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The Exiles - A Hangover In Vegas (P2)
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02-20-2022, 10:32 PM

(Feel Better Soon, Betsy)

This morning, the members of the Exiles woke up in their Las Vegas penthouse to a few surprises. They found they have no memory of the night before, thanks apparently to a combination of alcohol and tranquilizer darts. They’ve found they’ve done some things that they would never expect to be done, like Vaughn getting a (temporary) tattoo. And they are missing one of their compatriots, Bam Miller, whose whereabouts are still unknown. The three Exiles have come together to try and figure out the mystery of what happened that night.

The search has begun: Where Is Bam Miller?


The image jumps from a picture of the four Exiles together to an image of the Las Vegas skyline. The camera, obviously a drone, soars across the landscape, a truly beautiful sight. It slowly closes in on the top of one of the massive casinos in Vegas. Standing on the rooftop, holding a cellphone, is an unknown male figure. He’s currently talking, his back to the camera.

Man: From all accounts, the three of them are driving all over Las Vegas. We’ve sent in a few people to inquire what they’re doing, yes. I know, sir. I know. We’re going to keep following them, just as planned. But sir, if they find something… what do you want me to do?

The man listens for a moment, still facing away from the camera. His shoulders slowly slump.

Man: Yes, sir. It will be done, just as you say.

The man hangs up the phone and looks out across Vegas, his thoughts hidden from us just as much as his face. The camera follows his gaze, zooming out across Vegas, taking in the sights before finally making a few turns and ending up following a taxi cab as it pulls up in front of a well-known structure: Caesars Palace. Three people get out of the taxi: Betsy Granger, Xavier Lux, and Peter Vaughn, who turns and gives the driver a nod before leaving. If there was a tip, it was given beforehand… but there probably wasn’t a tip. Vaughn walks to join the other two Exiles as they head inside Caesars. After passing a few heavily-crowded casino rooms, they find themselves out of the infamous restaurant known as Gordon Ramsay’s Hell’s Kitchen.

Betsy Granger: I still don’t understand why we decided to eat here. If we wanted to eat at Ramsay’s place, the Gordon Ramsay Steak restaurant is so much better. I’d honestly take Gordon Ramsay Fish & Chips over this place.

Xavier Lux: Don’t look at me, I don’t give a damn about Gordon Ramsay.

Peter Vaughn: … It was probably Bam’s idea. But I can see why he wanted to come here. The show’s a pretty amazing feat of reality television. It’s a true TV experience to come here, right?

Betsy Granger: I’ve never seen the show.

Xavier Lux: Me neither.

Peter Vaughn: Never?? Never ever??

Both of them shake their heads. Vaughn looks flabbergasted at their lack of reality-tv-show watching.

Xavier Lux: So what’s the main plan for going in here?

Betsy Granger: See if they remember us, and see if Bam was with us both at the beginning and the end. We still haven’t figured out when we lost him.

Peter Vaughn: Let’s go inside then. We might as well get some lunch while we’re here, right?

Neither Granger nor Lux look too thrilled at the idea, but they go inside anyway. The place appears to be just opening for the lunch hour. Parts of the room are apparently roped off, with a few tables looking like they’ve been put through the wringer. One of them is very clearly broken in two underneath the cloth that covers it. Granger raises an eyebrow, putting two and two together. She doesn’t say anything, though, as the group walks forward to where the Maitre D is standing. The lady turns, seeing them, and immediately her face goes dark red as she storms over to them.

Maitre D: No. No, no, no!! You need to leave, all of you, now!

She points at the entrance, even as Lux and Vaughn share a look, realizing what this reaction probably means. Granger, ready for it, steps forward.

Betsy Granger: We’re just here for answers. I take it we were definitely here last night.

Maitre D: Here? Over there? Breaking our furniture? Disrupting our guests? Yes, yes, YES you were here!! And now you’re here again, and I want nothing to do with you! I don’t care that you paid off the manager, so that no charges were filed. You’re never being served in this restaurant again!

Betsy Granger: I assume you mean us… and our associate?

Maitre D: The one who powerbombed my waiter through a table? YES, him too!

Betsy Granger: So Bam was here, good to know. Did we all leave together once your manager was… paid off?

Maitre D: You… you really don’t remember anything? How could you forget, after everything you did??

Betsy Granger: Just tell me… did Bam leave with us?

Maitre D: Of course he did! He was the first one out the door!

Granger looks back at the others, nodding. The Maitre D may be furious, but she’s given them everything they needed, other than the location to go to next. As Granger turns back to her, though, there’s a loud roar that comes into the area.

