Post by Lord Hastings on Jul 27, 2009 14:56:53 GMT -5
The camera shows the NiggaThrone, with Donovan and Owen Peterson standing off to the side.
Hastings: I have to be honest, I was expecting a full on press conference.
Peterson: I think you're better suited to tape-delay, Lord-Chief.
Hastings: But how can I speak to the NiggaPeeps?
Peterson: Look, Jason and I were talking, and we think it's generally better that you don't talk to people.
Hastings: You're lucky you're my favorite niglet. Let's get this over with, my mind is made up.
Donovan takes a seat on the throne. He adjusts himself, and takes a hard look at the camera.
And stares.
And stares.
And stares.
Peterson: Um, you can go ahead whenever, it's taping already.
Hastings: Dammit, Owen! Your Lord-Chief must be introduced!
Peterson: Right. Sorry.
Peterson steps in front of Donovan and looks at the camera.
Peterson: Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you, the-
Hastings: DAMMIT, NIGLET, DO IT PROPER!!!!
Peterson rubs his face for a moment, and takes a deep breath.
Peterson: The Lord-Chief, he here ta jive ta ya all about dis here here match wiff da fake Niggarette at dis here Affirmative Action show. You all bomb git yo' listen on, cuz da Lord-Chief, he going ta tell ya how dis here sheeit iz going ta jet down. Gabrielle, she done lost already. w0rd!
Peterson shakes his head and walks off-camera.
Hastings: Destiny has unfolded just as I had anticipated. The false idol, the pretender to the throne, Gabrielle, will face her fate at Affirmative Action. The die is cast, the weakling Severino was defeated, and now it is at my whim at Gabrielle faces me on my terms, as though there was any doubt that this was what the fates intended.
Peterson: (whispers) Lord-Chief, you're rambling.
Hastings: Quiet you!
Donovan takes a deep breath.
Hastings: Now, I do not tread lightly when I consider this. After all, this is the woman about whom the BITCH-WHORE obsessed for months on end. At Affirmative Action, not only do I have the opportunity to right an injustice, and punish this wicked woman for her impersonation of a true Chief Nigga, but I can do what the VOODOO-BITCH never could, and that is to put Gabrielle Montgomery out of our collective miseries. Don't think for a moment that the irony of this isn't lost on me. There are many wrongs that can be righted now.
Donovan smiles and cracks his knuckles.
Hastings: But how, you ask? You're wondering what I'll do to her, what will be the form of her destruction. I'll get to that, but let's not forget what still must be done between now and then. The Crimson Ghost has shown himself to have an appetite for injustice. It was the Crimson Ghost that interfered in my quest to punish the corrupt official that was biased against me.
Peterson: I thought we were past that.
Hastings: How fitting it is that he stands in my way again. The Crimson Ghost wears a crimson mask, and he does so by choice. On Sentinel, that's a choice I'll take away from him. As for Gabrielle...
Donovan smiles.
Hastings: I'll be driving her through a table. But that won't end the match, no. It could end anywhere, just not with a three count. She won't be able to get up, but that won't be enough. She will suffer, and she will bleed, over, and over, and over...until finally, when she can take no more, she will whisper, with what little scraps she has left, two simple words...I...quit.
Peterson: You want her in an I Quit Match?
Donovan stares off camera.
Hastings: NIGLET. You are killing my drama.
Peterson: Sorry.
Hastings: What's that?
Peterson: Sorry, Lord-Chief.
Hastings: That's better.
Donovan looks back at the camera.
Hastings: There is only one way that this ends, and that is when Gabrielle Montgomery looks at me, with tears in her eyes and blood running down her face, and she says those two words. With those words, she casts aside her false claim to this position. With those words, she makes right all the wrong she has done to me, in both the past and the present.
Donovan leans forward and stares right at the camera.
Hastings: It is inevitable.
Donovan leans back and closes his eyes.
Hastings: I'm done, turn it off.
Peterson: Okay.
Donovan rubs his eyes for a few moments, as the camera nudges around a bit. Donovan looks back towards it.
Hastings: The light is still on.
Peterson: Sorry, I can't find the button.
Hastings: Oh, for the...you can edit this out, right?
Peterson: Do I look like Moss Edwards?
Hastings: Who?
Peterson: What do you...you faced him two weeks ago!
