Post by Peter Vaughn on May 8, 2022 22:39:59 GMT -5
The Road So Far:
No Matter How Hard You Try, You Can't Escape Your Past
Tanking Up For A Level Up
The Search For A Mother Figure, P1
One of Peter Vaughn's biggest struggles in life came when his mother abandoned his father & him and disappeared into the night. Vaughn was raised alone by his Janitor father, who tried his best to raise a decent son. Some would say he failed, as Vaughn's attitude changed last year and he became known as an unstable force in wrestling.
Vaughn wasn't the only sibling abandoned. Vaughn would find he had a half-brother in Thomas Hill, proven through a DNA test, who had been living with Vaughn's mother and a different father. But Thomas would also lose his mother, as she vanished after a confrontation with Vaughn, leaving both of them with unanswered questions.
A few weeks ago, Vaughn & Hill were summoned to an old family friend of the Hill's, a Ms. Carla Freely, who told them she had received a postcard from their mother. It proclaimed that she was in trouble and needing help, as well as having a secret code embedded on it. Vaughn was the one who could break the cipher, finding out that he & Hill needed to go to their mother's old homestead in Orlando, West Virginia. But what will they find there once they arrive? And who are the two men following them working for? Maybe we'll find out...
May 8th, 2022
~We're at the exit tunnel for a recently landed airplane. The bored attendant at the door unlocks it, swinging it open, and immediately walks back to her desk to keep working on her nails. The camera focuses on the exit, where we see... just a few people coming out. It wasn't a very populated flight. Near the back of the small crowd, we can see Peter Vaughn and Thomas Hill. They make their way out, studying the directions along the signs before heading to the right. Vaughn can't stop shaking his head.~
Vaughn: I've never been more confused with an airport.
Hill: It’s not that bad. Sure, it's small, but it got us close to Orlando.
Vaughn: That's not what I'm talking about. Why did they name it the way they did?
~Vaughn gestures to one of the signs, which reads "The North Central West Virginia Airport". It's certainly a mouthful.
Vaughn: North, Central, West... surprised they didn't figure out how to get east or south in there. This is the only airport I've ever been to where you're lost before you even land.
Hill: I... well, hell, I can't defend it, it's strange as hell.
Vaughn: Right? If West Virginia wants to be known as something more than just the leftovers of another state, they need to do better. Anyhow, where's the rental area? Down here?
~The two men walk on, heading through a hallway to a small rental area. They get the keys to their vehicle, a 2020 pick-up truck, and head out to the parking lot. Vaughn gives a pat on the hood of the truck and comes around.~
Hill: So no sports car today?
Vaughn: First off, do you really think a place like this has sports cars for rental?
Hill: Ahh, right...
Vaughn: And second, we might as well try to fit in. Besides, I have no problems with a good ol' pick-up. Let's get going. It should take us about 45 minutes to get to Orlando... if no Amish get in our way...
~They pull out, moving towards the highway, as another vehicle can be seen with its headlights coming on. It starts to move in the same direction, following the half-brothers, as they head off into the distance.~
You never know where life is going to take you.
When I came to Level Up Wrestling, I was ready to take it slow and build up my reputation one crushing defeat at a time. I proved that in a tag-team match. I proved it last time against Salinas. I was ready to come to the Doom pay-per-view with another exhibition match of sorts, against another wrestler in need of proving themselves. I gotta admit, I didn't expect it to be against eight of them. But that's what happened. They took a bunch of names and threw us into a cluster, knowing the utter chaos that's going to occur from this match.
Thankfully, I really like chaos.
I don't know what it is with multi-wrestler matches lately, though. I keep getting signed up for them, all over the wrestling world. I've competed in Gauntlets, Rumbles, Tournaments, and more, continuing to have nights where I end up fighting a significant portion of the roster for my shine to shine. Sometimes I've come out on top, sometimes not, but I've always been there late in the match, still fighting my way through it. Let's face it, it always takes a lot to keep me down.
The best thing about this being a ladder match? Well, other than it being one of my specialties, it also means that late in the match, you can't just eliminate me. No matter what happens to me beforehand, I'm still going to be able to be in there, looking to destroy anyone and everyone who stands in my way up that ladder. You won't be able to keep me down even if you've tossed me out. I'll just come right back in. Hit me with a ladder? I'll just get my own and return the favor. It's a perfect environment for me.
