Post by Lord Hastings on Sept 3, 2009 5:57:37 GMT -5
Donovan storms through the hallway backstage after Sentinel, pulling Calypso along by the arm.
Calypso: Donovan, maybe this isn’t a good idea.
He doesn’t listen, pushing a stage hand out of the way as they continue.
Calpyso: Really, Donovan, maybe you should just let this one go!
He lets go of her hand and spins around.
Hastings: Let it go? I have been extremely tolerant of the old bag’s continued obstruction of our plans. For weeks now, I have taken great lengths to lead this blind horse to water, and just now that it is drinking, the train has come off the tracks.
Calypso: We got Everknight’s title stripped from him!
Hastings: Do you really think I care the slightest bit about William Everknight?
Donovan spins and kicks open the door in front of him, the door leading into the office of Old Lady Levene, and he steps through the open doorway.
OLL: My word! Donovan!?!?! Did you just kick open my door?
Donovan glares at her, but Calypso follows him in and touches his arm.
Calypso: Donovan…
Donovan glances back at her and closes his eyes for the briefest of moments before looking back at the elderly enforcer.
Hastings: Of course not, mum. It would seem my coming was heralded by a great burst of wind. Somewhere in the building, Travis Roberts must be talking. Or perhaps Komosube had some bad sushi.
OLL: I thought as much. I knew a lovely young man such as yourself would never do something so rude.
Hastings: Mum.
OLL: So what can I do for you then, dears?
Hastings: You took the GIW.com Championship back from Calypso.
OLL: Of course. She explained to me what that terrible man did to her out at the ring, simply dreadful it was. You’ve been right all along about him, I see that. So I had no choice but to strip him of the title for his horrid actions.
Hastings: So why did you take it from Cal?
OLL: You made it quite clear, dear, she was trying to set a positive example for William. Since that is no longer a concern, she needn’t hold it for him any longer, need she?
Donovan takes a deep breath.
Hastings: But surely Calypso could have continued to set that example for the next champion, until they prove themselves deserving.
OLL: I think it would be best to give the new champion a chance first, don’t you? If they disappoint us, I’m sure you will take action in our collective best interests.
Donovan looks back at Calypso, who just shrugs her shoulders.
OLL: Was there anything else?
Hastings: Yeah.
Donovan looks back at Old Lady Levene.
Hastings: You made me the number two entrant into Battleground.
OLL: Of course! With Dirge’s withdrawl from the match, we are stuck with that dreadful William Everknight staying in the match. Who better to deal with him than you?
Hastings: So you punish me for his misbehavior.
OLL: If it wasn’t for you, we might have had a main event on Sentinel.
Hastings: I can hardly be blamed for Glenn Burke shirking his responsibilities. From where I sit, that warrants a suspension for him. Just because he walked out on a match he was supposed to officiate, now I have to be the second entrant?
OLL: You don’t think you can win from that spot?
Hastings: What? Over the drudgery that has been placed into this match? The truth is that whatever potential competition there may have been has already been eliminated. Boolzian has departed. Dirge removed himself from the match. Komosube needs to send in Chinatsu in his place. What is left to oppose me? The Resident Evil? Will inevitability be set aside because of a reject named for a video game? I think not. I could even pull a Komosube and send in Calypso in my place, and she could capture this victory for me over the likes of Chassie Fear and Chinatsu Chen. Can I win this match from the second slot? Of course I can!
OLL: I know you are a man of many talents.
Hastings: I am! In fact, I know over 1,001 varieties of hurricaranas, neckbreakers, and shining wizards.
OLL: You do?
Calypso: You do?
Hastings: Of course! Like…the inverted DDT neckbreaker.
OLL: Ooh.
Hastings: Or the crosshandled dragon neckbreaker.
OLL: That certainly sounds dangerous.
Hastings: Perhaps you’ve heard of the somersault DDT neckbreaker.
OLL: You’re just listing neckbreakers. What happened to the hurricaranas and shining wizards?
Hastings: Well…who can forget my special variant, We’re Off To See The Shining Wizard.
OLL: How is that done?
Calypso: Yeah. How IS it done?
Hastings: Um…well, it’s really just a hip toss, but I call it the We’re Off To See The Shining Wizard. It’s like “The Super Kick” eye poke.
OLL: Well, you certainly sound as though you are plenty prepared for Battleground. In fact, perhaps we should go ahead and just make you the first entrant?
Donovan stares at her for several seconds.
Hastings: Okay, that’s it.
Hastings: AHHH!
Donovan sharply sits up-right, having woken up in a cold sweat.
Calypso: Hrm…bad dream?
Calypso lays in the bed next to him, her arms around her pillow.
Hastings: Yeah…yeah, must have been. I dreamed the Old Bag took the GIW.com belt from you.
Calypso: She did.
Hastings: What?
Calypso: She did, after Sentinel. She stripped Everknight and then took the title.
Hastings: Oh. Well, I dreamed that I was making up names for neckbreakers. Weird, huh?
Calypso: No, you really did that too.
Hastings: I did?
Calypso: Yeah.
Hastings: And did I decapitate the Old Bag, 8-bit graphics style?
Calypso: Um, no.
Hastings: Sodding bitch.
Calypso: How about you get some rest? Battleground will be here before you know it.
He nods his head.
Hastings: Yeah.
He starts to lay back down.
Calypso: Donovan?
He hesitates.
Calypso: Shower first. You’re all sweaty.
Hastings: Ha.
He nods and gets out of the bed, heading into the bathroom. A faint vibrating sound can be heard, and Calypso looks at her night stand to see her cell phone has illuminated. She picks it up and opens it, reading the screen. Calypso glances in the direction of the bathroom as the water can be heard running in the background, and she texts a response and closes the phone before putting it back on the night stand and rolling over in bed.
