Post by Lord Hastings on Jul 26, 2009 20:58:26 GMT -5
Donovan walks into the locker room after Sentinel.
Hastings: What a night.
He sits down on a bench and leans against a locker.
Hastings: That fool Raenius interfering in your match, that's a problem. The man clearly has no respect for the sanctity of fair competition. And then there was my match, with that fat fuck.
Donovan tilts his head back and raps his knuckle against the locker.
Hastings: This isn't how it was supposed to happen. I'd have crushed Brown if it wasn't for what happend in your match. And, of course, you know whose fault that was.
Donovan leans forward, his elbows on his knees and his chin resting on his hand.
Hastings: Not Peterson. That ship is sailed. He had no choice but to throw that match out after what happened, I understand that. Raenius. He put a stop to what would have been a victory for you. He taxed me to a point that I wasn't fresh for the Big Bodacious Bimbo. This can be made right though.
Donovan stands up and begins pacing.
Hastings: I listened to Boss P. At Infinity, I can win the Global Challenge and become the Chief Nigga. Which would be nice and all, but the best part is what I get to do along the way. Raenius. I can eliminate him next week. Or maybe I can save that for Infinity, and cherish the moment right. Either way, he's what is standing in my way. Of course, there is the usual suspects. Fools like Cyanide and Savana. Chassie Fear is a little scary. Rookies like that Auteur guy. But they don't matter. Raenius will be made to suffer. It is inevitable.
Donovan glances around.
Hastings: Cal?
He walks to the back of the locker room and steps into the bathroom, staring at the empty shower.
Hastings: Where are you?
Donovan frowns. After a moment, he takes out his cell phone and dials, and then holds it up to his ear.
Hastings: Hey...it's me. Didn't see you before you left the arena. Guess you're not home yet. I'll...uh...I'll pick something up on the way home.
Donovan walks back out to the main portion of the locker room. He takes a Shop Rite circular out of his bag and flips through it. That Interview Guy that interviewed Big B Brown walks in.
Guy: Mr. Hastings?
Donovan doesn't look up.
Hastings: Lord.
Guy: Can I get a word?
Donovan puts up a finger and continues to read.
Hastings: Twelve pack of soda, 5 for $11, limit 1? What does that even mean?
He throws aside the circular, and looks up at That Interview Guy for the first time.
Hastings: What do you want?
Guy: I'm here for an interview.
Donovan stares at him for a moment. He looks directly at the camera, and then back at That Interview Guy.
Hastings: Well, that guy over there is the camera man, so I'm not quite sure what you're doing here. Do Reeves and Malone have a lackey do a pre-interview now? My stuff is gold, it doesn't need to be screened. Just send them in.
Guy: No, I'm doing the interview.
Hastings: Stop it.
Guy: Really. I interviewed Big B Brown last week.
Hastings: And that makes you good enough to interview me...how?
Guy: Well, he did beat you.
Donovan stares at him for several seconds.
Hastings: Out. Now.
Donovan points at the door, and That Interview Guy reluctantly leaves. Donovan stares after him, and then picks up the circular and sits back down, leafing through it as the scene fades out.
Hastings: What a night.
He sits down on a bench and leans against a locker.
Hastings: That fool Raenius interfering in your match, that's a problem. The man clearly has no respect for the sanctity of fair competition. And then there was my match, with that fat fuck.
Donovan tilts his head back and raps his knuckle against the locker.
Hastings: This isn't how it was supposed to happen. I'd have crushed Brown if it wasn't for what happend in your match. And, of course, you know whose fault that was.
Donovan leans forward, his elbows on his knees and his chin resting on his hand.
Hastings: Not Peterson. That ship is sailed. He had no choice but to throw that match out after what happened, I understand that. Raenius. He put a stop to what would have been a victory for you. He taxed me to a point that I wasn't fresh for the Big Bodacious Bimbo. This can be made right though.
Donovan stands up and begins pacing.
Hastings: I listened to Boss P. At Infinity, I can win the Global Challenge and become the Chief Nigga. Which would be nice and all, but the best part is what I get to do along the way. Raenius. I can eliminate him next week. Or maybe I can save that for Infinity, and cherish the moment right. Either way, he's what is standing in my way. Of course, there is the usual suspects. Fools like Cyanide and Savana. Chassie Fear is a little scary. Rookies like that Auteur guy. But they don't matter. Raenius will be made to suffer. It is inevitable.
Donovan glances around.
Hastings: Cal?
He walks to the back of the locker room and steps into the bathroom, staring at the empty shower.
Hastings: Where are you?
Donovan frowns. After a moment, he takes out his cell phone and dials, and then holds it up to his ear.
Hastings: Hey...it's me. Didn't see you before you left the arena. Guess you're not home yet. I'll...uh...I'll pick something up on the way home.
Donovan walks back out to the main portion of the locker room. He takes a Shop Rite circular out of his bag and flips through it. That Interview Guy that interviewed Big B Brown walks in.
Guy: Mr. Hastings?
Donovan doesn't look up.
Hastings: Lord.
Guy: Can I get a word?
Donovan puts up a finger and continues to read.
Hastings: Twelve pack of soda, 5 for $11, limit 1? What does that even mean?
He throws aside the circular, and looks up at That Interview Guy for the first time.
Hastings: What do you want?
Guy: I'm here for an interview.
Donovan stares at him for a moment. He looks directly at the camera, and then back at That Interview Guy.
Hastings: Well, that guy over there is the camera man, so I'm not quite sure what you're doing here. Do Reeves and Malone have a lackey do a pre-interview now? My stuff is gold, it doesn't need to be screened. Just send them in.
Guy: No, I'm doing the interview.
Hastings: Stop it.
Guy: Really. I interviewed Big B Brown last week.
Hastings: And that makes you good enough to interview me...how?
Guy: Well, he did beat you.
Donovan stares at him for several seconds.
Hastings: Out. Now.
Donovan points at the door, and That Interview Guy reluctantly leaves. Donovan stares after him, and then picks up the circular and sits back down, leafing through it as the scene fades out.
