Twenty-Five Years Ago
Darkness reigns.
It surrounds him, ready to envelop him in its inky blackness.
In other words, the power is out. Again.
~This doesn’t bother little Petey Vaughn, though. He’s used to power outages taking place in the abysmal apartment building where he and his family live. This is why the young kid has a small flashlight, glowing up into the air, and shining off the grimy ceiling above. He’s currently improvising a mighty battle, using a He-Man action figure with only one arm and a Magneto action figure with the helmet long since lost.~
Petey Vaughn: Your days of being a no good bad guy are over, Magneto! By the power of Greyskull!
~The He-Man figure ‘charges forward’, only for Vaughn to then cause a metal mug to slide in front of him. Clearly, Petey was gifted with a strong imagination, making use of these second-hand toys to find some joy in life. He makes the Magneto figure laugh.~
Petey Vaughn: Ha! I am Magneto! I beat the X-Men! You cannot fight me with one arm!
~Petey has He-Man pick the mug up and ‘toss’ it away.~
Petey Vaughn: One arm will not stop me, because I am He-Man! You will pay for what you have done!
~The He-Man figure does an ‘epic leap’ at Magneto, and the two ‘brawl’. In other words, Vaughn has them smacking away at each other. If there were some special effects and extra camera angles, it might be more impressive. Either way, Petey has He-Man knock Magneto down and stand over him.~
Petey Vaughn: Ha ha! I have the power!
~Just then, the lights in the apartment suddenly come on, as the power is restored. Petey looks around in astonishment before staring at He-Man with an awed expression.~
Petey Vaughn: Cool…
~Suddenly, we hear a loud banging noise, as a door slams nearby. Petey looks up, confused, as he hears pounding feet approaching. His bedroom door flings open, and his father stops in the doorway. He’s wearing his usual custodial coveralls, and appears extremely agitated. He’s also holding a crumpled letter in one hand.~
Petey Vaughn: Daddy?
~Mr. Vaughn stares at Petey for a few long seconds before diving forward, pulling him into a hug. Petey, very bewildered, returns the hug, still holding He-Man in one hand.~
Mr. Vaughn: Oh, thank God. Thank God you’re still here, Petey… thank God…
~He holds Petey close, not letting him go, as Petey looks towards the side, wide-eyed, with no idea what’s going on. He hears his father beginning to cry, something he never expected to hear.~
Petey Vaughn: D-daddy? Where’s… where’s Mommy? Daddy?
~Mr. Vaughn keeps tightly grasping his son, as Petey begins to tear up, just because of his inability to understand what’s happening. The crumpled letter floats to the floor, showing scrawled handwriting that can only be a Dear John letter. The father and son continue to stay together, gripping each other tightly, as the picture slowly fades out.~
Today
~As the shot comes back up, we see the sun rising up in the East. In front of us, we can see a grassy landscape, with fencing set up all around. The reason for that is soon evident, as a cow’s head slowly rises up into our view, giving a loud Mooo before she walks forward. The camera slowly turns, showing where the cow is going: an area nearby, where a sled has been brought out, covered in hay. Peter Vaughn steps around the side, wearing his work coveralls. He gets a large pitchfork, although it appears to have been modified, because as he puts it under a hay bale, a mechanical noise is heard, and the pitchfork shifts the hay upwards. Vaughn is able to easily toss the hay over into the feeding area, as the cows begin digging in. He raises up the pitchfork, a small smile crossing his face.~
Peter Vaughn: … I have the power…
~Shaking his head at his foolishness, Vaughn gets another scoop of hay to toss in, before he powers off his pitchfork and presses another button on his remote. The sled rolls away on its own, apparently powered, and heads back towards the storage shed nearby. Vaughn grins, pleased with how well it’s working… until he realizes it’s not going completely straight in.~
Peter Vaughn: Oh, damn, wait, WAIT…
~Vaughn tries to stop the sled with his remote, but it’s too late, as the sled crashes into the edge of the storage shed, cracking it. The sled backs up, finally acknowledging the order to stop, as Vaughn hurries over to survey the damage. He leans over, beginning to tinker on the side of the automated sled, as we see a figure approaching from the side. It’s our friendly cameraman, who gives a long yawn before seeing Vaughn. He lifts the camera up onto his shoulder, and our view immediately shifts to his perspective… which sadly shows Vaughn working from behind.~
Cameraman: Hello, Mr. Vaughn. Hard at work? Or hardly working? He he…
~Vaughn straightens up, looking back at the cameraman with a raised eyebrow.~
Peter Vaughn: Working hard as always, boyo. It’s the only way a ranch keeps running. Although if I can tweak a few more systems, we’ll have the majority of this place automated…
Cameraman: Well, you’re definitely persistent. So why did you want me to come out this early? We already taped your comments about HB Carter, didn’t we?
