Post by Lord Hastings on Feb 15, 2013 21:57:27 GMT -5
It is Sunday night.
The Bankers Life Fieldhouse stands nearly empty, save a few workers finishing preparations in anticipation of the following night's events. Save, of course, for the man that stands alone in the ring.
Donovan leans facing a turnbuckle, staring directly at it, and slowly closes his eyes. The words that he mumbles under his breath are unintelligible. It's possible you wouldn't want to hear them even if you could.
What can be heard, however, is the companion who has arrived at ringside.
Owen: I've been looking for you.
Of course he had, Donovan thinks. What purpose has Owen Peterson come to serve, after all, beyond being present to the Lord's every beck and call? A puppet on a string, eager to serve, blind to all sense and reason as to why he shouldn't? A man loyal to a fault. A name that will be remembered for subservience.
Owen: I'm starting to get worried.
It's a funny thought. After all, what Donovan has put Owen through over the years is nothing short of torture. Time and again, he has put this old man through a gauntlet of personal hell. He abused and corrupted his grandson. He enjoyed it. It's not that he would do it again. It's that he will.
Owen is worried about him. So worried he enters the ring.
Owen: It was Ooley that told me you were out here, if you can believe that. "You're looking for Hamstrings, Patterson? He's down in the ring. How about you make sure he's not taking a dump on my new apron?" Thinks he's a funny guy.
Ooley has had his funny moments from time to time, hasn't he? Of course, so has Donovan. Intentional or not, he has entertained people by the hoards with his antics, his own personal brand of madness that he has come to be known for. Perhaps, to be remembered for.
And that is the problem, isn't it?
Donovan lifts himself to the second rope, standing and staring into the empty seats. 24 hours from now, they will be in the process of emptying again. The loyal UGWC fans will be taking their leave after another big broadcast. Perhaps some of them will be traveling home to Chicago, where UGWC now makes its home. They'll be thinking and talking about what they just saw. The result of the World Heavyweight Championship. The Global Challenge. Donovan Hastings.
No matter what happens during a UGWC broadcast, Donovan Hastings has done something worth talking about. He prides himself upon that, upon being a spectacle. This is a man who creates memories, for in memory lies the secret to immortality.
Burly men and a throne.
A web of lies and deceit.
Booby-trapped bathrooms.
An ever-flowing cloak.
Is this how Donovan Hastings is meant to be remembered? Not for being the 2-Time UGWC Global Heavyweight Champion, former Global Champion of GIW, former World Champion of LWF, but rather for being the ringleader of a circus sideshow?
This career is not over yet. There is time yet, time to remind everyone of who this man is.
Time to be remembered for being a true living weapon.
Time to be remembered for being not only the Lord, but a true personification of pain.
Time to be remembered for the hate found in the red of his eyes.
He is the Ripper.
UGWC's real voice of truth.
And there is still time.
Owen: Donovan?
Donovan steps back off the turnbuckle, turns to face the man who has become his closest and truest friend.
Owen: Say something...
Time is the fire in which we burn.
Hastings: I'm going to win this.
Donovan walks past him, dropping through the ropes to the outside, and walking away, leaving Owen alone in the ring.
Owen: I know. It's inevitable.
The Bankers Life Fieldhouse stands nearly empty, save a few workers finishing preparations in anticipation of the following night's events. Save, of course, for the man that stands alone in the ring.
Donovan leans facing a turnbuckle, staring directly at it, and slowly closes his eyes. The words that he mumbles under his breath are unintelligible. It's possible you wouldn't want to hear them even if you could.
What can be heard, however, is the companion who has arrived at ringside.
Owen: I've been looking for you.
Of course he had, Donovan thinks. What purpose has Owen Peterson come to serve, after all, beyond being present to the Lord's every beck and call? A puppet on a string, eager to serve, blind to all sense and reason as to why he shouldn't? A man loyal to a fault. A name that will be remembered for subservience.
Owen: I'm starting to get worried.
It's a funny thought. After all, what Donovan has put Owen through over the years is nothing short of torture. Time and again, he has put this old man through a gauntlet of personal hell. He abused and corrupted his grandson. He enjoyed it. It's not that he would do it again. It's that he will.
Owen is worried about him. So worried he enters the ring.
Owen: It was Ooley that told me you were out here, if you can believe that. "You're looking for Hamstrings, Patterson? He's down in the ring. How about you make sure he's not taking a dump on my new apron?" Thinks he's a funny guy.
Ooley has had his funny moments from time to time, hasn't he? Of course, so has Donovan. Intentional or not, he has entertained people by the hoards with his antics, his own personal brand of madness that he has come to be known for. Perhaps, to be remembered for.
And that is the problem, isn't it?
Donovan lifts himself to the second rope, standing and staring into the empty seats. 24 hours from now, they will be in the process of emptying again. The loyal UGWC fans will be taking their leave after another big broadcast. Perhaps some of them will be traveling home to Chicago, where UGWC now makes its home. They'll be thinking and talking about what they just saw. The result of the World Heavyweight Championship. The Global Challenge. Donovan Hastings.
No matter what happens during a UGWC broadcast, Donovan Hastings has done something worth talking about. He prides himself upon that, upon being a spectacle. This is a man who creates memories, for in memory lies the secret to immortality.
Burly men and a throne.
A web of lies and deceit.
Booby-trapped bathrooms.
An ever-flowing cloak.
Is this how Donovan Hastings is meant to be remembered? Not for being the 2-Time UGWC Global Heavyweight Champion, former Global Champion of GIW, former World Champion of LWF, but rather for being the ringleader of a circus sideshow?
This career is not over yet. There is time yet, time to remind everyone of who this man is.
Time to be remembered for being a true living weapon.
Time to be remembered for being not only the Lord, but a true personification of pain.
Time to be remembered for the hate found in the red of his eyes.
He is the Ripper.
UGWC's real voice of truth.
And there is still time.
Owen: Donovan?
Donovan steps back off the turnbuckle, turns to face the man who has become his closest and truest friend.
Owen: Say something...
Time is the fire in which we burn.
Hastings: I'm going to win this.
Donovan walks past him, dropping through the ropes to the outside, and walking away, leaving Owen alone in the ring.
Owen: I know. It's inevitable.