Post by Tyler Vaughn on Jul 16, 2011 5:13:43 GMT -4
*This scene opens to a black 2011 Chevy Camaro as it blasts down a dark road, the outline of the city of Las Vegas can be seen in the background. The driver of the Camaro is none other than Tyler Vaughn, he turns the wheel to the left a turns down a desolate desert road. Ty hits the dashboard phone of the Camaro after two or three rings the person on the other end picks up we now realize the person on the other end is Jessica Rush.*
Jessica: Tyler is that you?
Tyler: Yeah it's me what's the verdict?
Jessica: Well the building itself is not too bad could use some work but other than that it's not too bad.
Tyler: What about the employees?
Jessica: I'm not gonna lie Ty there's one for sure maybe two.
Tyler: How many in total?
Jessica: Nine.
Tyler: So your telling me I'm gonna have to shit can almost ninety nine percent of them?
Jessica: Yeah pretty much.
Tyler: Ok I'm about five minutes out.
Jessica: Is Hopper with you?
Tyler: No but we'll talk more about that when I get there.
Jessica: Ok see you soon.
*Ty hits the button to turn off the phone and sighs.*
Tyler: Well it certainly seems to be raining shit on Tyler Vaughn lately. I guess you could say I've been on a bit of a losing streak lately. But as my old man used to say before he gambled away our grocery money, you can't win um all. Now to continue with this streak of shit luck I now have to fight my own god damn tag partner and on top of that I apparently bought a business that sucks. Hopper got mad respect for you, you're my boy and I hate that it has to come to this. Well actually let's call it what it is, this is bullshit. I guess it's a good thing we have a ace in our sleeves, or if push comes to shove we'll march into Asylum and burn the god damn house down.
*The Camaro comes to a stop in the middle of the road.*
Tyler: Hopper you had some less than scathing words for me, and they really hit home. You're right I had no business losing my match last week but I did and there's nothing I can do to change this now. But if our plan doesn't work and push comes to shove and we have to start dropping bombs on each other then hey let's give these people one hell of a show. Now that's all I'm going to say about that little piece and on to Overdrive this last week. It seem the RSM wrote a check they figured their asses could cash, instead Hopper and I have thrown down the gauntlet. Trust me people we're gonna push through whatever happens this week and come out the other side to Shockwave. As for Organized Violence, Sally and Havok and any other god damn tag team out there Most Hated has damn well put you all on notice. You're next Tag Team Champions are gonna be Hopper Rose and Tyler Vaughn mark my fucking words on that one.
*Tyler takes his foot off the break and says nothing else just drives further down the road. He drive until he reaches a large Ranch with a few crappy cars parked outside. Tyler shuts off the car and sighs again.*
Tyler: Guess it's time to clean house.
*Tyler opens the door and walks into the main building of the Ranch. The inside unlike the outside is actually somewhat nice, except for the eight girls laying around shitfaced. Jessica and another younger girl walk out of the back office.*
Tyler: What the fuck is going on here their all wasted.
Jessica: Yeah they've pretty much been like this since I got here.
Tyler: No business?
Jessica: A few customers but they only want one girl.
*Tyler looks at the only girl not ugly and passed out on the floor.*
Tyler: What's your name sweetheart?
Jessica: Ty this is the one I was talking about Delilah.
Tyler: Ok let me handle this.
*Tyler walks over to a table where a blond is sitting her head on the table passed out drunk. Tyler kicks her off the chair and steps onto the chair then onto the table.*
Tyler: Listen up bitches I have four words for all of you "GET THE FUCK OUT!!!" Go back to whatever AIDS infested street corner you crawled out of you're all fired.
*All the girls looked shocked for some reason that is apparently not understandable to them. Most walk out giving Tyler the finger or screaming some other profanity to him. After the last skank walks out Tyler jumps off the table and walks over to Jess and Delilah.*
Tyler: Delilah you current function is to find me more girls, good looking ones. If you run into any problems call and let me know.
*Tyler throws her the keys to the Camaro.*
Tyler: Put on something a little nicer and take my car, if you can do this for me I'll make it worth your while.
Delilah: Ok boss.
*Delilah runs down a smaller hallway and disappears into one of the back rooms.*
Jessica: Do you have a plan?