Really, I'd fight in this match if there was no reward on the line at all. But it's oh so much sweeter to be fighting for that Game Genie. I grab that, I become a threat to every champion on the roster. They'll never know when I'm coming for them. I'll get to choose my own pace, being ready for whenever it gets turned in, while my opponent will have no clue when it's coming. Oh, yes, it's definitely something worth fighting for.
So I hope all of the other eight competitors are just as motivated as I am, because they're going to need to be if they want to hang with me. I'm coming into this Ladder match determined to show Level Up how violent a contest like this should become. Anything goes, after all. All that matters is who ends up with the prize at the end.
The road has brought me to this point in my life. I'm going to deeply enjoy the ride.
~We see the pick-up truck gliding past a sign that reads "Welcome to Orlando, West Virginia". It's one of the smallest welcome signs you've ever seen, making you wonder if visitors really are welcome to this small community. It doesn't stop Vaughn & Hill, though, as they keep driving through the unpaved roads, passing by a few buildings. One, in particular, catches Vaughn's attention, and they come to a stop. Vaughn chuckles to himself, as does Thomas. The camera pans over, showing us the building.~
Hill: I wonder, did they steal that sign and bring it all the way here? Or just have a copy made?
Vaughn: Either way, it proves that some people like us definitely live here. I bet that they stole it. Sensational.
~Vaughn brings the truck back into gear and starts forward, still looking over at the building. He suddenly stops again, though, as he can now see the side of it. Hill, confused, glances over as well.~
Hill: Lot of graffiti there. You'd think they'd avoid it in this part of the world, but I guess you never can tell when it's going to pop up. What does that symbol even mean? Is it Satanic? Can you have Satanic Amish?
~We see what Thomas is pointing at, as once again the camera obliges us.~
~For a few seconds, Vaughn is silent. He then turns away from it, putting the car back into drive.~
Vaughn: It's the Celtic symbol of Hope, actually.
Hill: Really? How do you know that? I've never seen it before.
Vaughn: I wouldn't call it a common symbol, although I saw it every day in my living room.
Hill: Huh? Why would you see it...
Vaughn: You know we're being followed, right?
Hill: Hold on, we are??
Vaughn: Let's keep moving. The old house is apparently down this road aways.
~Vaughn pulls out, continuing on his way, as Hill tries to surreptitiously watch behind them. He's doing a terrible job of it, but it's not really his specialty.~
So let's take a look at this fine roster of individuals that have been put against me for Doom...
Let's start with someone I already know pretty well. Victoria Salinas. Wow, bad luck, Vicky, having to face me two matches in a row. That's never something anyone wants to have happen to them. So let's talk, Vicky. You know what? I think I'm about to surprise you.
You gave me a good fight.
I was actually impressed that you hung in there against me the way you did. You almost got me a few times, and hey, no matter what anyone says, that's not easy to do. I hope my defeating you in the end didn't break your spirit. I know you were already going through a lot of self-doubt, so a loss like that had to hurt. Are you going to be able to recover in time to be competitive in this Ladder match? Or are you going to let your mind get the best of you?
Hey, I'm pulling for you. Get in there and kick some ass. It won't help you against me, but taking down a few of these other knuckleheads might help you get your motivation back, and I'm all for it.
Next up, we've got Kat Jones. Kat and I have a very loose bit of history together, mostly through the connections of others. Would I call us friends? Nah, probably not. I doubt Kat would claim it, at least. But I do respect her, I will admit that. She got royally screwed that that disqualification 'victory' over EA Blizzard. I mean, seriously, she should be the Courage Champion that I'm chasing down, trying to destroy, and instead she's in this chaotic match for a title shot instead. It's unfair, it really is.
And you know what? It's sadly not going to get any better. Respect or not, I'm going to be looking to take out as many wrestlers as possible in this insane match, and I'm certainly not going to hesitate when Kat gets in my way. I'm afraid you're going to have to earn a rematch against EA Blizzard some other way, Kat. If, of course, he still has the belt by the time you manage it. Again, that Courage Title is right up my alley.
Would you be upset with me, Kat, if I take that Game Genie and shove it down EAB's throat to win the championship from him? I'll tell you what, if you get out of the Ladder match uninjured, I'll arrange for you to get the first title shot against me... so you can unfortunately come up short once again.
But at least it won't be a disqualification ending, right?