Voice: GWENDOLYN!!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING??

The Maitre D jumps, looking frightened. She spins around, seeing a head chef stomping over her way. He’s not just the head chef, though, judging by the fine suit and styled hair he’s wearing. The man stops in front of them, glaring back and forth at everyone standing there. Even for people who don’t watch his shows, this man is unmistakable.

Gordon Ramsay: I just came from the kitchen! Nothing’s getting fucking done in there! The squid is still so undercooked, I can still hear it telling Spongebob to fuck off! The fish is so frozen, it’s still singing “Let It Go”! I can’t have a restaurant of mine work like this!

Maitre D: I’m so sorry, Chef Ramsay, we’re working on getting everything running again after last night’s… events. We’re handling it.

Gordon Ramsay: What do you want, a medal?? Everything is fucked up right now, Gwendolyn, and if you want to keep working here, you need to go and get it fixed! NOW!!

The Maitre D nods and hurries off, disappearing towards the back where the kitchen is located. Ramsay bitterly shakes his head and finally turns to the three people still waiting there.

Gordon Ramsay: And what are you three of you doing here? Are you trying out for the kitchen?

Xavier Lux: Hell no.

Peter Vaughn: I mean, I can cook a mean steak…

Betsy Granger: We’re not here for your live shows. We were just here for some answers, and I think we’ve gotten all of them.

Gordon Ramsay: Is that so? Then come here. Let me whisper something very important in your ear.

Granger obligingly steps forward. Ramsay leans in.

Gordon Ramsay: Fuck off!

Both Lux and Vaughn step forward, annoyed. But Granger doesn’t flinch from the yell. She just smiles… as “The Impossible Traveler” jumps up onto a surprised Ramsay and takes him down with the Plante De Visage!!! Ramsay lays on the carpet, stunned, as Granger turns him into position… and applies her finisher, the Tuez Les Etoiles submission!!! Ramsay is shouting out every curse word he can come up with, more than the censors can manage even if they WERE trying to bleep him out. Lux and Vaughn move in, this time to save Ramsay rather than decimate him. They manage to pull Granger off of him, leaving Ramsay on the ground, moaning “Jesus Christ!” over and over again. The Maitre D, hearing all the disruption, comes running back out.

Maitre D; Oh, God! Not again!! Gordon!!

As the Maitre D runs over, Lux and Vaughn turn Granger around towards the exit. She looks none the worse for wear, and rather calm at the moment considering what’s just happened.

Xavier Lux: I think it’s time to leave.

Peter Vaughn: No more information to learn here.

Betsy Granger: Fine. I think I got my point across.

The trio heads for the door, with Vaughn looking back over his shoulder for a brief moment.

Peter Vaughn: I would have loved to try some of the recipes, though. Oh well, I’ve got the cookbook at home.

They depart, leaving the Maitre D to deal with the injured and fuming Gordon Ramsay.



We next join our intrepid trio as they have once again gotten into a cab. This time, all three are in the back seat, mainly because the guy up front doesn’t appear to be a guy anyone would want to sit next to. But he picked them up, and hey, you’ve got to honor the ride. Lux and Vaughn appear to be in the midst of an argument of who could have taken down Gordon Ramsay faster, as Granger just stares out the windows.

Xavier Lux: I would have broken him with the Cure in five seconds flat.

Peter Vaughn: There was no turnbuckle, where are you going to be jumping off with him, huh?

Xavier Lux: Well, same to you! No high spot for your crazy ass Plunge, is there?

Peter Vaughn: I could have still knocked him out with Revenged easily enough.

Xavier Lux: Nah, you were too busy wanting an autograph!

Peter Vaughn: I was not!

Xavier Lux: You know if Betsy hadn’t cleaned his clock, you were hoping for some time talking with him.

Peter Vaughn: Well, whether he’s an asshole or not, the man’s been a genius in marketing himself, hasn’t he? We could all use some tips from that.

Xavier Lux: I thought that’s why we joined CCPE! So they can do all the work for us!

Peter Vaughn: … Okay, true, but a little more knowledge can’t hurt!

Betsy Granger: Would both of you kindly shut up? I’m concentrating here.

Granger is using the passenger-side mirror, trying to focus on it, as she continues to look out the side window.

Peter Vaughn: What’s up, Betsy? The cops?

Betsy Granger: No, but someone IS definitely following us. Blue sedan, two cars back. They’re trying to hide behind that van, but I see them peeking out every so often to make sure they’re still behind us.

