Post by Peter Vaughn on Mar 13, 2024 16:46:58 GMT -5
~The picture comes up in front of a real estate brokerage, judging by the signs in the windows. A man staggers out of the doorway, carrying a large box in his hands. He looks over his shoulder, still shocked, seeing the impressively-large security guard standing there, making sure he doesn't come back in.~
Kevin: I swear to you, I don't know what happened to that fund, but I wasn't the one who stole it!
Guard: Ain't my problem. But you'd better find that money, if you don't want to get arrested.
~The door slams shut, as Kevin turns away, stunned. Astute viewers might recognize him as being the former bully of one Peter Vaughn, a distinction that has earned him some payback in the past. Now, though, he just looks shellshocked as he goes to his old 1998 Volkswagen Cabrio, throwing his box in the back. He gets inside, near tears, too thrown off to even buckle his seatbelt as he makes a quick phone call.~
Kevin: Eileen, please call me back. Something really strange is going on, and I don't know what you've heard, but it's not true. Okay, I'll call later.
~Kevin hangs up the phone, shaking his head, before driving off down the road. The camera shifts to the side, where we see a man standing in the shadows, holding a fluid extractor filled with brake fluid. The figure continues looking down the street, as the sound of screeching tires is heard, followed by a sickening crash. An eerie red glow comes from the figure's chest, allowing us to see Peter Vaughn. He steps forward, a dark smile on his face, as he looks that direction, peering at the destruction. He rubs at the amulet on his chest with his free hand absentmindedly. ~
Vaughn: You never did listen, did you, Kevin? Seat belts save lives...
~With that, Vaughn turns and walks away into the darkness, as sirens can be heard in the distance.~
~The video cuts to Sadie Anderson, Peter Vaughn's fiancé, sitting outside a restaurant with another woman. Both look around at the sound of sirens, seeing an ambulance flying by.~
Jesse: They sure seem to be in a hurry. Hope nobody's too badly hurt.
~Sadie doesn't respond, leaning down to take another sip of her tea, as Jesse turns towards her.~
Jesse: So you were saying about that deadbeat you're marrying?
Sadie: He's not a deadbeat, Jesse. Peter's a great guy. He's worked hard to really become a superstar in both the wrestling and ranching business. And I love him, and I know he loves me, in his own way. I just... I don't know. Something changed when his mother died in that accident off the cliff. He's... different now. Harder.
Jesse: The police ever figure out what happened there?
Sadie: They're more than content to just call it an accidental death and move on. I don't know if Peter believes it, though. He won't talk about it.
Jesse: Secrets are death in a marriage, sis. You know that's what hurt Sal and I.
Sadie: Sal cheated on you with your best friend.
Jesse: And it was a secret! Until I caught that jerk...
~Sadie shakes her head, taking another bite of the grilled chicken salad in front of her.~
Sadie: I don't think Peter's cheating or anything. Really, if anything, he's been more concerned about the past lately. He kept talking about "unpaid debts", whatever that means. I think he's off taking care of a few of them this week, including his former friend, Chris Page.
Jesse: All I can say, sis, is make sure you know what you're getting in for before putting that ring on your finger. Men usually can't be trusted.
Sadie: And how many guys are you dating right now?
Jesse: That's beside the point.
~Both laugh, but Sadie's laugh tapers off, as she once again looks a little concerned for the future. She stares off towards the city landscape in the distance...~
~We shift to a different shot, showing Vaughn standing on the edge of a balcony, looking downwards at the ground far below. He doesn't seem bothered by the height, as he nimbly steps along the edge, while talking into the Bluetooth mic attached to his ear.~
Vaughn: There's nothing to be concerned about, Alexander. Yes, I know, you got fired, but I'm still the International Champion, and I'll make sure you're let into the building for TIP. We'll right this ship yet. What? You think I'm worried about Chris Page?
~Vaughn scowls for a moment, even as he twists himself around the edge of the balcony, hopping dangerously across to the next one. His outstanding balance keeps him from falling to what would surely be certain death.~
Vaughn: Here's the truth about Chris Page, my friend... he's a chicken.
~Vaughn continues on, continuing to make some dangerous balcony hops, heading around the side of the building. It's an insane move, made even crazier by the fact that he's spitting a promo at the same time.~
Vaughn: You see, I've wanted revenge on Chris for some time now, due to his lucky victory over me last year. First, I was set to face him in a return match for the International Title... only for him to get his ass kicked by Larry Tact and lose the belt. So I did the next best thing, teaching Larry a few new facts about how much better I was than him, and reclaiming my gold. I still wanted the rematch, though... but Page was nowhere to be found.
~One balcony is actually occupied, with the lady in her bathrobe looking up in shock as Vaughn passes by. He gives her a mocking wave, while continuing on.~
Vaughn: So instead I begin my battles with Matthew Knox, a man that Page absolutely hates. I came out on top of that one, winning 4 of the 5 matches, but he DID get that one win to become International Champ, didn't he? And at that time, Page had himself a title shot just waiting for him. But does Page use it? No. He's too afraid that Knox would beat him. So he waits... and waits... and then, suddenly, grows a pair after I reclaim the belt. He wants to make himself look big to the Denzel Porter people... but then he disappears again. Hell, I don't even know if he's going to show up at TIP, the way he's been.
~Suddenly, Vaughn stops, a little shakily, as he looks around. He apparently has reached the row he was wanting, but possibly not the floor, as he looks downwards again.~
Vaughn: One second...
