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The Exiles - A Hangover In Vegas P1
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(heel alignment but liked by many; has earned respect despite breaking the rules often)


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02-20-2022, 09:11 PM




The Road So Far:

Lord Of The Thrones

A Clash Of The Two Towers

The Return Of The Storm Of Swords

A Secret War Is Brewing, P1

A Secret War Is Brewing, P2

A Secret War Is Brewing, P3

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Peter Vaughn has had a lot going on in his life in the last month. He's battled in virtual reality, been shot by his supposed half-brother, defeated monsters and survived cataclysms. But none of that really matters for the Denzel Porter Invitational, so let's set all of that to the side. It seems like it's almost going to be a break from the norm for Peter this week. After all, he's getting to hang out with his friends & allies in the Exiles in Las Vegas, Sin City, The City of Second Chances, and so many other nicknames. He's used his newfound wealth and attachments with the CCPE to secure prime real estate just for the event, living up to his brand as a current Four-Time World Champion. Surely nothing's going to go wrong with something like that, right? Right?



~The picture comes up on a quiet scene of beauty and upper-class wealth. The luxury living room has some of the finest furniture you’ve ever seen. We can see a piano in the background, along with a wet bar along the side to give everyone the drink they’re looking for. A glass chandelier hangs from the ceiling. The camera moves through the suite, showing a card sitting on a nearby desk that proclaims this to be part of the Venetian Resort. A quick peek into one of the bedrooms shows more luxury, from the silk sheets to the curtains hanging above the bed. In the midst of this expensive suite, though, there appears to be signs of a disturbance. Some of the pillows are thrown around, for instance, and there are various items scattered across the floor.~

~The camera moves on further, passing by the bedroom and entering into a beautiful master bathroom. We see the wide expanse of the room, passing by the glass-enclosed shower area to approach where the jacuzzi is located. As we get closer, we can tell that the jacuzzi is occupied. There is a man laying in there, half in the water, half out. Interestingly, he appears to be fully clothed, despite being in the jetted tub. As the camera approaches closely, we can finally make out the face of the man in the tub. It’s Peter Vaughn, the current XWF Universal Champion. We get close on his face, as we see the eyelids flickering. A moment later, Vaughn’s eyes open up, staring almost at the camera, but slightly to the side.~

Peter Vaughn: Wha… wha’s going on? I don’t… wait… why am I… what is this?

~Vaughn slowly sits up, feeling some of the water dripping off of him. Both of his arms were outside the jacuzzi, staying dry while the rest of him soaked in the tub. He looks down at himself, taking in the picture of him sitting fully clothed in the jacuzzi. For a second, he looks on with a major look of confusion on his face. After a few more seconds, though, he starts laughing to himself before slowly starting to get up.~

Peter Vaughn: A prank… I get it. Very smooth, whoever did this. Come take your pictures, you know you want to.

~As he steps over the edge of the jacuzzi, Vaughn slips slightly, but manages to catch himself. He gets all the way out, stepping down, feeling the chill in the room as he shakes off more excess water. He takes off his designer shirt, throwing the sopping wet piece of cloth to the side. We get a short view of his surprisingly-defined abs (no one ever expects Vaughn to be in shape under his outfit, despite his many victories) before he reaches over and puts on a nearby robe. Thus covered, he turns away from the camera and gets rid of the rest of his wet clothes, flinging them off before tying the robe tightly around him.~

Peter Vaughn: Seriously, guys, if I catch a cold and lose a title match because of this, I’m not going to be happy.

~Vaughn slowly walks out, looking around the penthouse suite. There is still nothing else happening, despite his shouting. Looking more puzzled than concerned, Vaughn shrugs and walks around to one of the bedrooms, heading inside. He walks up to a suitcase, reaching into it to pull out some fresh clothes. Thankfully, it’s actually more of a suitcase than the duffel bag he’s been known to use in the past.~

Peter Vaughn: Glad I brought extras. “Be prepared”, that’s what my dad always taught me. Too bad he was never prepared for anything in his life, but I can still follow that motto, I suppose. Always good to be ready for anything.

