Post by Lord Hastings on Jul 29, 2009 20:28:51 GMT -5
Donovan sits in the NiggaCave, holding a picture of Calypso in his hand, staring at it. Owen Peterson walks into the room, and Donovan quickly tucks the picture into his pocket.
Hastings: What shall it be this week, Niglet?
Peterson: Pardon?
Hastings: Yes, your Lord-Chief does indeed grant pardons, but he is unaware of anybody needing one this week.
Peterson: What are you talking about?
Hastings: My match! What did you think?
Peterson: You...you actually want to talk about your upcoming match?
Hastings: There's not much else to talk about, is there?
Peterson: Um, okay.
Hastings: So who've I got?
Peterson: Tobias Erndhart.
Hastings: Ah, right. And who's that?
Peterson: He's...okay, seriously, should I even bother?
Hastings: YOU WILL ANSWER YOUR LORD-CHIEF WHEN HE SPEAKS.
Peterson: ...okay. Well, he's going to be accompanied by Boolzian.
Hastings: BOOLZIAN.........not ringing a bell.
Peterson: What? He's-
Hastings: I know who Randy fucking Boolzian is. It was a joke. Who do you take me for? Anyway, we'll bring a can of Red Bull to ringside. That'll take care of him.
Peterson: How will that take care of him?
Hastings: It will distract and confuse him.
Peterson: Okay, I'll give you the confusing part.
Hastings: And if all else fails, you can shake it up and spray it in his face.
Peterson: Me?
Hastings: Sure, why not.
Peterson: Is it even carbonated?
Hastings: If it isn't, I'm sure you'll think of something. In any case, when we're done with Boolz and his proxy, then we can focus on the real goal....Travis Roberts and the Global Heavyweight Championship!
Peterson: Actually, you probably need to deal with Dredd first.
Hastings: Who? The puppet of the midget in the penguin suit?
Peterson: I really don't think you should talk about Boss P that way...
Hastings: I have nothing to fear from a guy that doesn't even know how to spell his own name. Besides, he can't even do a super kick! Can you believe that?
Peterson: Well, it's understandable, he's not really the type to do that.
Hastings: Listen, Niglet, I could thumb a guy in the eye and call it "The Super Kick" if I wanted to. So anybody could do one, let's get that straight right now.
Peterson: ...is there something you want to talk about?
Hastings: Isn't that what we're doing now?
Peterson: No, it's just...Christ, I'm probably going to regret this...you're a bit more...
Hastings: ...energetic?
Peterson: ...sure, we'll go with that. More...energetic than you've been in recent weeks. I thought maybe you might be avoiding something, or something might be bothering you.
Hastings: Like what?
Peterson: Maybe what the Crimson Ghost said to you last week.
Donovan laughs.
Hastings: Owen, you of all people should know you can't put stock in what a raving psychotic says.
Peterson: I'm not sure how to respond to that.
Hastings: Besides, everything is going to work out, I know it will. I've got it all figured out. This week, we thump Toby. Then we dump Dredd and punt the penguin. After that, that path to the championship is open. It's destiny's call. In fact, you could say it's all simply...inevitable.
Donovan smiles, and dismisses Peterson with a wave.
Hastings: I'll see you out there. Make sure you get the can.
Peterson sighs.
Peterson: Your will be done, Lord-Chief.
Peterson leaves. Donovan watches him go, and then takes the picture back out and gazes at it.
Hastings: My will, indeed...
Hastings: What shall it be this week, Niglet?
Peterson: Pardon?
Hastings: Yes, your Lord-Chief does indeed grant pardons, but he is unaware of anybody needing one this week.
Peterson: What are you talking about?
Hastings: My match! What did you think?
Peterson: You...you actually want to talk about your upcoming match?
Hastings: There's not much else to talk about, is there?
Peterson: Um, okay.
Hastings: So who've I got?
Peterson: Tobias Erndhart.
Hastings: Ah, right. And who's that?
Peterson: He's...okay, seriously, should I even bother?
Hastings: YOU WILL ANSWER YOUR LORD-CHIEF WHEN HE SPEAKS.
Peterson: ...okay. Well, he's going to be accompanied by Boolzian.
Hastings: BOOLZIAN.........not ringing a bell.
Peterson: What? He's-
Hastings: I know who Randy fucking Boolzian is. It was a joke. Who do you take me for? Anyway, we'll bring a can of Red Bull to ringside. That'll take care of him.
Peterson: How will that take care of him?
Hastings: It will distract and confuse him.
Peterson: Okay, I'll give you the confusing part.
Hastings: And if all else fails, you can shake it up and spray it in his face.
Peterson: Me?
Hastings: Sure, why not.
Peterson: Is it even carbonated?
Hastings: If it isn't, I'm sure you'll think of something. In any case, when we're done with Boolz and his proxy, then we can focus on the real goal....Travis Roberts and the Global Heavyweight Championship!
Peterson: Actually, you probably need to deal with Dredd first.
Hastings: Who? The puppet of the midget in the penguin suit?
Peterson: I really don't think you should talk about Boss P that way...
Hastings: I have nothing to fear from a guy that doesn't even know how to spell his own name. Besides, he can't even do a super kick! Can you believe that?
Peterson: Well, it's understandable, he's not really the type to do that.
Hastings: Listen, Niglet, I could thumb a guy in the eye and call it "The Super Kick" if I wanted to. So anybody could do one, let's get that straight right now.
Peterson: ...is there something you want to talk about?
Hastings: Isn't that what we're doing now?
Peterson: No, it's just...Christ, I'm probably going to regret this...you're a bit more...
Hastings: ...energetic?
Peterson: ...sure, we'll go with that. More...energetic than you've been in recent weeks. I thought maybe you might be avoiding something, or something might be bothering you.
Hastings: Like what?
Peterson: Maybe what the Crimson Ghost said to you last week.
Donovan laughs.
Hastings: Owen, you of all people should know you can't put stock in what a raving psychotic says.
Peterson: I'm not sure how to respond to that.
Hastings: Besides, everything is going to work out, I know it will. I've got it all figured out. This week, we thump Toby. Then we dump Dredd and punt the penguin. After that, that path to the championship is open. It's destiny's call. In fact, you could say it's all simply...inevitable.
Donovan smiles, and dismisses Peterson with a wave.
Hastings: I'll see you out there. Make sure you get the can.
Peterson sighs.
Peterson: Your will be done, Lord-Chief.
Peterson leaves. Donovan watches him go, and then takes the picture back out and gazes at it.
Hastings: My will, indeed...
