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Post by Laura Phoenix - HBIC on May 29, 2021 18:36:33 GMT -5
PWS: APEX Presents RIOT Tuesday, June 8th, 2021 LIVE from PWS Arena in New York, NY
Singles Match Tyson Sykes vs. Miles Kasey
Roleplays are due Sunday, June 6th at 11:59PM Eastern Minimum 300 Maximum 5000
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Post by sykes on Jun 5, 2021 15:07:30 GMT -5
(The scene opens with a shot of a dark room, lit only by a single dim light bulb. It's very reminiscent, if not entirely the same, of the room we saw Sykes speak in last week. Staring at the ground he shakes his head, before slowly looking up with a hateful glare at the camera.)
SYKES: Things never go as you plan, you know? When I started here months ago, my head wasn't really in the game. You go back and listen to my first couple interviews, my promo after my first match... it's just a young kid way over his head trying to make a bunch of people believe he's something that he wasn't. Hell, not much has changed. I'm still trying to break through the wall of darlings in the PWS locker room, get people to actually look away from a mirror long enough to notice someone other than themselves. But the biggest difference? I'm focused up.
I know most of you probably think I've flown off the hinges the last few months, especially with all the shit with Chaz, but I can assure you that I am living in a clarity that I haven't been in for years. My entire life has been flying by the seat of my pants, floundering and just faking it til I make it, but now I've finally made it. With my brothers in ANTITHESIS by my side, I've finally been able to put things into perspective, and prioritize the things that are truly important in my life. You know what I find important? Accomplishing my goals. Doing what I've said I'm going to do. Finishing what I start.
Chaz, we are far, far from finished. But you know that.
This week? I'm going one on one with a man who hasn't been seen since Destination Next when he, quite literally, disappeared. Miles Kasey.
Now Miles... wherever the hell you are, stay there. I don't wish ill upon you, no more than I do anybody else. I don't hope you're trapped somewhere. I don't hope you're being held against your will, or any weird kidnappy shit like that. But frankly, whatever happened to you at Destiny, wherever you ended up... Stay there one more week man. I hate to sound like a broken record, but this is not a Tyson Sykes you want to be in the ring with. On any given day, while still the most dangerous fighter in the wrestling industry today... I like a game of cat and mouse. I'm never looking for the easy win, it's like a workout. I want to feel it the next day, I want to know I accomplished something. But this week man? There's no cat and mouse... it's going to be a mouse trap. Cuz if you show up? And you put that pretty-boy head of yours close to me?
I'm taking it clean off your shoulders.
(Sykes snarls, shaking his head.)
SYKES: I'm not in the mood to play games... I'm not in the mood to look for a fight. I'm in the mood for inflicting punishment. I'm in the mood for hurting anyone who wants to step into, or gets placed in front of, my path to Chaz Holiday. Is that your fault Miles? Absolutely not. Will you be the victim of circumstance, and be the target of those wants and desires of mine? Absolutely. Wrong place wrong time is real. We talk a lot about Collateral Damage, especially with my ANTITHESIS brother holding the championship adorned with that moniker, but this time it's for real Miles. I don't want to hurt you... but I will if you're stupid enough to show your face at Riot.
You had a hell of a run before your 'disappearance' during the Destination Next match Miles. In fact, you and I have a lot in common right now. We both have a rightful claim to that briefcase that the airheaded Mike Hawk walked out with. I'm man enough to admit that you looked posed to take that briefcase before you were taken out, and there's no doubts in any bodies mind that I'd already be Heavyweight Champion as we speak if Chaz hadn't stolen that from me too. The difference is this. I don't know if you have it in you to do anything about it Miles.
I've watched you since your arrival in Apex, and while you're a damn fine athlete and have some killer ability, I don't think you got the sack on ya to truly make whoever did that to you pay. I don't forsee Miles Kasey having any knock down, drag out fights with anybody anytime soon. But me? Heh, if you've been watching you know that's where we differ.
Chaz Holiday, knows that's where we differ.
Last week was just the beginning for Chaz. A reminder if you will, that I will stop at nothing to make him understand the gravity of what he's done, and suffer the consequences of those actions. I'm not a man to fuck with Chaz, and you went and fucked with me anyways. So what ends up happening to you? That's on your hands. And everything in between? That's on you too.
What I do to anybody who looks at me sideways, or happens to be in my way? That's Chaz Holiday's fault. What I do to anybody when I feel like making a statement? That's Chaz Holiday's fault. What I do... to Miles Kasey... if he's able to step into that ring with me come Riot? That's Chaz Holiday's fault.
If you think it's been difficult before now considering I have one of the best records goin' in Apex, y'all gonna need to invest in a calculator soon.
