Post by Avery Miles III on Jul 19, 2016 19:37:05 GMT -5
048 * Establishing a Legacy
Scene 001 - A New Home - Indio, California - July 14th, 2016
Avery drives his SUV as Taylor sits in the passenger seat and Brooklyn is passed out in the car seat in the back. They pass a sign indicating that they are back in Indio.
“Back home, Tay.”
He squeezes her hand knowing just how excited she is going to be.
“You ready to see where we are going to be living?”
She chuckles.
“You're just like a big kid when you get these ideas in your head. It's sweet. Compared to how you were two months ago, it's nice to see.”
“What do you mean a two months ago?”
He looks at her as he turns down Main Street.
“When I came to you for help. You had just gone through so much.”
“Yeah. It feels like so much longer. I guess I’ve just been concentrating on positive things though.”
He smiles as they start to approach the neighborhood that Taylor actually lived in, as she begins to take notice.
“Avery... There is exactly one house on this block that would be considered a mansion and it's only here because my father bought the 5 acres and had it custom built...”
He smiles at her as they pull down the street to see a realty sign in front of the house that she grew up in, with ‘SOLD’ stamped over it. Avery slows down and pulls into the driveway. The house definitely needs a paint job and looks to have been neglected some over the past few years, but it still stands.
“Taylor… we’re home.”
Taylor stares for a few minutes at the house. The last time she had been here, had been when she'd said goodbye to Zoe & Avery. When her Grandmother had looked at the house and shook her head with disgust. Now it was obvious it had once again been lost to foreclosure. The windows were boarded up, the double front doors which had once been pristine and white were now painted an ugly shade of grape. The gardens which had once been her mother's pride were nothing but tangled weeds and overgrown bushes. The rose bushes were hacked down to stumps, however.
The grass was burnt by the hot sunny days, and what must have been months of neglect. Even the cobblestone driveway they had pulled in on was broken up in places, weeds filling the gaps. The other thing she noticed was the multiple mailboxes. She turns to Avery.
“Did they turn this into a duplex?”
She feels like she's going to be sick, she had helped her father design this house. The idea that someone would change one of the few good memories she had left hit her hard.
“We have some work to get done, but I am sure that we can fixed this place up. I have no clue what they did to it. It was a pretty fast sale. For the deal that I got, I was able to get some extra money to get some stuff fixed up pretty quickly. We can move in anytime, and we just would relist the Vegas house. You DO want to move back here, right?”
He hopes that he didn’t make a stupid decision.
She stares at the house, not sure what to say. She doesn't say a word, only gets out of the car, thankful that Brooklyn was spending the afternoon with her new grandparents. They had dropped Brooklyn off ahead of time. She moves to stand at the foot of the stairs, looking up at the house.
Avery gets out of the car and follows her.
“Tay… you okay babe?”
She hasn’t said much, and it worries him.
“I don't know what to say.”
She slips her hands into the back pockets of her jeans. She turns to Avery, a half smile on her face.
“You bought my old house... How did you even know it was for sale again?”
“I was thinking about moving back home some, was bored so I checked the market and when I saw this, I could not believe it. I mean, just wow. Let me show you something.”
He takes her by the arm and leads her to the old tree in the backyard, Feeling around, he finally finds it. Into the tree, they carved… “AM + TD”.
“I remember when we did this...”
She runs her fingers over it, her eyes welling with tears.
He comes up behind her, wrapping his arms around her.
“It’s okay Tay, if you are not comfortable being here. I can retract the sale. I had a 30 day window. I just thought you would love it. I am sorry. Please don’t cry baby.”
He tries to comfort her. She leans back into him.
“Despite the way my Father earned the money to build this house, it was still my home and it was stolen from me. You didn't do anything wrong Ave. I want to make good memories here.”
“You know, I sat in your empty room so many times after you had moved. It became sort of a thing for me. Until another family eventually moved in.”
He places his chin on her shoulder, and kisses her cheek.
