Ranting, Joey Miles Style

Subject: Ranting, Joey Miles Style Sun Jul 24, 2016 8:33 am

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Location: Miami, Florida
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March thirteenth, two thousand and twelve. Joey's flight to Los Angeles leaves in just over an hour, but in typical Miles fashion, he's not in much of a rush. Instead of getting everything ready to leave, Joey's seated on his couch, watching reruns of The Rugrats and enjoying it way more than any adult should. A series of knocks is heard on Joey's door and, with an annoyed grunt, he pulls himself off of his couch and answers it. Joey opens the door and his eyes open wide with surprise at who he sees standing in front of him. After a brief and very awkward silence, he speaks.

Joey Miles: "Uh-uhhh, hey dad."

Richard Miles in the flesh. Joey's father, who he hadn't seen in years, shakes his head at the reaction he just received.

Richard Miles: "Are you gonna invite me in or do I have to stand out here in this blistering hot inferno?"

Joey Miles: "Oh, ye-yeah, come in, dad."

Joey steps aside so his father can enter his house. Instantly, Richard notices The Rugrats and sighs.

Richard Miles: "A grown ass kid, Jesus Christ. Get me a drink, Joseph."

Richard's impolite demand is responded with a simple nervous nod from Joey, who heads into his kitchen to get his father something to drink. Richard takes a seat on the couch and props his feet up on Joey's table to get comfortable. Joey returns from the kitchen and hands his dad a cold Bud Light, much to his annoyance.

Richard Miles: "Of course you drink this crap. Ugh."

Joey, seemingly unaware of just how rude his father's being, takes a seat next to him on the couch. His dad takes a big chug of the Bud Light that he doesn't like and then looks at Joey.

Richard Miles: "This is an, uhh, a nice place you got here. I guess. Still no wife?"

Joey Miles: "No, dad."

Richard Miles: "Figures. Look, I'll cut the shit and get straight to the chase. I know I haven't seen you in a while and I'm sorry about that, or whatever, but I need some money."

A look of concern immediately crosses Joey's face.

Joey Miles: "Why? Is something happening?"

Richard Miles: "Uhhh, yeah. I got a gambling problem. I'm in debt, Joseph. I owe these guys some money. It's a bad situation."

Joey Miles: "How much do you owe?"

Richard Miles: "Shit, I don't know, what? Fifty grand? I think it's about that."

The concern is still etched into Joey's brain as he appears completely unaware of the obvious lying his father's doing to get some money out of him.

Joey Miles: "I don't have fifty grand right now, dad."

Richard Miles: "What do you mean? Of course you do. Doesn't that wrestling company pay you way more money than you're worth to sit behind a table and talk for a few hours each week?"

Joey Miles: "2WWF just closed, dad. I'm out of a job right now."

Richard, confused, looks at Joey.

Richard Miles: "Out of a job? How can you do that shit for ten years and then they just close?"

Joey Miles: "I worked there for seven years, but I don't know, dad. I'm not in charge, I just got the news a few weeks ago."

Richard Miles: "Huh …"

Richard looks around, scoping Joey's place out to see if he has anything expensive, in an attempt to call him on a lie, as if that makes any sense.

Joey Miles: "I'm on my way to Los Angeles today, though, to work on getting a new job."

Richard replies while continuing to scope out Joey's living room.

Richard Miles: "Los Angeles? The hell you got going on out there?"

Joey Miles: "Well, there's this guy from 2WWF, Danny. He has his own wrestling school and he's letting me train there at a discount."

Richard's scoping stops immediately, as he turns his attention right to Joey.

Richard Miles: "Training for fuckin' what?"

Joey Miles: "Uhhh, well, wrestling. That's why it's called a wrestling school."

Richard Miles: "I know why it's called a wrestling school. I'm not fuckin' retarded. Jesus Christ Joseph, what the fuck are you doing?"

Looking confused at his dad's sudden change it tone, Joey quietly responds.