Tyler: Oddly enough yes I do, how does the basement look?
Jessica: It's exactly what you wanted.
*Tyler stands in the middle of the place and just looks around.*
Tyler: This could work, we can make this work.
*They both stand there looking around as this scene fades to black.*
Jessica: Tyler is that you?
Tyler: Yeah it's me what's the verdict?
Jessica: Well the building itself is not too bad could use some work but other than that it's not too bad.
Tyler: What about the employees?
Jessica: I'm not gonna lie Ty there's one for sure maybe two.
Tyler: How many in total?
Jessica: Nine.
Tyler: So your telling me I'm gonna have to shit can almost ninety nine percent of them?
Jessica: Yeah pretty much.
Tyler: Ok I'm about five minutes out.
Jessica: Is Hopper with you?
Tyler: No but we'll talk more about that when I get there.
Jessica: Ok see you soon.
*Ty hits the button to turn off the phone and sighs.*
Tyler: Well it certainly seems to be raining shit on Tyler Vaughn lately. I guess you could say I've been on a bit of a losing streak lately. But as my old man used to say before he gambled away our grocery money, you can't win um all. Now to continue with this streak of shit luck I now have to fight my own god damn tag partner and on top of that I apparently bought a business that sucks. Hopper got mad respect for you, you're my boy and I hate that it has to come to this. Well actually let's call it what it is, this is bullshit. I guess it's a good thing we have a ace in our sleeves, or if push comes to shove we'll march into Asylum and burn the god damn house down.
*The Camaro comes to a stop in the middle of the road.*
Tyler: Hopper you had some less than scathing words for me, and they really hit home. You're right I had no business losing my match last week but I did and there's nothing I can do to change this now. But if our plan doesn't work and push comes to shove and we have to start dropping bombs on each other then hey let's give these people one hell of a show. Now that's all I'm going to say about that little piece and on to Overdrive this last week. It seem the RSM wrote a check they figured their asses could cash, instead Hopper and I have thrown down the gauntlet. Trust me people we're gonna push through whatever happens this week and come out the other side to Shockwave. As for Organized Violence, Sally and Havok and any other god damn tag team out there Most Hated has damn well put you all on notice. You're next Tag Team Champions are gonna be Hopper Rose and Tyler Vaughn mark my fucking words on that one.
*Tyler takes his foot off the break and says nothing else just drives further down the road. He drive until he reaches a large Ranch with a few crappy cars parked outside. Tyler shuts off the car and sighs again.*
Tyler: Guess it's time to clean house.
*Tyler opens the door and walks into the main building of the Ranch. The inside unlike the outside is actually somewhat nice, except for the eight girls laying around shitfaced. Jessica and another younger girl walk out of the back office.*
Tyler: What the fuck is going on here their all wasted.
Jessica: Yeah they've pretty much been like this since I got here.
Tyler: No business?
Jessica: A few customers but they only want one girl.
*Tyler looks at the only girl not ugly and passed out on the floor.*
Tyler: What's your name sweetheart?
Jessica: Ty this is the one I was talking about Delilah.
Tyler: Ok let me handle this.
*Tyler walks over to a table where a blond is sitting her head on the table passed out drunk. Tyler kicks her off the chair and steps onto the chair then onto the table.*
Tyler: Listen up bitches I have four words for all of you "GET THE FUCK OUT!!!" Go back to whatever AIDS infested street corner you crawled out of you're all fired.
*All the girls looked shocked for some reason that is apparently not understandable to them. Most walk out giving Tyler the finger or screaming some other profanity to him. After the last skank walks out Tyler jumps off the table and walks over to Jess and Delilah.*
Tyler: Delilah you current function is to find me more girls, good looking ones. If you run into any problems call and let me know.
*Tyler throws her the keys to the Camaro.*
Tyler: Put on something a little nicer and take my car, if you can do this for me I'll make it worth your while.
Delilah: Ok boss.
*Delilah runs down a smaller hallway and disappears into one of the back rooms.*
Jessica: Do you have a plan?
Tyler: Oddly enough yes I do, how does the basement look?
Jessica: It's exactly what you wanted.
*Tyler stands in the middle of the place and just looks around.*
Tyler: This could work, we can make this work.
*They both stand there looking around as this scene fades to black.*
