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Angelica Vaughn Offline
The One True 5'11 Vaughnemous One!



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Families & Kids, casual fans

(fighting the odds; helps others; disliked by most adult male fans)


#1
02-11-2022, 03:34 PM

IT WAS A NEW DAY, YES IT WAS! That is, if your name was Angelica Vaughn. Because the MOST #Vaughnemous of all #Vaughnstars was starting a new chapter in her life and career. After all, there were only so many World Championships you could win in one place before you got bored and moved on to the next challenge!

Or, alternatively and more truthful to what was actually going on, sometimes your contract simply expired and the agent instructed to get you the best deal possible, had struck one with another company than the one you had called home for many years. Regardless of the reason, Angelica was on the cusp of her official in-ring XWF debut, and that meant it was all hands on deck. Weights had been lifted, in-ring routines had been polished, moves had been perfected as close to perfection as life allowed. But the reality of wrestling, God’s favorite sport, and the greatest form of entertainment His world had ever seen, was that you were only as relevant as the fans allowed you to be. A point of view that was, obvs, undercut by the edgy wrestlers of Edgeville who claimed they cared little to nothing about the fans, and “ermagehrd I hate everything in life, take a look at my twenty titles”. Angelica Vaughn did not subscribe to that opinion or such distasteful rhetoric. She had been a champion many times before, and never had she stooped down to the level of the low hanging fruit. Not ONCE, in close to five years, had she EVER snuck up on someone for a cheap shot, let alone a chair shot to someone’s dome. Then again, she was probably one of a kind in that regard.

And yet, whether she liked it or not, to succeed in the XWF she was going to have to do at least *some* level of reinvention, lest Vinnie stuck her in the mid-card but only as a favor to Roxy. Luckily, she was a gal with a plan, or however that saying goes. At least, that’s what she thought.

Some of the people most relevant to her career were sitting at the round table in her ranch house. The STA Ranch, an abbreviation whose meaning the mindful reader will soon discover, was based in San Antonio, Texas, and it was her base of operations. ‘Operations’ meaning milking cows, gathering free-range eggs, keeping bees, and much, much more.
N-E-Ways, Angelica was standing near her dinner table where both her mother and agent were seated.


Angelica: "So! I’ve been thinking…"

Angelica was pacing around the room, and Edith Seybold, her agent, was taking notes. Edith was the one who had negotiated her XWF contract. She was a woman on the brink of fifty, but she looked closer to thirty. She usually had a stern look. Today was no exception, as she pushed her glasses higher up on the bridge of her nose.

Edith: "Thinking, again? Sometimes I wish you wouldn’t."

Mary shot her an annoyed glance. Mary Vaughn, Angelica’s mother, was a good friend of Edith’s, but she knew Angelica was sometimes insecure about her intelligence. Edith mouthed a quick ‘I’m sorry’, and that was the end of that.

Mary: "What have you been thinking, sweetie?"

Angelica: "Well, I mean,... People have known me for a while now. And I legit LOVE some of the monikers I’ve been given. The #Vaughnemous One, obvs. Oh, and the Leggy Blonde of Legend! But I feel like, for XWF, I need something *new*. So, since I have way too much money anyways because I’ve won so many matches, and Edith got me this amazingly amazeballz new contract, I feel like I need to give back a bit. So that’s why I want you, Edith, to organize a few parties. Because henceforth, Angelica Vaughn will ALSO be known as…

THE FUN-RAISER!"


Angelica spread her arms wide, exclaiming her new moniker as enthusiastically as she could without the use of pyrotechnics. Edith, however, raised her eyebrows.

Edith: "So let me get this straight. I negotiate the biggest money contract of your life for you, and your response is ‘I want to give all the money I make to other people’?"

Angelica: "Well, what else should I do? Give it to the banks? Or keep it in a sock under my bed? Because that means it’s not insured, and given the amount of candles SER BOBBY KNOCKS OVER…"

...she gave her unsuspecting cat some side-eye. Ser Bobby was unaware however, and continued to merrily lick his own anus.

Angelica: "I’d say the chances of it burning down are very large indeed! No, no. Besides, the money I’ll be giving away won’t be MINE anyway, it’ll be money I raised while hosting fun parties!"

Edith: "Sounds pretty socialist to me."

Angelica: "Well that’s too bad then, Edith! If others can feed off my success and lead better lives as a result, then so be it! In fact, I’d love that!"

Mary: "That’s what sharks do, honey. They allow others to feed off of them because it makes them stronger."

Edith: "The only thing you have in common with sharks, I’m afraid, is that you don’t live in Eritrea. Now, don’t get me wrong Angelica, I am on your payroll, and my percentage is set, so I’m on your side, but please… What is your plan here, exactly?"

