Post by Lord Hastings on Jul 26, 2009 21:14:41 GMT -5
A figure is gathering its belongings in a locker room. It is GIW Referee Owen Peterson. He starts to turn around, but freezes and falls backwards, nearly walking into Donovan.
Peterson: My God!
Hastings: "Lord" will suffice.
Peterson: How did you get in here?
Hastings: Like most people, I used the door.
Peterson starts to get up, but Donovan approaches him, and Peterson slowly backs away.
Hastings: Calypso left me. You know that, don't you?
Peterson: Yes...
Hastings: And do you know why?
Peterson backs into the wall. He looks back at it, and stares at Donovan.
Peterson: Um...
Hastings: BECAUSE OF YOU!
Peterson cringes.
Hastings: She couldn't understand what went on between us. She couldn't understand why I needed to do what I did. She knew how important it was to me that I avenge the injustice I suffered, but she couldn't endure it. SHE LEFT. And why did she leave?
Peterson slides down to the ground still cringing. Donovan comes down on one knee, leaning right in this face.
Hastings: BECAUSE OWEN PETERSON FUCKING SUCKS.
Donovan swings with a right hand, and Peterson covers his head with his arms, but the fist slams into the wall next to Peterson's head. Donovan stands and turns away.
Hastings: It's not your fault.
Donovan looks back at Peterson, who is wimpering on the floor.
Hastings: Stand up.
Peterson covers his head, still wimpering.
Peterson: Haven't you done enough?
Donovan sighs.
Hastings: Owen, stand up. I'm not going to hurt you.
Peterson looks up at him.
Hastings: You didn't make her leave. Believe me when I say I wish you had, because what you felt in the past would be nothing compared to the suffering your future would hold. But you didn't. You have nothing to fear from me.
Peterson carefully gets to his feet.
Hastings: Not anymore. Now get out of here.
Peterson hesistates.
Hastings: What?
Peterson: But this is my locker room.
Donovan stares at him.
Hastings: Do you know who I am?
Peterson looks at the floor.
Peterson: You're the Immortal Lord Donovan Hastings, the Lord of Pain.
Hastings: I'm a lot more than that. As of next weekend and Infinity, I'll be formally declared the Chief Nigga of GIW. I will be the Chief Nigga, and that's something you should respect.
Peterson: Actually, I think I'm sort of offended.
Hastings: Nevermind that. My status as the Chief Nigga is inevitable. It's my destiny. And now that Prescott's name is out of the hat, there is nobody left that can stop me.
Peterson: This conversation is making me kind of uncomfortable.
Hastings: Who among these fools would be a better Chief Nigga than I? The Bodacious Bimbo? He thinks because his name is brown that he makes a good Nigga? The Crimson Ghost? He only beat me at Distant Whispers because of you, and that's in the past and we're moving forward now. Savana and Edwards wasted time signing autographs. Autographs. I signed my paycheck the other day, I could play my Wii that night. These guys won't be able to carry each other's jocks, much less wrestle a match. Who else is in this?
Peterson: Gabrielle.
Hastings: See, and that will be a fun one. Bitch-Whore got all pissy at me for pursuing you, but how long did she come up short against Gabrielle? How many times did she fail to come home with the Women's Championship? This tournament is a chance for me to do what Voodoo-Bitch never could: beat Gabrielle Montgomery within an inch of her life. Trust me when I say I will enjoy that, every last moment of that.
Peterson: There's also Alex Kiseragi.
Hastings: Yeah, and didn't I hit him with a lead pipe the other night? Trust me, I can and will do a lot worse. The bottom line is that it is destiny's call for me to become the Chief Nigga at Horizons. It is inevitable.
Peterson: You didn't mention Chassie Fear.
Hastings: Silence, Niglet! Your Chief has already started using his catchphrases, that means I'm done with my speeches. She missed her chance to be put down when she didn't get mentioned earlier.
Peterson: But that's your fault.
Hastings: I don't think you and I need to be having discussions of fault. I've let the past go, Peterson, and that's due to the burden of responsiblity I feel as your Chief Nigga. But that means you have got to let things go too. Now, your Lord is tired. I will continue to preside over you at a later time.
Donovan lays down on a couch.
Peterson: But...but...that's my couch. They gave me all this stuff after everything you put me through.
Hastings: Your Lord told you to let that go. I tire.