~Vaughn & Hill pull up to the old homestead, which has seen better days. It also looks to be for sale. Imagine that.~
Hill: This is where Mom grew up? This dump? Damn.
Vaughn: To be fair, it probably wasn't this bad-looking decades ago. Lots of farmland out back, too. Ever had the urge to be a farmer?
Hill: Not once.
Vaughn: Me neither. Guess that part's not genetic. Then again, our mother wanted out of here as soon as she could, apparently, so maybe she didn't have farming in her genes, either. So, shall we take a look around?
~They both get out of the truck, with Thomas taking the lead as he hurries towards the door. It's unlocked, thankfully, so no breaking & entering is needed. Hill disappears inside, while Vaughn lingers at the truck, reaching into the back to get his bag. He puts it on his shoulder, looking back at the road they came on, before hiking into the house.~
Hill: Mom!! MOOOOMMMM!!!
Vaughn: Keep yelling, they might hear you in Ohio.
Hill: I'm going upstairs. The hints said she'd be here, right? MOM!!
~Hill runs upstairs, while Vaughn starts pulling a few items from his bag and arranging them. He's apparently pouring a few liquids from different containers, making some sort of mixture. He moves off to the doorway, working on it. The camera switches back to Hill, who is searching every room on the second floor. He takes a bad step, nearly cracking through the floor, showing how worn out the building is. Frustrated, he gets to the last door, knocking it open. Inside, the room has a sickly pink coloring to it, as the paint on the walls has faded. He stands there, looking around, as we hear footsteps coming up the stairs.~
Vaughn: Alright, so I'm going to assume she's not here?
Hill: This... this had to be her room, right? Mom didn't have any other sisters...
Vaughn: Not that I know of, although there's a lot I didn't know about the woman, obviously. But yeah, for all we know, this was her room. She did have a thing for wearing pink.
~Hill steps further into the room, touching at the walls. There's no furniture left in the room, yet you can almost see Hill picturing what it must have looked like when their mother was a child.~
Hill: I bet she had a lot of fond memories here.
Vaughn: Really? Because you know this was the first place she ran from. We know that she left the farmstead and never returned, apparently, since she's not here now. This is the room that she first got that itch to race away from her family, an itch that she never could quite shake.
Hill: Look, we don't have all the answers of what went down, Peter. I'm sure if can find her and talk to her, Mom will explain...
Vaughn: Explain? EXPLAIN? She abandoned her family here, a family that probably NEEDED her. She abandoned my father & I, and she sure as hell abandoned YOU as well! Why even try to defend her? Why the hell are we even searching for her again??
Hill: Because I have to know!!
Vaughn: Why do you think she even wants to see you? Every clue we've gotten so far? It was meant for me, not you! I haven't seen a single hint that points towards your involvement. For all you know, your mother never wants to see you again!
Hill: I DON'T BELIEVE IT!!
~Hill suddenly spins away from Vaughn, swinging a fist into the wall. True to its crumbling form, the wall gives way, leaving a very large dent. Hill stares at it, suddenly realizing that he's breathing heavily. Vaughn pats him on the shoulder.~
Vaughn: There you go. Don't you feel better? It's always a relief to get some of that rage out, believe me. Now, c'mon. We don't want to keep our company waiting on us.
Hill: Co-... company?
~Vaughn turns and heads back to the stairs, with a suddenly-weary Hill following him. They head downstairs to the living room... where two men are standing, their guns both drawn. While both pistols are currently pointed at the floor, their intent is clear. Vaughn and Hill both stop, with Vaughn smirking and looking back at Hill.~
Vaughn: Yep, knew they were there the whole time. No surprises here.
Woman's Voice: Is that so, Patrick?
~Slowly, both Vaughn & Hill turn to look at the other side of the living room. Seated in a folding chair that she must have had brought in is Mrs. Carla Freely. She gives both of them a smile, although the grin doesn't reach her eyes.~
Mrs. Freely: I've been looking forward to meeting you both again.
~Vaughn, for the first time, looks completely thrown off at the sight of the elderly woman sitting there. He does a double-take with Thomas, whose mouth has literally dropped open.~
So I wanted to see the matches of some of my main competition in the Ladder match. To do that, I went and got a recording from EXP 24, because, after all, that's the freshest data I've got to work with. It was pretty shocking when I started to watch the individual matches that I didn't have time to watch live, when I was taking care of Salinas.
