The Road So Far:

A Spirited Opportunity

A Spirited Journey, P1

A Spirited Journey, P2

A Spirited Journey, P3

War Masters 2: Universal Ruler

War Masters 6: Genghis Vaughn




Ever since Vaughn won the XWF Supercontinental Title, he's felt like he's jumped from one calamity to another.

He found himself imprisoned in the spiritual world for a while, journeying through the darkness to rescue three other members of the Custodial Coalition, the organization he now runs as the Head Custodian. Straight from that, Vaughn had a chaotic brawl at a bowling alley that threatened his wrestling career, putting him at risk of going to prison for some time. Enter Mastermind, who enabled Vaughn with a way to change his future, by going back to the past: specifically, becoming Genghis Vaughn for a time.

It was a crazy affair, for sure, one that eventually led to a war in the future that may or may not happen. When Vaughn returned from the wild affair, he found that Mastermind was true to his word, as all charges were dropped. But was this because of the change, or because Mastermind set him up in the first place? Vaughn may never know.

But he has plenty of other things to occupy his mind after War Games, including what went down when it became a four-on-one situation. The question now is, has anything changed? Or will Vaughn be the same when he once again defends his championship against Calypso, the ever-returning yo-yo?

---

~The moment continues to haunt him, refusing to release its grip on his thoughts. He remembers it, clear as day... ~

"COWARD!"

~It's the moment when everything changed. He had watched his teammates fail, one by one. Thaddeus Duke, becoming a complete disappointment by going out first to North Korean War Criminal. Mastermind, failing to lead his team like he should have, with Calypso shockingly taking him out. Dolly Waters, unable to live up to the talk, getting beaten down by Hanari Carnes. And suddenly, there was Vaughn... staring down at a four-on-one situation. An unwinnable situation.~

"COWARD!"

~The solution was obvious. Live to fight another day. His teammates had utterly failed him, while Calypso's choices proved to be superior in every way. So why stay? Walk away from the four wrestlers and allow them to think they were the best, while not giving them the satisfaction of quadruple-teaming you. There was no reason to fight. No reason to go back... ~

"COWARD!"

~But that voice... echoing in his head... the voice of North Korean War Criminal, the eventual winner of War Games... it wouldn't go away. It wouldn't stop tormenting him. Somehow, it changed his path. He didn't follow the smart path. He went back. But why? Why would one single word roll inside him, refusing to go away? Why would it drive him into a situation where it was only a fight for respect, for proving yourself? How could it control him like that?~

"COWARD!"

~There had to be an explanation. Why did he run straight into the fire like that? It's something that Calypso would do. It's something that Game Girl would do. But Vaughn? What had made him do it? Why had he felt compelled to fight four wrestlers at once, determined to show North Korean War Criminal that he was not, in fact, a...

---

Bill: Excuse me, Head Custodian? Sir? Are you listening to me?

~Vaughn starts, a little shaken for a second as he pulls out of his thoughts and returns to the real world. He looks around the room for a second, taking in all the dazzling equipment with blinking lights all around him. It's looks like a science lab on acid. Vaughn blinks his eyes a few times before turning to Bill, generating up a sheepish grin from somewhere inside his soul.~

Peter Vaughn: Sorry, Bill. I was a little... zoned out.

~Bill nods, at least happy that Vaughn is admitting it. It was pretty obvious that he wasn't paying the slightest bit of attention.~

Bill: I know we're getting a little technical here, sir, but I still think it's well worth it for you to know all about the latest weaponry we've designed for the Custodial Coalition. As our Head, you'll be required to sign off on a lot of this tech.

~Vaughn winces. He's still not used to being in charge of the Custodial Coalition. His friend, the 'original' HC, was so much better at it than Vaughn. After all, for Vaughn, it's all been about his wrestling career over the last year. How can he now be in charge of the welfare of so many custodians throughout the United States? It's another question that Vaughn just has no answer for. He shakes it off, walking with Bill to the next table.~

Bill: So you know about some of our standard weaponry that's been used in the past. One of my personal favorites is the Inferno Mop. It just works so well for close quarters!

~Bill picks up what appears to be a regular mop, clicking a button hidden in the handle. The mop head is immediately engulfed in flames, making it a formidable weapon. Vaughn nods, having seen it before, as Bill puts it out in a mop bucket.~

Bill: We're working on some refinements, like a freeze mop or a taser mop, but they're still in development. Now this baby is a true marvel of design. I don't know exactly how they did it, but our technicians managed to create this Bubble Gun. It fires a concentrated liquid that will envelop your foes, trapping them in the air, allowing you to do whatever you need to do. Do you want to try firing it?

