Post by Lord Hastings on Jul 25, 2009 22:45:07 GMT -5
Donovan and Calypso are in their hotel room. Donovan leans back on the chair at the desk, staring at the computer screen. Calypso paces back and forth.
Calypso: This is an outrage!
Hastings: Hrm.
Calypso: And what the hell good is that bitch Chassie Fear, anyway? She can't even save her own damn partner.
Hastings: Hrm.
She turns and stares at him, her hands on her hips.
Calypso: Would it kill you to show a little emotion here?
Hastings: THIS IS ENTIRELY UNACCEPTABLE!
Calypso: I didn't say to patronize me.
He swivels the chair and looks at her.
Hastings: Don't they know it's against the rules?
Calypso has a puzzled look for a moment.
Calypso: Oh no...
Hastings: I'll get to the bottom of this...
Donovan gets up and walks towards the closet.
Calypso: Okay...what are YOU talking about?
Donovan stops in front of the closet and turns back to her.
Hastings: Did you see who is listed as the referee for Horizons?
He points at the computer. Calypso walks over and looks at it.
Calypso: Nicolas Cage?
Hastings: That's NONSENSE.
Calypso: Which makes it completely appropriate for you, I should think.
Hastings: This is a blatant violation of the rules of a Peterson REALLY Sucks Match.
Calypso: It has rules?
Hastings: Cal, let's not be rediculous. Of course.
Donovan rips open the closet door.
Hastings: FIX IT!
Donvoan slams the door shut.
Hastings: Hmph.
Donovan pauses, and then reopens the closet. He pushes some shirts out of the way, exposing the bare back wall.
Hastings: Where's Prescott?
Calypso: The Significant Cardboard?
Hastings: What did you do with it?
Calypso: What were you just saying about not being rediculous?
Hastings: LAME.
Donovan walks to the bed and lays down, staring at the ceiling.
Calypso: Okay, I know I'm going to really regret this, but why can't Cage be the referee?
Hastings: Because the rules of a Peterson REALLY Sucks match clearly state so.
Calypso: They say that Nicolas Cage can't be the referee?
Hastings: Rule #2 of the pRs rules clearly state the referee for the match is at the sole discretion of the Lord Donovan Hastings, because Peterson REALLY sucks.
Calypso: Naturally. And that would be who, exactly?
Hastings: Isn't it obvious?
Calypso: Why start now.
Hastings: And I'm sorry that it disappointed you, but I can't be angry about what happened last week. I do have a reputation to uphold in Peterson Sucks matches.
Calypso: You've got a rep, alright. Just make sure she suffers this week.
Hastings: I'll just let her be in the ring against Aragato.
Calypso: Hmm...the man is hardcore, after all.
Hastings: Yes, plus he smells.
Calypso: Excuse me?
Hastings: He's constantly walking around in a semi-crouch, appearing to be stalking and sizing up the opponent, but really? Poor guy is constipated. And he lets off some wicked gas, let me tell you. I was in the men's room dropping a deuce the other day, and-
Calypso: Just make sure she suffers, okay?
He chuckles.
Hastings: It's inevitable.
Fade out...
Calypso: This is an outrage!
Hastings: Hrm.
Calypso: And what the hell good is that bitch Chassie Fear, anyway? She can't even save her own damn partner.
Hastings: Hrm.
She turns and stares at him, her hands on her hips.
Calypso: Would it kill you to show a little emotion here?
Hastings: THIS IS ENTIRELY UNACCEPTABLE!
Calypso: I didn't say to patronize me.
He swivels the chair and looks at her.
Hastings: Don't they know it's against the rules?
Calypso has a puzzled look for a moment.
Calypso: Oh no...
Hastings: I'll get to the bottom of this...
Donovan gets up and walks towards the closet.
Calypso: Okay...what are YOU talking about?
Donovan stops in front of the closet and turns back to her.
Hastings: Did you see who is listed as the referee for Horizons?
He points at the computer. Calypso walks over and looks at it.
Calypso: Nicolas Cage?
Hastings: That's NONSENSE.
Calypso: Which makes it completely appropriate for you, I should think.
Hastings: This is a blatant violation of the rules of a Peterson REALLY Sucks Match.
Calypso: It has rules?
Hastings: Cal, let's not be rediculous. Of course.
Donovan rips open the closet door.
Hastings: FIX IT!
Donvoan slams the door shut.
Hastings: Hmph.
Donovan pauses, and then reopens the closet. He pushes some shirts out of the way, exposing the bare back wall.
Hastings: Where's Prescott?
Calypso: The Significant Cardboard?
Hastings: What did you do with it?
Calypso: What were you just saying about not being rediculous?
Hastings: LAME.
Donovan walks to the bed and lays down, staring at the ceiling.
Calypso: Okay, I know I'm going to really regret this, but why can't Cage be the referee?
Hastings: Because the rules of a Peterson REALLY Sucks match clearly state so.
Calypso: They say that Nicolas Cage can't be the referee?
Hastings: Rule #2 of the pRs rules clearly state the referee for the match is at the sole discretion of the Lord Donovan Hastings, because Peterson REALLY sucks.
Calypso: Naturally. And that would be who, exactly?
Hastings: Isn't it obvious?
Calypso: Why start now.
Hastings: And I'm sorry that it disappointed you, but I can't be angry about what happened last week. I do have a reputation to uphold in Peterson Sucks matches.
Calypso: You've got a rep, alright. Just make sure she suffers this week.
Hastings: I'll just let her be in the ring against Aragato.
Calypso: Hmm...the man is hardcore, after all.
Hastings: Yes, plus he smells.
Calypso: Excuse me?
Hastings: He's constantly walking around in a semi-crouch, appearing to be stalking and sizing up the opponent, but really? Poor guy is constipated. And he lets off some wicked gas, let me tell you. I was in the men's room dropping a deuce the other day, and-
Calypso: Just make sure she suffers, okay?
He chuckles.
Hastings: It's inevitable.
Fade out...