“I would sometimes just be there for hours. Listening to music. And just remembering us.”
She turns her head to look at him.
“Oh Avery. If only things hadn't happened the way they had. You know it wasn't even that my Dad went to prison, it was my mom killing herself.”
She quickly glances to the side where the inground pool used to be, long since filled in and now a rather sad stretch of more burnt yellow grass. The morning that her and Avery had found her floating there was still burnt into her memories.
“I wish I could have protected you from that. I am so sorry. This was stupid. So many bad memories here. I am sorry. We will stay in Vegas. Or wherever you want to live.”
He turns her around and holds her close.
“I am so sorry, Taylor.”
“No. Avery. I don’t believe in ghosts or any of that. We start fresh, we gut everything, we start brand new. Thank you.”
She gets on tiptoes to kiss him.
He kisses her back.
“You sure?”
He thought it was a great idea, but didn’t realize some of the negative that came with the house.
“Yes. I'm sure.”
She smiles.
“Let's take our time making it perfect, my mother had horrible decorating ability and judging by the outside, so did the other people that lived here.”
“Sounds good. We have some time, so we can work on this house while still living in Vegas. How does that sound?”
He smiles at her.
“We should head back over to my parents; they want to get lunch.”
“Yes... Yes of course.”
She takes his hand.
The two of them head towards the car and head over to his parents house.
Scene 002 - The Miles Home - Henderson, Nevada - July 19th, 2016
*We open back up into the Miles Home outside of Vegas. Renovations begin this weekend on their new home back in California, but for now Avery concentrates on the upcoming matches in his future. A week from Saturday, Avery takes on Koro… The Russian Concussion. Avery lounges out in a chair near the pool. Brooklyn is playing in a nearby sandbox as Taylor is inside of the house. Avery keeps an eye on his daughter as he pulls out his phone to record*
What is a Legacy? Well often it is heritage… pedigree… tradition handed down from one to another. In my family, our legacy is tied to the wrestling world; both amateur and professional. My father. His father before him. And one day, I hope to have the Miles’ Legacy continued. It might be Brooklyn, or who knows. Maybe one day Taylor could become part of that legacy? All that I know is that right now the legacy sits with me. Avery Jayson Miles III. And that legacy is not limited to just my family, but to the Marquee Division. This division has suffered a series of people trading the belt back and forth, not unlike the Five Lakes Championship. That title was saved by people like Hayden Phoenix, Karin James, Kenzie Rydell, and Ashleigh Grimes. This title? Levi started the legacy, and I will continue it. I plan on becoming the best ever at it, and when I help to establish its legacy, I know that my time to move back into the Five Lakes Division will come. But for now, this is where I stand. The Marquee Division is one that I intended on leading and I make it come true. And I am a better man because of it. Holding the most defenses, and soon, the longest reign. I have started what will become a tremendous legacy for the Marquee Title, and I intend on continuing it as long as I can. Knowing that I am putting forth every possible effort possible to keep the belt, when I am beaten for the title I know that the next man or woman champion will be a great talent.
*Avery takes a drink of some tea that he has in a glass next to him*
On the next Vendetta, I face Koro. He has called himself the Russian Concussion. He has picked up one win, a couple of losses, and last week he and Xian Long were eliminated by the Angelz of Destruction. Gray Malone was part of that assault. I know that Gray is gunning for me and my title, but he has to wait his turn and earn it like everyone else. For Koro, he has a huge shot here, but one that no one else has been able to succeed on as long as I have been champion. I have beat everyone that Mr. Scott has thrown in front of me, and I do not plan on that changing anytime soon. Koro is a beast of a fighter, but I know just how to use my given talents and trained skills to allow my speed and agility to work against him. I have not gotten to where I am without fighting big men that were larger, stronger, or more powerful than me. At the same time, I know where my own weaknesses are at and how to best minimize them. I hope that Koro comes out swinging against me because I don’t want to continue this legacy without a proper fight. So speak up Koro.