Calypso: Donovan, maybe this isn’t a good idea.
He doesn’t listen, pushing a stage hand out of the way as they continue.
Calpyso: Really, Donovan, maybe you should just let this one go!
He lets go of her hand and spins around.
Hastings: Let it go? I have been extremely tolerant of the old bag’s continued obstruction of our plans. For weeks now, I have taken great lengths to lead this blind horse to water, and just now that it is drinking, the train has come off the tracks.
Calypso: We got Everknight’s title stripped from him!
Hastings: Do you really think I care the slightest bit about William Everknight?
Donovan spins and kicks open the door in front of him, the door leading into the office of Old Lady Levene, and he steps through the open doorway.
OLL: My word! Donovan!?!?! Did you just kick open my door?
Donovan glares at her, but Calypso follows him in and touches his arm.
Calypso: Donovan…
Donovan glances back at her and closes his eyes for the briefest of moments before looking back at the elderly enforcer.
Hastings: Of course not, mum. It would seem my coming was heralded by a great burst of wind. Somewhere in the building, Travis Roberts must be talking. Or perhaps Komosube had some bad sushi.
OLL: I thought as much. I knew a lovely young man such as yourself would never do something so rude.
Hastings: Mum.
OLL: So what can I do for you then, dears?
Hastings: You took the GIW.com Championship back from Calypso.
OLL: Of course. She explained to me what that terrible man did to her out at the ring, simply dreadful it was. You’ve been right all along about him, I see that. So I had no choice but to strip him of the title for his horrid actions.
Hastings: So why did you take it from Cal?
OLL: You made it quite clear, dear, she was trying to set a positive example for William. Since that is no longer a concern, she needn’t hold it for him any longer, need she?
Donovan takes a deep breath.
Hastings: But surely Calypso could have continued to set that example for the next champion, until they prove themselves deserving.
OLL: I think it would be best to give the new champion a chance first, don’t you? If they disappoint us, I’m sure you will take action in our collective best interests.
Donovan looks back at Calypso, who just shrugs her shoulders.
OLL: Was there anything else?
Hastings: Yeah.
Donovan looks back at Old Lady Levene.
Hastings: You made me the number two entrant into Battleground.
OLL: Of course! With Dirge’s withdrawl from the match, we are stuck with that dreadful William Everknight staying in the match. Who better to deal with him than you?
Hastings: So you punish me for his misbehavior.
OLL: If it wasn’t for you, we might have had a main event on Sentinel.
Hastings: I can hardly be blamed for Glenn Burke shirking his responsibilities. From where I sit, that warrants a suspension for him. Just because he walked out on a match he was supposed to officiate, now I have to be the second entrant?
OLL: You don’t think you can win from that spot?
Hastings: What? Over the drudgery that has been placed into this match? The truth is that whatever potential competition there may have been has already been eliminated. Boolzian has departed. Dirge removed himself from the match. Komosube needs to send in Chinatsu in his place. What is left to oppose me? The Resident Evil? Will inevitability be set aside because of a reject named for a video game? I think not. I could even pull a Komosube and send in Calypso in my place, and she could capture this victory for me over the likes of Chassie Fear and Chinatsu Chen. Can I win this match from the second slot? Of course I can!
OLL: I know you are a man of many talents.
Hastings: I am! In fact, I know over 1,001 varieties of hurricaranas, neckbreakers, and shining wizards.
OLL: You do?
Calypso: You do?
Hastings: Of course! Like…the inverted DDT neckbreaker.
OLL: Ooh.
Hastings: Or the crosshandled dragon neckbreaker.
OLL: That certainly sounds dangerous.
Hastings: Perhaps you’ve heard of the somersault DDT neckbreaker.
OLL: You’re just listing neckbreakers. What happened to the hurricaranas and shining wizards?
Hastings: Well…who can forget my special variant, We’re Off To See The Shining Wizard.
OLL: How is that done?
Calypso: Yeah. How IS it done?
Hastings: Um…well, it’s really just a hip toss, but I call it the We’re Off To See The Shining Wizard. It’s like “The Super Kick” eye poke.
OLL: Well, you certainly sound as though you are plenty prepared for Battleground. In fact, perhaps we should go ahead and just make you the first entrant?
Donovan stares at her for several seconds.
Hastings: Okay, that’s it.
Hastings: AHHH!
Donovan sharply sits up-right, having woken up in a cold sweat.
Calypso: Hrm…bad dream?
Calypso lays in the bed next to him, her arms around her pillow.
Hastings: Yeah…yeah, must have been. I dreamed the Old Bag took the GIW.com belt from you.
Calypso: She did.
Hastings: What?
Calypso: She did, after Sentinel. She stripped Everknight and then took the title.
Hastings: Oh. Well, I dreamed that I was making up names for neckbreakers. Weird, huh?
Calypso: No, you really did that too.
Hastings: I did?
Calypso: Yeah.
Hastings: And did I decapitate the Old Bag, 8-bit graphics style?
Calypso: Um, no.
Hastings: Sodding bitch.
Calypso: How about you get some rest? Battleground will be here before you know it.
He nods his head.
Hastings: Yeah.
He starts to lay back down.
Calypso: Donovan?
He hesitates.
Calypso: Shower first. You’re all sweaty.
Hastings: Ha.
He nods and gets out of the bed, heading into the bathroom. A faint vibrating sound can be heard, and Calypso looks at her night stand to see her cell phone has illuminated. She picks it up and opens it, reading the screen. Calypso glances in the direction of the bathroom as the water can be heard running in the background, and she texts a response and closes the phone before putting it back on the night stand and rolling over in bed.
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