Peter Vaughn: We did… but now I want to talk about something else. I want to talk about Sean Parker… and I want to talk about Finn Whelan.
~The camera suddenly shakes for a second before stabilizing.~
Cameraman: Wait… are you… are you cashing in??
Peter Vaughn: Not so loud!
~The cameraman quiets down and looks around, but there’s nobody but livestock anywhere nearby. He nods.~
Cameraman: That’s why you wanted to meet so early, so no one else would be around…
Peter Vaughn: And because you wouldn’t be able to help yourself in shouting it out. Seriously, dude…
Cameraman: I’m sorry! But it’s big news if you are… doing what you’re thinking about doing…
~Vaughn nods to himself, crossing his arms as he thinks about what potentially is to come.~
Peter Vaughn: Honestly, if Sean and Finn don’t see this coming, they’ve been actively ignoring all of the signs. I’ve told both of them multiple times now that they need to be ready for me. So if they’re unprepared, well, that’s their problem, not mine. I’m not going to be hanging onto a golden ticket again without using it. I’m not going to wait.
Cameraman: But… at the cruise? With you already fighting in another match earlier in the night? Some would say you’re throwing your advantage away.
Peter Vaughn: Maybe so. Maybe it’d be more fitting for me to rush out on a Climax Control, hit Finn in the back of the head with a sledgehammer, and THEN cash in. But you know, I’ve been in that position before. I beat a guy who wasn’t near 100 percent, won the biggest title in the fed… and not one person respected me for it. So at the very least, I’m giving these guys a shot. But I still plan on being victorious and hoisting up two championships at the end of the night.
Cameraman: Wow…
Peter Vaughn: Here’s the thing. Sean Parker has done some good things in Sin City. I won’t take that away from him. He won the Blast From The Past Tournament, albeit not on his own, and he got this title shot. But he’s a man on the edge right now, and one good push will send him toppling over. Meanwhile, Finn’s been a man without a true opponent for months now. He’s been more focused on the tag-team ranks, where he only has to do half the work, and he’s been ignoring the World Title. That needs to stop, and I’m the man to stop it.
~Vaughn steps over the sled, looking out over the horizon. He smiles to himself.~
Peter Vaughn: I have won a dozen World Championships all over the world. At one point, I was the most dangerous wrestler on the planet, fighting anyone, anywhere. I dominated like few have done before. And I’m ready to get back to the top. I’m ready to crush the competition and add lucky #13 to my resume. It’s time for me to ascend to the top of Sin City. And I’m going to make sure no one can deny me my success, when I’ve defended my Internet Championship and won the SCW World Heavyweight Title. It will be a night that Sin City fans never forget.
~With that, Vaughn grins, turning back to the cameraman. At that moment, a blast of sparks comes out from the side of the sled. Some hay begins to burn. Vaughn immediately rushes forward, stomping on the hay, putting it out, as the cameraman watches. Vaughn shakes his head.~
Peter Vaughn: I’m going to get this right…
~Vaughn turns back to the cameraman once more.~
Peter Vaughn: In any case, I wanted to let you know what’s going on. But keep it under your hat, okay?
Cameraman: They won’t hear about it from me.
Peter Vaughn: Good. Now I’ve got some work to do. Nice seeing you again, friend.
~Vaughn leans over the sled again, tinkering where the sparks came from. The cameraman shrugs and stops recording, with our shot once again jumping to an “off-camera” look. He turns to walk away, passing by a ranch hand who is jogging up. He surveys the damage to the sled and to the storage shed, smirking before commenting.~
Mason Hendrix: Hey, boss. Another problem with the sled, huh?