Joey Miles: "I'm gonna learn how to wrestle so I can get a job with a new company."

Richard Miles: "Why the hell can't you just do that talking shit?"

Joey Miles: "Well, I've already had some offers for commentary jobs, but I've been doing that for seven years. I wanna make the leap to wrestling. I've always wanted to wrestle, so I figured now would be as good time as any to, you know-"

Richard Miles: "You were given offers for a job and you turned them down so you can try wrestling? What, is this about Matthew? You wanna be like Matthew now?"

Matthew was Joey's brother, who wrestled for 2WWF under the name Kallus. He passed away following an accident at a house show in 2008, but Kallus was very well liked and respected by his peers for his ability.

Joey Miles: "No, this isn't about Matthew. It's just something I want to do."

Richard Miles: "We can't all do shit we wanna do, Joseph. You can't wrestle! You're not an athlete, Joseph! Do that commentary shit, that's what you're good at, apparently."

Joey Miles: "I know I'm not an athlete now, but that's why I need to train."

Richard abruptly stands up from the couch. Joey slowly stands as well, while he speaks, in a far more timid manner, unusual for Joey.

Richard Miles: "What the fuck is wrong with you, Joseph? You always gotta be the one people are talking about, the big hero. You always tried to steal Matthew's spotlight by yelling and cursing up a storm during his matches and now you wanna try to wrestle?"

Joey Miles: "Dad-"

Richard Miles: "Don't 'dad' me. You know why your mother died so young? It's the stress that came with having to deal with you. You can't do shit like this, Joseph! You gotta let other people do what they're good at and you stick to what you know. You need to stop trying to be something special because you're not."

Joey, unsure how to react right now, begins slumping back into a seated position on the couch as his father continues.

Richard Miles: "We sacrificed so much for you. Your mother and I, even Matthew. He's the one who stuck his neck out for you to get you that job with that company just so you can try to take the spotlight he earned away from him. What do we get? What do - I - get, for all of that sacrificing? You're too selfish to help your own father because you wanna prove you can do what Matthew did, but you can't, son! Matthew was born for it, you were not! You need to realize your place here on this Earth. You can't help your damn dad who sacrificed so much for you, but fuck it, let's go waste money trying to learn how to wrestle! Wake up, son!"

Joey continues to silently watch as his father seemingly picks up right where he left off years ago, the last time he saw him.

Richard Miles: "You know what, Joseph? I'm done. I'm done trying to help you. I did my job as a father. I got you to eighteen, and then some, but you're on your own now. You need to think about your choices and the shit you've done with your life. You need to realize just how much of a failure you are. Maybe then your worthless life will be put into perspective. Until then, don't bother calling me, just like you haven't for the last four years. Bye, Joseph."

With what ended up being Richard's final words to his son, he took off, slamming Joey's door behind him in the process. As for Joey, he just sat there. No words, no expressions. Just sitting in silence as he takes in everything that just happened. Even the television's noise was blocked from his head while his father words repeated to him.

Ranting, Joey Miles Style
Location: Honolulu, Hawaii
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The atmosphere is electric at the Neil S. Blaisdell Center, but even the hot crowd can't be heard this far backstage where Joey Miles stands, staring almost soullessly into a camera. Dressed in black jeans and sneakers, with a Weeknd t-shirt, Joey has something on his mind and he seems intent on sharing.

Joey Miles: "I hate Kenzie Rydell. When I say that I mean just pure, unadulterated hatred. Everyone knows this by now, I'm sure. I don't exactly hide my hatred for her. There are people who question why, though. I mean, we seemed like such good friends a while back, right? We got along very well. Then, one day, something happened. No one knows what, but suddenly, it was different. There was no friendly chatting between us, just me telling her to go kill herself. Why? Why did my opinion on Kenzie do a full one-eighty?"

Joey shakes his head with the most disgust he can muster into an expression.