First off, we've got Chelsea Skye and Emily Simms, who had a tag-team match lined up against Buster Gloves & Ahmya. I'd call that a decent match-up, a way to get yourself noticed. Instead, Skye got herself pinned while Simms couldn't do squat about it. Sure, Chels can complain and say that it was all Riley Heart's fault, and she might have a point. But at the same time, Chels-Ems, in a Ladder match, there's going to be attacks coming at you from all sides, and you have to be able to sense and avoid as many attacks as possible. You did a pretty piss-poor job doing that in the tag match, and it cost you. Hard to see you developing that awareness for this match with so little time to do so.
Then we move on to Donny Mason, who faced off against the top champ in Joey Crash. Once again, though, my future opponent failed to deliver. Crash found a way to use a low blow and the ropes to secure the pinfall, 'stealing' away the victory. I mean, it reads exactly the same way in the record books no matter how it ended, so Mason can be mad, but he can't do a damn thing about it. At least, not for this match. Hey, Donny, at least you can't be pinned, right? But I'd expect that low blow to still be a factor, especially if I'm the one given the opportunity. It just feels like I've been waiting for my chance to kick a Don in the balls for six years now.
After that, I looked at Ziggy Morgan. From what I've heard, a lot of people see him as one of the favorites in this match, for terrible, unexplainable reasons. All I know is, I watched him get taken down by Larry Tact, who retained the Power Title. Interestingly, it was another low blow that led to Ziggy's downfall. I'm glad those are popular here. Now, I will say, losing to Tact? Not as bad as some of the others. I've had my own run-ins with that son of a bitch, and believe you me, I really REALLY want to kick him in the balls so hard, he becomes Larry Tucked. But, a loss is still a loss.
Throwing Salinas into the mix, that's five of the nine competitors who took a loss on the last EXP show. So, y'know, more than half the individuals in the contest. Somehow, all of you LOST your way into the chance at a title match, which is pretty damn crazy, isn't it? I mean, at least I was victorious on my last two shows. I deserve a shot at the Game Genie that'll be hanging over the ring. But five of you coming in as losers? That's pretty damn painful.
I suppose management just needed to fill a match, and I get that. That doesn't change the fact that they probably put me into this one so that I'd get that victory and move up the card, leaving all of you trips behind me.
Because none of you are stopping your losing streak at Doom, that's for sure.
~The silence in the room seems to be deafening. Strange how it works like that sometimes, right? Finally, Thomas speaks, stuttering for a few seconds.~
Hill: M... M... Mrs. Freely??
Mrs. Freely: I'd say it's good to see you again, Thomas, but I doubt you'd feel the same way.
Vaughn: I'm just glad you didn't bring any cookies with you.
~Mrs. Freely scowls at Vaughn for that comment, although both of the men with guns seem to nod, agreeing with him on that point, at least. Those cookies were truly awful.~
Vaughn: So wait... the family friend of the Hill family... and the one who gave us the postcard from our mother... is the one who's been arranging for us to be followed?
Mrs. Freely: I suppose you could put it that way, although I'm not the only person arranging this. But when I heard you guys were going to be here with your mother, well, I couldn't help but travel over here to see your stunned faces. So, where is your dear mother, anyway?
~Mrs. Freely looks around, waiting, but no one comes walking out from any of the other doorways. Vaughn shrugs.~
Vaughn: As far as we can tell, she's not here. I'm surprised you came in without knowing.
Mrs. Freely: Well, Patrick, I...
Vaughn: For the last time, it's Peter... PETER!
~Vaughn takes a step forward, near his bag, but the two guns raise up, keeping him from moving any further.~
Mrs. Freely: As I was saying.... Piotr...
Vaughn: *mumbles* Close enough...
Mrs. Freely: When you two broke your mother's little code, I figured you must be correct in her being here. I'm sure she'll show up eventually. I can't wait to see her.
Hill: I... I don't understand... why are you doing this, Mrs. Freely? You were one of my parents' oldest friends!
Mrs. Freely: See, that's where you're wrong, Thomas. It was more like we were working associates than friends. Sure, I was courteous, as befitting my station, but friends? No. Your mother has a lot to answer for, Thomas, and once we find her, she'll bring us those answers.
Vaughn: So, wait, if she was on the run from you, why would she send you a postcard? That makes no sense!
Mrs. Freely: Oh, she didn't send me that postcard. I had it made up. I was particularly proud of how the writing came out to be similar to hers. She actually was sending that coded message to you, Thomas.