~As Vaughn turns, preparing to take off the robe to change, he stops in his tracks. On the other side of the bed, laying on the ground with a pillow under him, is Xavier Lux. He’s facing away from Vaughn, towards the bed. Vaughn walks over to him, shaking Lux’s shoulder.~

Peter Vaughn: Wakey wakey, eggs & bakey. Okay, that’s a lie, there’s no breakfast, but we can at least call something in. What are you doing on the floor?

~Vaughn shakes Lux again, a little rougher this time. After a second, Lux’s eyes open wide, and he grabs at Vaughn’s arm, yanking him downwards. He twists, as if trying to put Vaughn into a submission hold, but Vaughn manages to pull free just in time, thanks to Lux still waking up.~

Peter Vaughn: Whoa, whoa, calm down! It’s already been a weird morning, we don’t need to add injuries to the list!

Xavier Lux: … What the hell? Peter? Where… what’s…

~Lux sits up, rubbing his head as if it’s hurting. He grabs at the sheets, pulling himself further up. The sheets start to slide, though, so Vaughn quickly grabs his arm, hauling him up.~

Peter Vaughn: I was the one who was going to do the questions, actually. Like, who put me in the jacuzzi and ruined some of my clothes? I mean, okay, they’re probably salvageable, but I’ll probably give them away or something. They aren’t going to be the same.

Xavier Lux: What are you talking about? … Wait, why are you in a robe?

~Lux looks strangely at Vaughn, putting together that he’s in a robe with clothes hanging off of one arm. Vaughn grimaces, shaking his head and not bothering to answer Lux’s question..~

Peter Vaughn: So you don’t know. Well, I’m going to get changed. Maybe you can go find out what Bam and Betsy are doing, or if Chris is already around somewhere.

~Vaughn walks off, disappearing into another bathroom and shutting the door behind him. Lux shakes his head, looking around the place where he apparently fell asleep.~

Xavier Lux: I don’t know what the hell I’m doing here…

~Xavier grabs the pillow off the floor and throws it at the bed, before rubbing the back of his head once again. He wanders off, to explore the rest of the penthouse suite and see if he can figure out why there’s such a gap in his memory.~



So it’s finally time for the Denzel Porter Invitational. Cool.

When Denzel’s people approached me to ask if the Exiles would be part of his event, I had no idea how many things would have changed by the time we approached the Invitational. I agreed to have my team wrestle on Night One, when obviously, in hindsight, we should have booked to headline Night 3. After all, it’s going to feature the current XWF Universal Champion, the current PW Valor World Champion, and the TPW International Champion… aka me, the 3 Peat of Wrestling.

Along with former world champions in “The Impossible Traveler” Betsy Granger and “Venom” Xavier Lux, we should clearly be in a main event, fighting against the best the wrestling world has to offer. Well, we didn’t make the main event, but I can say that we are facing some exemplary talent.

That’s another change that’s taken place since this event was first announced. Back in the day, I had no connections to Thaddeus Duke or Mark Flynn, and now we’re members of Chronic Chris Page Enterprises together, along with Xavier. That makes this a match that’s going to be very difficult for Chris, since he’ll have signees in both corners of this brawl. Personally, I expect Chris is just going to sit back and enjoy the fight, knowing that it’s bringing more name recognition for all of us. And let’s face it, it’s not like I’ve worked with Duke or Flynn in any capacity anywhere else.

So let’s talk about ol’ Thaddeus. He’s just gone through some tough battles, defeating his father, marrying his… sweetheart… and now from what I hear, he’s been contemplating retirement. Either that, or just a break from the business for a while. You know, Thaddeus, I hear you on that. Sometimes people just want to go live their lives outside the ring for a while, maybe raise some little Thads and ‘Haras. I get that.