Joey Miles: "It didn't. I have - always - hated her. Everything about her just pisses me off. She's annoying. She's one of the ugliest fucking women this industry has ever seen and that's including when Ryan Hall was a woman. She can't wrestle, so much so to the point that she's a disgrace to the word wrestling. Everything about her is awful. But, of course, there are those who enable her, those who blatantly lie to her face and tell her she's worth something. Then, she returns the favor by kissing their asses every chance she gets. It's sickening, this whole circle of bullshit. She proved just how worthless she was when she abandoned her partner in NGW to get drunk off her ass and then made an embarrassment of herself in front of Ashleigh Jericho and the world. And she has the audacity to act like she's above me? She spews all her shit about how she's better than me and how she can't wait to shut me up. Do you know what happened when we had a match? I beat her. It's a fact I bring up often because she likes to say she's better than me. If she was better than me, she would've beaten me. But she didn't, did she? No. Just like she won't beat me at Resurgence. She's tried to say I'm afraid to face her, AFTER I challenged her to this match. She's also tried to say I'm gonna be in the hospital after this match is over. No. You don't fucking act like you're tough enough to put someone in a hospital. You don't get to do that because nobody is afraid of you. Nobody takes you seriously, not even those people who enable you. Either they're horny guys who are desperate enough to want to fuck you or they're the same type of fake cunt that you are, always trying to make friends so people don't hate them. You don't scare me or anyone else. Maybe you scare the Adam guy who you fell in love with after a few days of dating, because I haven't heard from him in a while, but he was one of the biggest pussies alive, so that's not an accomplishment."

Joey rolls his eyes at the thought of Adam Sanders and Kenzie's happy time in love. Just the thought of someone he detests as much as Kenzie having any sort of joy in her life sickens him so much.

Joey Miles: "Let me just explain something about this idea that we were, at some point, friends. I don't have friends. I don't want friends. Friends are a distraction. I'm cool with some people, yeah. I get along with some people. But I have no friends and that's by choice. I spend my time with the only company deserving of my time; myself. Well, myself and the many women I don't respect enough to name because they let me do whatever the fuck I want to them. Kinda the same level of desperation you have, but they're actually hot, so it's cool. So no, we were never friends. Even if I did keep friends, we would have never been friends because you're fucking insufferable. You are one of the absolute worst people I have ever met in my entire life. I think I'd probably call you an even bigger waste of life than Brian Stryker. Hey, HKW reference, right? I'll be seeing them again, soon."

With a not-so-subtle wink, Joey continues.

Joey Miles: "But back to the subject at hand. When our match is done and over, Kenzie, I expect something from you. Not a handshake, because that'd require me giving you respect and fuck every ounce of that because you don't deserve any. What I expect from you is some gratitude. I want you to thank me for this match. This is Insurgency's big re-opening and I could've faced someone worth a damn. I could've went into this huge show against a great wrestler, put on a show stealing match and got all of the props and admiration I deserve, but, since you wouldn't shut the fuck up about being better than me, despite me beating you in our only match, I chose you. I gave up my chance of being a part of Insurgency's grand re-opening in memorable fashion to give you an undeserved second chance to beat me. I did that out of the kindness of my heart, so when I'm done kicking your fucking teeth down your fucking throat, I want you to get on your fucking knees in front of me, if you can even move, and I want you to thank me. 'Thank you, Joey Miles'. Give me the gratitude I deserve for wasting this night on you. After that, I don't wanna hear from you again. I don't want my name to come out of your mouth a single time again. I don't want to see my name typed in a Tweet from your dumbass rainbow handle again. You will never speak to me, or about me, again, because you're not above me, I'm above you."

Joey's words begin to move faster as the anger inside of him builds. The genuine disdain he has for Kenzie is clear through his tone.