Hill: Wait... so she WAS trying to get it to me? Not Peter? YES!
~Thomas starts to do a little victory dance in the middle of the living room, pleased that he WASN'T left out of the hunt. Vaughn lets him have his little dance, while Mrs. Freely & the goons look too confused to say anything about it.~
Hill: I knew she hadn't forgotten me!
Mrs. Freely: So, anyways, as I was explaining, we intercepted the card for you, Thomas, and decided to make it more serious, adding the lines about being in trouble and needing help. With that motivation, I knew you two would figure it out. Besides, I had to remove the other part she put on your card: the part about not trusting me.
Vaughn: Well, the good news is, we didn't need that part of the message.
Mrs. Freely: Oh, really?
Vaughn: Nope. Because, quite frankly, I don't trust anyone.
~With that, Vaughn steps forward, performing a beautiful soccer kick into his bag. It sends the bag flying off to the right, causing the two gunmen to shy off for a second. Since it's nowhere near them, though, they begin to raise their weapons... as a cord tied to the bag yanks on a small bottle that was positioned on the doorway. It falls, crashing to the ground, and a massive smoke cloud blooms throughout the room, almost instantly ingulfing everyone. We can't see much, but we can hear the sounds of fighting, coughing, and shouting, which is soon followed by the sound of a gun going off.~
Let's talk about the other non-losers from EXP 24.
We have Guy Manson, who, well, didn't compete, as far as I can tell. I will applaud him for beating the hell out of Freedom boy at the previous show. I've seen Manson in other places, and he's a pretty disturbing individual. I can respect that. But I also have to say, I don't know if a ladder match falls in his wheelhouse. Oh, sure, beating people up with any weapons available will be something he'll enjoy, but I don't know if he's the type to actually go for the belt. I could see him wanting to prolong the violence as long as possible, since, y'know, he's coocoo for cocoa puffs.
I know, I know, I'm usually thought of as the one with a few screws loose. But Manson's the real deal. I'll at least be willing to make the choice for going for the gold, rather than the bloodshed. Well, after I get in at least a few shots. I'm only human.
Then we've got Samantha Voxxx, who got to beat up one of the Waluigis last show. You know, I still haven't been given the opportunity to destroy one of them yet? I figure it'll come someday, although I don't know if I can wait much longer. Once I become a champion here, they won't want me to fight them, will they? So Voxxx, congratulations on being the only other person in this match to get a pinfall victory on the last show. It doesn't mean a damn thing, but at least we can both think of ourselves as special, right?
That being said, I haven't seen anything recently from you, Voxxx, that would make me think you're going to be a major threat in this contest. I have to say, any time I've fought someone with the "xxx" in their names, it's never been the challenge that I hoped for. Maybe you'll break the trend, maybe not, but I'm not going to get exxxcited about it just yet.
Really, I've gone through the whole line-up for the match, and I'm still trying to decide who I was consider the one I need to worry about the most. There's very little there that has me nervous. Maybe the fact that breaking Kat's legs will make her lose respect for me, I could see that being a problem. But otherwise... well, I guess we'll just take this match one bloody nose at a time.
~As the chemical smoke finally clears, we see Peter Vaughn standing with a loose piece of wood in hand. Who knows, really, where he got it from. Both of the men with guns are laying on the ground, disarmed and knocked unconscious. The chair is overturned, and Mrs. Freely is gone. We can hear the sounds of a car peeling away from the house. Vaughn smirks, lowering his weapon of choice.~
Vaughn: She's pretty spry for an old woman. At least it's all good, right, Thomas? Thomas?
~Vaughn turns around, seeing that Thomas is lying on the ground, not moving. Vaughn throws down the broken piece of lumber and runs over, dropping to his half-brother's side.~
Vaughn: Thomas? You breathing?[
Hill: I... I got shot...
Vaughn: Damn it. Why didn't you dodge?
Hill: Dodge... in the... smoke?
Vaughn: Where were you hit? I'm... I'm not finding anything...
Hill: My... my arm...
~Vaughn immediately moves to the arm Thomas is pointing to, pulling up the sleeve... and seeing a very minimal graze of the skin.~
Vaughn: You're not serious.
Hill: How... how bad is it?
Vaughn: Seriously, a kindergartener can handle pain better than you. Get up, bro.