~Bill happily hands the weapon to Vaughn, who looks it over for a second.~

Peter Vaughn: I don't really have anyone to trap, Bill. Unless you're volunteering...

~Vaughn turns the gun towards Bill, who immediately gasps and ducks for cover.~

Bill: Don't do it!! We're still working out how to release the bubble!

Peter Vaughn: So... why did you want me to fire it?

Bill: I mean... the old HC... he always said he trusted us, he didn't need to test it...

Peter Vaughn: Ahhh... well, expect me to be a little more hands-on, Bill. What else do you have for me?

~Regaining his composure, Bill picks up the next gun, which has a two-pronged end for equal dispersal.~

Bill: This one here, we're calling the Slick Shooter. You know how custodians are known for causing floors to be wet and slippery? Well, this plays into that. It'll immediately make any surface just like ice, throwing off any pursuit you might have.

Peter Vaughn: Intriguing.

~Vaughn studies the gun for a few seconds before turning back to Bill with a quizzical expression.~

Peter Vaughn: I've got to ask: why do they all have to be custodian-themed? Why not just have a line-up of bazookas and machine guns in our arsenal? Wouldn't that be simpler than all this?

~It seems to be a valid question, yet Bill shakes his head with a laugh, before patting Vaughn on the shoulder.~

Bill: Oh, Mr. Vaughn... that's just not the way things work in our organizations!

Peter Vaughn: So... it has to be spy-related, then? Sort of a James Bond blend?

Bill: Exactly!

Peter Vaughn: That's just silly.

Bill: Hey, when you find yourself being chased by a large army of foes and you don't have a Slick Shooter with you, you'll understand why you needed it.

Peter Vaughn: I suppose...

Bill: Let's move on. I've got a really amazing one on this next table that I've been dying to show you...

~They take a few steps towards the next table, when suddenly an alarm begins sounding. Vaughn, who had been reaching for one of the weapons, a seemingly innocent bottle of Windex, yanks his hand back in case he caused it. But Bill is turned away, looking at the security monitors.~

Bill: What?? We've... we've had a breach of headquarters!!

Peter Vaughn: Someone's found us? Who? Where's the breach?

Bill: I'm showing Zone 2... Zone 3... Zone 5... the alarms are going off all over! It's a full-scale...

~Bill can't finish his sentence, as there's suddenly a massive explosion at the doorway of the lab, sending custodian scientists flying through the air, screaming. Vaughn and Bill dive for cover, avoiding the debris, as a man comes through the door.~

Mafia Member: Hello, Vaughn! Did you miss us?? FACE THE WRATH OF THE MAINTENANCE MAFIA!!!

~The man begins to fire a wave of nail gun ammunition throughout the room, as everyone scrambles for protection. The man's laughter can be heard over the 'gun' fire, enjoying every moment.~

---

You never know how a war is going to go before it begins, do you?

I thought I had a lot of confidence in the team I was drafted in for War Games. You had Mastermind, the Anarchy champion. You had Dolly Waters, who had held a few belts over the years, and her 'good friend' Thaddeus Duke, who is a Hall of Famer in most people's eyes. I can't say that we've ever gotten along that well, even with both of us in CCPE, but I thought, respectfully, that he was going to be a solid 'replacement' teammate for our COVID-positive partner.

But it didn't turn out that way, did it? For some reason, my partners came in and stumbled badly. Before I knew it, it was Dolly and I fighting for our lives in a four-on-two brawl. Soon after that? It's just me against the world. My team badly let me down, there's no denying it. Really, when you think about it, NKWC owes a lot to my teammates. They kept him from being tired out, allowing him to win War Games due to being so fresh.

Well, that and Calypso using his power as leader to come in first, while bringing in NKWC last. Congrats, Calypso, that victory that NKWC got? Could've been you.

So let's look at that crucial moment, Calypso. I was walking out, I admit it. I thought there was no point in fighting. But NKWC triggered something in me that day, something I never expected to have happen. I decided to fight the odds and battle four wrestlers at once, or three and a half, at least. And you know what happened, Calypso? I chopped off a piece of you. I took down Carnes, in spite of three of you being there to possibly prevent it. Hey, a moral victory! It's not much, but it's something, right?