Joey Miles: "You know, I have to wonder. Are you really heading into this match as confident as you act? Do you honestly believe you can beat me? Or are you counting down the days until you step into the ring with me again, taking moment after moment to head to the nearest bathroom and puke what little brains you have out because you know you can't beat me and you know when I prove that fact to the world, your already low stock is gonna drop even more? I'm the guy who just a few years ago was sitting behind a commentary table, with no actual wrestling training, shouting vulgarities and playing Pokemon instead of calling the matches. Then I stepped into a ring and became an even bigger joke to the world. You know how little of a fuck anyone gave about me? That guy, that fucking guy, is better than you. And when I say that, I don't mean me. I mean who I used to be. I mean me before I took myself serious and became the athlete I am today. THAT GUY is better than you. This guy? This guy is skyscrapers above you."

He points up to add emphasis to his words.

Joey Miles: "You are a failure, not just of a wrestler, but of a human being as well. I know this because I was too. Hell, maybe I'm still a failure of a human being, but as a wrestler? As a wrestler, I'm incredible. I was trained by the best to become the next best. I was just a broken mess when I started, but I was fixed. There's no fixing you. You can try all you want to get better, you can put on this facade like you're actually confident in your abilities, but you know, at the end of the day, you're shit and you're always gonna be shit. Take your little ass accomplishments, that two month title reign in NGW, your Rags 2 Riches victory, you take those and you call that a win. It's not, but call it a win anyway because that's all you're getting. My future in this industry is brighter than your pasty ass skin, but yours is darker than Kaden Kessler's worst enemies. God, I feel filthy for even mentioning him."

Joey is, of course, referencing controversial remarks made by Kaden that sparked outrage over their racism. Evidently, Miles isn't a fan.

Joey Miles: "Now, I'm gonna do something unusual here, Kenzie. See, when a wrestler is about to have a match, he usually wants to keep his opponent guessing on what he's gonna do. It's a smart thing to do, yes? The thing is, I'm not at all threatened by you, so I'm gonna give you a little advantage and I'm gonna tell you exactly what I'm gonna do in our match. I'm gonna out-wrestle you, that part will be the easiest fucking thing I do. I'm gonna kick the shit out of you for a bit, because it's always fun kicking you. Maybe I'll throw a couple elbows in there, maybe a knee or two. Now, in our first encounter, I beat you with a move I adapted from my mentor, Danny Diamond. I kicked you in the throat and took you out for the pin. This time will be different. Do you know what a Koji Clutch is, Kenzie? I would assume not because that's a wrestling move. Well, essentially, it involves me choking the life out of you, legally, until you either pass out or give up. Study it. Prepare yourself for it, because that's how I'm winning. Either you're tapping out or I'm putting you in a fucking coma. And no, I'm not even going to attempt the Boobplex on you again. Those nipples attached to your torso are a disgrace to the move. So, there. Now you know exactly what my game plan is. It's just unfortunate that you still won't be able to beat me because you're just not good enough."

Miles pauses and looks down briefly, letting out a light sigh. He looks back up into the camera and continues.

Joey Miles: "I can't even tell you not to worry and to keep your head up because things will get better for you. They won't. You can try your hardest to make it in this business. You can train every day and really put in the work, but that will never change the fact that you're you. Honestly, I've told you to kill yourself, I've said you're a waste of life, but none of that shit made me feel bad for saying it. But just telling you that you can never change being you ... fuck, even I feel bad for that one, because I know it's true. I know that, for the rest of your miserable life, you have to live with the fact that you're you and that's the worst thing I can say to you."

Joey looks into the camera with an unusual expression for him. It's almost as if he genuinely feels bad for what he just said - almost being the key word there.

Joey Miles: "I'll see you on Sunday, Kenzie. Remember everything I've said here. Get it ingrained into your head. I want you to realize just how much of a fucking failure you are when this is all said and done. Maybe then your worthless life will be put into perspective."

No arrogant smiling. No snickers. No emotion at all. Joey delivers this last line with the utmost sincerity. On July twenty-forth, he's stepping into the ring with Kenzie again and he's ready to prove to her and the world that she's not worth a damn and that he's genuinely better than her. Of course, deep down, he may be trying to prove that to himself.

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