Post by Lord Hastings on Jul 25, 2009 22:42:31 GMT -5
Donovan is in the hotel room, taping the picture of Declan's head back onto the cardboard cutout of Cara in a bikini. Calypso enters, pausing when she sees what he is doing.
Calypso: It's taken you a week to fix that?
Hastings: Well, it fell off again. Can't take the daily wear and tear, it seems.
Calypso: Daily wear and tear? What the hell are you doing to it?
Donovan glances up at her.
Hastings: Calypso, please. Not in front of the Significant Player.
Calypso: And a week later, this is still creepy.
Donovan finishes taping the picture on.
Calypso: Lovely job. Can you put it away?
Donovan looks at the picture.
Hastings: Time to go home, partner.
Donovan opens the closet and throws it in. It appears to get caught in the door and bent as he slams it shut. Calypso stares at it as Donovan walks to the desk.
Calypso: You babied that thing for a week, and then you slam it in the closet?
He glances back at her.
Hastings: Cal, it's a piece of cardboard. Let's be serious.
Donovan sits at the desk and starts typing at the computer as Calypso appears stunned.
Calypso: Am I on drugs that I don't know about?
Hastings: If you are, I want some. You envision some whacked out shit.
Donovan leans back on the chair, staring at the screen.
Hastings: Vindicated at last.
Calypso: By what?
Hastings: GIW.com is what. My match has finally been acknowledged for what it is.
Calypso: Peterson Sucks?
Hastings: I completely agree! But I'm talking about my match for this week. It's a mixed tag team match, fought under Peterson Sucks Rules. All of my suffering, everything I've been through, it's all been validated.
Calypso: Scary. Who are we up against?
Hastings: Cassie Fear and Mickey Dragon. You're not my partner though.
Calypso: I'm not? Who is?
Calypso leans to see the screen.
Calypso: YOU'RE TEAMING WITH GABRIELLE?!?!?
Hastings: What is your beef with this broad?
Calypso: Are you serious? She's the Women's Champion.
Donovan appears confused.
Hastings: She won the title back from you?
Calypso: Won it back? I NEVER HAD IT.
Donovan squints as he stares at her.
Hastings: Are you sure?
She takes a deep breath.
Calypso: Throw the match.
Hastings: What?
Calypso: You heard me. Throw the match. Lose on purpose. Let that bitch get what she deserves.
Hastings: Are you crazy? This is my signature match.
Calypso: And you're asking me if I'm crazy.
Hastings: I'm not throwing a match because you're having a catfight.
Calypso: I want Gabrielle to suffer.
Hastings: Hey. I'm the Lord of Pain. Trust me, it's inevitable.
Fade out...
Calypso: It's taken you a week to fix that?
Hastings: Well, it fell off again. Can't take the daily wear and tear, it seems.
Calypso: Daily wear and tear? What the hell are you doing to it?
Donovan glances up at her.
Hastings: Calypso, please. Not in front of the Significant Player.
Calypso: And a week later, this is still creepy.
Donovan finishes taping the picture on.
Calypso: Lovely job. Can you put it away?
Donovan looks at the picture.
Hastings: Time to go home, partner.
Donovan opens the closet and throws it in. It appears to get caught in the door and bent as he slams it shut. Calypso stares at it as Donovan walks to the desk.
Calypso: You babied that thing for a week, and then you slam it in the closet?
He glances back at her.
Hastings: Cal, it's a piece of cardboard. Let's be serious.
Donovan sits at the desk and starts typing at the computer as Calypso appears stunned.
Calypso: Am I on drugs that I don't know about?
Hastings: If you are, I want some. You envision some whacked out shit.
Donovan leans back on the chair, staring at the screen.
Hastings: Vindicated at last.
Calypso: By what?
Hastings: GIW.com is what. My match has finally been acknowledged for what it is.
Calypso: Peterson Sucks?
Hastings: I completely agree! But I'm talking about my match for this week. It's a mixed tag team match, fought under Peterson Sucks Rules. All of my suffering, everything I've been through, it's all been validated.
Calypso: Scary. Who are we up against?
Hastings: Cassie Fear and Mickey Dragon. You're not my partner though.
Calypso: I'm not? Who is?
Calypso leans to see the screen.
Calypso: YOU'RE TEAMING WITH GABRIELLE?!?!?
Hastings: What is your beef with this broad?
Calypso: Are you serious? She's the Women's Champion.
Donovan appears confused.
Hastings: She won the title back from you?
Calypso: Won it back? I NEVER HAD IT.
Donovan squints as he stares at her.
Hastings: Are you sure?
She takes a deep breath.
Calypso: Throw the match.
Hastings: What?
Calypso: You heard me. Throw the match. Lose on purpose. Let that bitch get what she deserves.
Hastings: Are you crazy? This is my signature match.
Calypso: And you're asking me if I'm crazy.
Hastings: I'm not throwing a match because you're having a catfight.
Calypso: I want Gabrielle to suffer.
Hastings: Hey. I'm the Lord of Pain. Trust me, it's inevitable.
Fade out...