Now, that’s not me. At all. I’m reaching my prime right now, destroying everyone I come across, and I’m planning to do just that again at the DPI. Maybe you aren’t as focused on the challenge coming your way, but I’m extremely locked into taking down a Duke and adding you to my resume. After all, you’re definitely floundering, taking that loss to that Raion kid that’s beating up on veterans. Honestly, that kid is stealing my gimmick, I’m going to have to do something about that sooner rather than later.

But it hasn’t diminished the Duke name. Not for me, at least. I want to have a Duke on my win column, another name added to show the world just how great a 2022 I’m having. I want people to look at the wins and say, “Peter’s defeated guys like Jim Caedus, Barney Green, Dickie Watson, Corey Black, El Diablo Blanco, Supreme Machine, AND Thaddeus Duke? What a legend.”

Hell, it’d be sweet if I was the one who got the pin on you. But I won’t be targeting you, or anyone, really, for that matter. I actually have nothing bad to say about any of the opponents who will be across from us. I respect Duke, I respect Flynn, and I respect Corey Smith, even if he hasn’t signed up with CCPE yet.

I do have to wonder, though: will you three be as cohesive a unit as the Exiles will become by Night One? Xavier and I have known each other for years. Betsy and I have teamed up several times in planned assaults, and they’ve always gone without a hitch. Really, we’re a tight squad that you’re going to have to try to bring your troops together to survive, Thaddeus. I guess, since you guys call yourselves “Genesis”, maybe you think you’re got that unity. I guess we’ll see if your friends are willing to sell themselves out to save you from a Plunge or a Cure.

Do you trust the guys around you, Thaddeus, as much as I trust the ones around me? Because that can be the difference between a victory and a defeat.




~The bathroom door swings open again and Peter Vaughn walks out, now dressed in a slightly-duller but much-dryer assortment of clothing. He checks himself in the mirror, studying it for a second before shrugging in reluctant acceptance of what he sees. He heads out, searching around once again for everyone else.~

Peter Vaughn: Xavier? Where’d you wander off to?

~After a moment, there’s a yell from the formal dining area.~

Xavier Lux: In here, Peter. I think she’s dead.

~Vaughn, looking a little more concerned than before, turns and hurries into the room. He finds Xavier Lux poking at the arm of Betsy Granger with a napkin roll. She’s slumped over in a chair pulled up to the dining table. A tray with a half-eaten meal sits in front of her, obviously brought up by room service. There is broken debris on the floor, apparently due to the remains of another chair that has been shattered. Lux nudges her again, shaking his head.~

Peter Vaughn: Did you check for a pulse?

Xavier Lux: I’m not getting my fingerprints anywhere near this woman. How should I know how she died?

Betsy Granger: I’m not dead, but someone’s going to be if you don’t talk quieter.

~Lux jumps back, startled, as Granger slowly sits up, favoring her head as if nursing the world’s heaviest hangover. She glares at both Lux and Vaughn before turning away, moving to the side and grabbing one of the free bottles of water that the staff makes sure to leave for all their customers. Hydration is life, after all. She drinks some from the bottle as Vaughn glances over at Lux, who shrugs.~

Xavier Lux: She looked dead. What do you want me to say?

Peter Vaughn: I’m just glad she’s not. I’d never get Chris to sign off on another penthouse suite if that happened. He’d probably book us at the Motel 6 or something.

Xavier Lux: Nah, never happen. He’d die before he saw any of his clients in a place like that. It’d be bad for business.

Peter Vaughn: You’re probably right. So, Betsy… any idea what happened last night? Maybe any recollection of a prank involving the jacuzzi?

Betsy Granger: What are you talking about? I don’t remember anything about last night.

Xavier Lux: Me neither.

Peter Vaughn: Yeah, it’s kind of a blur, isn’t it? Hmmm. Where’s Bam? Maybe he knows more than we do.

Xavier Lux: Yeah, see, I checked all of the rooms here, and I only found Sleeping Beauty over here.

