Post by Peter Vaughn on Sept 17, 2019 14:54:54 GMT -6
*We come into frame inside a darkened hotel room. It doesn't help that the curtains have been closed, keeping the sunlight out, although like most hotel rooms, the curtains don't fit perfectly. Seated in the corner is Peter "The Janitor" Vaughn. He's not sitting on the edge of the bed, or in a chair, or even on top of the little desk they give you. No, he's sitting on the floor, showing how deep his dejection goes. Next to him, laying open, is the bag that he used to keep the Outsiders Championship in. It's empty. Empty like The Janitor's heart right now.*
Peter Vaughn - I lost it. I lost my title. My title for so many months!
*Vaughn kicks the bag away from him, or tries to. The fabric handle gets caught on his foot. After a couple more tries, Vaughn manages to dislodge it, sending it away from him a couple of feet.*
Peter Vaughn - What am I going to do? How could I let The Uber Man beat me? Why'd he have to stop being the Uber Taker? Why didn't I take that one-way trip to Borneo when I had the chance?
*Vaughn reaches over and grabs the edge of the nearby curtain. He quietly blows his nose and dries off his face. He then studies the fabric.*
Peter Vaughn - Maybe... maybe it's my turn. Maybe I should be the one wearing the hood, and being a dark, brooding soul.
*Vaughn thinks it over, but he is already itching a little bit from the coarseness of the fabric.*
Peter Vaughn - No. No, I won't go towards the darkness. I won't become the JaniTaker! Although damn, that's a catchy name. JaniTaker. I bet it would sell some shirts. But I wouldn't get any of the funds. No, I will be the Janitor, as I have always been.
*Vaughn rubs at his eyes and pulls himself up, slowly taking himself over to the bed. He lays on it, thinking about his future some more.*
Peter Vaughn - I've still got the GCWA. The Barrows said they were going to find me a match with someone. So, it's not over. I can still realize my dream, and maybe get myself another title. And who knows, maybe I can finally have that Hall of Fame career I've always wanted? Maybe they'll give me Xtreme, I've fought him before. Or what about a newcomer off the street? I'll have the
experience edge! Or maybe, just maybe, I'll get to wrestle... a woman! Oh, man, one can only hope!
*Vaughn's phone beeps, and he goes over to the nightstand to check it. It has a text message from the GCWA showrunners. There's one name listed there: Chad Vargas. Vaughn rereads the text, laughs in a high-pitched voice, and then falls behind the bed, apparently passing out.*
*The shot comes back at the hotel's gym, where The Janitor can be seen, now training. He's on the treadmill, jogging at a fast rate of speed.*
Peter Vaughn - Okay... no need to panic. Sure, it's Chad Vargas. Legend in the business. Man who just beat the hell out of Thunder with no sweat. But I have one thing going for me. I'm faster than he is.
*Vaughn nudges the speed button, making it go even faster. He's struggling to keep up, but wants to really build up his stamina.*
Peter Vaughn - The plan... is to... outrun him...
*Vaughn pushes the speed even further... but that's a mistake, as he's unable to keep up. He tries to jump onto the bars on either side, to hold himself up, but he slips, with his feet hitting the fast-moving treadmill, sending him flying. After a few moments, Vaughn manages to pull himself to his feet, dusting himself off. He doesn't look hurt, just disappointed.*
Peter Vaughn - I've got to keep working at it. Must go faster. Must go faster!
*Summoning up his courage, Vaughn gets back on the treadmill... and is immediately thrown again. So for the third time, he lowers the speed some before starting over. Now he's got a steady pace going.*
Peter Vaughn - I can do this... I can do this... I can outrun him. He chases me, I run and run and run, and he collapses. That will do it. Then, I just have to pin him and I win. It will work!
*Suddenly, Vaughn hits the off button, killing the treadmill. It comes to a complete stop, with Vaughn staying with it. He stands there, breathing heavily.*
Peter Vaughn - Will it work?
*Vaughn continues to stand there for a while, still thinking hard about the match. We fade out.*