Post by Lord Hastings on Dec 7, 2012 14:28:01 GMT -5
Then.
Hastings: So what are we going to do about this?
Ooley: I certainly hope that by "we" you refer to yourself and your trained monkey.
Now.
Donovan sits on his throne in his office.
Hastings: I thought it couldn’t get more personal after last year, after that dreadful business with Kiseragi and his refusal to properly shuffle off into the sunset. After all, he was running out of kneecaps for me to shatter. But now, I’ve been betrayed by a person to whom I opened my home, my place of business. I even let him bring that tagalong Kiseragi knock-off with him.
Then.
Chris Peterson closes the office door behind Marek Daisuke as he leaves.
Hastings: I've asked you to keep that prattling moron out of my office. I tolerate enough in here as it is.
Travis Roberts looks up from his slinky.
Hastings: Not you. By the way, there's a woman in the lobby I think you should go meet.
Travis - 'The Blessed One' finds this chair to be quite comfortable.
Hastings: And indented by this point, I imagine.
Now.
Hastings: I made him an instructor. I entrusted him with my students, with the reputation and legacy of the Dungeon of Pain. I was willing to cooperate with this man, to team with him against our enemies. I accepted him as a protégé as I would a niglet.
Then.
Hastings: I'm not teaming with Pax.
Ooley: Right. I'm sure you'd rather team with this clown.
Ooley points at Travis Roberts, standing just behind Donovan, his fingers caught in a Chinese-finger trap, his struggles to free himself from it only serving to make it worse.
Now.
Hastings: I would have been better off with Forewell Boding.
Then.
Calypso looks at Travis.
Calypso: Not sure what you're doing here, but I guess you've been in worse places.
Travis - Thank you.
Now.
Hastings: The worst part is, Ezekiel Pax would never have become the World Heavyweight Champion to begin with were it not for my guidance and leadership. His accomplishments were my own, and the fool spat on us both when he betrayed my trust at Kobayashi Maru, however certain I might be that he was undermining me all along.
Then.
Travis - 88 mph should probably be enough...
Travis, muttering to himself, appears to be sketching a drawing of a hover board. Donovan glances at him before returning his attention to the champion, who stares right back at him.
Now.
Hastings: The World Heavyweight Championship should have been mine again, it would have been had I not had to deal with Pax and his conspiracy. I was so close. It was in my hands…
Then.
Hastings brings the chair down two more times with sick metallic thuds, then with a sudden whim unbuckles the title belt and slides it off of the unconscious champion.
Hastings: Oh, and just a tip from the once and future champion to a first-timer this is why Roberts never left his dressing room until his music hit. These kinds of accidents are just...inevitable.
The hobo and his master disappear down the hallway, leaving Edwards' still form on the ground.
Still then.
Hastings: Soon this will read the proper name once more. The name of the Undisputed Lord-Chief Nigga of Pain, the Immortal, the Ripper...for too long as it been absent. For too long have I tolerated my property being held by others. I can't be blamed for being unable to wait another week. We had to take it.
Also counts as then.
Chris Peterson exits the Lord’s office, encountering his grandfather.
Chris: He said there is a woman in the lobby he wants me to meet? She is dented or something?
Voice: HALLO!!!
Now.
Donovan is interrupted by his cell phone ringing, the familiar sound of his own entrance music playing loudly. Donovan shakes his head.
Hastings: Owen. Never here when I need him.
Donovan picks up the phone, giving it a puzzled look when he sees the screen.
Hastings: Hello?
Voice – Donny! Been awhile since Hibachi night. Listen, just wanted to let you know that ‘The Blessed One’ is going to be in Chicago for Horizons. We must all get together, yes?
Then.
Travis - Who are you talking to?
Hastings: You wait, I'm in the middle of something.
Travis - You're talking to yourself again.
Now.
Donovan hangs up the phone, setting it down on the throne. He runs his fingers through his hair, lost in thought.
He turns to Travis Roberts, seated on his customary spot on the floor.
