Post by Peter Vaughn on Mar 30, 2024 22:45:44 GMT -5
~The picture comes up showing Peter Vaughn laying in his ranch homestead, coughing heavily. His fiance, Sadie, walks in, carrying a steaming cup. She sets it near Vaughn, positioning a spoon next to it.~
Peter Vaughn: *cough cough* Thank you, Sadie.
Sadie Anderson: Just make sure to eat it all up, Peter. This egg drop soup does wonders, my Mom taught it to me, and it always cured my colds.
Peter Vaughn: I hope it works. These sinus infections are terrible. *cough* I almost wish I had tested positive for something, then I would have something more credible than "this is what I think it is". *cough*
~Sadie quickly adjusts Vaughn's pillow, then leans in towards him, unafraid.~
Sadie Anderson: Just get better. You've got work to do.
Peter Vaughn: Sure.
~Sadie kisses Vaughn on the cheek, then walks away, as he picks up the soup. He smiles at her. As soon as she goes out the door, he puts the mug back down.~
Peter Vaughn: Egg drop soup. Sheesh. *cough*
~He turns away from the mug, reaching across him to grab his laptop. He swings it towards him, opening it up and starting to surf, looking for anything to keep him entertained. But he's out of luck, as he finds a Jenny Myst match tagged to his social media. It's playing, with Myst going for a big move, but Vaughn quickly pauses it, shaking his head.~
Peter Vaughn: Jenny Myst. The woman who should be queen. And yet all she does is stick to the safe waters of the Television Title division. Such a waste. *cough* She's got enough talent to be fighting in main events all the time, but she's only carried there when she's facing someone of my caliber. I wonder what's holding her back *cough*. Is it personal, or is it her subconscious that keeps her from being the wrestler she should be?
~Vaughn clicks off the video, searching around for more details on Jenny Myst, just to see what she's been up to.~
Peter Vaughn: Huh. Myst feuding with Bobby Ray Willis, the naked guy. That's just disappointing. Feuding with Goth is a little better, but still, this is a foe that should be giving Cholo and Mac Bane a run for their money. *cough* But no, she's content to stay at the bottom. That shows a lack of spirit, and it'll probably get worse if I can beat her *cough*. Of course, I have to get healthy for that to happen.
~For a few seconds, Vaughn looks over at the mug of rapidly-cooling egg drop soup. He shakes his head.~
Peter Vaughn: Nah.
~Still coughing, Vaughn searches around online some more... and stumbles into a deep, dark world that he never expected.~
Peter Vaughn: What is this? ... Efedding? What's that? *cough*
~The more he researches, the more curious he gets.~
Peter Vaughn: Hmmmm. People make up their own wrestling characters and pose to be guys like me? It's cool that many of them are using my picbase for this... I wonder if I should be getting a cut? *cough*
~Vaughn then looks at the requirements for being a part of one of the e-feds.~
Peter Vaughn: That's all I've got to write? That'd be child's play. And I'd be able to use my real life experiences, too. Let's see here...
~Intrigued, Vaughn starts creating a character on the fly. Time passes by as he types away, beginning the story for his newest creation.~
Peter Vaughn: "Doc Mystery walked into the room and everyone was frightened of him." No, no, that's sappy. ummm... "Doc Mystery flew into the room and..." Flew? Really? Damn, this is tougher than it looks. Oh, I know! "Doc Mystery teleported into the room, shocking everyone when he appears in the middle of the crowd." Yeah, let's use that Star Trek knowledge.
~Vaughn laughs to himself, not even realizing that he's not coughing as much anymore. The idea itself is giving him a healthier feeling, taking his mind off of his problems.~
Peter Vaughn: Okay, here we go... "The villainous Microbe blasted his ray gun at Doc Mystery, but Doc ducked under it and charges forward, hitting a superkick that knocks Microbe against the ropes"... oh, wait, there's no ropes in space... "... that knocks Microbe against the hull of the ship", there we go. Then Mystery can pull off a Ripcord DDT, that always knocks them dead. Although I may not want to kill Microbe, I might want to use him again. Man, there's something about an interstellar wrestling superstar that feels intriguing, and completely fresh...
~Vaughn looks towards the camera for a moment with a smirk, mouthing "S.E.X.", before continuing.~
Peter Vaughn: There are so many ways I could go with this *cough*. I bet I could tell all sorts of stories, sending Doc Mystery into every possible situation, risking their life. But also having them wrestle for titles all around the universe. I mean, I'd be a champion there for sure!
~Vaughn's typing slows, as he thinks more about it.~
Peter Vaughn: But wouldn't it be better to win the titles in real life, like I have been doing? I mean, I have a chance to become the WGWF Television Champion, and sure, it's a bottom-belt, but it's still gold, and there's nothing wrong with holding more championships. If I take Jenny on the Plunge of her life, it'd be another great name added to my List of the Vanquished.
~Vaughn starts to get hyped up, but then is hit by a massive coughing fit that doubles him over, having to pull himself out of bed to finally catch his breath. He manages it, looking frustrated.~
Peter Vaughn: But I'm not going to be able to do much in this condition. Time for my medicine.
~He reaches to the side, grabbing the bottle next to him marked "Cefdinir". He looks it over.~
Peter Vaughn: "Take with food twice a day." Hmmm...
~Vaughn looks back at the egg drop soup, seriously considering it. He reaches that direction... and grabs the bag of crackers on the other side of it.~
Peter Vaughn: These will work.
~He eats some crackers and takes the meds, before sitting them all to the side. He looks again at the soup.~
Peter Vaughn: I probably should do something with that. I'll figure out where to hide it. Soon.
~Vaughn nods, then his eyes go back to the 'roleplay' he's started working on. Unable to control himself, he pulls the computer back over.~
Peter Vaughn: I guess a little more writing won't hurt *cough*.
~Vaughn then loses himself in the writing, helping the time go by.~
OOC: Yep, this is true to life. Coughing as I type this. Weeee, life is fun, isn't it? See y'all next time.