Vaughn starts to turn and look back, but Lux smacks him in the side, keeping him from turning. Vaughn grimaces and twists towards Lux, angry, but Lux just tries to look forward.

Xavier Lux: You don’t let the tail know we’re here, dumb ass.

Peter Vaughn: But… do we really care if they know? If they’re following us, they’re probably our best lead to what happened to Bam. We should just pull over and rush them.

Betsy Granger: Let’s see if we can trick them to follow us away from their car, first, or else they’ll just leave as soon as we approach them.

Peter Vaughn: We could have our driver put it in reverse and ram them.

The driver doesn’t respond at first, but finally talks speaking in a rough voice.

Cab Driver: You want me to damage my cab, I’m expecting cash up front.

Peter Vaughn: How much?

Xavier Lux: Are you crazy?

Betsy Granger: We’re not doing that.

Peter Vaughn: Why not? It’ll work, trust me!

Betsy Granger: Driver, just get us to the MGM Grand.

Cab Driver: We’re almost there now. You probably could have just walked.

Xavier Lux: Now you tell us.

Betsy Granger: It’s working in our favor. Let’s just go inside and see if we can find out any more information.

Peter Vaughn: I still say ramming them would work. But fine, let the majority vote count.

Cab Driver: I would have voted with your plan.

Peter Vaughn: I appreciate that, man. Here, have $50 for your trouble.

Vaughn hands the bill through the small slit on the window, with the driver happily taking it. They pull off to the side of the road, next to the MGM Grand lion. All three of them hop out, trying to fight the urge of looking back towards the blue sedan that’s come to a stop a block down the street. They walk towards the building, with a huge image of David Copperfield appearing above them, doing a quick flick of magic in order to entice people into his next show. We head inside with them, making their way over to the David Copperfield theater location in the MGM Grand. Unfortunately, the doors to the theater are currently locked.

Peter Vaughn: Obviously, Mr. Copperfield doesn’t do lunch-time shows. The sign says 7:00pm and 9:30pm.

Xavier Lux: We can’t wait that long.

Peter Vaughn: Xavier, pick the lock.

Xavier Lux: … Why the fuck do you think I can pick a lock?

Peter Vaughn: … Nevermind.

Vaughn looks left and right, and then throws out a kick right at the point of the lock. A click is heard, as Vaughn shakes his foot back and forth for a moment. He steps forward and grabs the now-broken doorknob, managing to force it open.

Betsy Granger: Where did you learn to do that?

Peter Vaughn: You’d be surprised how many people lock their keys inside their offices. I had to do this all the time back in the day. It’s an easy fix for the lock, too.

The three head through the door, with Vaughn pulling the door shut behind him. A short distance away, we can see two men whispering to each other, deciding not to follow as they walk away.



The camera returns to a darkened theater. There are a few stage lights on, illuminating the items getting placed there for the next show. Granger, Lux, and Vaughn walk up the stairs nearby, scoping things out. A worker, seeing them, stumbles for a second in shock before heading their way.

Worker: Excuse me, folks, but you can’t be in here right now. We’re just getting the David Copperfield show prepped for another night, and as I’m sure you can understand, there are a lot of secret… mystical items here that we can’t have just anyone studying, you know?

Peter Vaughn: In other words, don’t try to steal his tricks? Believe me, I’ve got no interest in figuring out how he makes people disappear. I had an old teacher who would do that all the time, I know exactly how that trick works.

David Copperfield: Is that so?

Vaughn nearly leaps off the stage as David Copperfield is suddenly standing right next to him. He might have just come out from the opposing wing of the theater and made his way next to Vaughn without us seeing him, but it was still a definite jump scare. Copperfield smiles, always willing to greet fans as long as they’re not into espionage. He looks closer at Xavier Lux, though, and the smile falters.

David Copperfield: Wait… you’re not the guy last night who kept trying to yell out how I did each trick, are you?

Xavier Lux: I… well, I can’t say for sure.

Peter Vaughn: Sounds like him.

Xavier Lux: Hey!

Betsy Granger: The truth is, we don’t remember much about last night, Mr. Copperfield. Do you think you could tell us what you remember about us, other than Lux’s yelling?

Xavier Lux: C’mon now…

David Copperfield: I know you were a rowdy bunch, although I confess, that can make a show more entertaining. I know there were several tricks that you thought you had figured out, but that I shocked you when they went another direction.

Peter Vaughn: But isn’t that the secret of most magicians? The misdirection?