*Avery ends the recording we fade to black*
Avery Miles III
Scene 001 - A New Home - Indio, California - July 14th, 2016
Avery drives his SUV as Taylor sits in the passenger seat and Brooklyn is passed out in the car seat in the back. They pass a sign indicating that they are back in Indio.
“Back home, Tay.”
He squeezes her hand knowing just how excited she is going to be.
“You ready to see where we are going to be living?”
She chuckles.
“You're just like a big kid when you get these ideas in your head. It's sweet. Compared to how you were two months ago, it's nice to see.”
“What do you mean a two months ago?”
He looks at her as he turns down Main Street.
“When I came to you for help. You had just gone through so much.”
“Yeah. It feels like so much longer. I guess I’ve just been concentrating on positive things though.”
He smiles as they start to approach the neighborhood that Taylor actually lived in, as she begins to take notice.
“Avery... There is exactly one house on this block that would be considered a mansion and it's only here because my father bought the 5 acres and had it custom built...”
He smiles at her as they pull down the street to see a realty sign in front of the house that she grew up in, with ‘SOLD’ stamped over it. Avery slows down and pulls into the driveway. The house definitely needs a paint job and looks to have been neglected some over the past few years, but it still stands.
“Taylor… we’re home.”
Taylor stares for a few minutes at the house. The last time she had been here, had been when she'd said goodbye to Zoe & Avery. When her Grandmother had looked at the house and shook her head with disgust. Now it was obvious it had once again been lost to foreclosure. The windows were boarded up, the double front doors which had once been pristine and white were now painted an ugly shade of grape. The gardens which had once been her mother's pride were nothing but tangled weeds and overgrown bushes. The rose bushes were hacked down to stumps, however.
The grass was burnt by the hot sunny days, and what must have been months of neglect. Even the cobblestone driveway they had pulled in on was broken up in places, weeds filling the gaps. The other thing she noticed was the multiple mailboxes. She turns to Avery.
“Did they turn this into a duplex?”
She feels like she's going to be sick, she had helped her father design this house. The idea that someone would change one of the few good memories she had left hit her hard.
“We have some work to get done, but I am sure that we can fixed this place up. I have no clue what they did to it. It was a pretty fast sale. For the deal that I got, I was able to get some extra money to get some stuff fixed up pretty quickly. We can move in anytime, and we just would relist the Vegas house. You DO want to move back here, right?”
He hopes that he didn’t make a stupid decision.
She stares at the house, not sure what to say. She doesn't say a word, only gets out of the car, thankful that Brooklyn was spending the afternoon with her new grandparents. They had dropped Brooklyn off ahead of time. She moves to stand at the foot of the stairs, looking up at the house.
Avery gets out of the car and follows her.
“Tay… you okay babe?”
She hasn’t said much, and it worries him.
“I don't know what to say.”
She slips her hands into the back pockets of her jeans. She turns to Avery, a half smile on her face.
“You bought my old house... How did you even know it was for sale again?”
“I was thinking about moving back home some, was bored so I checked the market and when I saw this, I could not believe it. I mean, just wow. Let me show you something.”
He takes her by the arm and leads her to the old tree in the backyard, Feeling around, he finally finds it. Into the tree, they carved… “AM + TD”.
“I remember when we did this...”
She runs her fingers over it, her eyes welling with tears.
He comes up behind her, wrapping his arms around her.
“It’s okay Tay, if you are not comfortable being here. I can retract the sale. I had a 30 day window. I just thought you would love it. I am sorry. Please don’t cry baby.”
He tries to comfort her. She leans back into him.
“Despite the way my Father earned the money to build this house, it was still my home and it was stolen from me. You didn't do anything wrong Ave. I want to make good memories here.”
“You know, I sat in your empty room so many times after you had moved. It became sort of a thing for me. Until another family eventually moved in.”
He places his chin on her shoulder, and kisses her cheek.
“I would sometimes just be there for hours. Listening to music. And just remembering us.”