~Vaughn drags Hill to his feet, with Thomas checking his arm and realizing it doesn't look too serious. He glances over at the still unconscious gunmen.~
Hill: They waking up soon?
Vaughn: Eh, head strikes are unpredictable. We should get out of here.
Hill: But what about Mom?
Vaughn: She's not here. She may have never been here. Let's go.
~Vaughn drags Hill out of the door, heading for their pick-up truck. Luckily, Mrs. Freely didn't try to damage their wheels on the way out. Within a few seconds, both are in the truck and they're headed out.~
So let's wrap things up, shall we?
I've spoken about most of my opponents in this match, but I've left possibly the biggest one for last: myself. Yeah, yeah, I hear ya, it's a cliche, but it's still the truth. I have been known, in chaotic matches like this, to focus too strongly on one opponent and lose sight of the big picture. That cost me in the Gauntlet, and has hurt me elsewhere, as well. But you know what? I've been working on it, even before this match was announced, and I think I'm improving. That would mean that my biggest handicap might become my biggest strength, and for all of you in this match, that should be a huge concern.
Let's face it, we all know a multi-wrestler Ladder match is completely unpredictable. You never really know when that one moment will happen when there's a clear path to the Game Genie hanging above. You never know if your climb is going to be interrupted and send you on a tremendous fall outside the ring. Really, the best thing about this one is it's not a Hazardous Ladders match, so at least I can trust the ladder I'll be going up. I can't trust anything else.
I think Ziggy, Donny, Chels, Ems, Vicky, Sammy, Kat, & Guy will all do their best to be the ones victorious. Just like I think that I'm going to rip, tear, shred, and claw my way to that title shot. I've said since I got here that I was going to be Levelling Up. Maybe it's happening even faster than I was planning, but I'm not one to look a gift horse in the mouth.
I'm coming into one extremely confident that I can pull off a major victory, maybe one of the biggest ones of my career. Sure, no World Title is on the line, but adding eight names to the ledger at once? Well, seven, I've already got Vicky, but still... that's be a supreme accomplishment.
So which one of you is going to be able to stop me? Or are all of you taking the Plunge?
~The vehicle comes to a stop. Thomas, who has a couple of napkins pressed against his graze, looks over at Vaughn with confusion.~
Hill: Why are we stopping? Those damn thugs could wake up at any moment and come this direction!
Vaughn: With no car? I doubt it. I think we're safe here for a little bit. And I want to check out something.
~Vaughn gets out of the truck, heading over to the building with the Orlando Disney World sign on it. It's also the one with the Celtic symbol of Hope, which Vaughn studies for a time. Hill gets out, coming over to him, as Vaughn smirks at it.~
Vaughn: Just as I figured. This was painted fairly recently.
Hill: So what? There's a budding artist in Orlando...
Vaughn: I told you, Thomas. This symbol was important to my father. So maybe it's important to our mother, too. We couldn't look here earlier, with us being tailed and all. But now...
~With no further words, Vaughn steps forward, kicking the door open to the building. Thomas winces, but, of course, there's no alarms on a place like this. They both go inside, pushing past the entry room to a larger room beyond it. Thomas stops in shock at the sight of a computer monitor set up in the center of the room, completely with a keyboard and scanner. Vaughn looks it over for a moment, admiring it.~
Vaughn: Huh. Some of the equipment here is a little old, but still, they did a good job wiring it all together.
~Vaughn leans in to one part of the set-up, which looks to be a fingerprint scanner. Curious, he pushes his thumb to the scanner.~
Hill: Wait! You don't know what...
~There's a buzz from the machine, and a "Log-In Unsuccessful" message flashes on the screen. Vaughn steps back, a little annoyed. He turns towards his half-brother, nodding to him.~
Vaughn: Guess it's supposed to be you.
~After a long hesitation, Thomas finally steps forward. His hand is shaking slightly, either from the adrenaline of being shot or the anxiousness of what's about to happen. He puts his finger on the scanner. After a few seconds, the computer beeps, and a "Success" message appears. Our viewpoint changes to behind the computer monitor, as we see both Thomas and Vaughn leaning forward, looking at the screen, which is lightning up. Thomas' eyes widen, while Vaughn can't help but smirk.~
Woman's Voice: Boys... my boys...
Vaughn: Happy Mother's Day...
~Thomas is too shaken to speak. The picture slowly fades out.~
