Post by Lord Hastings on Jul 25, 2009 22:21:12 GMT -5
Donovan sits on the edge of the ring as the crew and custodial staff are dismantling the Battleground cell hours after the show. He has his head in his hands. A custodian pushes past with a broom, sweeping away some debris. A crewman walks up to Donovan.
Random Crewman: Hey buddy, we're going to need to get the rest of this cleaned up.
Donovan dismisses him with a wave of his hand. The crewman crosses his arms and taps his foot impatiently.
Random Crewman: While I'm young, if you would.
Donovan again dismisses him with a wave, his head still down.
Random Crewman: What, you've got a twitch? Twitch yourself out of the arena, man, we've got to get this stuff moved!
Donovan looks up at him.
Random Crewman: What, you don't speaka dee Engrish either? No wonder you-
Hastings: PISS OFF!
The two have a brief staredown.
Random Crewman: Look, we all want to go home. Grouse for a few more minutes and move on, okay?
The crewman walks off, and Donovan scowls at him. He puts his head back in his hands. Calypso walks down the ramp and leans next to him.
Calypso: Here you are.
Hastings: Here I am.
He looks up at her.
Hastings: This is going to hurt for awhile.
Calypso: Maybe you shouldn't sit on tacks.
He stares at her.
Calypso: I'm just sayin'.
Hastings: I'm not sitting on the fucking tacks.
Calypso: Well, they're all around-
Hastings: I cleared a space!
They are both silent for a moment.
Hastings: This is what I'm reduced to.
Calypso: What do you mean?
He looks up at her.
Hastings: I'm supposed to be the Lord of Pain. Some schleb just tried to chase me out of here. Do I even belong here anymore? I can't get taken seriously. You think I actually came out here and was so oblivious as to sit on tacks. Battleground was supposed to be my big moment. Instead, I was the first person eliminated. The first, Cal.
Calypso: Well, at least you don't have to blame Peterson this time.
Hastings: Of course I can! He counted me out. I was getting up! See, he knew I was getting back up, so he fast counted me.
Calypso: He didn't, actually.
Hastings: What?
Calypso: He didn't. Glenn Burke counted you out.
Donovan leaps to his feet.
Hastings: It's a conspiracy!
Calypso: Here we go.
Donovan begins pacing.
Hastings: Peterson must have put him up to it. They're all against me now. Well, that might be jumping to conclusions. Burke, Hazel...they seem alright. Peterson is a corrupting force, though. He's never going to let me catch a break. I can't stand for this anymore. I can't let this continue to happen.
Donovan sits back down.
Hastings: AAGH!
Donovan winces and stops moving. Calypso rolls her eyes.
Calypso: Oh, did you sit on a fucking tack?
Hastings: YES, I SAT ON THE FUCKING TACKS. GAH.
Calypso: Look, you've got to snap out of it. You've got a match with Captain Savior. I've got a chance to become the #1 contender to the Women's Title. We came here to win gold, Donovan. Not to have petty squabbles and obsessions. Pull it together.
She walks off, as Donovan gingerly starts pulling the tacks out.
Hastings: A match with Captain Idiot. Probably with Peterson standing ready to pull the rug out from under me again. I can't keep letting him do this. I can't.
Donovan gets out the final tack. He looks up, and sees the Random Crewman with his arms folded, tapping his foot.
Random Crewman: Ahem.
Fade out...
Random Crewman: Hey buddy, we're going to need to get the rest of this cleaned up.
Donovan dismisses him with a wave of his hand. The crewman crosses his arms and taps his foot impatiently.
Random Crewman: While I'm young, if you would.
Donovan again dismisses him with a wave, his head still down.
Random Crewman: What, you've got a twitch? Twitch yourself out of the arena, man, we've got to get this stuff moved!
Donovan looks up at him.
Random Crewman: What, you don't speaka dee Engrish either? No wonder you-
Hastings: PISS OFF!
The two have a brief staredown.
Random Crewman: Look, we all want to go home. Grouse for a few more minutes and move on, okay?
The crewman walks off, and Donovan scowls at him. He puts his head back in his hands. Calypso walks down the ramp and leans next to him.
Calypso: Here you are.
Hastings: Here I am.
He looks up at her.
Hastings: This is going to hurt for awhile.
Calypso: Maybe you shouldn't sit on tacks.
He stares at her.
Calypso: I'm just sayin'.
Hastings: I'm not sitting on the fucking tacks.
Calypso: Well, they're all around-
Hastings: I cleared a space!
They are both silent for a moment.
Hastings: This is what I'm reduced to.
Calypso: What do you mean?
He looks up at her.
Hastings: I'm supposed to be the Lord of Pain. Some schleb just tried to chase me out of here. Do I even belong here anymore? I can't get taken seriously. You think I actually came out here and was so oblivious as to sit on tacks. Battleground was supposed to be my big moment. Instead, I was the first person eliminated. The first, Cal.
Calypso: Well, at least you don't have to blame Peterson this time.
Hastings: Of course I can! He counted me out. I was getting up! See, he knew I was getting back up, so he fast counted me.
Calypso: He didn't, actually.
Hastings: What?
Calypso: He didn't. Glenn Burke counted you out.
Donovan leaps to his feet.
Hastings: It's a conspiracy!
Calypso: Here we go.
Donovan begins pacing.
Hastings: Peterson must have put him up to it. They're all against me now. Well, that might be jumping to conclusions. Burke, Hazel...they seem alright. Peterson is a corrupting force, though. He's never going to let me catch a break. I can't stand for this anymore. I can't let this continue to happen.
Donovan sits back down.
Hastings: AAGH!
Donovan winces and stops moving. Calypso rolls her eyes.
Calypso: Oh, did you sit on a fucking tack?
Hastings: YES, I SAT ON THE FUCKING TACKS. GAH.
Calypso: Look, you've got to snap out of it. You've got a match with Captain Savior. I've got a chance to become the #1 contender to the Women's Title. We came here to win gold, Donovan. Not to have petty squabbles and obsessions. Pull it together.
She walks off, as Donovan gingerly starts pulling the tacks out.
Hastings: A match with Captain Idiot. Probably with Peterson standing ready to pull the rug out from under me again. I can't keep letting him do this. I can't.
Donovan gets out the final tack. He looks up, and sees the Random Crewman with his arms folded, tapping his foot.
Random Crewman: Ahem.
Fade out...