Post by Lord Hastings on Aug 18, 2009 22:44:46 GMT -5
Donovan and Calypso are walking through the hallway. Calypso wears the GIW.com Championship around her waist. She fidgets with it.
Calypso: I don’t know about this.
Donovan, a step ahead, glances back at her.
Hastings: What’s wrong?
Calypso: Maybe I shouldn’t be wearing this.
Hastings: Everknight was using it as a chastity belt. You obviously don’t have that option, so it’s your new garter belt.
Calypso: What’s that supposed to mean?
Donovan knocks on a cracked open door before stepping through it, into the office of Old Lady Levene.
Hastings: You sent for me, mum?
OLL: Oh, come in dears. We have to talk about some things I saw on Sentinel.
Hastings: Of course! Simply a brilliant ruling you made, by the way. Standard match. Should drive those buy-rates right up.
OLL: I have to say, dear, I found the…violence…a bit unsettling.
Hastings: Well, those Convenant are of a bad sort, you know. Always getting into trouble. Especially that Raenius fellow I’m scheduled against next week.
OLL: Oh, I think you’re actually up against Dirge.
Hastings: Sorry, I confuse them all. Can’t watch their antics, you see, I have to focus my energies on making sure Calypso isn’t exposed to that stuff. She’s quite innocent, wouldn’t want to disrupt that.
Calypso smiles awkwardly. Old Lady Levene looks at her, staring for a moment at her ass-crack, exposed by the title belt tugging down her pants.
OLL: See, that’s what I wanted to talk to you about. What’s that around your waist, dear?
Calypso: Erm…
She looks down at the title around her waist.
Calypso: It’s my garter belt.
OLL: Your what?
Hastings: Tarter melt. It’s a little known delicacy in these parts, I apologize, Cal is hungry and can be of a one track mind sometimes. That’s the GIW.com Title she’s wearing.
OLL: And why is she wearing William Everknight’s championship?
Hastings: Because Cal and I are trying to salvage the integrity of that young title. A championship does not inherently have value. It’s the strength of character of a champion that gives that title value. Everknight is a wreckless knave. A few weeks ago he was attacking referees. Now he is disrupting the broadcast and interfering with the commentating team. Hanson and Vinegar, I’ve seen them preparing for broadcasts. That’s not easy, they put a lot of time and energy into it, and Everknight is going to go out and mess with that? That’s just unprofessional.
OLL: So you thought an appropriate response was to assault him backstage and take that title.
Donovan looks at Calypso.
Hastings: Cal, why don’t you go get yourself one of those tarter melts.
Calypso rolls her eyes and walks out.
Hastings: The truth, mum, is that I have a responsibility. I’m one of the most talented wrestlers of my generation, I can admit that, and with great power there must come great responsibility, and I have a responsibility to make Global Impact Wrestling the best organization it can be, for our great fans. Sometimes, that means having to make the hard decisions. So I went to have a sit down talk with young William.
OLL: A sit down talk? Dear, you sat on top of him.
Hastings: Well, there was only one chair. Somebody had to take the top, and somebody had to take the bottom. We flipped for it. After that, we just chatted. He didn’t have much to say, I think that’s because he had a lot to think about. He knows he hasn’t been a paragon of virtue. So we took the title to help him, to set an example of what an admirable champion could be. See, the camera couldn’t pick it up on Sentinel because he was whispering, but that’s what he said. He doesn’t know the path, doesn’t know the way. He wants to be a better champion, a better human being, I truly believe that. I do. But he needs help, and that’s what I’m trying to do. I need to help this rookie, before it becomes too late, and he becomes a lost soul like that dreadful Convenant.
OLL: Oh, what a nice young man you are, trying to help him like that.
Hastings: I hope it’s enough, mum, I really do, but it’s hard to help a person that won’t help himself, and that’s a choice he’s got to make himself.
OLL: I know you’ll do your best. What a nice young man. I know you aren’t in this for any reward, but I’ll be certain to keep all this in mind as I continue to plan for Battleground.
Hastings: You honor me with your kind words.
Donovan starts to leave, pausing to nod to her.
Hastings: Mum.
Donovan steps out and closes the door behind him.
Hastings: Stupid old bag…
Donovan turns around and blinks twice and he studies the figure in front of him.
Hastings: Owen?
Owen Peterson stands in front of Donovan, wearing the replica championship belt around his waist.
Peterson: Lord-Chief, I must speak with you.
Hastings: Um…I’m kind of in the middle of some stuff…it’s important?
Peterson: You’re not going to want to hear it, but you must.
Peterson stops as Calypso walks back up, fidgeting still with the title.
Hastings: Hey.
Calypso: Is she going to be a problem?
Hastings: Nah, I’d have her eating out of my hand, if I wasn’t worried her teeth would fall out into it.
Donovan shakes his head and looks back at Peterson.
Hastings: I’m sorry, Owen, what was it you wanted?
Peterson: Um…
Peterson rustles through his pocket and pulls out an eye patch. He puts it on over his left eye.
Peterson: Ahoy! Wha' do ye reckon o' me eye patch, lad? 'tis all th' rage these days around these parts. 'n I be off!
Peterson runs off. They watch him go.
Calypso: I’m sorry. That must have been a long seven months.
Donovan says nothing for a moment, and shakes his head.
