Post by Lord Hastings on May 28, 2011 10:41:34 GMT -5
Peterson: So it’s over now, right?
Donovan is relaxed on the couch, fiddling with the iPad. He glances up at Owen.
Hastings: What do you mean?
Peterson: We did what we did on Synergy, you “beat” Kiseragi, it’s over, right?
Hastings: Like I said, it’s time to focus on WrestleStock, and retrieving my World Heavyweight Championship back from the fools that have hopefully not drooled too much on it these last six months.
Donovan gets a blank stare on his face for a moment.
Peterson: So you’re done with the Dragon’s Cave then.
Hastings: I haven’t been World Heavyweight Champion for six months. Somewhere, the sky is surely falling. Perhaps because of the swine flying through it.
Peterson: You’re done with the Dragon’s Cave, right!?!
Calypso: Ahem.
They both look to her as she stands in a doorway, her arms folded.
Hastings: Five minutes.
She looks annoyed but leaves the room.
Hastings: What were you saying?
Peterson: The Dragon’s Cave people couldn’t be further from the championship, and they’re not competing on your day, so there’s no reason for you to mess with them anymore, right?
Hastings: If you’re questioning whether your grandson is in further peril, I would tell you that every second he remains under their influence endangers him. He made a series of bad choices. As for me, I think that burden has been removed from my shoulders. He has paid the appropriate price for his actions from a few months ago, if anything he got off easy. If he stays out of my way, he’ll be fine, but I can’t be held accountable for what happens if he interferes in my affairs again. I think that’s fair, don’t you?
Peterson: I suppose.
Hastings: So now we take care of business at WrestleStock.
Peterson: You don’t even know what to expect, practically anything could happen.
Hastings: Perhaps. Perhaps not.
Peterson: You know something?
A beeping sound is heard.
Hastings: Perhaps.
Donovan takes out his cell phone and reads something on the screen, and smiles.
Hastings: Perhaps we can say it’s already in the bag.
Peterson: What do you know?
Calypso: I know all this shit isn’t going to get done by itself!
She looks a bit angrier than the previous time she stood in the doorway.
Hastings: I’ll be there in ten minutes.
She rolls her eyes and leaves again.
Hastings: Well who told you to have a BBQ the week of WrestleStock?
Peterson: Wasn’t it your idea?
Hastings: You shut your mouth when you’re talking to me.
Owen gives him a blank stare.
Hastings: You know what I meant. In any case, don’t worry about this week. We’ve an ace in the hole, and there’s nothing that any of these fools will be able to do to stop it.
Peterson: How are you going to stop the Department?
Hastings: The who?
Calypso: Owen, maybe YOU can come help me.
Peterson: Sure, I flip a mean burger.
Owen leaves the room with her, leaving Donovan to himself on the couch.
You’d think this is where our scene would need to end, as not even Donovan is crazy enough to continue to talk when nobody is around to listen, and in part you’d be right, as the truth is that he isn’t quite as crazy as everybody thinks. But you’d also be wrong. There’s somebody still listening. There’s you. So listen up, peasant.
There’s been a public consensus that doing a run-down of a list of opponents is indicative is something lacking. Some people don’t like it when you do that. But when you’re Donovan Hastings, you don’t care what other people think. When you’re the Lord, it’s your job not to give people what they want, but rather what they need.
When you’re Donovan Hastings, you remember your history with both Fear and Travis Pierce as though it all happened yesterday. You remember Pierce causing you to lose the Lord of the Ring tournament years ago. You remember dragging Rob Cartwright in chains through the LWF arena. You remember every last detail of your past partnership and present feud with Fear. You remember a year ago at In Your Hands.
When you’re Donovan Hastings, you’re not worried about Tyvola because you’re certain he’ll get lost on the way to the event anyway. What did Trav see in that guy, anyway?
When you’re Donovan Hastings, you know that you love Calypso Desmona more than you’d ever let anybody realize. You’ve long since put that Chief Nigga stuff behind you and could no longer care about Gabrielle Montgomery, but Calypso despises her, and you don’t need to know the reason why to want to give Calypso Gabby’s blood in a bag. Besides, a happy Calypso is a useful Calypso, and given New Oreleans and it’s history of voodoo practices, perhaps a happy Calypso would be so inclined to pull some old tricks out of her bag.
When you’re Donovan Hastings, you don’t know who Duncan Ryder even is.
The bottom line is that when you’re Donovan Hastings, you can approach the world with a confidence that others only wish they had. You recognize a goal like being declared the Chief Nigga, defeating a rival, or becoming a champion, and that goal is already accomplished. You know you’ve already won. And once you know that, reality soon follows. You don’t care what other people think or what they see. Why should you? You’re Donovan fucking Hastings. And soon, you’ll once again be the World Heavyweight Champion. Why? Because in your head, you’ve already won it. You know what that means.
It is inev-
Calypso: DONOVAN!!!!!