Peter Vaughn: Yeah, I think something blocked the sensor and overheated the circuitry. It should have been more accurate. Eh, I’ll work on it, we’ll get it operating like it should be.
Mason Hendrix: Well, right now, boss, you’ve got visitors at the house. I thought you’d want to know.
Peter Vaughn: Visitors? This early? … They didn’t look like tax collectors, did they?
Mason Hendrix: Nope. Although I could see your brother passing as one if he wanted to.
Peter Vaughn: Brother? Wait, Thomas is here? Huh. I wonder why he didn’t call. Okay, I’ll go see what he wants. Would you clean up this mess? I’d appreciate it.
~Vaughn turns and quickly begins walking away, as Mason looks around at the mess of hay laying around. He shakes his head, then turns towards Vaughn.~
Mason Hendrix: Hey, uh, it’s not just your… brother…
~But Vaughn has already moved out of earshot, as he keeps moving away. Mason sighs and goes to get himself a shovel to start cleaning up the hay. Nearby, at the fence, a cow looks over at him and gives another long Mooo. Mason glances at her.~
Mason Hendrix: Shut up…
~As Mason goes to work, we instead follow Vaughn. After all, he IS the main protagonist of our story. He makes his way to the main homestead, cleaning his hands along the way. He then dries them on his coveralls as he goes to the porch. There, he sees his half-brother, Thomas Hill, sitting in his wheelchair, talking with someone. He also sees the cameraman’s car driving away, as the man gives a quick honk towards Vaughn. He waves back, just out of reflex, before walking over to take the ramp up onto the porch.~
Peter Vaughn: Thomas! Good to see you, brother…
Thomas Hill: Hi, Peter.
~They shake hands, with neither of them really being the hugging type.~
Peter Vaughn: What brings you out here? Something to do with the financials? If you’re here about that backhoe someone, uh, ordered, we are going to return it after we use it a few times, so…
Thomas Hill: No, Peter, it’s not about… wait, backhoe? *ahem* I mean, I’m not here in that sort of capacity. I’m here for… her…
~Surprised, Vaughn looks off to the side, finally noticing the woman there. She steps forward, her older features still showing some resemblance to Vaughn, although he still resembles his father more. She tries a weak smile.~
Angela Hill: Hello, Peter. It’s… it’s been a while, hasn’t it?
~As Vaughn’s expression melts away, we can see the flashes behind his eyes. His vision shifts slightly…~
~We see the younger version of Petey Vaughn, crying himself to sleep at night, wondering what he ever did to make his mother hate him…~
~Vaughn shakes it off, removing the memory. He covers up his reaction as best as he can, though, before finally focusing again on Angela.~
Peter Vaughn: Hi… Mom…
~As Vaughn and Angela stare at each other, with Thomas uncomfortably sitting between them, we end up cutting away.~
Surprises. Rarely do they turn out to be a good thing, do they?
Something tells me that neither Finn nor Sean are going to take too kindly to me sticking my nose into their business. They’re not going to appreciate the surprise of the golden briefcase interfering with their classic one-on-one contest, one that’s been talked about as such a major event.
Except it… really hasn’t been. It’s not even the main event of the show.
I’m not sure why. I mean, you have Sean Parker, the outsider, the XWF Anarchy champion, coming in and winning Blast From The Past to earn this title shot. You have Finn Whelan, the winner of the prestigious tournament back in February to become the new SCW World Heavyweight Champion, and also the co-holder of the SCW World Tag-Team Titles. This should be one of the most talked-about matches in SCW history, with people wondering if a non-signed wrestler might become the World Champion! They should be fighting over whether Finn is set to become one of the greatest champions of all time!
But lately… they haven’t been. Because Sean hasn’t wrestled a match for SCW since Luna Pasilno carried him to the tournament victory. Because Finn hasn’t talked once on Climax Control about facing Sean. Not once. Because Finn has cared more about the tag-team titles than that singles championship he carries around.
It’s really disturbing, when you think about it.
I have worked my ass off the last month since falling in the tournament. I had my war with Miles Kasey, successfully retaining my Internet Championship. I fought like hell to win the Golden Briefcase, surviving a six-man gauntlet for the honor of holding it. I took down Rodrigo Afonso. Okay, that last one isn't as impressive, but still, I did it. I showed up, I fought, and I won.
