Post by Peter Vaughn on Sept 23, 2019 12:41:55 GMT -6
*The camera focuses on the massive frame, as it continues to pump the iron. It looks like a lot of weight being pressed up into the air. The muscular human being doesn't stop, shooting the weights up again and again. The camera moves back... and of course, it's not Peter Vaughn. We don't know who he is. But the man is impressive. The camera heads off to the side, where "The Janitor" is cleaning up a sweat patch that some inconsiderate fool left on an exercise machine. It's one of his part-time jobs as part of the company. Anything to bring in a little extra cash.*
Peter Vaughn - This guy really was going at it, wasn't he? Or he was just fat and sweaty.
*Vaughn finishes with the pad, making sure it's ready to be used again. He considers the weights, thinking about getting in some lifting, but he knows he has to wait until later, when everyone else has left. Although that means no spotter, but he will do what he can.*
Peter Vaughn - I can't believe they want me to fight The Lost Soul next. He's such a great guy. We teamed up together to try and win the GCWA Tag Titles at the final GCWA show before it closed. I mean, yes, I got pinned, but we almost did it together, didn't we?
*A powerful-looking woman comes over, glaring at Vaughn, who quickly gets out of her way. She takes up the exercise machine, setting it to a very high setting. Vaughn marvels for a moment, possibly daydreaming about doing that much weight himself. He shakes it off, moving off to check the nearby trash bins.*
Peter Vaughn - As much as I like TLS, though, I can't just let him win. He wouldn't want that. I don't want that. I need to try and prove to everyone that I'm not a complete waste of a wrestler here. I'm a former champion! I'm a future Hall of Famer! I will get in... somehow... and everyone will respect The Janitor for who he is!
*Vaughn picks up the trash bin, only to have it knocked back to the ground by another power lifter, who slams some trash into it. Vaughn looks down into the bin, seeing what was just thrown away. He picks it up, looking at the needle. With a look of disgust, he drops it back in... and then continues to stare at it.*
*The camera cuts away to what looks like a dark alley. A strange-looking man is standing there, covered with a large hat and wearing a trenchcoat even though, in September, it's still pretty warm in Texas. Another man, this one dressed more normally, walks up from behind him.*
Man - You Vaughn?
*The man spins around, his hat falling off. It is, clearly, Peter Vaughn, although he quickly hushes the man. His face is covered in sweat, but he puts the hat back on anyway.*
Peter Vaughn - Don't use my name! This can't be traced back to me!
Man - What, this?
*The man lifts a paper bag in his hands, showing it to Vaughn, who frantically grabs it and throws it under his coat, keeping it hidden. The man shakes his head.*
Man - You need to try and keep your cool, man. We've got no problems here.
Peter Vaughn - Look, I know you do this all the time... but I can't afford for anyone to know that I'm here!
Man - ... At Ultimate Sport Nutrition?
*The camera pans to the right, showing that it says "Ultimate Sport Nutrition" on the back door nearby.*
Peter Vaughn - All I know is, I've never bought anything like this, and I don't know if the drug testing will be a problem, but I'm willing to do whatever it takes!
*The man looks very confused.*
Man - But... these are supplements.
Peter Vaughn - I know. I thought about steroids, but... needles scare me. So this is the next best thing, right?
Man - I mean, yes, these can help you for what you need. But they're not...
Peter Vaughn - Please, just take my money, so I can get out of here! The fuzz might be nearby!
*Well, a sale is a sale. The man takes the money, making sure that it's enough, before turning and walking away. Vaughn hurries back to his car, diving inside and driving away quickly. A few blocks away, Vaughn pulls over, having turned the air conditioning onto full blast. He removes the hat, dabbing at the sweat on his forehead. He then slowly opens the bag, looking inside.*
Peter Vaughn - I can't believe it's come to this. But I have to win, TLS. I know you're a great competitor. But this will give me the edge I need. It may be unfair, it might even be... cheating... but I have to do it!
*Vaughn gets out of the first bottle in the bag. It looks to be a Black Cherry supplement. He slowly opens the bottle, dishing out a pill into his hand. He stares at it for a very long time. Fade out.*