Hastings: Shit, I’m coming.
Donovan is relaxed on the couch, fiddling with the iPad. He glances up at Owen.
Hastings: What do you mean?
Peterson: We did what we did on Synergy, you “beat” Kiseragi, it’s over, right?
Hastings: Like I said, it’s time to focus on WrestleStock, and retrieving my World Heavyweight Championship back from the fools that have hopefully not drooled too much on it these last six months.
Donovan gets a blank stare on his face for a moment.
Peterson: So you’re done with the Dragon’s Cave then.
Hastings: I haven’t been World Heavyweight Champion for six months. Somewhere, the sky is surely falling. Perhaps because of the swine flying through it.
Peterson: You’re done with the Dragon’s Cave, right!?!
Calypso: Ahem.
They both look to her as she stands in a doorway, her arms folded.
Hastings: Five minutes.
She looks annoyed but leaves the room.
Hastings: What were you saying?
Peterson: The Dragon’s Cave people couldn’t be further from the championship, and they’re not competing on your day, so there’s no reason for you to mess with them anymore, right?
Hastings: If you’re questioning whether your grandson is in further peril, I would tell you that every second he remains under their influence endangers him. He made a series of bad choices. As for me, I think that burden has been removed from my shoulders. He has paid the appropriate price for his actions from a few months ago, if anything he got off easy. If he stays out of my way, he’ll be fine, but I can’t be held accountable for what happens if he interferes in my affairs again. I think that’s fair, don’t you?
Peterson: I suppose.
Hastings: So now we take care of business at WrestleStock.
Peterson: You don’t even know what to expect, practically anything could happen.
Hastings: Perhaps. Perhaps not.
Peterson: You know something?
A beeping sound is heard.
Hastings: Perhaps.
Donovan takes out his cell phone and reads something on the screen, and smiles.
Hastings: Perhaps we can say it’s already in the bag.
Peterson: What do you know?
Calypso: I know all this shit isn’t going to get done by itself!
She looks a bit angrier than the previous time she stood in the doorway.
Hastings: I’ll be there in ten minutes.
She rolls her eyes and leaves again.
Hastings: Well who told you to have a BBQ the week of WrestleStock?
Peterson: Wasn’t it your idea?
Hastings: You shut your mouth when you’re talking to me.
Owen gives him a blank stare.
Hastings: You know what I meant. In any case, don’t worry about this week. We’ve an ace in the hole, and there’s nothing that any of these fools will be able to do to stop it.
Peterson: How are you going to stop the Department?
Hastings: The who?
Calypso: Owen, maybe YOU can come help me.
Peterson: Sure, I flip a mean burger.
Owen leaves the room with her, leaving Donovan to himself on the couch.
You’d think this is where our scene would need to end, as not even Donovan is crazy enough to continue to talk when nobody is around to listen, and in part you’d be right, as the truth is that he isn’t quite as crazy as everybody thinks. But you’d also be wrong. There’s somebody still listening. There’s you. So listen up, peasant.
There’s been a public consensus that doing a run-down of a list of opponents is indicative is something lacking. Some people don’t like it when you do that. But when you’re Donovan Hastings, you don’t care what other people think. When you’re the Lord, it’s your job not to give people what they want, but rather what they need.
When you’re Donovan Hastings, you remember your history with both Fear and Travis Pierce as though it all happened yesterday. You remember Pierce causing you to lose the Lord of the Ring tournament years ago. You remember dragging Rob Cartwright in chains through the LWF arena. You remember every last detail of your past partnership and present feud with Fear. You remember a year ago at In Your Hands.
When you’re Donovan Hastings, you’re not worried about Tyvola because you’re certain he’ll get lost on the way to the event anyway. What did Trav see in that guy, anyway?
When you’re Donovan Hastings, you know that you love Calypso Desmona more than you’d ever let anybody realize. You’ve long since put that Chief Nigga stuff behind you and could no longer care about Gabrielle Montgomery, but Calypso despises her, and you don’t need to know the reason why to want to give Calypso Gabby’s blood in a bag. Besides, a happy Calypso is a useful Calypso, and given New Oreleans and it’s history of voodoo practices, perhaps a happy Calypso would be so inclined to pull some old tricks out of her bag.
When you’re Donovan Hastings, you don’t know who Duncan Ryder even is.
The bottom line is that when you’re Donovan Hastings, you can approach the world with a confidence that others only wish they had. You recognize a goal like being declared the Chief Nigga, defeating a rival, or becoming a champion, and that goal is already accomplished. You know you’ve already won. And once you know that, reality soon follows. You don’t care what other people think or what they see. Why should you? You’re Donovan fucking Hastings. And soon, you’ll once again be the World Heavyweight Champion. Why? Because in your head, you’ve already won it. You know what that means.
It is inev-
Calypso: DONOVAN!!!!!
Hastings: Shit, I’m coming.
