Post by Peter Vaughn on Nov 8, 2023 15:45:14 GMT -5
~As the picture comes into view, we see a roaring fireplace, burning away in front of us. Well, the fire INSIDE the fireplace is burning. If the fireplace itself went up, we'd be pretty screwed. The camera zooms back, showing Peter Vaughn sitting in one of his favorite chairs, a comfy lounger he picked up for a steal last year. It's got some automatic settings, allowing it to extend outwards to allow for a more satisfying position. Of course, Vaughn has made some modifications to it as well, apparently, as he presses a button on the side, popping a cold bottle of Yellow Rose beer out of the cupholder. He picks it up, popping the top on the edge of his boot, before taking a sip. It's only then that he decides to acknowledge the camera in the room.~
Peter Vaughn: Sometimes, when you've had some incredible successes in your field, you need to make sure to sit back and enjoy them. If you don't take advantage of them, you never know when you're going to get another opportunity. After all, in the wrestling business, you're usually one move away from a broken limb or a torn ACL. So you have to celebrate the highs, and the lows, whenever you can, right?
~Vaughn takes another drink from his beer, loving the taste of the Texas brand, before he sets it to the side and gets up. Interestingly, we can now see that even while sitting in front of a fireplace at his ranch house, Vaughn is still wearing his trademark coveralls. You'd think at some point he'd want to wear something more comfortable. But his fashion isn't what we're discussing here tonight. The camera follows Vaughn as he walks over to the side, picking up one of the photos sitting on the large table beside him.~
Peter Vaughn: Here's a shot of me with the Sin City Wrestling Roulette Championship. You know, I'm breaking the record for the longest reign of that title this weekend? Crazy, right? But it's been a hell of a ride there in SCW.
~Vaughn smirks and puts down the picture, before turning to the next one: a shot of his former WGWF World Heavyweight Championship... now in the arms of his friend, "Cholo" Giovanni Santana.~
Peter Vaughn: I'm going to miss that belt. But I can't fault the man who ended up with it that night, as Cholo's a damn good guy. I had two glorious reigns with the WGWF World Championship, and what times they were. I look forward to meeting up with Cholo for another impromptu dance party in the future.
~Did he say "dance party"? Ummm, no, we're going to ignore that comment, I think. Vaughn, meanwhile, has stepped over to the next photo, which appears to be Vaughn standing next to Mike Zybala, holding the Outsiders World Title.~
Peter Vaughn: Nobody expected me to return to OCW or Outsiders, did they? But here I am, a four-time World Champion there. You know, for the longest time, I didn't count my three previous reigns there as World Titles. I was trying to put the past behind me, I suppose, although looking back on it, I was rather insulting to Mikey's hard work. Now that I've won it a fourth time, triumphing over Lord Allton in a Top 5 Match of the Year candidate, I'm rectifying that situation... which is why I am now, officially, an 11-time World Champion.
~Vaughn grins for a moment, pleased to have mended fences with his old friend, Zybala, which paid off in such grand fashion at Night of the Living Dead. Coincidentally, that appears to be the last photograph on the table: a shot of Team Cabal celebrating, after coming out victorious over Marshall's Maniacs.~
Peter Vaughn: And then there's this: my first War Games victory. I finally led a team to victory, and it was a dominant win over all of the wrestlers who are fighting each other to be in line to fight for my International Title. I'm going to make sure and frame this one, locking in stone the feeling of coming out victorious. Terry has finally fallen. Alexander rules all. And the Cabal is set to go into the new year, still as dominant as always. I mean, who could stand against us now?
~Vaughn shrugs, then puts down the photo carefully, in order not to damage it. He then steps to the side of the table, where a wastebasket can be seen. Vaughn reaches down inside of it, pulling up a crumpled piece of trash. He unfolds it... showing that it's another photo, one that hasn't been treated NEARLY as nicely as the rest. Inside, we see a photo of Sal Badman looking up, bewildered. Vaughn shakes his head.~
Peter Vaughn: It's been amazing, facing off against so many tremendous challenges and overcoming so many of them. But this week? Well, sometimes you have to take it easy. And that's what this contest is going to be. Sal Badman isn't going to be a challenge for me. He looks like a man that should have retired long ago, given his wrestling style, and I'm sure to run absolute circles around him. I could probably finish him off in about 10 seconds, as soon as they ring the bell. Hell, who knows, maybe I'll even do that.
~Another shrug follows, but then Vaughn smirks.~
Peter Vaughn: Or maybe I'll torture the poor guy, show him why he shouldn't be willing to sign any contract with the Cabal. You have to be deserving to fight me. He's not. But this is Alexander's Thunder Pro Wrestling now, which means that I have to put on a show. An easy show, but a show nonetheless. So Badman, I hope you're prepared... not that you ever could be. But try. Try to prove to Alexander that you shouldn't be fired and your contract voided as soon as I put you down.
~With that, Vaughn walks back over to the fireplace, still holding the crumpled photo of Badman. He looks at it one more time, before tossing it into the flames.~
Peter Vaughn: It's a new day. Weakness will no longer be tolerated. Let them all burn.
~Vaughn goes back to his chair, popping it up with the automatic springs, and takes a long drink from his Yellow Rose. Everything appears to be over, as Vaughn is no longer paying attention to the camera, so we slowly, slowly fade out.~