I’ve represented Sin City with the best competition I can give it.
Now, let’s face facts, Sean. You aren’t a long-term competitor here in SCW. You never intended to be. While you DID show some skill in the Blast From The Past, you know in your heart that it was because of Luna that you got this title opportunity. That being said, I’ve seen you elsewhere, Sean, and you HAVE been impressive. But the pressure of being on top in some many places can be very daunting to deal with. It can begin to crush you if you don’t watch out for yourself.
I know. I’ve been there.
I once held three World Titles at the same time. I was the XWF Universal Champion, the PW Valor Heavyweight Champion, and the TPW International Champion. It was a heavy responsibility, trying to stay at the top of all of them at the same time, and quite frankly, I wasn’t ready for it. I ended up losing two of the belts and barely hung onto the third, because it was intense. So I feel for you, Sean. I’ve found myself in that position, trying to compete everywhere and being incredibly stressed out. It was a new feeling, one I wasn’t ready for.
Nowadays? I’d probably enjoy it more.
Sadly, Sean, you seem to be on the downslope of your rollercoaster. I’m afraid I’m going to have to help with that slide, because there’s no way in hell you’re winning the SCW World Heavyweight Title, a belt that’s already been tarnished enough in the past year. I want someone there who’s going to show up every day, someone who’s going to show the Sin City audience how intense things can really be when their World Champion is on fire.
I want the crowd to lose their minds each and every time the World Champion comes out to the ring.
I’m the one who can do that. They’ll be booing, of course, but it’ll still be loud as hell.
Now, we’ve fought before, Sean. We faced off in the Denzel Porter Games, and you were 110%. You were able to take me down. But don’t lie to yourself, Sean. You aren’t near that range anymore. You’re desperately trying to hang on, but your grip is beginning to weaken. This is my time, Sean. This is my chance to get my revenge and kick you free, sending you plummeting out of Sin City. You can bet that I’m not going to let this chance slide.
It’s time to show you what a motivated Mechanic can do, when facing a struggling Sky Assassin.
I’ll be the one airborne. You’ll be the one taking the Plunge.
~An uncomfortable silence has settled onto the homestead porch, with Angela feeling obligated to try and fill it.~
Angela Hill: It’s… good to see you again, Peter. You look like you’re keeping yourself in shape.
Peter Vaughn: Well… it’s kind fo my job, so…
~Vaughn shrugs, still stone-faced. He and his mother have come to a mutual understanding of their past, but Vaughn still doesn’t react well when she’s around. He’s been able to put the past behind him… but he’s never really forgiven her for what she did, all those years ago.~
Thomas Hill: So, uh, Pete, you’ve been working? I see hay on your shoulder…
~Vaughn reaches up without a word, brushing his shoulder off, as Thomas clears his throat again. Thankfully, at the moment, the door opens, and Sadie Anderson Vaughn steps out, with a tray full of iced tea.~
Sadie A. Vaughn: Here we go! It’s never too early for iced tea! Oh, hi, Peter. The cows get fed alright?
Peter Vaughn: They’re good.
~Sadie sets down the tray, clearly recognizing the tension in the air. She turns towards Angela, putting on her best smile.~
Sadie A. Vaughn: So how was the trip down?
Angela Hill: It wasn’t too bad. We had to travel in a cab part of the way, but it all worked out.
Sadie A. Vaughn: I’m glad you guys made it! Peter, could you help me with the food tray I just put together?
~Thrown off, Vaughn nods, and the two of them head inside to the kitchen. Vaughn looks around, noting how pristine everything is. Sadie has a vegetable tray already put together, raising Vaughn's suspicions.~
Peter Vaughn: … Did you… know she was coming, Sadie?
Sadie A. Vaughn: I received a call from Thomas late last night. You were already asleep.
Peter Vaughn: And you didn’t think to warn me?
Sadie A. Vaughn: Look, Peter… we already met with my parents, and I know that didn’t go that well… but I still want to spend time with your family as well, so I was happy to hear they were coming.
Peter Vaughn: You remember that she abandoned us, right? My father and I? She went and raised another family, bringing up Thomas…
Sadie A. Vaughn: I remember all of that, Peter. But she’s still family. You’ve come to accept Thomas. Now you need to talk to her. For me. Okay?