She turns her head to look at him.
“Oh Avery. If only things hadn't happened the way they had. You know it wasn't even that my Dad went to prison, it was my mom killing herself.”
She quickly glances to the side where the inground pool used to be, long since filled in and now a rather sad stretch of more burnt yellow grass. The morning that her and Avery had found her floating there was still burnt into her memories.
“I wish I could have protected you from that. I am so sorry. This was stupid. So many bad memories here. I am sorry. We will stay in Vegas. Or wherever you want to live.”
He turns her around and holds her close.
“I am so sorry, Taylor.”
“No. Avery. I don’t believe in ghosts or any of that. We start fresh, we gut everything, we start brand new. Thank you.”
She gets on tiptoes to kiss him.
He kisses her back.
“You sure?”
He thought it was a great idea, but didn’t realize some of the negative that came with the house.
“Yes. I'm sure.”
She smiles.
“Let's take our time making it perfect, my mother had horrible decorating ability and judging by the outside, so did the other people that lived here.”
“Sounds good. We have some time, so we can work on this house while still living in Vegas. How does that sound?”
He smiles at her.
“We should head back over to my parents; they want to get lunch.”
“Yes... Yes of course.”
She takes his hand.
The two of them head towards the car and head over to his parents house.
Scene 002 - The Miles Home - Henderson, Nevada - July 19th, 2016
*We open back up into the Miles Home outside of Vegas. Renovations begin this weekend on their new home back in California, but for now Avery concentrates on the upcoming matches in his future. A week from Saturday, Avery takes on Koro… The Russian Concussion. Avery lounges out in a chair near the pool. Brooklyn is playing in a nearby sandbox as Taylor is inside of the house. Avery keeps an eye on his daughter as he pulls out his phone to record*
What is a Legacy? Well often it is heritage… pedigree… tradition handed down from one to another. In my family, our legacy is tied to the wrestling world; both amateur and professional. My father. His father before him. And one day, I hope to have the Miles’ Legacy continued. It might be Brooklyn, or who knows. Maybe one day Taylor could become part of that legacy? All that I know is that right now the legacy sits with me. Avery Jayson Miles III. And that legacy is not limited to just my family, but to the Marquee Division. This division has suffered a series of people trading the belt back and forth, not unlike the Five Lakes Championship. That title was saved by people like Hayden Phoenix, Karin James, Kenzie Rydell, and Ashleigh Grimes. This title? Levi started the legacy, and I will continue it. I plan on becoming the best ever at it, and when I help to establish its legacy, I know that my time to move back into the Five Lakes Division will come. But for now, this is where I stand. The Marquee Division is one that I intended on leading and I make it come true. And I am a better man because of it. Holding the most defenses, and soon, the longest reign. I have started what will become a tremendous legacy for the Marquee Title, and I intend on continuing it as long as I can. Knowing that I am putting forth every possible effort possible to keep the belt, when I am beaten for the title I know that the next man or woman champion will be a great talent.
*Avery takes a drink of some tea that he has in a glass next to him*
On the next Vendetta, I face Koro. He has called himself the Russian Concussion. He has picked up one win, a couple of losses, and last week he and Xian Long were eliminated by the Angelz of Destruction. Gray Malone was part of that assault. I know that Gray is gunning for me and my title, but he has to wait his turn and earn it like everyone else. For Koro, he has a huge shot here, but one that no one else has been able to succeed on as long as I have been champion. I have beat everyone that Mr. Scott has thrown in front of me, and I do not plan on that changing anytime soon. Koro is a beast of a fighter, but I know just how to use my given talents and trained skills to allow my speed and agility to work against him. I have not gotten to where I am without fighting big men that were larger, stronger, or more powerful than me. At the same time, I know where my own weaknesses are at and how to best minimize them. I hope that Koro comes out swinging against me because I don’t want to continue this legacy without a proper fight. So speak up Koro.
*Avery ends the recording we fade to black*
Avery Miles III