Post by Lord Hastings on Oct 12, 2014 20:58:22 GMT -5
The morning after Sin City, Donovan stands on the balcony of his hotel room, looking out over the city.
Owen appears in the doorway.
Peterson: We’re all packed up. Ready when you are.
Hastings: Thank you.
Donovan takes a deep breath.
Hastings: Can’t get out of here fast enough.
Peterson: I know, what happened leaves a bad taste in your mouth, doesn’t it?
Hastings: How could it not?
Peterson: Eden couldn’t beat you back at No Holds Barred. You’ll have the title back from her in no time.
Hastings: Who’s talking about Eden?
Peterson: Right, Dirge wasted your purse, it’s got me worked up too.
Hastings: Dirge has had my back this year when others haven’t. He’s a big part of the reason I made it back to the World Title to begin with. We’ll call that even.
Peterson: Right, okay, then what were you thinking? I mean, you beat Jet.
Hastings: That’s a generous perspective.
Peterson: He was beat and you were coming for more, he actually did something smart and “discretion is the better part of valor” or something.
Donovan looks back out over the strip.
Hastings: I’ve been saying for months that everything in my life is about the babies now. I even wrote it on that stupid board. Then I go to Sin City and I nearly throw it all away. That match last night was never going to end, or if it did, it was going to be because somebody was crippled, or worse. You and I can stand here and say with confidence that it doesn’t matter, that it would have been Jet, and we might even be right. But I have a forever of looking in the eyes of my own children ahead of me, and how am I supposed to do that after I cripple another man in their name? The record books say I made Jet Somers quit last night, but the truth is that Jet Somers was the only person who recognized that we had gone too far, and he put a stop to it for both of our sakes. Yes, I “won” the match. But I’m ashamed of the fact that I wasn’t the better person on the night. I can’t be the Lord of Pain, Owen. Not anymore.
Donovan walks back into the hotel room, with Owen just behind him
Hastings: And Jet was rewarded by having one of his nearest and dearest friends betray him and rip his heart out. You and I both know just how fresh a similar wound I have. I never would have thought I’d say it, but the fool deserved better.
He picks up his bag and slings it over his shoulder.
Hastings: Let’s go home.
Owen appears in the doorway.
Peterson: We’re all packed up. Ready when you are.
Hastings: Thank you.
Donovan takes a deep breath.
Hastings: Can’t get out of here fast enough.
Peterson: I know, what happened leaves a bad taste in your mouth, doesn’t it?
Hastings: How could it not?
Peterson: Eden couldn’t beat you back at No Holds Barred. You’ll have the title back from her in no time.
Hastings: Who’s talking about Eden?
Peterson: Right, Dirge wasted your purse, it’s got me worked up too.
Hastings: Dirge has had my back this year when others haven’t. He’s a big part of the reason I made it back to the World Title to begin with. We’ll call that even.
Peterson: Right, okay, then what were you thinking? I mean, you beat Jet.
Hastings: That’s a generous perspective.
Peterson: He was beat and you were coming for more, he actually did something smart and “discretion is the better part of valor” or something.
Donovan looks back out over the strip.
Hastings: I’ve been saying for months that everything in my life is about the babies now. I even wrote it on that stupid board. Then I go to Sin City and I nearly throw it all away. That match last night was never going to end, or if it did, it was going to be because somebody was crippled, or worse. You and I can stand here and say with confidence that it doesn’t matter, that it would have been Jet, and we might even be right. But I have a forever of looking in the eyes of my own children ahead of me, and how am I supposed to do that after I cripple another man in their name? The record books say I made Jet Somers quit last night, but the truth is that Jet Somers was the only person who recognized that we had gone too far, and he put a stop to it for both of our sakes. Yes, I “won” the match. But I’m ashamed of the fact that I wasn’t the better person on the night. I can’t be the Lord of Pain, Owen. Not anymore.
Donovan walks back into the hotel room, with Owen just behind him
Hastings: And Jet was rewarded by having one of his nearest and dearest friends betray him and rip his heart out. You and I both know just how fresh a similar wound I have. I never would have thought I’d say it, but the fool deserved better.
He picks up his bag and slings it over his shoulder.
Hastings: Let’s go home.