Peter Vaughn: What? He’s got to be here somewhere. You just missed him.

~Vaughn, annoyed, walks off, beginning to search the large area. He walks by the 85-inch flat screen, admiring it for a moment, before continuing to the two bedrooms and searching through them, calling out Bam Miller’s name. Granger, ignoring both of them, is just focusing on getting her energy back, while Lux goes and turns the TV on to start watching a show. After a few minutes, Vaughn comes back to where they’re both waiting.~

Peter Vaughn: So, we have a problem. Bam’s not here.

Xavier Lux: I told you so.

Betsy Granger: It’s Vegas. He probably went out early to go hit the casinos.

Xavier Lux: Or get drunk. Do either of you remember drinking much last night? I don’t see any empty bottles here, but my head feels like I drank a lot.

Peter Vaughn: I’ve never woken up feeling like this.

Xavier Lux: Amateur.

Peter Vaughn: No, I mean, passed out in the jacuzzi? That doesn’t seem right somehow.

~Vaughn walks back and forth, pacing, starting to get worked up. Lux and Granger don’t seem as concerned. Granger walks off one of the bathrooms, heading inside, while Lux keeps watching television.~

Peter Vaughn: I’m telling you, this is very suspicious. You know, maybe Thad, Flynn, or Corey did something to our food. Maybe they poisoned us to keep us from wrestling at the Denzel Porter Invitational.

Xavier Lux: You’re crazy, Peter. Most of them are under the CCPE banner, same as us.

Peter Vaughn: Yeah, but what if… they drugged the water bottles??

~Vaughn, suddenly remembering what Granger had just drank, rushes off, banging on the door to the bathroom.~

Peter Vaughn: Betsy! Are you okay in there?? You didn’t pass out again, did you??

~After a moment, there’s the sound of a flush. Vaughn steps back, moving away from the door, as the sound of running water can now be heard. Granger finally opens the door, glaring out at Vaughn.~

Betsy Granger: You’re making way too much noise.

Peter Vaughn: Sorry, I thought… well, I was wrong. I’m just trying to figure out what happened.

Betsy Granger: Actually, I think I know what happened.

~Granger steps out, tossing a trash can’s contents out onto the floor. Vaughn jumps back, out of range, but then takes a closer look at what’s now scattered on the carpet.~

Peter Vaughn: Are those… tranquilizer darts?

Betsy Granger: Used-up tranq darts. Looks like they’re all empty.

~Lux gets up and stares at the ground, then turns to Vaughn.~

Xavier Lux: Damn it Peter.

Peter Vaughn: Wha- What? I didn’t… I haven’t…

Xavier Lux: Everyone knows tranq darts are your specialty, Pete. What’d you do, shoot all of us last night in a drunken haze?

Peter Vaughn: Of course not! I didn’t even bring my gun! I would never use them against Thad & Mark! And, well, if I tried against Corey, I might hit the wrong person, and then Chris would be pissed with me.

Betsy Granger: So why are the darts here then?

Peter Vaughn: I DON’T KNOW!!

~The three Exile members are silent for a few seconds, as Vaughn is just shaking his head. He leans over and looks closer at the darts, considering them.~

Peter Vaughn: I’m being framed. I’ve never fired darts of this type before. Who knows what the drug mixture was inside of these inferior darts? It’s probably why we can’t remember much about last night… wait, were we with Bam?

Betsy Granger: Yes, Bam was here… at least, I think so.

Peter Vaughn: So where is he now? If he was shot the same as the rest of us, why isn’t he lying somewhere in the suite? Unless… Bam was the actual target.

Xavier Lux: What, you think someone broke into our hotel room, shot us all, and kidnapped Bam Miller?

Peter Vaughn: I admit, it sounds farfetched, but how else do you explain him not being here?

Xavier Lux: There’s a thousand reasons he could be gone!

Betsy Granger: He could be gambling.

Xavier Lux: He could have a hot date.

Betsy Granger: Could be he’s still drinking from last night.