CajoolZ stares back at him.
Hastings: So what are we going to do about this?
Ooley: I certainly hope that by "we" you refer to yourself and your trained monkey.
Now.
Donovan sits on his throne in his office.
Hastings: I thought it couldn’t get more personal after last year, after that dreadful business with Kiseragi and his refusal to properly shuffle off into the sunset. After all, he was running out of kneecaps for me to shatter. But now, I’ve been betrayed by a person to whom I opened my home, my place of business. I even let him bring that tagalong Kiseragi knock-off with him.
Then.
Chris Peterson closes the office door behind Marek Daisuke as he leaves.
Hastings: I've asked you to keep that prattling moron out of my office. I tolerate enough in here as it is.
Travis Roberts looks up from his slinky.
Hastings: Not you. By the way, there's a woman in the lobby I think you should go meet.
Travis - 'The Blessed One' finds this chair to be quite comfortable.
Hastings: And indented by this point, I imagine.
Now.
Hastings: I made him an instructor. I entrusted him with my students, with the reputation and legacy of the Dungeon of Pain. I was willing to cooperate with this man, to team with him against our enemies. I accepted him as a protégé as I would a niglet.
Then.
Hastings: I'm not teaming with Pax.
Ooley: Right. I'm sure you'd rather team with this clown.
Ooley points at Travis Roberts, standing just behind Donovan, his fingers caught in a Chinese-finger trap, his struggles to free himself from it only serving to make it worse.
Now.
Hastings: I would have been better off with Forewell Boding.
Then.
Calypso looks at Travis.
Calypso: Not sure what you're doing here, but I guess you've been in worse places.
Travis - Thank you.
Now.
Hastings: The worst part is, Ezekiel Pax would never have become the World Heavyweight Champion to begin with were it not for my guidance and leadership. His accomplishments were my own, and the fool spat on us both when he betrayed my trust at Kobayashi Maru, however certain I might be that he was undermining me all along.
Then.
Travis - 88 mph should probably be enough...
Travis, muttering to himself, appears to be sketching a drawing of a hover board. Donovan glances at him before returning his attention to the champion, who stares right back at him.
Now.
Hastings: The World Heavyweight Championship should have been mine again, it would have been had I not had to deal with Pax and his conspiracy. I was so close. It was in my hands…
Then.
Hastings brings the chair down two more times with sick metallic thuds, then with a sudden whim unbuckles the title belt and slides it off of the unconscious champion.
Hastings: Oh, and just a tip from the once and future champion to a first-timer this is why Roberts never left his dressing room until his music hit. These kinds of accidents are just...inevitable.
The hobo and his master disappear down the hallway, leaving Edwards' still form on the ground.
Still then.
Hastings: Soon this will read the proper name once more. The name of the Undisputed Lord-Chief Nigga of Pain, the Immortal, the Ripper...for too long as it been absent. For too long have I tolerated my property being held by others. I can't be blamed for being unable to wait another week. We had to take it.
Also counts as then.
Chris Peterson exits the Lord’s office, encountering his grandfather.
Chris: He said there is a woman in the lobby he wants me to meet? She is dented or something?
Voice: HALLO!!!
Now.
Donovan is interrupted by his cell phone ringing, the familiar sound of his own entrance music playing loudly. Donovan shakes his head.
Hastings: Owen. Never here when I need him.
Donovan picks up the phone, giving it a puzzled look when he sees the screen.
Hastings: Hello?
Voice – Donny! Been awhile since Hibachi night. Listen, just wanted to let you know that ‘The Blessed One’ is going to be in Chicago for Horizons. We must all get together, yes?
Then.
Travis - Who are you talking to?
Hastings: You wait, I'm in the middle of something.
Travis - You're talking to yourself again.
Now.
Donovan hangs up the phone, setting it down on the throne. He runs his fingers through his hair, lost in thought.
He turns to Travis Roberts, seated on his customary spot on the floor.
CajoolZ stares back at him.