Donovan dismisses him with a wave. Peterson hangs his head and walks out of the locker room, as Donovan appears to be getting comfortable.
Hastings: This won't be easy, being the Chief...
Peterson: My God!
Hastings: "Lord" will suffice.
Peterson: How did you get in here?
Hastings: Like most people, I used the door.
Peterson starts to get up, but Donovan approaches him, and Peterson slowly backs away.
Hastings: Calypso left me. You know that, don't you?
Peterson: Yes...
Hastings: And do you know why?
Peterson backs into the wall. He looks back at it, and stares at Donovan.
Peterson: Um...
Hastings: BECAUSE OF YOU!
Peterson cringes.
Hastings: She couldn't understand what went on between us. She couldn't understand why I needed to do what I did. She knew how important it was to me that I avenge the injustice I suffered, but she couldn't endure it. SHE LEFT. And why did she leave?
Peterson slides down to the ground still cringing. Donovan comes down on one knee, leaning right in this face.
Hastings: BECAUSE OWEN PETERSON FUCKING SUCKS.
Donovan swings with a right hand, and Peterson covers his head with his arms, but the fist slams into the wall next to Peterson's head. Donovan stands and turns away.
Hastings: It's not your fault.
Donovan looks back at Peterson, who is wimpering on the floor.
Hastings: Stand up.
Peterson covers his head, still wimpering.
Peterson: Haven't you done enough?
Donovan sighs.
Hastings: Owen, stand up. I'm not going to hurt you.
Peterson looks up at him.
Hastings: You didn't make her leave. Believe me when I say I wish you had, because what you felt in the past would be nothing compared to the suffering your future would hold. But you didn't. You have nothing to fear from me.
Peterson carefully gets to his feet.
Hastings: Not anymore. Now get out of here.
Peterson hesistates.
Hastings: What?
Peterson: But this is my locker room.
Donovan stares at him.
Hastings: Do you know who I am?
Peterson looks at the floor.
Peterson: You're the Immortal Lord Donovan Hastings, the Lord of Pain.
Hastings: I'm a lot more than that. As of next weekend and Infinity, I'll be formally declared the Chief Nigga of GIW. I will be the Chief Nigga, and that's something you should respect.
Peterson: Actually, I think I'm sort of offended.
Hastings: Nevermind that. My status as the Chief Nigga is inevitable. It's my destiny. And now that Prescott's name is out of the hat, there is nobody left that can stop me.
Peterson: This conversation is making me kind of uncomfortable.
Hastings: Who among these fools would be a better Chief Nigga than I? The Bodacious Bimbo? He thinks because his name is brown that he makes a good Nigga? The Crimson Ghost? He only beat me at Distant Whispers because of you, and that's in the past and we're moving forward now. Savana and Edwards wasted time signing autographs. Autographs. I signed my paycheck the other day, I could play my Wii that night. These guys won't be able to carry each other's jocks, much less wrestle a match. Who else is in this?
Peterson: Gabrielle.
Hastings: See, and that will be a fun one. Bitch-Whore got all pissy at me for pursuing you, but how long did she come up short against Gabrielle? How many times did she fail to come home with the Women's Championship? This tournament is a chance for me to do what Voodoo-Bitch never could: beat Gabrielle Montgomery within an inch of her life. Trust me when I say I will enjoy that, every last moment of that.
Peterson: There's also Alex Kiseragi.
Hastings: Yeah, and didn't I hit him with a lead pipe the other night? Trust me, I can and will do a lot worse. The bottom line is that it is destiny's call for me to become the Chief Nigga at Horizons. It is inevitable.
Peterson: You didn't mention Chassie Fear.
Hastings: Silence, Niglet! Your Chief has already started using his catchphrases, that means I'm done with my speeches. She missed her chance to be put down when she didn't get mentioned earlier.
Peterson: But that's your fault.
Hastings: I don't think you and I need to be having discussions of fault. I've let the past go, Peterson, and that's due to the burden of responsiblity I feel as your Chief Nigga. But that means you have got to let things go too. Now, your Lord is tired. I will continue to preside over you at a later time.
Donovan lays down on a couch.
Peterson: But...but...that's my couch. They gave me all this stuff after everything you put me through.
Hastings: Your Lord told you to let that go. I tire.
Donovan dismisses him with a wave. Peterson hangs his head and walks out of the locker room, as Donovan appears to be getting comfortable.
Hastings: This won't be easy, being the Chief...
