Post by Lord Hastings on Jul 30, 2009 20:33:16 GMT -5
Donovan is shown sitting on a stool in what appears to be a studio. The Mexican flag hands on the back wall.
Voice: Señor Hastings, puede comenzar en cualquier momento.
Hastings: Gracias, Patxi campesinas. Zoom y, a continuación, se pierden.
Donovan clears his throat.
Hastings: Ladies and gentlemen of the GIW community, I’m sure you will recognize my guest as I sit here.
The camera pulls back, showing Travis Roberts sitting on a second stool. Donovan gestures to the person behind the camera.
Voice: Imbécil…
Fading footsteps are heard. Donovan turns to Roberts.
Hastings: Thank you, Travis, for joining me here, a few short days before our big title match.
Travis – ‘The Blessed One’ is honored to be in the presence of the Lord.
Hastings: As you should. In fact, now that we are main eventing a Pay-Per-View together, you have at last finally earned your other nickname.
Travis – Indeed, now I truly am ‘The Headliner’ thanks to your great efforts.
Hastings: You have done a sterling job of carrying the torch this far, but if GIW is to return to the states, it is time for you to pass that torch.
Roberts lifts his mask.
Peterson: I can’t breath under this thing.
Hastings: Put your mask back on, Niglet, and stay in character, or I will bitch-slap you back to the States myself.
Peterson pulls the mask back down.
Hastings: Now, while I was tempted by your suggestion that we fight imaginary opponents and then duel with plastic swords, which perhaps we could have called, “The TWiSTeD Fool’s Idea of a Championship Match” Match, instead you and I will meet in an Ultimate Submission Match. I trust you understand what destiny is calling you to do.
Travis – It will be an honor to submit to the One True and Undisputed Lord-Chief Nigga of Pain.
”Travis” shuffles the index cards in his hand.
Travis – You always were the strength, the heart and soul of Blessed Immortality, just as you are the heart and soul of GIW. ‘The Blessed One’ can think of nobody better to take GIW into a new era as champion.
Hastings: Now, bow to your Lord.
Donovan stands and gestures before him. “Travis” is slow to get up.
Travis – Ok seriously, I can’t wear this in the heat.
Hastings: BOW BEFORE THE LORD.
”Travis” gets down on one knee, but slumps over and collapses on the ground. Donovan rolls his eyes and pulls the mask off, and then approaches the camera, looking directly into it.
Hastings: I know you’ll watch this, Travis. At Break for the Border, it’s not going to be about penguins. You needn’t concern yourself with agents or old ladies. All you need to worry about is me, coming for the Global Championship. I’m the person that made Gabrielle Montgomery say “I Quit.” I’m the person that sent the supposed anointed one, Dredd, to a fiery burial. I’m the person that is going to make you tap out again, and again, and again. You say that a single act has never caused a person to live on throughout history. I remind you of Cain and his brother Abel. I remind you of Noah’s ark. I remind you of Roger Maris. I remind you of Bucky Dent and Aaron Boone. People that are remembered forever for single actions, single moments. What you neglect to realize is that my moment this coming Sunday is but the first of many. After I’m done with you, I will run through what remains of this federation, Kiseragi and Boolzian and Severino and the list goes on and on. They will all fall before me. It is inevitable.
Donovan reaches to the side of the camera, and then turns his back. He nudges Peterson with his foot, but while he is breathing he doesn’t respond. Donovan reaches in his pocket and pulls out a picture of Calypso.
Hastings: It’s time, Cal. Wherever you are, I hope you’re watching.
Donovan turns back and sees the camera is still running. He scowls, swings with his arm and knocks it over, and the image turns to static.
Voice: Señor Hastings, puede comenzar en cualquier momento.
Hastings: Gracias, Patxi campesinas. Zoom y, a continuación, se pierden.
Donovan clears his throat.
Hastings: Ladies and gentlemen of the GIW community, I’m sure you will recognize my guest as I sit here.
The camera pulls back, showing Travis Roberts sitting on a second stool. Donovan gestures to the person behind the camera.
Voice: Imbécil…
Fading footsteps are heard. Donovan turns to Roberts.
Hastings: Thank you, Travis, for joining me here, a few short days before our big title match.
Travis – ‘The Blessed One’ is honored to be in the presence of the Lord.
Hastings: As you should. In fact, now that we are main eventing a Pay-Per-View together, you have at last finally earned your other nickname.
Travis – Indeed, now I truly am ‘The Headliner’ thanks to your great efforts.
Hastings: You have done a sterling job of carrying the torch this far, but if GIW is to return to the states, it is time for you to pass that torch.
Roberts lifts his mask.
Peterson: I can’t breath under this thing.
Hastings: Put your mask back on, Niglet, and stay in character, or I will bitch-slap you back to the States myself.
Peterson pulls the mask back down.
Hastings: Now, while I was tempted by your suggestion that we fight imaginary opponents and then duel with plastic swords, which perhaps we could have called, “The TWiSTeD Fool’s Idea of a Championship Match” Match, instead you and I will meet in an Ultimate Submission Match. I trust you understand what destiny is calling you to do.
Travis – It will be an honor to submit to the One True and Undisputed Lord-Chief Nigga of Pain.
”Travis” shuffles the index cards in his hand.
Travis – You always were the strength, the heart and soul of Blessed Immortality, just as you are the heart and soul of GIW. ‘The Blessed One’ can think of nobody better to take GIW into a new era as champion.
Hastings: Now, bow to your Lord.
Donovan stands and gestures before him. “Travis” is slow to get up.
Travis – Ok seriously, I can’t wear this in the heat.
Hastings: BOW BEFORE THE LORD.
”Travis” gets down on one knee, but slumps over and collapses on the ground. Donovan rolls his eyes and pulls the mask off, and then approaches the camera, looking directly into it.
Hastings: I know you’ll watch this, Travis. At Break for the Border, it’s not going to be about penguins. You needn’t concern yourself with agents or old ladies. All you need to worry about is me, coming for the Global Championship. I’m the person that made Gabrielle Montgomery say “I Quit.” I’m the person that sent the supposed anointed one, Dredd, to a fiery burial. I’m the person that is going to make you tap out again, and again, and again. You say that a single act has never caused a person to live on throughout history. I remind you of Cain and his brother Abel. I remind you of Noah’s ark. I remind you of Roger Maris. I remind you of Bucky Dent and Aaron Boone. People that are remembered forever for single actions, single moments. What you neglect to realize is that my moment this coming Sunday is but the first of many. After I’m done with you, I will run through what remains of this federation, Kiseragi and Boolzian and Severino and the list goes on and on. They will all fall before me. It is inevitable.
Donovan reaches to the side of the camera, and then turns his back. He nudges Peterson with his foot, but while he is breathing he doesn’t respond. Donovan reaches in his pocket and pulls out a picture of Calypso.
Hastings: It’s time, Cal. Wherever you are, I hope you’re watching.
Donovan turns back and sees the camera is still running. He scowls, swings with his arm and knocks it over, and the image turns to static.