Post by Lord Hastings on Jul 27, 2009 14:42:53 GMT -5
Toxic Intent…
Hanson: You can’t use Inevitability on the Lord!
Vinegar: And he won’t, as Hastings counters into a hurricarana! Edwards tries to get right up, but Hastings kicks him in the chest and hits a Facebreaker DDT! Hastings back to his feet, but he stops suddenly.
Donovan freezes, his attention caught by something in the crowd.
Hanson: What is he looking at?
Hastings: (under his breath) What…
Vinegar: Hastings seems to be distracted by something out in the crowd.
Hastings: Cal?
Hanson: Get on Edwards! Finish him!
Vinegar: Hastings still staring into the crowd, he’s pulling Edwards up slowly, still looking out.
Hastings: Can’t be…
Hanson: I’m looking, I don’t see anything! What is he looking at!
Vinegar: AND EDWARDS CAPITALIZES AND HITS THE TWIST ENDING!!!!
Hanson: No!
Vinegar: He’s got the leg hooked!
Hazel East is in position and counts the three.
Dennis: Here is your winner, MOSSSSS EDWARRRRRRRRRRRRRDS!!!!!
Donovan rolls out of the ring, and he vaults the barricade into the crowd.
Hastings: Can’t be…
Donovan begins pushing people out of the way as he rushes through the crowd, and he stops on the stairway, as nearby fans pat him on the shoulder and security tries to hold them back.
Hastings: Pull it together, pull it together, she’s not here.
Donovan squints as something catches his eye, and he rushes up the stairs, taking them two at a time, until he passes through an opening into the concessions area. He stops, breathing heavily.
Hastings: CALYPSO!
Donovan begins looking around frantically, and he pushes people out of the way. He grabs a popcorn machine and violently hurls it to the ground as people scatter.
Hastings: WHERE IS SHE!?!??!
Hastings grabs the vendor by the shirt.
Hastings: WHERE??
Vendor: I don't...I don't know!
Two security guards rush up to him.
Guard: Let him go, Mr. Hastings.
Donovan stares at the guard, and after a moment lets go of the vendor.
Hastings: I saw her.
Guard: I'm sure you did, but I think your night has gone on long enough.
Donovan glares at him, but lowers his head.
Guard: Let's go, Mr. Hastings.
Donovan stares at the spilled popcorn.
Hastings: Mr. Hastings...
The guards escort Donovan away.
Donovan sits on the steps outside the arena after Toxic Intent, staring at the night sky. The last few cars are pulling out of the parking lot, as security chases away a few fans that are trying to have a post-show tailgate.
Hastings: I know you’re there.
After a moment of hesitation, Calypso softly takes the final few steps to stand behind Donovan, just to the side.
Calypso: How did you know?
Hastings: It was…
He smirks, looking down at the ground for a moment. Donovan looks back up at the sky.
Hastings: What do you want.
Calypso lowers her eyes, looking at the ground next to him.
Calypso: I didn’t think you would see me. I really didn’t mean for that. I’m…I’m sorry that you lost because of that, I am.
Donovan looks back at the ground in front of him.
Hastings: What do you want.
Calypso: I wanted to see you.
Hastings: Why.
She winces at the tone he continues to use.
Calypso: Donovan…
She sits down next to him. He doesn’t move.
Calypso: Aren’t you even going to look at me.
He smiles.
Hastings: Do you know how long it took me to get past you? To let go of you, and all that happened? Seven months. Seven. Months. For a while I couldn’t even accept you were actually gone. I kept thinking that at any moment the door to the apartment would open, and you would walk in. I thought after every match that I would go back to the locker room, and you’d be coming out of the shower. Seven months of my life that I can’t get back.
Calypso: I’m sorry.
Hastings: I was angry at the world, and I took it out on anyone I could. Poor Owen, he didn’t deserve what I put him through. But he had a lot to do with why you left, didn’t he? Not that he did any of it on purpose, he was a victim of circumstance. But part of me still blamed him for that. Seven months of my life that I can’t get back.
Calypso: I’m sorry.