Xavier Lux: Maybe he’s out buying a new motorcycle.

Betsy Granger: We can’t just jump to conclusions.

~A phone starts ringing, startling all three of them. Vaughn is the first to move, answering it after two and a half rings.~

Peter Vaughn: Hello? Oh… hi, Chris, we were just talking about you…. What? No, nothing bad, I swear… who? Oh, uh… Bam’s not here right now… he missed what? Okay, okay, well, we’ll, uh, try to find him… I’m sure it’s nothing… it’s Vegas, y’know? Okay, Chris… goodbye…

~Vaughn hangs up the phone, shaking his head once more.~

Peter Vaughn: Bam missed a promotional interview Chris lined up for him. Chris isn’t happy.

Xavier Lux: Why didn’t you just tell him he’s missing and we don’t know what happened?

Peter Vaughn: Because Chris has done good work for me, and I don’t want to reward that with trouble. So let’s spend some time trying to figure out what happened. What do we do next?

Betsy Granger: We need to retrace our steps. Everyone empty your pockets, let’s see if there are any clues.

~Granger and Lux both start emptying their pockets onto the table. Vaughn just watches them, not getting involved.~

Xavier Lux: Excuse me, Peter, you mind joining in here? These are your worries we’re trying to help, after all.

Peter Vaughn: Yeah, anything that was in my pockets turned into wet sludge from hours in the jacuzzi. I’m not going to be much help there.

~Lux looks grossed out at the thought. Meanwhile, Granger holds up a receipt she found.~

Betsy Granger: Looks like we went to a show as a group. It’s for the David Copperfield performance. Why’d we go see someone so old? There are much better magicians nowadays.

Xavier Lux: I’ve got a receipt for Gordon Ramsay’s Hell’s Kitchen restaurant. Why the hell did we go there?

Peter Vaughn: I’d assume it was to meet Gordon Ramsay.

Betsy Granger: I really doubt he was there.

Peter Vaughn: You never know! Wait… so I might have met Gordon Ramsay, and FORGOT ABOUT IT?? Damn, that sucks.

~Vaughn kicks at a nearby table, knocking it over. Lux gets up, walking over to Vaughn.~

Xavier Lux: C’mon, man, you’re famous now. If you need to meet Ramsay, even for a second time, I’m sure it can be arranged.

~Lux smacks Vaughn on the arm, looking surprised as Vaughn yelps and hops away. He rubs at his arm, looking confused.~

Xavier Lux: I didn’t hit you that hard. Was that where you think the dart hit you?

Peter Vaughn: I don’t know, it felt… strange…

~Vaughn slowly rolls up the sleeve of his shirt, looking underneath at what he had missed earlier due to rapidly getting dressed after his dip in the jacuzzi. We see what appears to be a fresh tattoo showing up on Vaughn’s arm. It’s a single name, done in fancy cursive, with a picture designed above it~

Betsy Granger: Who’s… Aimi?

Peter Vaughn: Oh… oh damn… she’s… she’s a friend who I helped out recently…

Xavier Lux: Ahhh, a secret crush? Not so secret anymore, I guess.

Peter Vaughn: It’s not like that! I mean… I didn’t think it was like that…

~The wrestler moves over to the mirror, giving him a better look at the tattoo.. At least it’s decent work, but it’s certainly a strange sight.~

Betsy Granger: So we’ve got a show, a restaurant, and apparently a tattoo parlor somewhere to work with. We should check your credit card usage, Peter, maybe it’ll give us where you got your ink.

Peter Vaughn: A tattoo… I got a damn tattoo and don’t remember it… how is that possible?

~Vaughn goes back to studying the marking on his arm, as Granger and Lux search around for anything else that might tell them what happened on the lost night of their lives.~



I got to say, the one man I’m most looking forward to facing in this contest is Mr. Mark Flynn.

