Post by Lord Hastings on Jul 3, 2010 11:59:13 GMT -5
Donovan sits at a desk in his locker room, staring intently at a laptop which is open in front of him. Calyspo lays on a couch, leafing through a travel magazine.
Calypso: Why don’t we go away for the Fourth?
Hastings: You’re kidding, right?
Calypso: Well, why not? You’re off on Monday anyway.
Hastings: For starters, I don’t “go away.” I’m eternal. That’s the mistake that all of these-
Calypso: You know what I meant.
Donovan grins for a moment.
Hastings: Nevertheless, I can’t afford to be away. The Consortium seems serious about threatening my status as the World Heavyweight Champion, with two new potential challengers being determined on Synergy. It’s a matter that demands my full attention.
Peterson walks into the locker room, stopping when he sees the desk.
Peterson: Where’d you get the furniture?
Hastings: Had the BurlyMen bring it in before.
Peterson: Right.
He looks over at Calypso, but she just shrugs her shoulders.
Peterson: You see that Declan’s back?
Hastings: Yes, back again. You’re telling your friend?
Peterson: Huh?
Hastings: I can’t help but wonder if Prescott even has a place here anymore. His spot as resident homeless bum has been taken. We already have the new and improved updated model in Tyvola. What do we need Prescott for?
Calypso: What about Travis?
Hastings: I’ve not spoken with him, but surely even he can see that he has traded up twice over, both in the friend department and the bearded degenerate department.
Calypso: You know this is going to mess him up.
Hastings: So I’ll grow a beard and park a van down by the river.
Donovan looks back at Calypso as Peterson approaches the desk where he sits.
Hastings: He’ll be fine. I’m sure he knows the “right way” to deal with this.
Peterson: What are you looking at there…Chaos Title Match? I wouldn’t think you’d care about that.
Donovan glances up at Peterson as he looks over the Lord’s shoulder.
Peterson: Wow, did they assign it to me already? They usually don’t tell us until the week before.
Hastings: This is the list of weapons that people can vote to be legal in the match at In Your Hands.
Peterson: Uh…but my name is in the list?
Hastings: Well, people can vote for you.
Peterson: Vote for me for what?
Hastings: You’re running a bit slow tonight, Niglet?
Peterson: Huh?
Hastings: You’re one of the weapons.
Peterson: WHAT?
Hastings: Yep.
Peterson: How does that even work?
Hastings: I’ve always said you make a good blunt instrument.
Peterson: How would I be used as a weapon?
Hastings: Personally, I’d just heave you like a spear.
Peterson: Heave me like a spear!?!?!
Hastings: Could always use that hard head of yours to bash somebody.
Donovan clicks with the mouse.
Peterson: Did you just vote for me!?!?!?!
Hastings: Why wouldn’t I? I support you in all your endevours, of course I’ll vote for you.
Peterson: I don’t want to be a weapon!
Hastings: Come now, you’ve been my secret weapon for well over a year now.
Peterson: I have?
Hastings: Yes, invaluable. Now, I am loathe to share my weapons, but I’m sure Jet and whomever will put you to good use.
Peterson: I have a wife and kids!
Donovan stares at Peterson.
Hastings: Really?
Calypso: You’re going to be fine, Owen.
Hastings: Now let’s focus on Synergy, we have work to do.
Peterson looks back at the screen, which now shows the image of Phrxius Deimos…
Calypso: Why don’t we go away for the Fourth?
Hastings: You’re kidding, right?
Calypso: Well, why not? You’re off on Monday anyway.
Hastings: For starters, I don’t “go away.” I’m eternal. That’s the mistake that all of these-
Calypso: You know what I meant.
Donovan grins for a moment.
Hastings: Nevertheless, I can’t afford to be away. The Consortium seems serious about threatening my status as the World Heavyweight Champion, with two new potential challengers being determined on Synergy. It’s a matter that demands my full attention.
Peterson walks into the locker room, stopping when he sees the desk.
Peterson: Where’d you get the furniture?
Hastings: Had the BurlyMen bring it in before.
Peterson: Right.
He looks over at Calypso, but she just shrugs her shoulders.
Peterson: You see that Declan’s back?
Hastings: Yes, back again. You’re telling your friend?
Peterson: Huh?
Hastings: I can’t help but wonder if Prescott even has a place here anymore. His spot as resident homeless bum has been taken. We already have the new and improved updated model in Tyvola. What do we need Prescott for?
Calypso: What about Travis?
Hastings: I’ve not spoken with him, but surely even he can see that he has traded up twice over, both in the friend department and the bearded degenerate department.
Calypso: You know this is going to mess him up.
Hastings: So I’ll grow a beard and park a van down by the river.
Donovan looks back at Calypso as Peterson approaches the desk where he sits.
Hastings: He’ll be fine. I’m sure he knows the “right way” to deal with this.
Peterson: What are you looking at there…Chaos Title Match? I wouldn’t think you’d care about that.
Donovan glances up at Peterson as he looks over the Lord’s shoulder.
Peterson: Wow, did they assign it to me already? They usually don’t tell us until the week before.
Hastings: This is the list of weapons that people can vote to be legal in the match at In Your Hands.
Peterson: Uh…but my name is in the list?
Hastings: Well, people can vote for you.
Peterson: Vote for me for what?
Hastings: You’re running a bit slow tonight, Niglet?
Peterson: Huh?
Hastings: You’re one of the weapons.
Peterson: WHAT?
Hastings: Yep.
Peterson: How does that even work?
Hastings: I’ve always said you make a good blunt instrument.
Peterson: How would I be used as a weapon?
Hastings: Personally, I’d just heave you like a spear.
Peterson: Heave me like a spear!?!?!
Hastings: Could always use that hard head of yours to bash somebody.
Donovan clicks with the mouse.
Peterson: Did you just vote for me!?!?!?!
Hastings: Why wouldn’t I? I support you in all your endevours, of course I’ll vote for you.
Peterson: I don’t want to be a weapon!
Hastings: Come now, you’ve been my secret weapon for well over a year now.
Peterson: I have?
Hastings: Yes, invaluable. Now, I am loathe to share my weapons, but I’m sure Jet and whomever will put you to good use.
Peterson: I have a wife and kids!
Donovan stares at Peterson.
Hastings: Really?
Calypso: You’re going to be fine, Owen.
Hastings: Now let’s focus on Synergy, we have work to do.
Peterson looks back at the screen, which now shows the image of Phrxius Deimos…