~Vaughn grumbles for a moment before picking up the vegetable tray. He looks it over.~
Peter Vaughn: Olives? Really? They’re awful…
Sadie A. Vaughn: Oh, just take the tray out, picky…
~Vaughn walks away, heading back outside and putting the tray down. Thomas looks it over, smiling, and then grabs a few olives. Vaughn shakes his head, even as he sees Angela doing the same thing.~
Thomas Hill: What? They’re delicious!
Angela Hill: I don’t know where you got that from. It surely wasn’t from me.
~This gets a small chuckle from Vaughn, as he finally pulls up one of the patio chairs to take a seat.~
Peter Vaughn: So… what brings you guys here so early? I assume it had to be something important…
~Thomas coughs, choking slightly on an olive, but he manages to get it down. Sadie, meanwhile, has come back out, silently getting a glass of iced tea. Angela looks down, composing herself. Vaughn, popping a carrot into his mouth, glances around the porch.~
Peter Vaughn: Look, if this is about the wedding… I get it. We had it without you, Mom. But it wasn’t by choice. Well, I mean, it WAS, but it was kind of… a spontaneous decision, you know? We’re still going to have a full wedding, believe me, I know Sadie’s family wants that…
~Angela reaches out, waving her hand.~
Angela Hill: It’s not that, Peter. I’m extremely happy that you and Sadie have found each other. I’m excited that there’s going to be a new generation running around this ranch soon enough. I just wish…
~Angela comes to a stop, her voice cracking slightly. Even Vaughn, who normally can’t notice emotional shifts, catches this one.~
Peter Vaughn: Angela… mother… what is it?
~After a moment, Angela looks up at him, tears beginning to form in the corner of her eyes.~
Angela Hill: I… I’m dying, Peter.
Peter Vaughn: … What?
~After a few moments, Angela hands over a folder to Vaughn, who opens it up… to see the medical documents inside. As he looks over them, we cut away again.~
So let’s talk about Finney for a second.
When I lost to you in the World Title Tournament, Finn, I gotta admit, it put me at one of my lowest points in my time here in Sin City. I basically started to doubt myself. I began to wonder, could I still take over the company like I have so many times in the past few years? But then, after this recent run with the Internet Title, I’ve gotten my confidence back. I’ve gotten my power back. I’m feeling like I’m reaching the pinnacle once again.
I have to say, looking at you has helped as well.
I mean, you took me down, you took Goth down, and I thought well, this guy is actually a powerhouse. I can respect that. He’s going to rebuild the championship back to its former glory. And well.. I’ve waited for that ever since. I mean, I did watch you beat Goth again, when he was nearing retirement, making the match at least a bit special. I waited for you to call out to the top male wrestlers, challenging them to come take your championship. I waited… and watched as you just set up a non-title match with Rodrigo Afonso. You basically forced Christian Underwood to step out there and set up that Gold Rush Battle Royal just to get you an opponent, because you hadn’t challenged anyone.
And that’s how you end up with Jamie Dean as the #1 contender.
C’mon, Finn. Nobody took that match seriously. Nobody thought that you would have trouble with a former tag champ who got lucky during a battle royal. Seriously, Dean’s not even on the Summer XXXtreme card!! How bad is it to go from #1 contender to sayonara?
But hey, Finn, you had a built-in challenger the next time, good ol’ Sean Parker. Have you talked about destroying Sean and making him wish he’d never come to SCW? Have you bragged about your amazing title run, talking about it going on as long as you want it to? Have you spoken about making Sean a Blast From The Past himself?
No. At least, not that I’ve seen. You’ve just been hanging back, getting in some tag-team title defenses. Which, okay, I get it, you’ve got to defend both… eventually. But c’mon, man! I want some trash talking going on between you and Sean! I wanted to see you two coming nose-to-nose, face-to-face, cursing each other out as you spit in each other’s faces! I mean, hell, how can I get excited about a match where you guys haven’t even thrown a punch at the other?
If I’m honest, Finn, THAT’S why I’m really cashing in. I can’t stand the thought of this continuing anymore. I want the fans talking about the World Heavyweight Title. It’s time for that belt to main event a show again. And if I win that gold from you, Finn, I guarantee I’m going to make everyone stand up and respect that championship once more. It’ll be the most talked about title in Sin City.