Flynn, you’re a hell of a wrestler. Straight up, you’re probably one of the best I’ve faced in my recent run since leaving OCW the hell behind me. And I have to acknowledge that you got a victory over me that one night on Wednesday Night Warfare. Now sure, there was interference from Apex, that former stable that imploded soon after thanks to the attacks of the Exiles, and that played a major part in me getting distracted and you getting the pinfall.

You didn’t knock me out. You didn’t have to. And I just want to say, right now, to the entire world: I respect that.

Hey, I’m not going to be one of those whiny crybabies I’ve fought in the past, who never accept that I got a victory over them. Have you heard Supreme Machine’s low-pitched crying? It’s really sad to hear. No, I won’t be like those guys. You beat me. I let my guard down, and all the blame falls on my shoulders.

But I’ve been wanting a rematch with you ever since that day. You’ve been moved high onto my list of wrestlers to take on, guys I need to take down if I want to proclaim myself one of the greatest of all time. Sure, I’ve got three championships right now, I’m having the roll of a lifetime, but that doesn’t change the fact that I’m not undefeated during that period.

I can’t take that loss off my record. But I can sure as hell add a W right next to it, can’t I? And sure, it’s not a singles match, much as I wish it could be. If I could defend the XWF Universal Title against you, Mark, I would. You deserve it. But the higher-ups there have their list of guys for the belt, and I’ve got to get through Alias and Charlie Nickels first before you can be considered.

So a tag-team match is about the best I can wish for right now, I suppose.

I guess I can ask you the same question I asked Thaddeus: do you think you can trust your partners like I trust mine? Thaddeus has been known to put himself first whenever circumstances have allowed it, after all. Maybe he’ll decide just to take a walk rather than take a beating, making this a three on two handicap match. Maybe Corey Smith will kick you in the back of the head while you’re not looking.

I don’t know why Corey would do that, but it could happen.

If the odds turn against you, Mark, I’m not going to back down just because you’re a CCPE client, just like I wouldn’t expect you to do the same while facing me. I respect you too much not to try and kick your ass as badly as I possibly can. If you get struck in the face by one of your partners, either by accident or on purpose, and you end up laying in the center of the ring, you can bet I’m going to be flying down on you as soon as possible with The Plunge. The only question after that will be do I let Betsy and Xavier get their own shots in on you, or do I just pin you quickly for the 1-2-3?

Well, that should be obvious. I’d love to be the one you have to talk about having put your shoulders to the mat and defeated you, no matter how it happens. I’m so looking forward to this second clash between us, Mark. Maybe, once this is over, I’ll get myself another partner and come to face you and NKWC in a true tag-team test. For now, though, you’re just going to have to find a way to rely on your Genesis partners.

Good luck with that.




~We’re now outside the Venetian, in the loading and unloading area for the Las Vegas hotel. Xavier Lux and Peter Vaughn are standing off to the side, with Vaughn continuously rubbing at his arm.~

Xavier Lux: You want to stop that, Peter. You’ll get it infected or something.

Peter Vaughn: I still can’t believe it. I can’t believe, even if I was drunk, I would go that far.

Xavier Lux: Well one of the things I’ve learned from Paco is, alcohol can make you do some strange things.

~Vaughn runs a hand over his head, looking a little frustrated. He never likes being out of control, in any way. Yet somehow it happened last night. But what went down? Lux seems a lot less concerned, having experienced some crazy moments in the recent past thanks to his father. He leans against the side of the hotel, as Betsy Granger comes walking out of the garage area.~

Betsy Granger: I asked around. Took some convincing, but one guy admitted he saw us leave. He said we were heard talking about tattoos and pointed us in a specific direction.

~Granger is doing her best not to show anything across her face as Vaughn looks more agitated. He gets up, moving over to where the drivers are currently waiting.~

Peter Vaughn: You’ve got an address? For all we know, Bam is still there getting more and more tattoos. We may not even recognize the guy once they’re done with him.

Betsy Granger: I wouldn’t worry about that. It’s not Bam’s kind of place. But let’s check it out regardless and see if he was there.

