Post by Lord Hastings on Jul 25, 2009 22:33:02 GMT -5
Calypso enters the hotel room, wearing bandages to cover her cuts from Distant Whispers. She sees Donovan standing out on the balcony. Calypso steps out through the door and stands on the balcony next to him.
Calypso: Hey.
Hastings: Hey.
They stand in silence for a few moments.
Hastings: Peterson sucks.
Calpyso: You're not going to let it go, are you.
Hastings: I think the gauntlet has been thrown down, don't you? I was ready to move on. I was ready to leave it behind, I was. He couldn't do it. He couldn't help but rub his nose in my business once again.
Calypso: And what do you expect him to do when another referee is knocked out?
Hastings: There's only two referees in GIW? I don't think so. I gave him his chance to do the right thing, to stay away.
Calypso: Let it go, Donovan.
Hastings: Well, we'll see. I have another match this week. Another "Peterson Sucks" Match. We'll see if we can stick to the rules this time around. Blessed Immortality. A true team of legend in the making, that's what we are. In fact, I would say it's inevitable that we'll be the Tag Team Champions, and soon.
Calypso: You're not even in the tag tournament. It's not possible for you to win the titles.
Hastings: Yet.
Calypso: And you're teaming by a matter of circumstance. I doubt Roberts really cares about you.
Hastings: But we have a cool name!
Calypso: That you just made up.
Hastings: Listen.
He looks at her for the first time, pausing when he sees the bandages.
Hastings: What happened to you?
Calypso: Um, I was in a First Blood Match? For the Women's Championship?
He continues to stare at her.
Calypso: At Distant Whispers?
He continues to stare at her. She sighes.
Calypso: It was a Peterson Sucks Match.
Hastings: Ahh, of course. Where's the title?
Calypso: What?
Hastings: Where is it? Did you leave it in your bag? We should sleep with it.
She stares at him.
Calypso: I'm going to bed.
She goes inside, and he stares out into the night sky.
Hastings: Blessed Immortality...Tag Team Champions...of the Universe!
Calypso: Hey.
Hastings: Hey.
They stand in silence for a few moments.
Hastings: Peterson sucks.
Calpyso: You're not going to let it go, are you.
Hastings: I think the gauntlet has been thrown down, don't you? I was ready to move on. I was ready to leave it behind, I was. He couldn't do it. He couldn't help but rub his nose in my business once again.
Calypso: And what do you expect him to do when another referee is knocked out?
Hastings: There's only two referees in GIW? I don't think so. I gave him his chance to do the right thing, to stay away.
Calypso: Let it go, Donovan.
Hastings: Well, we'll see. I have another match this week. Another "Peterson Sucks" Match. We'll see if we can stick to the rules this time around. Blessed Immortality. A true team of legend in the making, that's what we are. In fact, I would say it's inevitable that we'll be the Tag Team Champions, and soon.
Calypso: You're not even in the tag tournament. It's not possible for you to win the titles.
Hastings: Yet.
Calypso: And you're teaming by a matter of circumstance. I doubt Roberts really cares about you.
Hastings: But we have a cool name!
Calypso: That you just made up.
Hastings: Listen.
He looks at her for the first time, pausing when he sees the bandages.
Hastings: What happened to you?
Calypso: Um, I was in a First Blood Match? For the Women's Championship?
He continues to stare at her.
Calypso: At Distant Whispers?
He continues to stare at her. She sighes.
Calypso: It was a Peterson Sucks Match.
Hastings: Ahh, of course. Where's the title?
Calypso: What?
Hastings: Where is it? Did you leave it in your bag? We should sleep with it.
She stares at him.
Calypso: I'm going to bed.
She goes inside, and he stares out into the night sky.
Hastings: Blessed Immortality...Tag Team Champions...of the Universe!
