Returning to the Scene of the Crime, P1
Oct 20, 2023 23:39:15 GMT -5
zybala, Lord Allton, and 1 more like this
Post by petervaughn on Oct 20, 2023 23:39:15 GMT -5
~The picture comes up on a busy airport, with people coming and going in all directions. We are near the baggage claim area, where a large individual wearing sunglasses & a thick hat can be seen, holding up a sign with "Peeder Vonne" scrawled on it. The crowd has started to clear as everyone collects their bags, and we see the world-famous Peter Vaughn walk around the corner. He spots the sign, sighs, and walks over.~
Peter Vaughn: You need to work on your spelling. I'm Peter Vaughn. Zybala send you?
~The figure doesn't say a word. He just takes Vaughn's luggage and begins walking away, taking them outside to a large vehicle. Vaughn nods, at least respecting the size of the Hummer.~
Peter Vaughn: Nice ride.
~All the driver does is hand Vaughn an envelope. Vaughn pops it open, shaking his head at the poor writing inside.~
Peter Vaughn: If I read this right, you're taking me to where I'm supposed to go? Any chance for a side-stop to get some supplies? Certain things couldn't come on the flight with me.
~The driver opens the door to the Hummer, staring silently at Vaughn. He shrugs.~
Peter Vaughn: Okay, then, big man. Take me to your leader.
~Vaughn hops into the vehicle, with the door slamming behind him. He sits back, thinking, as the ride begins, about what he's in town for.~
Peter Vaughn: Hard to believe it's only been a couple of years since I left Outsiders behind. A lot of things got started there. I stopped being a jobber and became a 3-time champion. I got my biggest victory at the time, taking down Matt Meyhu. I began to make my way upwards through the main OCW, trashing people like Dylan Thomas as I held the Craze Championship there. I was finally climbing up from the basement. And then... there was the Purge. A lot of things changed, including me. I left all things Outsider & OCW behind, in order to pursue success in the outside world. And clearly, I found what I was looking for.
~Vaughn looks towards the camera, breaking the fourth wall with a smile.~
Peter Vaughn: I became a 7-time World Champion. 10 if you count Outsiders, although most don't. I dominated TPW, WGWF, the XWF, and more. I made the name Peter Vaughn synonymous with victory. And then there was my 'rival' in Outsiders... Lord Allton. The wrestler who was nothing without a stable to help him. The man who was simply handed the title after I left, not having to win it from anyone. The man who has stayed in the shallow end of the pool, facing only the lowliest of competition, apparently content to never be known as anything greater than the 'replacement' champion.
~The Hummer takes a quick turn, flying down the highway. Vaughn barely notices, shaking his head.~
Peter Vaughn: Y'know, Lord Alternate, back in the day, I did think you were a threat. I look back now and wonder what the hell I was thinking. You haven't worked to improve yourself in the ring, to maybe move into a more competitive bracket. You've just gotten older... fatter... uglier. It must rip your heart out to see that I've become a household name, while security guards probably still stop you at the gate, unsure of whether to let a 'fan' in.
~The engine revs, as the Hummer really picks up speed.~
Peter Vaughn: There's no way in hell I should be getting back in the ring with you, Lord Also-Ran. But you got my attention when you started to brag about beating MY record. Zybala asked me if I'd do him a favor and shut you up, and since I feel... a little guilty about a few things I put Mikey through when I was a little insane, I agreed. I'm even doing this trip for peanuts, Anterior, you know that? Literal peanuts. Zybala sent them to me in the mail. And I accepted, because I don't mind coming back for free, if it means to shut a guy like you up.