Hastings: Niglet, I let go of the past, we've talked about that.
Peterson: I...oh, whatever.
The image fades out.
Hastings: I have to be honest, I was expecting a full on press conference.
Peterson: I think you're better suited to tape-delay, Lord-Chief.
Hastings: But how can I speak to the NiggaPeeps?
Peterson: Look, Jason and I were talking, and we think it's generally better that you don't talk to people.
Hastings: You're lucky you're my favorite niglet. Let's get this over with, my mind is made up.
Donovan takes a seat on the throne. He adjusts himself, and takes a hard look at the camera.
And stares.
And stares.
And stares.
Peterson: Um, you can go ahead whenever, it's taping already.
Hastings: Dammit, Owen! Your Lord-Chief must be introduced!
Peterson: Right. Sorry.
Peterson steps in front of Donovan and looks at the camera.
Peterson: Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you, the-
Hastings: DAMMIT, NIGLET, DO IT PROPER!!!!
Peterson rubs his face for a moment, and takes a deep breath.
Peterson: The Lord-Chief, he here ta jive ta ya all about dis here here match wiff da fake Niggarette at dis here Affirmative Action show. You all bomb git yo' listen on, cuz da Lord-Chief, he going ta tell ya how dis here sheeit iz going ta jet down. Gabrielle, she done lost already. w0rd!
Peterson shakes his head and walks off-camera.
Hastings: Destiny has unfolded just as I had anticipated. The false idol, the pretender to the throne, Gabrielle, will face her fate at Affirmative Action. The die is cast, the weakling Severino was defeated, and now it is at my whim at Gabrielle faces me on my terms, as though there was any doubt that this was what the fates intended.
Peterson: (whispers) Lord-Chief, you're rambling.
Hastings: Quiet you!
Donovan takes a deep breath.
Hastings: Now, I do not tread lightly when I consider this. After all, this is the woman about whom the BITCH-WHORE obsessed for months on end. At Affirmative Action, not only do I have the opportunity to right an injustice, and punish this wicked woman for her impersonation of a true Chief Nigga, but I can do what the VOODOO-BITCH never could, and that is to put Gabrielle Montgomery out of our collective miseries. Don't think for a moment that the irony of this isn't lost on me. There are many wrongs that can be righted now.
Donovan smiles and cracks his knuckles.
Hastings: But how, you ask? You're wondering what I'll do to her, what will be the form of her destruction. I'll get to that, but let's not forget what still must be done between now and then. The Crimson Ghost has shown himself to have an appetite for injustice. It was the Crimson Ghost that interfered in my quest to punish the corrupt official that was biased against me.
Peterson: I thought we were past that.
Hastings: How fitting it is that he stands in my way again. The Crimson Ghost wears a crimson mask, and he does so by choice. On Sentinel, that's a choice I'll take away from him. As for Gabrielle...
Donovan smiles.
Hastings: I'll be driving her through a table. But that won't end the match, no. It could end anywhere, just not with a three count. She won't be able to get up, but that won't be enough. She will suffer, and she will bleed, over, and over, and over...until finally, when she can take no more, she will whisper, with what little scraps she has left, two simple words...I...quit.
Peterson: You want her in an I Quit Match?
Donovan stares off camera.
Hastings: NIGLET. You are killing my drama.
Peterson: Sorry.
Hastings: What's that?
Peterson: Sorry, Lord-Chief.
Hastings: That's better.
Donovan looks back at the camera.
Hastings: There is only one way that this ends, and that is when Gabrielle Montgomery looks at me, with tears in her eyes and blood running down her face, and she says those two words. With those words, she casts aside her false claim to this position. With those words, she makes right all the wrong she has done to me, in both the past and the present.
Donovan leans forward and stares right at the camera.
Hastings: It is inevitable.
Donovan leans back and closes his eyes.
Hastings: I'm done, turn it off.
Peterson: Okay.
Donovan rubs his eyes for a few moments, as the camera nudges around a bit. Donovan looks back towards it.
Hastings: The light is still on.
Peterson: Sorry, I can't find the button.
Hastings: Oh, for the...you can edit this out, right?
Peterson: Do I look like Moss Edwards?
Hastings: Who?
Peterson: What do you...you faced him two weeks ago!
Hastings: Niglet, I let go of the past, we've talked about that.
Peterson: I...oh, whatever.
The image fades out.