Hastings: I thought I could somehow convince you to come back. I even went to a church to plead with God about it, for christ’s sake. I thought I could punish Gabby, and you’d come back. I could decimate Dredd, and you’d come back. I could win the Unified Championship, and you’d come back. Bargains and promises, for seven months of my life that I can’t get back.
Calypso: Donovan…
Hastings: And I’ve been in therapy. I needed to, I didn’t have a choice. The thoughts that went through my head, I’ve never felt so depressed. I call myself the Lord of Pain, and that’s what I was, the lord of my own pain, for seven months of my life, that I can’t get back.
Her eyes water, as a tear runs down her cheek.
Calypso: What do you want me to say?
Hastings: SEVEN MONTHS!
She jumps. A second tear rolls as she puts her hand over her heart.
Hastings: I don’t want you to say anything. I didn’t need you to come here. I didn’t want you to come here. I got past it all, all of it. For the first time since I can remember, I was at peace, and you show up now, for what? What do you want?
She sniffles.
Calypso: I just thought…it really took me off guard when you saw me. I didn’t expect that, I didn’t know what to say. I panicked and ran. But I came back here to see you. I didn’t know how I would feel about it when I did, but now I do. And I’ve missed you.
Hastings: Have you.
Calypso: You really won’t even look at me?
He doesn’t respond.
Calypso: I just want us to talk.
Hastings: We did. And we’re done.
Donovan stands, and he starts walking into the parking lot. The tears are now free flowing down her face.
Calypso: Donovan…please…
He stops, and his head tilts to the side, but he doesn’t turn around. For a moment Donovan hesitates, and he takes the next step forward as she cries.
Today.
Donovan enters the arena with his bag slung over his shoulder. He is dressed in khakis and a golf shirt. Donovan nods to a stage hand as he walks past a monitor, with Roxy Malone on it.
Malone: Joining me at this time, making her first official appearance on a GIW broadcast since last December, Calypso Desmona!
Donovan stops as he hears it. He turns back around and adjusts the bag on his shoulder with his eyes locked on the screen, as Calypso appears next to Roxy, holding a box in her hands.
Malone: Welcome back!
Calypso: Thank you.
Malone: What have you been doing all these months?
Calypso: I’ve been watching, Roxy, and what I’ve seen has disgusted me. I saw the tournament to crown the top asset in Global Impact Wrestling. I watched the global tour. I’ve seen one man reign supreme, seemingly untouchable, atop the world while everyone else just grasps at straws. I stayed away until I could bear to do so no longer.
Malone: So have you reunited with Donovan?
Calypso: Donovan…I have a gift for Donovan.
She holds up the box.
Calypso: This week, Donovan has a qualifying match for Battleground. Remember what he was doing at this time last year? The winner of Battleground could have the match of his choosing, anything that he wanted, at Horizons. What did Donovan want? A match with a referee. A match he ended up getting, even though he didn’t win Battleground. A match that was the final straw, and drove me away for good. A match he lost. But of course, Donovan does a lot of that, doesn’t he? He lost last year at Battleground. He lost to a referee at Horizons. He lost his precious “Chief Nigga” tournament. He lost his chance to win the Global Title, and just a few weeks ago, he lost to Moss Edwards. And who does Donovan face in this qualifying match?
Malone: Um, he’ll be facing William Everknight.
Calypso: The GIW.com Champion, and we all know how Donovan does in big matches like that. Do you realize that Donovan has never actually held a championship here in Global Impact Wrestling? He’s out of his league. Like I said, I’ve been watching all these months, and what I’ve seen is failure after failure.
Donovan, still watching the monitor, adjusts the bag, and he walks away.
Calypso: And then there is this scrumptious Everknight fellow, who was here a week and already won a championship. It certainly sounds like a man of…destiny, doesn’t it? So I will be watching, as I have been all this time, and when the moment is right, I will bestow upon Donovan this…gift.
She smiles and laughs. The monitor switches off, except Donovan is no longer the person watching it. This person stares at the screen, a replica title belt around his waist, and completely expressionless as he stares at the blank screen is Owen Peterson.