Because of Chaz Holiday? It'll be impossible to count the bodies I'm going to leave in my wake.
(Sykes let's his stare... his empty yet endless stare linger on the camera, before slowly blowing out the candle and ending the scene in darkness.)
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Post by Miles Kasey on Jun 6, 2021 22:54:51 GMT -5
Wolfslair Gym Earlier This Week
“GET UP, KASEY!” roared Austin James Mercer, senior member of Wolfslair and all around ass-kicker.
Miles had been working with him in the ring to prepare for his match in SCW but in a way, he was also preparing himself for his other match against Jonathan Sykes. Either way, he was out to prove a point this week and apparently getting his ass kicked by Mercer was all apart of a bigger plan.
“Today Milo” his deep voice rolled through. This man was a football player, a greco-wrestler....and practically God-like in stature. Miles meanwhile is dripping in sweat, catching his breath in the corner.
There was no quit, he knew that he couldn’t do that to these guys. They opened their doors to him, he wasn’t about to take a powder. He knew everyone watching him, so if it took him getting his ass constantly fucking handed to him by this mountain of a man...then so be it.
Pulling himself to a vertical base, Miles ripped off his shirt that he was wearing, wipes his face down with it. “Alright, again.” he says, tossing it off to the side.
“You got a set on ya kid. This time, sweep the leg on that pass. Chop the tree...” Miles does just that, causing Austin to lose balance. “That’s it. Now...”
Suddenly the screen is fast forwarding.
“WAIT! STOP! What the hell are you doing?” a familiar female British voice calls out.
You can hear Miles snicker, “Getting through this part.”
“But I wanna watch the training session with Austin!” that voice is a little more familiar now.
“No, you wanna drool over me getting my ass kicked by Austin. There’s a difference.”
“MILO! COME ON!” Miles sighs as he looks at his New York roommate, the youngster Morgan Baker, who is just about to come off her rehab and get back into the ring. “I am so jealous of you getting this type of training with Wolfslair and still training at the PWS Compound.”
“Well thankfully, Cameron went and got pregnant...she still watches me like a damn hawk though. She may give birth to that boy there in the gym.” Miles sets back and hits a button on the remote to start the feed again.
“Probably. She is dedicated to this business. Like you.” Morgan says, poking Miles in the face right in the dimple.
Miles swipes her hand away and looks at her, “Well I didn’t have these chances until I moved over here, but to help you Callie out...”
Morgan groans, “UGH! I can’t wait til I get out of this Physical Therapy crap! I miss being back in the ring.”
Miles reaches out and grabs her hand, “Hey! Don’t rush it. You’ll get back soon enough and then we can do the team up thing again if you want.”
“Maybe.” Morgan smiles before she realizes how late in the day it is, “...shit. What time is it?”
Laughter fills the air as he pulls his phone out, before showing it to her he states, “Time for you to get a watch”
Morgan pushes him on the side of the head at the horrible dad joke, “Har har, I gotta go. Don’t mope too much while I’m gone.” she hops up and grabs her keys, mask and a mini-wallet she carries around.
“No promises.” he says not even looking at her leaving. He sighs and pushes a button rather irritated, rewatching over the match he had at SCW. That’s not about this....this is something else.
He turns off the TV before junking the remote to the side. “Dammit...”
Frustrated, he gets up off his couch, grabbing his bag.
Off to the gym he goes.
Running the drills by himself has become common practice at times. Sure he could have easily called up Lachlan Kane but he needed to work out some frustrations instead of someone trying to talk him off the ledge. He needed to make a leap.
Was he a wolf?
Was he a pirate?
The drill always finishes the same, the flip off the rope.
The superhero landing. That same one he once told Levi Russow was a pain on the knees.
It doesn’t hurt him anymore.
Standing up, the sweat dripping off his nose, catching his breath, he smirks.
“I don’t know what the hell it is about you, Sykes. Something about you just....you feel so God damn familiar and yet you a completely different type of fucking asshole.”
Looking up, he blue green eyes blink, his face blank of expression, “Over the last couple of months in my career, I have had people give up, disappear, fuck with my head and instead of being concerned about what I should have been, I have to walk back in and deal with assholes like you who think it’s just fine to shit all over legacy.”
The expression changes, the determination stands there strong, “Yeah, I’m coming in hot for a fucking fight, and honestly, MATE....no matter how bad you plan on beatin my ass with your shit ass attitude, I’m gonna make sure that you know just who the fuck I am.”
“I’m not Chaz Holiday. I’m a different breed.”
“Blood lust, brooding. A Wolf and A Pirate.”
Back to the meaning Of wolf and man, yeah
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