Angelica: "Well, isn’t it totes obvs? We host super amazeballz parties, like I’ve done a literal bazillion times for my Kappa Alpha Tau sorority, and the money we make goes to the poor and disenfranchised!"

Edith: "Okay, so a couple of questions there… Do you know what ‘literal’ means, first of all??"

Angelica: "Yes, it means you can spell very well and are great with words and stuff. Like, you’re literally both of those things."

Edith: "Okay, we’ll circle back to that at some point. Secondly, if you want to be known as the FUN-raiser, what kind of event did you have in mind?"

Angelica: "Excellent question!"

Edith: "That’s why you pay me the big bucks."

Angelica: "Well, for example, I was thinking of a big event where every can buy an entrance ticket, there’d be heaps of clowns!"

Edith: "Clowns?"

Mary: "...clowns?"

Angelica: "UH-HUH! I mean, what’s funnier than clowns, am I right?"

Edith: "I’ve seen roadkill with tire tracks on their head that were funnier than clowns, Angelica."

Angelica: "Those were probs hyenas, because they’re inherently hilarious! No no, like seriously sers, clowns are the pinnacle of funniness! See, I remember one time…"

Angelica interrupted her sentence because of a chuckle.

Angelica: "I once was at this circus show, right? And there was this clown, and…. haha…"

Her own laughter broke her up. She grabbed her sides as she reveled in the memory she thought was hilarious.

Angelica: "See, like, he was walking… haha… and then it turned out, right,.... that RIGHT in front of him… was this banana peel! And then he stepped on it… and SLIPPED! Haha! It was the funniest thing I’ve ever seen! He fell flat on his nose!"

Angelica started coughing and heaving in laughter while Edith and Mary frowned.

Edith: "Right. Right. I can see how that could be funny. If you’re, like, five years old."

Mary: "Edith! Don’t be rude to my daughter, please!"

Edith: "Fine, fine. Just let me ask her one question, if you please. Angelica, what is your plan for beating Jenny Myst?"

*record scratch*

Angelica’s laughter was stifled. She coughed once more and then looked at her agent.

Angelica: "What do you mean?"

Edith: "Look, Angelica. You’ve been a legit contender throughout your career, but this is new territory. People don’t look at you like a Grand-Slammer here, they see fresh meat to feast upon. Jenny Myst is nothing out of the ordinary, but according to my sources she basically begged the executives to face you. My guess is she wants to knock you off the perch that the media and your reputation have constructed. For her own self-gain! For clout! So how will you prevent that from happening?"

Angelica: "...by beating her?"

Edith: "I’m going to need you to be more specific."

Angelica: "Specific how?? Edith, you are a great agent. But you know what I am? I am a pretty darn good wrestler, if I say so myself. I spend countless hours in that training ring, and you know why? To develop habits. And habits develop instincts. And instincts get ingrained into your muscle memory. And muscle memory, as someone totes SMORT and experienced once told me, is everything. I know what I have to do to beat Jenny Myst. Heck, it’s probs even ingrained into my DNA at this point. I have to be myself, first and foremost, and give that scoundrel of a Myst a good dosage of lickety-split kicks!"

Edith: "Yes, but…"

But Angelica wanted to hear no more about it. She snapped her fingers and shook her head.

Angelica: "Nuh-uh-uh! No more of this defeatist talk! If you go into a match assuming you’ll lose N-E-Ways, you will totes and defs and most certainzly axly-solutely lose to the maxest! I am gonna go into that match and assume I will beat Jenny Myst, because who did she ever beat anyway, right? Now, let’s focus on happier stuff. What do you guys wanna drink?"

Edith: "Still water."

Mary: "Still water for me as well please, sweetheart."

Angelica: "Ugh, right… ‘Dry’ february. Worst month of the year, but fine! I’ll make us all some totes rad vegan cocktails! No need to have still water! Besides, this is Texas, I’m sure the tap water here is more dangerous than liquid nitrogen."

Edith: "Vegan cocktails? You mean virgin?"

Mary elbowed Edith in the shoulder and whispered to her..

Mary: "Hush! You know she’s very insecure about that!"

Edith: "Sorry!"

While Edith was whispering back, Angelica had already grabbed some glasses and some bottles. A minute later, she presented them to the ladies.

Angelica: "TA-DAAA! I present to you… the vegan screwdriver!"

Edith: "Vi… I mean… Wow, vegan cocktails!"

The sarcasm in her voice would be picked up by most people, but not Angelica.

Angelica: "Totes rad, right? They’re screwdrivers, but without alcohol! I’ve been trying to cut down anyway, so… Hurray for vegan screwdrivers!"

Edith: "So… orange juice?"

Angelica: "Nuh-uh! Screwdrivers! But without alcohol!"