Of course, then you three triple-teamed me with as much as possible in order to take me down. Y'know, I wanted to say that it wasn't very "super-heroic" of you to battle me that way, but that'd be a lie, wouldn't it? I mean, look at the Avengers. Look at the Guardians of the Galaxy. Look at the Justice League (okay, maybe not them). They form their huge groups and battle a single opponent all the time, because it gives them a massive advantage. So I suppose it really does make you a superhero, Cally, since you were so proud to group up against me.

You have to admit, if I had done the same... if it had been myself, Waters, & Mastermind beating you down with all of our favorite moves, with you unable to fight back... the fans would have called it unsportsmanlike. They would have called it evil. They would have booed their hearts out. But you do it, and it's perfectly fine. Noble, even. And hey, I agree with you. It was all part of the rules of the match, after all. You just got lucky that you were aided by two others, including a superstar like NKWC.

Here's the problem, Cal: you now have an inflated ego over that win, even if it was three-on-one. You immediately went to the people in charge and said "Please, PLEASE, this time I'll be better, this time the fight will be more dramatic, this time I'll show that I actually deserve a Supercontinental Title shot!!!" You must have kissed some major ass to get a rematch after I defeated you cleanly last time. I hear there's a balm to help with that.

Again, I have to ask, is that a heroic action? Skipping back to the head of the line, leaving so many worthy competitors to sit back and wonder why they weren't given the shot? I mean, your own teammates could have given the shot. NKWC, well, he's got better things to do. But you really screwed over Game Girl, don't you think? She was the one who actually pinned me. And what about some of the other finalists, like Mercy or Angelica Vaughn? Do you feel even the slightest bit of shame for taking this opportunity from them?

I wouldn't, but then, that's me...

So you pleaded and cried, and all of the sudden, here we go again, another run from Collapso to try and become a champion. But NKWC won't be there to absorb my hits this time, boyo. Game Girl won't be there to strike back when you couldn't. Carnes won't be there to take Revenged and get pinned. You don't have the help backing you up this time.

It's going to be one-on-one, Cal, and I'm not backing down. Not now, and never again.

---

~After the wave of debris flies overhead, Vaughn crawls to the side, heading towards the overturned table nearby. Bill is moving in the opposite direction, trying to reach an injured custodian and drag them out of harm's way. The Maintenance Mafia is still having a wonderful time, as he reaches over and pulls what appears to be a grenade off his belt.~

Mafia Member: When they gave us our assignments, Vaughn, I hoped it would be me who ran into you, you traitor! You deserve to suffer for tearing down our leadership and making us join this alliance! You all deserve to suffer!! HAH!

~The Maintenance Mafia member tosses the grenade forward, where it lands in the center of the room. Everyone ducks away, expecting an explosion, but instead the grenade begins to spin.... with hot oil and grease flying out from within!! It splatters in all directions, burning the few people it manages to land on. They yell out, trying to wipe away the pain, feeling like they just got scorched by acid. As the Mafia man laughs again, Vaughn pops out from behind the table, ignoring the grease that just splattered across his arm. He's felt much worse when doing repairs on his Chevy. The man turns towards him, as Vaughn lifts up the experimental gun towards him.~

Peter Vaughn: The Mafia is dead... go the fuck away!!

~Vaughn pulls the trigger, and a beam of light flies out from the gun. The Maintenance Mafia member stops in his tracks, his eyes wide as he just stares over at Vaughn for a moment. A second later... he disintegrates, vanishing into thin air!! Vaughn, shocked, looks down at the weapon in his hands, which now has a blinking red light on the back. He turns towards Bill, who drags himself out from cover.~

Peter Vaughn: What the hell was that?? Did you guys... create a phaser???

Bill: Not exactly, but it's a similar principle. Hey, if anyone's going to create something that leaves no mess to be cleaned up, it's going to be the Custodial Coalition!

~Vaughn shakes his head in wonder, as Bill steps up and takes the gun from him.~

Bill: Unfortunately, we still haven't worked out a way to have it last for more than one charge. So this gun's now useless for the next 18 hours until it charges up again.

~Bill turns and puts the disintegrator into a charging station, as Vaughn can only look on in disbelief. There's another explosion from elsewhere in the building, bringing him back to the problem at hand. He reaches down, collecting several of the weapons off the ground.~

Peter Vaughn: We need to prepare for the next wave.

