Post by Lord Hastings on Oct 18, 2017 21:32:10 GMT -5
Deep with the Dungeon of Pain and Paradox…
Donovan sits perched atop a turnbuckle in one of the old training rings in the facility. Zane stands in the center of the ring with his arms folded, staring at Donovan, as Owen is reading Good Housekeeping in a chair outside the ring.
Hastings: So, we have a big match coming up on Synergy.
Zane: Is there a reason we can’t have this conversation in comfortable chairs in the command center?
Hastings: I’ll get to that. I want to take a moment first to put all this in context for us. I’ve had to be Cooperative Champion with some terrible partners, like Dave Rydell and Jet Somers. You’ve had to carry dead weight like Eden and that angry German guy that time.
Zane starts to open his mouth, but appears to think better of whatever he was going to say.
Hastings: But we also know the experience of having a good partner that you can rely on, like when I teamed with Travis Roberts, or for you, now that you have me.
Zane rolls his eyes.
Zane: This is a rather significant opportunity on Monday for both of us. It would behoove us both to take it seriously.
Hastings: I take it plenty seriously. Jet and Rogan have let championship gold come between them as only it can, and now Pain and Paradox is in position to swoop in and pick at the bones.
Zane: They beat us once before.
Hastings: I didn’t like you then. They also weren’t driven to beat on each other, as they are now.
Zane: There is also the matter of the Court and their fourth member.
Hastings: Ah, yes, the mysterious fourth member. Is it you?
Zane: No.
Hastings: Interesting. I’m mostly certain it isn’t me.
Donovan stares at Owen on the outside. After a few moments looks up at him, over his reading glasses.
Peterson: What?
Hastings: Nothing, nevermind. It’s hardly our chief concern anyway.
Zane: It isn’t?
Hastings: No. We need to be more of a team.
Zane: More of a team?
Hastings: Exactly. Now, we’ve got the music bit sorted out, but we need a way to coordinate our offense. Something that allows maximum impact, delivered in tandem.
Zane: You want a double-team move that we can finish people with. I can dig it.
Hastings: Good, that’s good, but here is the thing...you’re going to need some moves that I can work with.
Zane: Moves that you can work with?
Hastings: We need to expand your moveset.
Zane: What’s wrong with my moveset?
Donovan chuckles for a few moments, clearly restraining full-blown laughter.
Hastings: Oh, you were being serious. Right.
Donovan drops into the ring.
Hastings: Let’s start with the Jaws of Death.
Zane: The Jaws of Death?
Hastings: It’s simple. I’ll show you. Owen!
Owen marks his page in his magazine and enters the ring.
Hastings: Now, pay attention. This might be tricky.
Donovan puts Owen into the hold.
Hastings: See, these are the Jaws of Death.
Zane: That's a chinlock.
Hastings: The Jaws of Death.
Zane: Chinlock.
Hastings: JAWS OF DEATH!
Zane: CHINLOCK!
Hastings: JAWS. OF. DEATH.
Zane: CHIN. LOCK.
Hastings: Listen, just do it, okay?
Zane rolls his eyes as Donovan releases the hold, and Zane steps in and applies it.
Hastings: Now, I execute...THE SUPER KICK.
Peterson: Oh no...
Donovan pokes Owen in the eye.
Peterson: AUGH!!!!
Zane releases the hold with a confused expression as Owen writhes on the mat, holding his eye.
Zane: What was that?
Hastings: It was THE SUPER KICK.
Zane: You just poked him in the eye.
Hastings: Excuse me, it was The Super Kick.
Zane: It was an eye poke.
Hastings: Super Kick!
Zane: Eye poke!
Hastings: SUPER KICK!
Zane: EYE POKE!
Donovan throws his hands up in disbelief.
Hastings: You're really unbelievable.
Zane: Me?!
Peterson: Oh, it burns!
Hastings: Go run some water on it, you big baby.
Owen scampers off. They both watch him.
Hastings: You need to develop a flair for the dramatic. Now, this...
Donovan pantomimes poking someone in the eye.
Hastings: That's an eye poke. But this...
Donovan waves his hands in the air theatrically before pantomiming an eye poke.
Hastings: That is The Super Kick. See the difference?
Zane: It worries me that I do.
Hastings: So yeah, you can do a silly chin lock, or you can own that shit and make it THE JAWS OF DEATH. Can you handle that?
Zane: I can't believe I'm saying this, but yes .
Hastings: Good, because then, when our powers combine, we can perform THE KICK IN THE JAW.
Zane: I'm not getting the whole "kick" part when you're sticking a finger in somebody's eye.
Hastings: It's got quite a kick.
Zane thinks a moment and nods his head.
Zane: That makes sense to me, which I find disconcerting in itself.
Hastings: See? There's hope for you after all.
