Post by Lord Hastings on Jul 25, 2009 22:50:09 GMT -5
All is quiet in the apartment, until the door opens and Donovan walks in. He has his bag over his shoulder and is carrying the mail.
Hastings: Honey, I’m home!
There is no response. Donovan flips through the mail in his hand, pulling out a couple envelopes. He places them on top of a large pile of unopened mail.
Hastings: More fan letters for you. You really should get to this at some point, I think. It would be nice to have the kitchen table back.
Donovan takes off his coat and puts it over a chair. He walks to the kitchen and gets himself a soda from the fridge. Donovan pops the top and takes a sip.
Hastings: GIW opens back up this week. It will be nice to get back into the swing of things, especially with all that Peterson business behind us. I’ve got a match this week with Big B Brown. I'm not too worried about it. I mean, the guy is practically named Triple B. Big Bodacious Bonzo.
Donovan appears lost in thought for a moment.
Hastings: Come to think of it, all joking aside, does anybody know what that B stands for? For all I know, it might really be Bodacious. Or Bozo, for that matter. Big Bozo Brown. It's got a certain knack to it, to be certain.
Donovan smiles.
Hastings: You’ve got a tag team match, too. You're teaming with Gabrielle. I know you're not her biggest fan, but she and I did pretty well together in those last few Peterson Sucks Matches that we had. You might want to give it a chance. After all, you can win back that title from her whenever you want, right?
Donovan gazes out the window for a few moments.
Hastings: This is our time, Cal . I can feel it. Our moment of victory is coming, even sooner than we thought. We’re going right to the top of GIW. You’ll be the Women’s Champion. I’ll be the Undisputed Global Heavyweight Champion. There will be no one to stop us this time. I’ve worked out all the details. You and me, we’ll be together forever, united in victory and glory. We will answer destiny's call, together. Our legend will be secure, and for the rest of time people will speak proudly of when they watched and knew of the Lord of Pain, Donovan Hastings, and the Mistress of Pain, Calypso Desmona. We will be immortalized, just like we always talked about. It is inevitable.
A blinking light on the answering machine catches Donovan’s eye. He walks over and presses the play button. It is his own voice that is heard playing from the machine.
Hastings: (on the machine) Hey Cal , it’s me. I’ve got a couple things to do, can you pick up something for dinner? If not, I can go back out after I get home. Let me know. Thanks.
Donovan frowns, and he deletes the message. He walks to the refrigerator and opens it, staring inside for several seconds. He closes it and opens the freezer. He closes the freezer and reopens the fridge, and after a moment opens both.
Hastings: Dang.
Donovan closes the refrigerator and freezer and pulls a post-it note from a pad on the door. He takes a pen out of a drawer and writes “Gone to get dinner. Back soon.” on the note. Donovan walks to the table with the mail, and there appears to be a pile of post-it notes, one stuck on top of another, a whole stack. He puts this latest note on top of the stack, and then picks up and puts on his coat. Donovan walks to the door and pauses, staring at the pile of unopened fan mail. He shakes his head, and leaves the apartment.
Hastings: Honey, I’m home!
There is no response. Donovan flips through the mail in his hand, pulling out a couple envelopes. He places them on top of a large pile of unopened mail.
Hastings: More fan letters for you. You really should get to this at some point, I think. It would be nice to have the kitchen table back.
Donovan takes off his coat and puts it over a chair. He walks to the kitchen and gets himself a soda from the fridge. Donovan pops the top and takes a sip.
Hastings: GIW opens back up this week. It will be nice to get back into the swing of things, especially with all that Peterson business behind us. I’ve got a match this week with Big B Brown. I'm not too worried about it. I mean, the guy is practically named Triple B. Big Bodacious Bonzo.
Donovan appears lost in thought for a moment.
Hastings: Come to think of it, all joking aside, does anybody know what that B stands for? For all I know, it might really be Bodacious. Or Bozo, for that matter. Big Bozo Brown. It's got a certain knack to it, to be certain.
Donovan smiles.
Hastings: You’ve got a tag team match, too. You're teaming with Gabrielle. I know you're not her biggest fan, but she and I did pretty well together in those last few Peterson Sucks Matches that we had. You might want to give it a chance. After all, you can win back that title from her whenever you want, right?
Donovan gazes out the window for a few moments.
Hastings: This is our time, Cal . I can feel it. Our moment of victory is coming, even sooner than we thought. We’re going right to the top of GIW. You’ll be the Women’s Champion. I’ll be the Undisputed Global Heavyweight Champion. There will be no one to stop us this time. I’ve worked out all the details. You and me, we’ll be together forever, united in victory and glory. We will answer destiny's call, together. Our legend will be secure, and for the rest of time people will speak proudly of when they watched and knew of the Lord of Pain, Donovan Hastings, and the Mistress of Pain, Calypso Desmona. We will be immortalized, just like we always talked about. It is inevitable.
A blinking light on the answering machine catches Donovan’s eye. He walks over and presses the play button. It is his own voice that is heard playing from the machine.
Hastings: (on the machine) Hey Cal , it’s me. I’ve got a couple things to do, can you pick up something for dinner? If not, I can go back out after I get home. Let me know. Thanks.
Donovan frowns, and he deletes the message. He walks to the refrigerator and opens it, staring inside for several seconds. He closes it and opens the freezer. He closes the freezer and reopens the fridge, and after a moment opens both.
Hastings: Dang.
Donovan closes the refrigerator and freezer and pulls a post-it note from a pad on the door. He takes a pen out of a drawer and writes “Gone to get dinner. Back soon.” on the note. Donovan walks to the table with the mail, and there appears to be a pile of post-it notes, one stuck on top of another, a whole stack. He puts this latest note on top of the stack, and then picks up and puts on his coat. Donovan walks to the door and pauses, staring at the pile of unopened fan mail. He shakes his head, and leaves the apartment.