Bill: The next wave?? Are you serious???

~Vaughn glares over at Bill, who gulps for a second, remembering who he's talking to.~

Bill: Look, uh, sir, most of our troops are likely trapped on the other side of the building, fighting away. Look at the security grid! They've found a way to keep our automatic defenses from becoming operational! They've used our own security doors against us! This was clearly a planned strike against our organization. The best thing we can do is get you and the scientists out of harm's way.

~Bill moves over to the side, pressing an emergency button. Doors open, showing hidden escape elevators built into the walls. Some of the custodial scientists begin to help their wounded colleagues over to the elevators, getting them to medical aid. Vaughn guards the door, recognizing that getting their knowledge to safety is a smart idea. They head off, with a single elevator left, being held by Bill. He waves over to Vaughn.~

Bill: C'mon, sir! We need to get out of here before more soldiers show up. It's time to flee!

~Vaughn takes a step in Bill's direction, then shudders, hearing a voice again echo in his head... ~



~He stops, looking back towards the gaping hole where the door to the lab used to be, and slowly shakes his head.~

Peter Vaughn: No, Bill. No more running. We have to fight back. We have to defend this building. HC left me in charge. I won't let it fall now.

Bill: It makes no sense to risk your life, sir! Please!

Peter Vaughn: Get to a safer location and lock yourself in, Bill. Keep in touch on Channel 2. We'll win this fight yet.

~Vaughn jogs off, out of sight, as Bill watches him go. He takes a shaky breath, almost sounding like he wants to cry as he glances back at the waiting elevator. With a deep sigh, he walks away from it, letting it close, as he heads into a side room, locking it behind him while getting a headset.~

---

It's a strange feeling, not putting my own well-being first on the list.

I might have to actually give you credit for this one, Cally. Unintentionally or not, you may have really changed me. Let's go back to that first night, when we were supposed to team together. I saw you as someone who didn't deserve to be in the ring as my partner. I saw you as someone who would just hold me down. And what did I do? I walked away and left you to get beaten to a bloody pulp.

Would I do that now, if that same match took place? Y'know, I don't think I would. And that... kind of feels wrong.

But it's the way it is, Cal. It seems that I'm no longer going to be the type to calculate the odds before diving into a battle. I'm not going to worry about if the fight is impossible. I'm going to stick it out. Now, don't get me wrong, I don't think it has anything to do with me "Grinching" it up or anything. It's not like my heart grew three sizes or however big it was supposed to have grown. I'm not doing it out of the goodness of my soul.

I'm doing it because I'm proving something to myself. Not anyone else. Certainly not you. It's all about Peter Vaughn.

I've had to reconsider a lot of my own personal expectations. I don't think it's enough, anymore, to simply get the victories no matter how they come, while taking the losses by getting counted out or disqualified. To prove to myself that I'm deserving of the status I bestow upon myself, I have to be willing to stand in there and take some punishment. I have to put myself on the line even when there's little hope because I've been allied with a fake hero with muscle atrophy issues. I can't just walk away anymore.

So, I guess thanks is in order, Cally. You most likely have made me a better fighter. Sucks now that you have to face me after doing that, doesn't it? Now, don't go expecting the reverse to be true. I certainly haven't made you any better. I thought there was a chance of that, but then we had our match, and, well, I'm not seeing it. If anything, my defeating you a second time will probably cause you to fall to pieces. You'll never take that bland Blue Tango mask off afterwards.

If it's worth anything, I could tell you I'm sorry that I'm not improving you. It'd be a lie, but I could tell you that, if you want.

Unfortunately, you're relegated to always being a second stringer. You know who will be remembered from War Games? NKWC and Raion Kido. You know who will be remembered in 10 years when I've retired, having set one of the longest Supercontinental Title runs in history and regained the Universal Title at least once more? Me. You know who's going to be completely forgotten?

They'll be saying "Remember that weird guy who wanted to be something better than himself, that he ran around in a goofy mask fighting crime? What was his name?"

It doesn't help that a name like Calypso is completely forgettable. Maybe I can mention you in my Hall of Legends speech. Nah, I'll have forgotten you by then, too.

I'll have changed, adapted, and moved on. You'll be right where I left you. At the bottom of the pile.

---

~Vaughn runs down one of the hallways in the building, keeping a weapon at hand. He glances at it, wondering which one it was, and wishing he'd paid better attention when Bill was explaining about them. He seems to hesitate, ready to ask Bill, but then decides that a gun is a gun. Instead, he stops at a corner, peeking around the edge before starting on his way across.~

Bill: Head Custodian? Are you there?