David Copperfield: True, that’s a good way to do it. I always preferred the more in-your-face approach myself.

Peter Vaughn: Oh, really? What does that… mean…

Vaughn looks around, realizing that David Copperfield is no longer there. He looks back at Lux and Granger, who both shrug, not having seen him depart. Vaughn waves his arm around the stage, just in case Copperfield found himself an invisibility cloak or something, but nothing is there.

Peter Vaughn: If he can just disappear and reappear at will… what if he made Bam disappear last night in retaliation for Xavier??

Xavier Lux: Look, I’m not going to get blamed for this…

Betsy Granger: Let’s find him and ask him.

David Copperfield: Good luck with that.

All three Exiles look up, to see David Copperfield standing on the platform above the stage. He smiles at them, gives them a wave, and then walks off. Immediately, the Exiles give chase, running for the ladder on the other side of the stage. Vaughn starts up, while Lux tries to get a better look at where Copperfield is going. Behind him, a box with a door swings open… and Copperfield steps out. He walks away from Lux, pleased with himself, until Granger steps out in front of him.

Betsy Granger: Cute. I’ve seen technology like that before.

David Copperfield: You have? I mean, what technology? It’s… magic…

Copperfield again waves his hand in the air, while pressing something on the edge of his shirt. But this time Granger steps forward, grabbing him… and they both disappear together. Lux runs over, realizing he’s too late. Vaughn is up in the rafters, still searching, not realizing what’s going on below.

Xavier Lux: Great. Now we’ve lost two Exiles.

There’s a sudden shout from the audience area, with Lux running over there. Out in the crowd, we see Granger having reappeared, holding Copperfield in a full nelson. Copperfield is struggling against her, working to get free, but it’s never easy to escape The Impossible Traveler. Lux comes over to help, with Copperfield suddenly stopping his struggles.

David Copperfield: Really, there’s no need for this.

Betsy Granger: Tell us what you did with our associate.

David Copperfield: Who? Wait, the other guy that was with you? He left with you, I swear!

Betsy Granger: You didn’t make him disappear?

David Copperfield: Of course not! You think people would still come to my shows if there were a bunch of missing people? Everyone who I remove I return that night, unharmed!

Granger considers this for a moment, before letting Copperfield go. He takes a few steps away, dusting himself off. Lux is watching him closely as Copperfield climbs the stage, looking frazzled.

David Copperfield: That is a madwoman you’ve got right there.

Xavier Lux: I’d be careful what you say.

David Copperfield: I’m telling you, there was something…

Copperfield never finishes his thought, as Peter Vaughn suddenly comes plummeting down from above, swinging on a long curtain line. He swings into Copperfield, knocking him backwards into the mysterious box, which slams shut and falls over. A scream can be heard within. Vaughn balances himself on the ground, as Lux runs over the box and opens it… finding it empty.

Peter Vaughn: Damn it, he got away again!

Xavier Lux: If you call that… getting away. We may need to flee the scene, if he doesn’t actually make it back.

Peter Vaughn: From where?

Xavier Lux: From there.

Lux points to the empty box. Vaughn, scratching his head, turns and see Granger making her way over to them. She just reaches down and closes the box door.

Betsy Granger: He’ll need that closed if he ever finds his way back again.

Peter Vaughn: If you say so.

Betsy Granger: From what he said, I think Bam did leave with us.

Xavier Lux: But… this was our last lead! What do we do now?

Peter Vaughn: I don’t have a clue. Hell, maybe I just need to let Chris know. He’s got more resources than I do. Let’s just get out of here. Magic is for dweebs.

The three wrestlers walk away, none of them looking back to see the ominous glow coming from the fallen box. They make their way out of the theater, with Vaughn quickly fixing the door before they slip out the back.

Xavier Lux: This has been such a waste of time.

Betsy Granger: At least we’ve ruled a lot out.

Peter Vaughn: All I know is, we must have gone SOMEWHERE else before we went back to the penthouse, right? Or did Bam get taken when we were in there?

Xavier Lux: Well, we did talk about a couple of people we could ask.

Peter Vaughn: Who?

Betsy Granger: I think he means the guys with the guns.

Vaughn raises his head, noticing for the first time that three men have stationed themselves around the wrestlers. All three are packing what looks to be revolvers as they surround the wrestlers.

Peter Vaughn: Well… shit.

Vaughn reluctantly raises his hands, as do Lux and Granger. All three look poised to take any advantage that comes their way, but at the moment, they look to be in real trouble. We fade out.


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