)
Richard: It was unspeakable… and now I have to go out there and defend my half of our belts against him. It’s just… it’s not right. Where’s the justice!
Woman: That sounds horrible. But how does that make you feel?
(Rider looked at her with a shocked expression.)
Richard: My friend was right… you guys are quacks!
(He threw down his tissue, put on his mask, and stormed out. Sending the show to black.)
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