~Vaughn drops himself off, catching on the lip of the balcony... and then falls again. He only manages to grab the edge with one hand at first, dangling, but then pulls himself up, taking a seat on the edge of the new balcony wall.~
Vaughn: But even with all the delays and cowardice, I'm still glad this day is coming, Alex. You see, Chris is one of the few who escaped my List of the Vanquished. He's the man who promised me such big things as a member of the CCPE, even though I had to do all of those deeds by myself. He failed in his promises to me, and even attacked me when we were supposed to be allies, betraying me. Oh, Chris is someone I've wanted revenge against for a long time now, and it's finally coming due at the PPV. The sad thing for Chris is, he probably thinks I'm going to fight fair this time... he doesn't realize that things have changed for me...
~For a moment, Vaughn raises a hand up to the amulet around his neck, before dropping it back down. He then reaches into his side pocket, pulling out what appears to be a pocket wrench. Vaughn presses a button, though, and a hidden switchblade pops out. He walks over to the doorway, quickly using the knife to trip the lock inside.~
Vaughn: I'm not as friendly as I used to be.
~Vaughn steps into the room, which appears to actually be some sort of conference room. Three men get up from their seats, looking confused at someone coming in from that direction.~
Vaughn: Gotta go, Alex. Talk to you later.
~Vaughn clicks the Bluetooth, hanging up, as the first man approaches him.~
First Man: You can't be in...
~With one swipe of the knife, the man falls. The second man reaches into his coat, starting to pull out a pistol, but Vaughn flings the knife sideways at him, catching him right in the heart. The man can only blink before collapsing backwards, dead before he hits the ground. The third man, a nervous-looking gangster type, stands up uncertainly.~
Vaughn: Hello, Moxxy. Long time no see.
Moxxy: Vaughn? Whadda ya doin' here? I ain't seen ya since Brooklyn that one time...
Vaughn: Yeah? When you tried to kill me by throwing me out of an airplane?
Moxxy: Youse had a chute, didn't ya?
Vaughn: But you didn't know that.
~The gangster who once threatened Vaughn's sister starts to backpedal, but Vaughn quickly grabs him by the tie, yanking him forward. He drags Moxxy towards the balcony, landing a few shots to the ribcage when Moxxy tries to squirm free.~
Moxxy: Ow!! Stop it, Vaughn! We can work this thing out, can't we?
Vaughn: What, you mean like money? Power?
~Vaughn suddenly releases Moxxy, causing him to lean on the balcony wall. He reaches for his wallet.~
Moxxy: All that and more! How much we talkin'?
~Vaughn steps forward, staring directly into Moxxy's eyes.~
Vaughn: I want it all.
~With that, Vaughn clobbers Moxxy with a lariat, sending Moxxy toppling over the balcony!! He screams as he falls from sight, unable to do anything to stop his momentum. He didn't have a chute ready, in other words. Vaughn grins over the edge, having gotten some more revenge, something that he's just craved lately. His eyes glow slightly red as he peers over, holding Moxxy's wallet.~
Vaughn: Thanks for your contribution, Moxxy.
~Suddenly, there's noise at the door, as we can hear somebody trying to break it down. It's more of Moxxy's gang, who were stationed in the hallway to keep this 'secret' meeting secure. They failed. Vaughn quickly steps onto the ledge and secures a line, before beginning to rappel quickly down... although not as quickly as Moxxy.~
~When the shot returns, we find Vaughn now standing in a darkened parking garage. He appears to be talking to himself, at least to anyone walking by. We, though, know differently, since we can see the amulet glowing.~
Are you enjoying your rage, Peter? The thrill of revenge against those who have wronged you?
Vaughn: I have no complaints, Amaymon. First Knox fell, and then Kevin & Moxxy. Soon, I'll add my old 'pal' Chris to the mix.
You believe having my power at your side makes you superior to this Chris Page?
~Vaughn scoffs at this, causing an echo through the garage.~
Vaughn: Oh, I was already superior. I've had far more success throughout the years in every wrestling organization Page has also been a part of. I've dominated TPW, WGWF, XWF, and more, including places Chris never could get the hang of. Hell, whenever anyone thinks about the CCPE, which most don't now, by the way, they think of me, not Chris Page... because I was the shining light of his organization. He was just the old-timer riding my coattails.
And you wish his death as well?
Vaughn: I wouldn't go that far... although I wouldn't exactly cry if an 'accident' happened during our match. Still, I'm more than content to run circles around those ancient knees of his, flip over his wretched attempt at swinging a punch, and bruise his spinal cord with Revenged. And if the Plunge 'happens' to jam in his windpipe, cutting off his oxygen, so be it. I'll add him to the pile of the bodies I'm leaving in my wake.
You think you are in control. But the Demonic Rage is beginning to overtake you. Soon, you will see the consequences of capturing a demon like myself.
Vaughn: You don't understand, Amaymon. Whether it's here or inside that squared circle, I am ALWAYS in control. And I always will be. Now be quiet. It's showtime.
~With that, Vaughn steps to the side, as a limousine comes down the ramp. It's there to make a covert drop without anyone's knowledge. The only problem is, with Amaymon's power, Vaughn can know where anyone is if he wants to... and right now, he REALLY wants to. The limo door opens, with a large man stepping out, straightening the bulging suit he's wearing. He nods to the driver, who takes off, before walking forward. He stops, though, when Vaughn steps out of the shadows in front of him.~
Andrew Logan: So... Peter Vaughn. You found me at last.
Vaughn: Sorry to keep you waiting.
~The former wrestler laughs, a sound that is more sinister even in a place like this. Logan had tried to kill Vaughn on a few occasions, and Vaughn had returned the favor. It looks like now's the time to decide who truly stands supreme. The two men don't say another word, charging at each other, as the picture abruptly cuts out.~