~Vaughn jumps for a second, hopping behind another wall on the other side. He grumbles to himself before pressing on the Bluetooth in his ear.~

Peter Vaughn: Turn down your volume, Bill. Jesus...

Bill: Oh, sorry, sir! I forgot, I don't need to shout into the mic. It's probably because of all the explosions earlier, everything seems quieter to me now and I feel like I have to yell...

Peter Vaughn: BILL!

Bill: OUCH!

~There's a blast of feedback for a second that's quickly controlled. When Bill starts talking again, the volume is significantly decreased.~

Bill: Is that better? I'll try to talk calmer. It's just that I'm nervous having you out there. We have units in route to our location, there's no need for you to...

Peter Vaughn: I'm already here, Bill. Just deal with it. Now tell me what I'm up against. Is this all the Maintenance Mafia? I thought we had basically put them out of business.

Bill: You definitely weakened them by removing their leaders with your double-cross. But it's hard to get all of the cockroaches, you know? And it seems like they found other families to join up with.

Peter Vaughn: Wait, how many more organizations are there?

Bill: Oh, there are lots, sir. We aren't the only custodial group, for instance, although we've always been the strongest. Plus, as you've seen, each service industry usually has at least one united group. Who knows how many have come here today to take a crack at us.

~Vaughn checks around another corner, continuing to move. He seems to be heading in the direction of explosions and screams, something a normal person would find less appealing.~

Peter Vaughn: So why now? Is today something special on the calendar or something?

Bill: Well, of course, I have no information regarding that. But if I had to hazard a guess... I'd say it's because of you, sir.

~That was something Vaughn wasn't expecting, as he pulls up short, pressing on the Bluetooth.~

Peter Vaughn: Excuse me?

Bill: You're the new, unpredictable leader of one of the most dominant underground organizations around. It makes sense that they'd want to take a crack at you, to see if we're truly vulnerable.

Peter Vaughn: If they know anything about me, they should've known better...

Bill: You can say that, sir, but...

Peter Vaughn: Hold that thought., I think I just heard something...

~Slowly, Vaughn glances around the next intersection's corner. He spots two men standing there in full gear, raising up the weapons in their hands.~

Peter Vaughn: Ah, hell...

~Vaughn immediately dives across the intersection as the weapons both ignite, sending waves of flames towards him. He rolls, managing to reach cover on the other side, as the inferno blasts behind him. He gets up, jogging backwards even as he manages to aim his weapon. The two men stomp around the corner, showing no fear, again letting loose with another blast of hellfire.~

Peter Vaughn: Agggghhhhhh!!!

Bill: What's going on?? The cameras have cut out!!

~The cameras likely have melted, really. Vaughn leaps backwards, barely out of range of the flames, as he instinctively fires the weapon. It turns out to be the bubble gun, as multiple giant bubbles begin floating down the hallway. Surprisingly, the heat has little to no effect on them, as the flames seem to bounce right off. The two men stop, shocked, as the bubbles envelop them, sealing them in. They both curse, lighting up once more... the worst mistake they could make, as while the bubbles easily went over them, the flames still bounce off... inside. Their screams are pretty horrific, enough that many of you probably turned your volume down quickly. Others, maybe you turned it up, and who am I to judge? Vaughn gets back to his feet, looking at the gun with renewed interest.~

Bill: SIR! SIR!! Oh, god...

Peter Vaughn: It's... all okay, Bill. Oh, and the bubble gun? It has my stamp of approval. Just, y'know, figure out a better name for it.

~Vaughn walks away from the carnage left behind in the floating bubbles, seeking out more of the invaders.~

---

I don't think I'll be seeing those two guys ever again. It's that kind of final confrontation I'm wanting with you, Cally.

Okay, maybe not the same as that. I'm not looking to kill you, so stop panicking and calling your state representatives for help. It's not going to be an execution of your life on Wednesday. It's just going to be an execution of your career.

We've fought too much lately, Calypso. You went from being a nobody from Anarchy that I'd never heard of to a wrestle on Warfare that I never want to hear about again. You've been linked to me way too much this summer. I'm sick and tired of it. So this is going to be the last time we face off for quite a while, Cal. When I defeat you once again and retain the Supercontinental Title, you will not be getting any more chances. The well will be dry. You might as well take your ass over to Savage for the TV Title or back to Anarchy to fight Mastermind.

