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I hate seagulls. I wanted to say that right off the bat, and I don't care if it offends the nature-lovers out there. I hate them. They're mean. They ate my french fries... *sniff* I know that they have a place in this world, and that they were built for a specific purpose. But I hate them. I will always hate them from now on. Give me vultures any day over them. Vultures eat seeds, right? What? They eat WHAT? On second thought... I like parrots. But I've gone way off topic here. We aren't supposed to be talking seagulls. We're talking Heat Wave III, my big return to the GCWA! I know that I'm an underdog in the Harvey Danger Hardcore Title Invitational Match. I mean, I'm not as skilled as Marcus Ka'Derrion. I don't have the wrestling ability of Dangerous Dan. I don't have a match named after me like Harvey does. (I'm still trying to find out how to get that to happen. But a "Peter Vaughn" match would inevitably find its way into a restroom, and I'd rather avoid that.) What I do have to my name is good, old-fashioned testicular fortitude. I have a never back down philosophy that has served me well in the wrestling business. Ok, maybe not well, but it's the only reason I still wrestle. Anyone else would have quit by now, but not me! The Janitor isn't just fading away into the sunset! That being said, I've apparently found out that I've got another title opportunity on Sunday. The Lost Soul said that he wants me on his team to face Lorenzo Demarco and The Great One! He wants me as his partner, the ying to his yang, the Cher to his Sonny! And I know what I say to that... ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND?!?!?!?! Have you SEEN The Great One?? He's HUGE!! And Demarco... I mean, well, not to put a brother down, but... he's mean... and scary... Why do you think I would be a good partner for you, TLS? Weren't you partners with Harvey Danger once upon a time? You were tag champs together, right? So why not him? Arachne's available, he's held the tag-team titles too! Dangerous Dan as well! So why in the holy hell of hand grenades do you want me?? Well, besides the obvious good looks and talent... I guess I'm just confused. I already have won goal in front of me. That's to win myself a Hardcore Championship and add to my impressive pedigree of, uh, one title. And now... do I look at it positively as a chance to become a dual champion in one night? Or do I look at it as a suicidal gesture? I'm definitely going to have to give this one some more thought...
*We come into the shot on an image of a hotel lobby. It's not a high-class hotel, but it's not low-class, either. Is there such a thing as a middle-class hotel? At the front desk, the manager is finishing off another reservation to his fine establishment. He hangs up the phone, as Peter Vaughn walks slowly through the door. His hair is messed up, his shirt is torn, and he's seemingly covered in seagull feathers. As Vaughn walks past the desk, the manager looks him up and down.* Manager: Did you enjoy your walk, Mr. Vaughn? Peter Vaughn: *Thwp*. *Vaughn blows a couple of feathers off of his mouth. They float gingerly down, and some cute editor guy decides to add a little slow-motion to them, along with the "Forest Gump" music. Nice. The manager brushes the feathers off his desk quickly, dispelling the illusion.* Manager: Very good, sir. *Vaughn turns and walks achingly over to the elevator, pushing the button. The manager laughs to himself and turns away, but then remembers that he has something to his tenant.* Manager: Oh, Mr. Vaughn! You got a telephone call! Here is the message. *The manager hurries over and hands the message to Vaughn, who takes it with a shaky hand. He looks at the note, looks up, looks at it again, looks up, and then reads it one more time. Yes, he did a triple take. Vaughn looks up one more time, with feathers dropping off of his shoulders (revealing a rather nasty-looking stain that shows the birds lost control at one point), as the elevator door closes shut.*
*The camera cuts out for a second, then comes back in on a shot of the elevator doors once again. They swing open, revealing a much-cleaner Peter Vaughn. He's dressed in a suit and tie, which would be great if it wasn't a blue suit and a yellow tie. You can't pick and choose when it comes to bargain shopping. He seems in a better mood now as he walks out of the hotel and to the outside, hopping into a rental car and driving off. He's heading for one of the better restaurants around, Landry's, stationed on the pier here at Corpus Christi. The car is parked, and Vaughn heads inside, going up to the head waiter.* Peter Vaughn: Hi! Having a good night? Head Waiter: It has been a fair night, sir. Your name? Peter Vaughn: Oh, yes, it's Peter. *The head waiter hesitates, then realizes that the man is actually only to give his first name.