Especially after I take it from you.
Whether I pin you, Finn, or I pin Sean, it’s all the same to me. Sure, by pinning you I’d avoid the cries of “I didn’t actually lose the belt, waaahhh!”, but I’ll accept victory in any fashion. If I run down to the ring, cash in, and immediately school boy Sean into oblivion, I’ll still be damn proud of the fact that I’m a World Champion once again. Either way, you’re going to have to deal with the fact, Finn, that we’ll now be 1-1 against each other. I suppose that would mean the rubber match at the next show, and damn, Finn, maybe we’ll see you fired up and energized. Maybe we’ll get the fans talking about our incredible war, as we battle at the top of Sin City, leaving destruction everywhere we go.
Maybe it’ll end up that way, Finn. Or maybe I break you so badly that I have to find my own #1 contender. But if that happens… there will be no Gold Rush Battle Royal. I will choose the most worthy, and they will get me that main event.
But I want to respect you, Finn. I want to find that warrior inside that will fight to the end, no matter what. I mean, those are the ones that are the most fun to defeat. So I know you’re going to be surprised when I show up. I know you’re going to have to change up your gameplan and be scrambling for a clue. But give it your all, Finn… so that when I defeat you and Sean, it’s damn worth it to me, as well as the fans.
Make the Plunge memorable, Finn. I’ll see you kiddos soon.
~All is quiet on the porch, after Angela’s news. Vaughn takes a moment to look at the folder information in front of him, noting the diagnosis.~
Peter Vaughn: So it’s stage 4? Incurable?
Angela Hill: That’s what they’ve told me.
Sadie A. Vaughn: Oh, Angela, I’m so sorry…
Angela Hill: That’s life. You never know what to expect.
~Vaughn shakes a bit from that comment, then shuts the folder again, handing it back over.~
Peter Vaughn: Well. I’m sorry to hear this, Angela. But thank you for coming and telling us, so that we know what might be in my future. A melanoma. Wonderful. I guess I should be glad it’s not Huntington’s.
Thomas Hill: Hold on, Peter, it’s not just about telling you…
Peter Vaughn: But you have, and I appreciate it. But I don’t think there’s much I can do, considering what your doctors have already told you.
Angela Hill: Maybe not medically, Peter, but… I have some unresolved business that I would like to take care of, and one of those is… trying to make things right with you.
Peter Vaughn: Ha. Ha, ha. You lost that chance when you went out the door, leaving your notes to us behind.
Angela Hill: So… you did get my note then? I thought maybe John had kept it.
Peter Vaughn: Oh, I got it… I just never read it.
~We cut quickly to a shot of Petey Vaughn, angrily ripping up a letter to shreds and letting them float away in the wind, refusing to read any of it…~
~And then we’re back, as Angela reaches out to her son.~
Angela Hill: I always wondered if you did that. But Peter, there are things you need to know… things about your father…
Peter Vaughn: My father was a saint. He worked desperately for years after you left, keeping a roof over my head and food in my stomach. He died young because of all that work… because you left us.
Angela Hill: But your father… he… he tried to be a good man. But he… had needs… and when I caught him that third time with the woman from 10B… I couldn’t take it anymore…
~Vaughn gets to his feet, staring down at Angela, whose hand is shaking now.~
Peter Vaughn: You’re saying my dad slept around?
Angela Hill: … I know it’s a lot to take, but I thought you needed to know…
~Calmly, Vaughn reaches to the side, getting the pitcher of iced tea and pouring himself a drink. One second later, he launches the pitcher into the side of the house, shattering it and sending pieces everywhere. Vaughn then leans down, right into Angela’s face.~
Peter Vaughn: LIAR.
~Vaughn then turns and starts walking away at a fast pace, as Sadie gets up to try and grab him, only missing by a few inches.~
Sadie A. Vaughn: Peter!
~But Vaughn doesn’t turn around. He keeps walking, heading back onto the ranch. In Angela’s eyes, she can’t help but see Petey Vaughn departing, glancing back at her with hurt in his eyes. But there’s nothing she can say, as Vaughn doesn’t stop. We fade out.~