Post by Lord Hastings on Jul 29, 2009 20:23:35 GMT -5
Donovan is in the NiggaCave, staring at a picture in his hand of Calypso. Wrapped around his other fist are a set of rosary beads, which he is sliding back and forth between his fingers.
Hastings: I did it, Cal. I beat her. Gabrielle Montgomery stepped aside, she quit. I promised you I would make her say the words, and now she has. Vengeance for all the pain and strife she has caused us. Retribution for everything that came between us. It's over. Finally.
He takes a deep breath.
Hastings: So where the hell are you?
Owen Peterson enters the NiggaCave. Donovan quickly tucks the picture into his pocket.
Peterson: Lord-Chief?
Donovan looks back at Owen over his shoulder, not looking all the way.
Hastings: Speak.
Peterson: I just wanted to...are those rosary beads?
Hastings: Eh?
Peterson: In your hand.
Hastings: What, this?
He holds up the beads.
Hastings: I found these in that church last week. I thought they might be good to choke a bitch with, but I haven't gotten around to it yet.
Peterson: Those are rosary beads.
Hastings: Speak English, Niglet. I can't always follow this ghetto speak of yours.
Peterson: That wasn't...whatever. You're supposed to use them to pray.
Hastings: ...really?
Donovan stares at the beads.
Hastings: Fuck that.
He tosses them into his bag.
Hastings: What had you wanted?
Peterson: I was just wondering...now that you've secured your position as the...true...Chief Nigga...ahem...well, what do you do now?
Hastings: What now, indeed.
Donovan walks to the throne and sits down.
Hastings: You did a great job with the introduction by the way. Your Lord-Chief is pleased.
Peterson: I just read what you wrote.
Hastings: DO NOT SPEAK ALOUD OF THE LORD-CHIEF'S SECRET TACTICS.
Peterson: ...right.
Hastings: Now, where do we go from here, indeed. Well, I have a tag team match on Sentinel. That's a start, isn't it?
Peterson: Really? That's it? That's all you got?
Hastings: A tag team match of the legendary duo known as Blessed Immortality is never a small thing. Maybe we should go win the Tag Team Championship.
Peterson: Well, you did already beat up one woman...
Hastings: What's that?
Peterson: I said I find your speeches moving.
Hastings: The match is against Severino too. I had fun bashing in his brains. Maybe I could do that again.
Peterson: I'm glad Glenn has to deal with you for a week.
Hastings: What's that?
Peterson: Your matches aren't for the meek.
Hastings: No, they certainly aren't. Still, feels a bit small, considering the occasion. I have reason to celebrate, after all. And you did say you find my speeches moving...
Peterson: Oh no...
Hastings: Niglet! Go and secure me some airtime during Sentinel. I think I'll have an announcement to make.
Peterson: Why do I open my mouth...
Owen leaves the NiggaCave. Donovan watches and makes sure he has left, and then walks to his bag and pulls the rosary beads back out. He wraps them around his hand, and takes the picture of Calypso back out of his pocket...
Hastings: I did it, Cal. I beat her. Gabrielle Montgomery stepped aside, she quit. I promised you I would make her say the words, and now she has. Vengeance for all the pain and strife she has caused us. Retribution for everything that came between us. It's over. Finally.
He takes a deep breath.
Hastings: So where the hell are you?
Owen Peterson enters the NiggaCave. Donovan quickly tucks the picture into his pocket.
Peterson: Lord-Chief?
Donovan looks back at Owen over his shoulder, not looking all the way.
Hastings: Speak.
Peterson: I just wanted to...are those rosary beads?
Hastings: Eh?
Peterson: In your hand.
Hastings: What, this?
He holds up the beads.
Hastings: I found these in that church last week. I thought they might be good to choke a bitch with, but I haven't gotten around to it yet.
Peterson: Those are rosary beads.
Hastings: Speak English, Niglet. I can't always follow this ghetto speak of yours.
Peterson: That wasn't...whatever. You're supposed to use them to pray.
Hastings: ...really?
Donovan stares at the beads.
Hastings: Fuck that.
He tosses them into his bag.
Hastings: What had you wanted?
Peterson: I was just wondering...now that you've secured your position as the...true...Chief Nigga...ahem...well, what do you do now?
Hastings: What now, indeed.
Donovan walks to the throne and sits down.
Hastings: You did a great job with the introduction by the way. Your Lord-Chief is pleased.
Peterson: I just read what you wrote.
Hastings: DO NOT SPEAK ALOUD OF THE LORD-CHIEF'S SECRET TACTICS.
Peterson: ...right.
Hastings: Now, where do we go from here, indeed. Well, I have a tag team match on Sentinel. That's a start, isn't it?
Peterson: Really? That's it? That's all you got?
Hastings: A tag team match of the legendary duo known as Blessed Immortality is never a small thing. Maybe we should go win the Tag Team Championship.
Peterson: Well, you did already beat up one woman...
Hastings: What's that?
Peterson: I said I find your speeches moving.
Hastings: The match is against Severino too. I had fun bashing in his brains. Maybe I could do that again.
Peterson: I'm glad Glenn has to deal with you for a week.
Hastings: What's that?
Peterson: Your matches aren't for the meek.
Hastings: No, they certainly aren't. Still, feels a bit small, considering the occasion. I have reason to celebrate, after all. And you did say you find my speeches moving...
Peterson: Oh no...
Hastings: Niglet! Go and secure me some airtime during Sentinel. I think I'll have an announcement to make.
Peterson: Why do I open my mouth...
Owen leaves the NiggaCave. Donovan watches and makes sure he has left, and then walks to his bag and pulls the rosary beads back out. He wraps them around his hand, and takes the picture of Calypso back out of his pocket...