* Head Waiter: Sir, I'll need your last name as well. Peter Vaughn: Oh, right, right. I thought maybe you'd know who I... you a wrestling fan? Head Waiter: Oh, indeed sir! It is a great sport! Peter Vaughn: Ahhh, good! In that case... *Vaughn smiles at the waiter and strikes a quick pose... to absolutely no effect. The head waiter appears to have no idea who he is. Vaughn drops the pose, thrown off.* Peter Vaughn: You've seen me before, surely... the Janitor? I'm a star... Head Waiter: If you say so, sir. Peter Vaughn: I was a champion! Head Waiter: ... the name, sir? *Vaughn sighs, a little dejected.* Peter Vaughn: It's Vaughn... Peter Vaughn... I'm meeting someone here. *The head waiter checks his list, but shakes his head sadly.* Head Waiter: I'm sorry, sir, I'm not showing that name on the reservations. Peter Vaughn: But... I got this message to meet someone here... *Vaughn steps back, trying to figure out what to do, as the door swings open behind him.* Woman: It's ok, Peter. I made the reservation under my name. *A stunning blonde walks into the room, her face turned from the camera. Vaughn grins, immediately excited again. The head waiter swivels back and forth between the two, trying to see them coming here together. It just doesn't seem to fit, but what does he know about love?* Head Waiter: Very good, ma'am. And your name? Woman: My name is Trixie. Trixie Anderson. *The camera moves to the side, showing one of the most popular referees in the GCWA. Trixie is wearing a nice-fitting (and color-coordinated) outfit, showing off her amazing figure. It's definitely better then her usual stripes. The head waiter checks his list once more.* Head Waiter: Ahh, yes, there it is, Miss Anderson. We have a table for you both, back here. *The head waiter waves for another co-worker to lead the two to their table. Vaughn grins again, happy that things have been worked out. He, of course, is the perfect gentleman, letting Trixie go first towards the table. Vaughn then turns back, handing the head waiter a couple of $1 dollar bills.* Peter Vaughn: Thank you for your help! Head Waiter: ... Don't mention it. *The Head Waiter drops the sweaty bills to the side as Vaughn turns and hurries to catch up with Trixie. They take a seat, with their waiter getting their drink orders from them.* Trixie Anderson: I'll have a glass of the house wine. Peter Vaughn: A Diet Coke, please. I'm in training. *The waiter leaves them with the menus to think about what they want to eat tonight. Vaughn studies the selections, trying hard not to stare at the costs of the plates.* Peter Vaughn: *ahem* They really like their food here, don't they? Trixie Anderson: Trust me, Peter, the food's to die for. You'll love it. Peter Vaughn: Yes, well... I was really happy to hear that you had returned my call, Trixie. I mean, I know I've been gone from the GCWA for a while, but when I learned I was coming back, I really did want to get together with you again. Trixie Anderson: So how are you feeling? Coming back to such a brutal match? Peter Vaughn: Oh, trust me, I'm not sleeping well at night. I don't know if I can survive a match like this without significant injury... but it's my chance, y'know? To do something that actually keeps me in the history books of the company? Trixie Anderson: Does it really mean that much to you? I think people will remember you. Peter Vaughn: That waiter at the front didn't. But if I'm the last Hardcore Champion of the GCWA... you know I'll be remembered! I just have to, y'know, get past people like Dangerous Dan... and Harvey Danger... and Arachne... and Xtreme... but I will. You just wait and see, I will! Trixie Anderson: And what about TLS asking you to be his partner against Nobody's F'n Better? Peter Vaughn: Yeah... you've known TLS for a while, right? Trixie Anderson: We've never hung out together, but I know some about him, yes. Peter Vaughn: Can he be trusted? I mean, he seems a little... I don't know... off? Trixie Anderson: With The Lost Soul, you just never know what you're going to get. Peter Vaughn: Well, I didn't come here tonight to talk about my Hardcore Title match, or my possible Tag-Team Titles Match. So let's get our orders in, ok? *The waiter comes back to talk to the two, as the camera slowly moves backwards, away from them. We're left with many burning questions, such as will Vaughn and TLS be a team at Heat Wave, or not? Will Vaughn still be able to fight after the Hardcore Battle? And, why in the hell is a 10 like Trixie meeting up with a, well, let's be nice and call him a 2. Trixie and Vaughn? Something's not right. Something's not right at all. We slowly fade out.*
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