Hanson: You can’t use Inevitability on the Lord!
Vinegar: And he won’t, as Hastings counters into a hurricarana! Edwards tries to get right up, but Hastings kicks him in the chest and hits a Facebreaker DDT! Hastings back to his feet, but he stops suddenly.
Donovan freezes, his attention caught by something in the crowd.
Hanson: What is he looking at?
Hastings: (under his breath) What…
Vinegar: Hastings seems to be distracted by something out in the crowd.
Hastings: Cal?
Hanson: Get on Edwards! Finish him!
Vinegar: Hastings still staring into the crowd, he’s pulling Edwards up slowly, still looking out.
Hastings: Can’t be…
Hanson: I’m looking, I don’t see anything! What is he looking at!
Vinegar: AND EDWARDS CAPITALIZES AND HITS THE TWIST ENDING!!!!
Hanson: No!
Vinegar: He’s got the leg hooked!
Hazel East is in position and counts the three.
Dennis: Here is your winner, MOSSSSS EDWARRRRRRRRRRRRRDS!!!!!
Donovan rolls out of the ring, and he vaults the barricade into the crowd.
Hastings: Can’t be…
Donovan begins pushing people out of the way as he rushes through the crowd, and he stops on the stairway, as nearby fans pat him on the shoulder and security tries to hold them back.
Hastings: Pull it together, pull it together, she’s not here.
Donovan squints as something catches his eye, and he rushes up the stairs, taking them two at a time, until he passes through an opening into the concessions area. He stops, breathing heavily.
Hastings: CALYPSO!
Donovan begins looking around frantically, and he pushes people out of the way. He grabs a popcorn machine and violently hurls it to the ground as people scatter.
Hastings: WHERE IS SHE!?!??!
Hastings grabs the vendor by the shirt.
Hastings: WHERE??
Vendor: I don't...I don't know!
Two security guards rush up to him.
Guard: Let him go, Mr. Hastings.
Donovan stares at the guard, and after a moment lets go of the vendor.
Hastings: I saw her.
Guard: I'm sure you did, but I think your night has gone on long enough.
Donovan glares at him, but lowers his head.
Guard: Let's go, Mr. Hastings.
Donovan stares at the spilled popcorn.
Hastings: Mr. Hastings...
The guards escort Donovan away.
* * * * * * * * * *
Donovan sits on the steps outside the arena after Toxic Intent, staring at the night sky. The last few cars are pulling out of the parking lot, as security chases away a few fans that are trying to have a post-show tailgate.
Hastings: I know you’re there.
After a moment of hesitation, Calypso softly takes the final few steps to stand behind Donovan, just to the side.
Calypso: How did you know?
Hastings: It was…
He smirks, looking down at the ground for a moment. Donovan looks back up at the sky.
Hastings: What do you want.
Calypso lowers her eyes, looking at the ground next to him.
Calypso: I didn’t think you would see me. I really didn’t mean for that. I’m…I’m sorry that you lost because of that, I am.
Donovan looks back at the ground in front of him.
Hastings: What do you want.
Calypso: I wanted to see you.
Hastings: Why.
She winces at the tone he continues to use.
Calypso: Donovan…
She sits down next to him. He doesn’t move.
Calypso: Aren’t you even going to look at me.
He smiles.
Hastings: Do you know how long it took me to get past you? To let go of you, and all that happened? Seven months. Seven. Months. For a while I couldn’t even accept you were actually gone. I kept thinking that at any moment the door to the apartment would open, and you would walk in. I thought after every match that I would go back to the locker room, and you’d be coming out of the shower. Seven months of my life that I can’t get back.
Calypso: I’m sorry.
Hastings: I was angry at the world, and I took it out on anyone I could. Poor Owen, he didn’t deserve what I put him through. But he had a lot to do with why you left, didn’t he? Not that he did any of it on purpose, he was a victim of circumstance. But part of me still blamed him for that. Seven months of my life that I can’t get back.
Calypso: I’m sorry.