Calypso vs. Mastermind does sound like a hero vs. villain battle, really. I could see it work.

So we're going to make things interesting at Warfare, Calp. Nobody wants to see me kick your ass the same way I did before, just inside the ring with nothing exciting going on. Since I'm given the power to make the stipulation, I'm going to break out an idea I've had for a little while. I'm calling it:

The Last Man Rising Match.

You see, Cally, I have this little tool in my possession. It's called an electronic scissor lift. It can raise you a fair distance off the ground. It's a beautiful piece of machinery, if I do say so myself.



So here's how this is going to work. We both start in the ring, with the Supercontinental Title hung somewhere nearby, far above. Underneath it: the electronic scissor lift. We fight our way to the lift, as it's the only way to reach the gold. When the first man presses the start button inside the lift, his opponent will have about 10 seconds or so to reach the outside button to cause the lift to come back down; otherwise, the match is over and the championship is claimed. So, say if I break your legs, Cal, and you're left laying on the ground in agony, you won't be able to stop me from elevating myself and getting my gold back.

And once I'm hovering far above you, with you having no choice but to stare up through your tears in my direction, you'll finally have to realize that our feud is over... and that I absolutely crushed you.

We'll see if the mighty Blue Tango can rise up from the ashes after that, like the superhero he claims to be... or if it will turn into a complete Plunge into darkness and despair.

I'm betting on the latter, Calp. Because one way or another, you'll definitely be taking the Plunge.

---

~As he makes it to another break in the hallways, Vaughn takes stock of his position. He checks his supplies, making sure he didn't drop anything during the previous inferno. Vaughn then takes a few deep breaths, getting his adrenaline under control.~

Peter Vaughn: I really need a plan here, Bill.

Bill: Are you joking? The plan was to run away! This is now improvising, there IS no plan!

~Bill's frustration comes in loud and clear over the signal, with Vaughn doing his best to ignore it.~

Peter Vaughn: Seriously, Bill, I can't just keep going one-on-however many I find. There's got to be a way to get control of the building again, with our forces coming in.

Bill: Control? Well, if you want control, you should probably be heading for the main control room on Level C.

Peter Vaughn: Level... C? Who named these things again? Is that above or below where I am now?

Bill: You should really take the time to memorize the floor plans of one of our main offices, sir.

Peter Vaughn: I'll also need to memorize a few new faces once I've fired all of you, right?

Bill: Er... *ahem* it's actually two floors below you, sir.

Peter Vaughn: And you think that's where they've launched their main assault?

~There's a long pause from the radio.~

Bill: Look... the only way they hit us this hard and this fast, without our automatic defenses launching... they had to have someone on the inside. I've received calls from some of our forces, saying that they've been blocked in by automatic doors that shouldn't have been shut. So if there's a saboteur working against us, I'd say that'd be where to find them and retake the building's security.

Peter Vaughn: Alright, you're making sense, Bill. Let me see what I can... wait a minute... there's someone by the stairway...

~Vaughn slows, trying to get a good look through the cloud of smoke that's just drifting through the hallways now. The men up ahead seem to be moving in a spread-out group, checking doorways. When one steps into the light, Vaughn gives a sigh of relief.~

Peter Vaughn: The police are here, Bill. I guess they received reports of the explosions. I doubt any of our enemy will be sticking around with them here.

Bill: The police? Wait... wait, Mr. Vaughn, fall back before...

Peter Vaughn: Hey, officers! I come in peace! We've got some wounded that could use your help back there!

Bill: Peter! Fall back! Now! Police are civil servants too!

Peter Vaughn: Huh?

~Vaughn stops, hesitating, as the officers begin to head towards him. One raises up his gun.~

Policeman: THERE HE IS!! OPEN FIRE!!

Peter Vaughn: Son of a...

~All three policeman begin firing towards Vaughn, as the picture... slowly... fades out... ~

CWF Paramount Champion
GCWA Hardcore Champion
Outsiders Champion (x3)
OCW Craze Champion
OCW World Champion
TPW International Champion (First-Ever) (x2)
PW Valor World Heavyweight Champion
XWF Universal Champion
Level Up Game Genie Winner
XWF Supercontinental Champion

WGWF West Coast Rumble Winner

WGWF World Heavyweight Champion

SCW (Sin City) Roulette Champion