Hastings: Something like that, yeah. C’mon, let’s go.
They walk off in the opposite direction.
Calypso: I don’t know about this.
Donovan, a step ahead, glances back at her.
Hastings: What’s wrong?
Calypso: Maybe I shouldn’t be wearing this.
Hastings: Everknight was using it as a chastity belt. You obviously don’t have that option, so it’s your new garter belt.
Calypso: What’s that supposed to mean?
Donovan knocks on a cracked open door before stepping through it, into the office of Old Lady Levene.
Hastings: You sent for me, mum?
OLL: Oh, come in dears. We have to talk about some things I saw on Sentinel.
Hastings: Of course! Simply a brilliant ruling you made, by the way. Standard match. Should drive those buy-rates right up.
OLL: I have to say, dear, I found the…violence…a bit unsettling.
Hastings: Well, those Convenant are of a bad sort, you know. Always getting into trouble. Especially that Raenius fellow I’m scheduled against next week.
OLL: Oh, I think you’re actually up against Dirge.
Hastings: Sorry, I confuse them all. Can’t watch their antics, you see, I have to focus my energies on making sure Calypso isn’t exposed to that stuff. She’s quite innocent, wouldn’t want to disrupt that.
Calypso smiles awkwardly. Old Lady Levene looks at her, staring for a moment at her ass-crack, exposed by the title belt tugging down her pants.
OLL: See, that’s what I wanted to talk to you about. What’s that around your waist, dear?
Calypso: Erm…
She looks down at the title around her waist.
Calypso: It’s my garter belt.
OLL: Your what?
Hastings: Tarter melt. It’s a little known delicacy in these parts, I apologize, Cal is hungry and can be of a one track mind sometimes. That’s the GIW.com Title she’s wearing.
OLL: And why is she wearing William Everknight’s championship?
Hastings: Because Cal and I are trying to salvage the integrity of that young title. A championship does not inherently have value. It’s the strength of character of a champion that gives that title value. Everknight is a wreckless knave. A few weeks ago he was attacking referees. Now he is disrupting the broadcast and interfering with the commentating team. Hanson and Vinegar, I’ve seen them preparing for broadcasts. That’s not easy, they put a lot of time and energy into it, and Everknight is going to go out and mess with that? That’s just unprofessional.
OLL: So you thought an appropriate response was to assault him backstage and take that title.
Donovan looks at Calypso.
Hastings: Cal, why don’t you go get yourself one of those tarter melts.
Calypso rolls her eyes and walks out.
Hastings: The truth, mum, is that I have a responsibility. I’m one of the most talented wrestlers of my generation, I can admit that, and with great power there must come great responsibility, and I have a responsibility to make Global Impact Wrestling the best organization it can be, for our great fans. Sometimes, that means having to make the hard decisions. So I went to have a sit down talk with young William.
OLL: A sit down talk? Dear, you sat on top of him.
Hastings: Well, there was only one chair. Somebody had to take the top, and somebody had to take the bottom. We flipped for it. After that, we just chatted. He didn’t have much to say, I think that’s because he had a lot to think about. He knows he hasn’t been a paragon of virtue. So we took the title to help him, to set an example of what an admirable champion could be. See, the camera couldn’t pick it up on Sentinel because he was whispering, but that’s what he said. He doesn’t know the path, doesn’t know the way. He wants to be a better champion, a better human being, I truly believe that. I do. But he needs help, and that’s what I’m trying to do. I need to help this rookie, before it becomes too late, and he becomes a lost soul like that dreadful Convenant.
OLL: Oh, what a nice young man you are, trying to help him like that.
Hastings: I hope it’s enough, mum, I really do, but it’s hard to help a person that won’t help himself, and that’s a choice he’s got to make himself.
OLL: I know you’ll do your best. What a nice young man. I know you aren’t in this for any reward, but I’ll be certain to keep all this in mind as I continue to plan for Battleground.
Hastings: You honor me with your kind words.
Donovan starts to leave, pausing to nod to her.
Hastings: Mum.
Donovan steps out and closes the door behind him.
Hastings: Stupid old bag…
Donovan turns around and blinks twice and he studies the figure in front of him.
Hastings: Owen?
Owen Peterson stands in front of Donovan, wearing the replica championship belt around his waist.
Peterson: Lord-Chief, I must speak with you.
Hastings: Um…I’m kind of in the middle of some stuff…it’s important?
Peterson: You’re not going to want to hear it, but you must.
Peterson stops as Calypso walks back up, fidgeting still with the title.
Hastings: Hey.
Calypso: Is she going to be a problem?
Hastings: Nah, I’d have her eating out of my hand, if I wasn’t worried her teeth would fall out into it.
Donovan shakes his head and looks back at Peterson.
Hastings: I’m sorry, Owen, what was it you wanted?
Peterson: Um…
Peterson rustles through his pocket and pulls out an eye patch. He puts it on over his left eye.
Peterson: Ahoy! Wha' do ye reckon o' me eye patch, lad? 'tis all th' rage these days around these parts. 'n I be off!
Peterson runs off. They watch him go.
Calypso: I’m sorry. That must have been a long seven months.
Donovan says nothing for a moment, and shakes his head.
Hastings: Something like that, yeah. C’mon, let’s go.
They walk off in the opposite direction.
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