Hastings: I thought I could somehow convince you to come back. I even went to a church to plead with God about it, for christ’s sake. I thought I could punish Gabby, and you’d come back. I could decimate Dredd, and you’d come back. I could win the Unified Championship, and you’d come back. Bargains and promises, for seven months of my life that I can’t get back.
Calypso: Donovan…
Hastings: And I’ve been in therapy. I needed to, I didn’t have a choice. The thoughts that went through my head, I’ve never felt so depressed. I call myself the Lord of Pain, and that’s what I was, the lord of my own pain, for seven months of my life, that I can’t get back.
Her eyes water, as a tear runs down her cheek.
Calypso: What do you want me to say?
Hastings: SEVEN MONTHS!
She jumps. A second tear rolls as she puts her hand over her heart.
Hastings: I don’t want you to say anything. I didn’t need you to come here. I didn’t want you to come here. I got past it all, all of it. For the first time since I can remember, I was at peace, and you show up now, for what? What do you want?
She sniffles.
Calypso: I just thought…it really took me off guard when you saw me. I didn’t expect that, I didn’t know what to say. I panicked and ran. But I came back here to see you. I didn’t know how I would feel about it when I did, but now I do. And I’ve missed you.
Hastings: Have you.
Calypso: You really won’t even look at me?
He doesn’t respond.
Calypso: I just want us to talk.
Hastings: We did. And we’re done.
Donovan stands, and he starts walking into the parking lot. The tears are now free flowing down her face.
Calypso: Donovan…please…
He stops, and his head tilts to the side, but he doesn’t turn around. For a moment Donovan hesitates, and he takes the next step forward as she cries.
* * * * * * * * * *
Today.
Donovan enters the arena with his bag slung over his shoulder. He is dressed in khakis and a golf shirt. Donovan nods to a stage hand as he walks past a monitor, with Roxy Malone on it.
Malone: Joining me at this time, making her first official appearance on a GIW broadcast since last December, Calypso Desmona!
Donovan stops as he hears it. He turns back around and adjusts the bag on his shoulder with his eyes locked on the screen, as Calypso appears next to Roxy, holding a box in her hands.
Malone: Welcome back!
Calypso: Thank you.
Malone: What have you been doing all these months?
Calypso: I’ve been watching, Roxy, and what I’ve seen has disgusted me. I saw the tournament to crown the top asset in Global Impact Wrestling. I watched the global tour. I’ve seen one man reign supreme, seemingly untouchable, atop the world while everyone else just grasps at straws. I stayed away until I could bear to do so no longer.
Malone: So have you reunited with Donovan?
Calypso: Donovan…I have a gift for Donovan.
She holds up the box.
Calypso: This week, Donovan has a qualifying match for Battleground. Remember what he was doing at this time last year? The winner of Battleground could have the match of his choosing, anything that he wanted, at Horizons. What did Donovan want? A match with a referee. A match he ended up getting, even though he didn’t win Battleground. A match that was the final straw, and drove me away for good. A match he lost. But of course, Donovan does a lot of that, doesn’t he? He lost last year at Battleground. He lost to a referee at Horizons. He lost his precious “Chief Nigga” tournament. He lost his chance to win the Global Title, and just a few weeks ago, he lost to Moss Edwards. And who does Donovan face in this qualifying match?
Malone: Um, he’ll be facing William Everknight.
Calypso: The GIW.com Champion, and we all know how Donovan does in big matches like that. Do you realize that Donovan has never actually held a championship here in Global Impact Wrestling? He’s out of his league. Like I said, I’ve been watching all these months, and what I’ve seen is failure after failure.
Donovan, still watching the monitor, adjusts the bag, and he walks away.
Calypso: And then there is this scrumptious Everknight fellow, who was here a week and already won a championship. It certainly sounds like a man of…destiny, doesn’t it? So I will be watching, as I have been all this time, and when the moment is right, I will bestow upon Donovan this…gift.
She smiles and laughs. The monitor switches off, except Donovan is no longer the person watching it. This person stares at the screen, a replica title belt around his waist, and completely expressionless as he stares at the blank screen is Owen Peterson.