~Granger moves over to the nearest cab, giving him the information, then gets in the passenger seat. The driver glances over at her, but decides it’s not worth complaining about. Lux pushes Vaughn forward and they get in the car, driving away from the hotel.~

~When the cab finally stops, having worked through early-morning Las Vegas traffic, Vaughn is staring out the window at the place they’ve arrived at. The name on the building here in the Chinatown district is the Tat Bar Las Vegas. Vaughn groans to himself, seeing more proof of what’s happened. He heads for the door, intent on possibly rescuing Bam and finding out more about what’s happened.~

Betsy Granger: You’re headed towards the wrong place, Peter.

~Vaughn stops in his tracks, looking back in confusion.~

Peter Vaughn: … It’s NOT the Tat Bar? Then why’d we come over here?

Xavier Lux: I’d like to know that myself.

~Granger simply points to the side, with Lux and Vaughn looking over that way. Vaughn does a double take. Lux starts to laugh. There’s a large vintage travel trailer sitting there with the name “Buxom Bettie” on the side of it. It also has a large label on the side that reads:

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Peter Vaughn: … “Faux” tattoos? Like… fake?

Betsy Granger: I’m surprised you didn’t wash it off in the jacuzzi, or at least smear it when you were drying off. They must do really good work here.

~Vaughn lifts up his sleeve once again, taking a closer look at the tattoo. Now, if he’s looking for it, he can see a few parts that are fainter than the others, as some of the ink has worn off. It’s still completely visible, but it’s obviously not a real tattoo. Vaughn takes a deep sigh of relief.~

Xavier Lux: You lucked out, bro. That doorman could have sent us anywhere, you’d probably have a picture of Exiles Rule on your ass from now on.

Peter Vaughn: You know, I never checked my ass…

~Lux and Granger shake their heads and turn away, as Vaughn considers the possibilities, before shaking them off.~

Peter Vaughn: Well, we’re here, let’s see if they’ve seen Bam.

~The trio goes over to the trailer, banging on it, and a woman steps out with a smile.~

Woman: What do you know, happy customers! Back for more, Peter, Xavier?

Xavier Lux: Wait… what do you mean, more?

~Lux immediately walks off, checking his arms and legs, looking for any new markings, as Vaughn smirks after him.~

Betsy Granger: We wanted to ask about our visit last night. Our memories are kind of blurry.

Peter Vaughn: As in, we don’t remember a thing about it. Do you know how many of us there were last night?

Woman: Ummm, okay, there was you three and that other guy. Pow or Bang or something…

Betsy Granger: Bam.

Woman: That’s right, Bam. He laughed off the idea of temporary tattoos but suggested you guys try it. I admit, he seemed to be handling the liquor a little better than you were. But that just made things more fun. I feel like the best tattoos come when the person is absolutely hammered. They speak from their soul.

Peter Vaughn: That really doesn’t seem ethical.

Woman: But it pays the bills. Besides, you got a quality tattoo without having to worry about the commitment. It will be totally gone in a couple of days.

Peter Vaughn: Which is a serious relief… I think…

Betsy Granger: Why, Peter, were you getting used to the idea of having a tattoo?

Peter Vaughn: No, no, of course not…

~Vaughn is less than convincing, but Granger lets it slide. She turns back to the woman tattooist.~

Betsy Granger: Did we happen to say where we were going next?

Woman: I think you were going to get a bite to eat. That Bam guy sounded like he was starving. I don’t know where you were headed, though.

Betsy Granger: I think I do. Thank you.

~The woman nods and heads back into the trailer, waiting for the next non-sober customers to come her way. Granger and Vaughn walk back to the curb where their cab is still waiting. Lux hurries over to join them.~

Xavier Lux: I think she was lying, guys. I checked, and I have no new tattoos anywhere. Thank goodness!

Peter Vaughn: So you checked your back thoroughly? Your neck? Your ass?