Zane: Can we do it to Larry now?
Hastings: I don't want to catch the plague.
Donovan sits perched atop a turnbuckle in one of the old training rings in the facility. Zane stands in the center of the ring with his arms folded, staring at Donovan, as Owen is reading Good Housekeeping in a chair outside the ring.
Hastings: So, we have a big match coming up on Synergy.
Zane: Is there a reason we can’t have this conversation in comfortable chairs in the command center?
Hastings: I’ll get to that. I want to take a moment first to put all this in context for us. I’ve had to be Cooperative Champion with some terrible partners, like Dave Rydell and Jet Somers. You’ve had to carry dead weight like Eden and that angry German guy that time.
Zane starts to open his mouth, but appears to think better of whatever he was going to say.
Hastings: But we also know the experience of having a good partner that you can rely on, like when I teamed with Travis Roberts, or for you, now that you have me.
Zane rolls his eyes.
Zane: This is a rather significant opportunity on Monday for both of us. It would behoove us both to take it seriously.
Hastings: I take it plenty seriously. Jet and Rogan have let championship gold come between them as only it can, and now Pain and Paradox is in position to swoop in and pick at the bones.
Zane: They beat us once before.
Hastings: I didn’t like you then. They also weren’t driven to beat on each other, as they are now.
Zane: There is also the matter of the Court and their fourth member.
Hastings: Ah, yes, the mysterious fourth member. Is it you?
Zane: No.
Hastings: Interesting. I’m mostly certain it isn’t me.
Donovan stares at Owen on the outside. After a few moments looks up at him, over his reading glasses.
Peterson: What?
Hastings: Nothing, nevermind. It’s hardly our chief concern anyway.
Zane: It isn’t?
Hastings: No. We need to be more of a team.
Zane: More of a team?
Hastings: Exactly. Now, we’ve got the music bit sorted out, but we need a way to coordinate our offense. Something that allows maximum impact, delivered in tandem.
Zane: You want a double-team move that we can finish people with. I can dig it.
Hastings: Good, that’s good, but here is the thing...you’re going to need some moves that I can work with.
Zane: Moves that you can work with?
Hastings: We need to expand your moveset.
Zane: What’s wrong with my moveset?
Donovan chuckles for a few moments, clearly restraining full-blown laughter.
Hastings: Oh, you were being serious. Right.
Donovan drops into the ring.
Hastings: Let’s start with the Jaws of Death.
Zane: The Jaws of Death?
Hastings: It’s simple. I’ll show you. Owen!
Owen marks his page in his magazine and enters the ring.
Hastings: Now, pay attention. This might be tricky.
Donovan puts Owen into the hold.
Hastings: See, these are the Jaws of Death.
Zane: That's a chinlock.
Hastings: The Jaws of Death.
Zane: Chinlock.
Hastings: JAWS OF DEATH!
Zane: CHINLOCK!
Hastings: JAWS. OF. DEATH.
Zane: CHIN. LOCK.
Hastings: Listen, just do it, okay?
Zane rolls his eyes as Donovan releases the hold, and Zane steps in and applies it.
Hastings: Now, I execute...THE SUPER KICK.
Peterson: Oh no...
Donovan pokes Owen in the eye.
Peterson: AUGH!!!!
Zane releases the hold with a confused expression as Owen writhes on the mat, holding his eye.
Zane: What was that?
Hastings: It was THE SUPER KICK.
Zane: You just poked him in the eye.
Hastings: Excuse me, it was The Super Kick.
Zane: It was an eye poke.
Hastings: Super Kick!
Zane: Eye poke!
Hastings: SUPER KICK!
Zane: EYE POKE!
Donovan throws his hands up in disbelief.
Hastings: You're really unbelievable.
Zane: Me?!
Peterson: Oh, it burns!
Hastings: Go run some water on it, you big baby.
Owen scampers off. They both watch him.
Hastings: You need to develop a flair for the dramatic. Now, this...
Donovan pantomimes poking someone in the eye.
Hastings: That's an eye poke. But this...
Donovan waves his hands in the air theatrically before pantomiming an eye poke.
Hastings: That is The Super Kick. See the difference?
Zane: It worries me that I do.
Hastings: So yeah, you can do a silly chin lock, or you can own that shit and make it THE JAWS OF DEATH. Can you handle that?
Zane: I can't believe I'm saying this, but yes .
Hastings: Good, because then, when our powers combine, we can perform THE KICK IN THE JAW.
Zane: I'm not getting the whole "kick" part when you're sticking a finger in somebody's eye.
Hastings: It's got quite a kick.
Zane thinks a moment and nods his head.
Zane: That makes sense to me, which I find disconcerting in itself.
Hastings: See? There's hope for you after all.
Zane: Can we do it to Larry now?
Hastings: I don't want to catch the plague.