Mary once again elbowed Edith.

Mary: "These look amazing, sweetie! And I love those paper umbrellas you put in."

Angelica: "They’re what makes it classy, am I right? "

Edith: "Yes, I am… So excited about this radical innovation. Anyway, can we talk about your first Savage a bit more?"

Angelica: "In a minute! Gotta feed the cats, or sers Bobby and Alex will be nibbling on my toes all night again!"

Angelica scurried off, looking for the finest catfood chicken casserole she could find, while Edith leaned over to Mary.

Edith: "So… A new era of #Vaughnemous ness."

Mary: "A change of scenery will do her some good, I think. XWF has been vocal about wanting her on the payroll. She’ll be appreciated here."

Edith: "I hope so. Her sister was a Universal Champion here, after all."

Mary: "And my Angie has beaten the Demon Child plenty of times."

Edith: "You really have a hard time letting go of that, don’t you?"

Mary: "Yes. Is it that weird? Angelica’s, and the demon child’s, father shaped my life, Edith. He molded it, for better AND worse. Sarah Lacklan was the bane of my existence for so long. So very, very long."

Mary cast her eyes downward.

Mary: "If only she had never existed. Imagine what might’ve been…"

Edith: "Well, no need to get into that now! Cheer up, Mary! You have your whole life in front of you. Think about THAT!"

Mary grinned, then looked over her shoulder. Angelica was still scooping cat food in her cats’ trays. The coast was clear.

Mary: "Yeah, like… Did you see that Peter Vaughn guy? I mean, he’s kind of… hot, isn’t he? I mean, it’s probably just because of his last name, but it’s not like *our* last name has any connection to him. Just imagine, I don’t even know if he’s married or not, but if Peter Vaughn were to like, sat,...."

Angelica: "MOM! EWWWW! Are you talking about Cousin Pete???"

Angelica had her hands in her hair. She had quietly snuck up on them to hear what their hushed voices had been discussing, only to be disgusted by what little she had heard.

Angelica: "Someone hold my hair back! Ew ew ew!"

Edith: "Angie! You’re not even related!"

Angelica: "But it feels like it! Why do you think I wanted to start calling him Cousin Pete!??? You ruined THAT bit, mom! Thanks for nothing! "

Mary: "Look, I’m sorry! But he’s a janitor! Who wouldn’t want a proper handyman in the house!?"

Angelica: "GROSSSSS, never EVER utter the word ‘handy’ again, mom! Haven’t you scarred me enough, emotionally??"

Mary: "Now THAT is unfair!"

Angelica: "Fine! Let’s compromise, meaning you will never ever again declare any kind of romantic interest in the XWF Universal Champion who I share a last name with! Besides, aren’t you like WAY older than he is?"

Mary: "Hey now missy, I just might be, but I’m younger than Centurion, who is dating your good friend Ruby, who is about Peter’s age!"

Angelica: "She is NOT my friend, mom! Also, you being younger than Centurion isn”t the home run argument you were hoping for! Also, Pete’s like at least 3 inches shorter than I am!"

Mary: "I’m sure he’ll make up for those inches somewhere el-”"

Angelica: "LALALALALLALALALALALALALALALAAAAAA!"

Having inserted her fingers in her ears, Angelica didn’t even wanna hear it. Instead, she shut her eyes and imagined herself pinning Jenny Myst in the cleanest way possible after her patented #Vaughnemous punt kick.

Angelica: "Look! Can we just focus on the matter at hand here? I want to restart my brand! I want to help people while doing so and become the undisputed FUN-raiser! And I want to beat Jenny Myst clean! Now, can you help me do that, or do I have to hire some kind of manager type?"

Edith looked over at Mary before smirking.

Edith: "Well, it’s funny you should mention that, because… I DID take a small liberty and put out some feelers. And here’s the thing, Angie. I got you a new manager. You can have three guesses!"

Angelica: "Oh! Errr… Bob Marley?"

Mary: "He died, sweetheart. Long time ago."

Angelica: "Really? Awww, shucks. Err, David Bowie?"

Mary: "Also dead."

Angelica: "What!? Nobody ever tells me anything! Okay, last guess… John Lennon!"

Edith: "Very, very dead. Come on Angie, you’re a Beatles fan, you don’t know he’s dead!?"

Angelica: "Like I said, nobody ever tell me anything."

At that point, the doors swung open. And Angelica’s new manager was revealed. And Angie squealed in delight.

Angelica: "OW EM GEEEEE! SIS!!!!! I MISSED YOU SO MANY TONS OF WHATSOEVERSOMUCH LIKES OBVS AND TOTES!"

Angelica ran towards Sarah Lacklan, picked her up and spun her round. Family reunions are beautiful, no?
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