~The crazy driving continues, as horn blasts can be heard from other drivers. Vaughn peeks out the window, making sure he's not about to die, before refocusing on the camera.~
Peter Vaughn: You really could have been something, you know that, All-Ton? But you've squandered it. You grew your own delusional opinion of yourself, thinking that you're ready to hang with the big boys after all these years. But you're not, boyo. You're still miles from a guy like me, an Outsiders Hall of Famer. And I'm going to prove that by humiliating you on your own stage, crushing you down with Revenged, breaking you with The Keyholder, and leaving you a bloody mess on the Outsiders mat. And when you're lying there, in agony, and watch as I come flying towards you, ready to give you The Plunge and become a four-time Outsiders Champion, you'll just have to think about how your inability to keep your mouth shut led to your downfall.
~As the Hummer finally comes to a bracing stop, Vaughn smirks at the camera.~
Peter Vaughn: Because everyone knows that the one thing Lord Allton can never do is keeping his mouth shut... because he always sucks.
~Grinning to himself, Vaughn steps out of the vehicle, even as the driver throws his luggage to the ground. A little miffed at the lack of service, Vaughn steps over to his bags.~
Peter Vaughn: You just lost yourself a substantial tip, my friend.
~As Vaughn picks up his luggage, he looks around, finally realizing that there's no building in front of him. It looks more like a forest, with large trees towering overhead. Confused, he looks back at the driver.~
Peter Vaughn: Hey, you sure this was the right...
~The Hummer peels away, disappearing back up the road. Vaughn sighs, thinking things over.~
Peter Vaughn: I wasn't expecting first-class service on this trip, but this is a little ridiculous. Oh well.
~Suddenly, there's a whistling noise from Vaughn's right. Curious, he turns that way, walking a few feet into the forest. He can now see the glowing torches inside, lighting up the darkness from the trees.~
Peter Vaughn: What's this? Some sort of welcome ritual?
~Vaughn walks into the small clearing, looking around as a drum beat suddenly starts up. He looks to the side, taking in the figure currently banging away, and his bags immediately get dropped.~
Peter Vaughn: Well... damn...
~An orangutan can be seen, smashing away at the drums, keeping a steady rhythm. Vaughn turns from him to see a much-larger orangutan making its way into the circle, seemingly cracking its knuckles as it arrives.~
Peter Vaughn: Long time no see.... King Louie...
~The massive King of the Orangutans gives a few hoots back, grinning. Vaughn remembers him well for their battles on Exile Island, back when Zybala was trying to turn Vaughn into a stronger competitor. Vaughn suddenly pulls out the note from his pocket, smirking as he looks at it.~
Peter Vaughn: I should have known this wasn't Zybala. The man has beautiful penmanship.
~King Louie lets out a couple of loud chomps and grumbles, pounding the ground hard enough for Vaughn to feel the vibrations. Apparently Zybala's training is still effective, as Vaughn seems to know what is being said.~
Peter Vaughn: Clever that you had one of your brethren shave and dress up to get me from the airport. You really wanted this one-on-one time with me, didn't you?
~Vaughn nods, as King Louie huffs out what almost sounds like a laugh. He then begins to circle Vaughn, pulling out some grass from the ground and tossing it in the air. Vaughn nods, stepping over to his bags to put down his Rolex and other fragile items.~
Peter Vaughn: So you've been training heavily all this time as well, huh? Still upset that our last encounter ended the way it did? Well, boyo, I'm already back here to settle up an old score with one ape. I might as well make it two.
~Insulted, King Louie growls and paws at the ground, before picking up a large rocky club from the side. Vaughn, seeing it, immediately pulls out a collection of poles that were strapped onto his luggage. He swings the poles out, and they all come together, forming a long handle... with a blood-red mop popping up out of the top. King Louie's eyes go wide, seeing the formerly familiar weapon of "The Janitor".~
Peter Vaughn: That's right, big boy. I've come prepared.
~Vaughn tightens his grip on his old friend, before facing off against one of his oldest foes.~
Peter Vaughn: This time... let this be our FINAL battle...
~The King agrees, letting out a roar before charging forward. Vaughn furiously screams as well, leaping into the air, swinging the metallic mop to meet up with the stone club... as the picture cuts out.~