Xavier Lux: There’s… there’s nothing there, and if there is, it’s going away soon anyways, right?

Betsy Granger: A few weeks, tops.

Peter Vaughn: Maybe a month.

Xavier Lux: … Fuck.

~Granger and Vaughn exchange a humorous glance, knowing they’ve gotten under Lux’s skin, before they get into the cab to head to their next destination.~



And finally, last but not least… well, depending on who you ask… we have Corey Smith, the Supercontinental Champion.

I’ve heard a lot of crazy things about you, Mr. Smith, and I’m sorry that we haven’t been able to get acquainted before now. You know what it’s like: you fight who’s put in front of you, and since I was already on a diagonal course right past your division to the Universal Championship, we just never found a way to meet in the ring before now.

It’s interesting that I’ve started calling myself the Mechanic, while you’ve used the name The Engineer in the past. It almost makes us like brothers, doesn’t it?

… Nah, you’re right, we don’t have that much in common, other than being champions who can’t be stopped. Here I’ve battling through virtual reality, fighting goblins, White Walkers, and dangerous wizards, while you’ve been going into outer space and making deals with faerie folk and alien invaders…

Wrestling is a strange sport, isn’t it?

I still have respect for you, Corey, even if, for some strange reason, your name just isn’t as big as Thaddeus or Flynn. It’s a shame, really, as you should be known as one of the greatest in the sport, but you’ve really been stuck in that Supercontinental Division for too long. Maybe, once I take care of Alias, Nickels, and Flynn, I’ll push for you to get the next shot?

Actually, I’ll have to talk it over with Chris Page. He’s been pretty good at advising me on the best paths to take with my career, after all, so he should involved in these discussions.

Maybe the two of us fighting it out at the Denzel Porter Invitational will open up some eyes for you. Honestly, as crazy as this might sound, you’re the guy I least expect to be pinning or submitting on Night One. My biggest priority regarding Corey Smith will be making sure you’re out of the ring when the outcome is coming down.

Maybe that’ll keep me from getting the pinfall myself on Thaddeus or Flynn, which would be a bummer. But when it comes down to it, I need to make sure, Corey, you’re not a factor in the finale of this all-star contest. It might take slamming your throat across the barricade, doing a little damage. Maybe I could just borrow some handcuffs from the local police force that will be in attendance and keep you out of it that way.

Maybe my tranquilizer gun will be floating around somewhere. You never really know with that thing, it pops up out of nowhere all the time. It even made it to Vegas already, although it’s been a strange run so far.

Whatever the plan ends up being, Corey, I hope you’re not too sore at us when we take you out of this contest. It’s not going to be personal. The Exiles are nothing if not all about the business of professional wrestling. It’s the reason we outlasted Apex, the reason we’ve taken over several federations, and the reason we continue to be victorious wherever we go.

Genesis is certainly made up of some of the best superstars that have come through the business, no question. The problem is, the Exiles are the same way, and only one of our groups can come out the winners at the Denzel Porter Invitational. I have complete faith in Betsy Granger and Xavier Lux to bring their A games to Vegas. And you never know who else might be in the crowd or lurking around the corner, as well.

It will all come down to what means more: the impressive skills of three individual stars,or three incredible wrestlers who come together to form a union greater than the sum of its parts. The Exiles are battle-hardened and ready for war on Friday night. Can Genesis say the same? Or will the three of you be at each other’s throats when you can’t agree on any strategy against us? I’m really interested in what the final result is going to be.

All I know is that when it comes to Las Vegas, the dealer is king, and I plan on flipping the cards every direction I can to make the results land in my favor. The Exiles are showing Denzel and the rest of the world that our legacy didn’t die with Apex. It continues to grow with each passing day, as we have become a powerful stable that unites against the forces that try to hold us down and hold us back. Never again, Genesis.

You may be the birth of the world, but for every Genesis, a Revelation is just around the bend waiting for you. Prepare yourselves for the Plunge.






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