Post by Lord Hastings on Jul 25, 2009 22:47:20 GMT -5
WARNING!
The following promo contains references to really, nasty, gross, fucked up shit that totally should not happen to anybody, ever.
(Unless they want it to)
Reader's discretion is advised.
The following promo contains references to really, nasty, gross, fucked up shit that totally should not happen to anybody, ever.
(Unless they want it to)
Reader's discretion is advised.
Calypso walks into the hotel room. She glances around.
Calypso: Donovan?
He isn't there. The shower is running. Calypso opens the door.
Calypso: Donovan?
Hastings: NEVER. GOING. TO BE CLEAN.
Donovan is in the shower.
Calypso: It's not that bad.
His head pops out from behind the curtain.
Hastings: I got cum on my face. You tell me how it could be worse.
Calypso: Have you ever heard me complain about it?
Donovan stares at her.
Hastings: That is SO different and you know it.
His head disappears back behind the curtain.
Calypso: Let me guess, this is Peterson's fault?
Hastings: Uhh, yeah? Who else am I going to blame?
Calypso: Maybe the guy that couldn't control himself an jizzed on you?
Hastings: I'd just as soon never see him again. Ever. Or think about him. In fact, I forfeit all my matches against him for the rest of time.
Calypso: What are you going to do when you're the Global Champ and you have to defend against him?
His head pops out again, covered in soap.
Hastings: The fucker spunked ON MY FACE. No championship is worth that.
Calypso: So your legacy is going to be the guy who let semen come between him and true glory.
Hastings: Let semen come. You're funny.
He disappears again.
Hastings: All I know is Peterson sucks, and I got cum on me.
Calypso: Who's being funny now?
Hastings: I didn't mean it like that!
Calypso leans on the wall for a few moments.
Calypso: So what are the rules?
Hastings: Everyone knows the rules to a Peterson REALLY Sucks Match.
Calypso: Pretend I don't.
Hastings: Well, it can be complicated, but the bottom line is Peterson Sucks, and we accomodate for that as best we can. It's all about justice.
Calypso: It's about you getting revenge and blaming someone else for your own shortcomings.
Hastings: You say tomato.
Calypso tilts her head back and stares at the ceiling.
Calypso: Don't do this.
Hastings: Do what?
Calypso: This match with Peterson. Just let it go, let all of it go.
Beat of silence.
Hastings: I can't.
Beat of silence.
Calypso: I know.
Calypso walks out.
