Post by Lord Hastings on Jun 15, 2009 16:25:39 GMT -5
Donovan Hastings sits in a chair in his home in Hartford.
Hastings: Is it done?
Voice: It is. I just faxed the contracts over.
Hastings: Excellent.
He stands and walks to the window, staring out it with his hands cupped behind his waist.
Hastings: Long have I searched for a way to extend my life beyond my years. For too long have I had to wonder what will come of me when I'm gone. The secret to immortality is at long last mine. When I join Global Impact Wrestling, it is to create a name, create a legend, that will be forever remembered. A man cannot truly die when his name, his image, is etched forever in the memories of those that witnessed him. When I step into that ring, it is to rise above all others, to secure my place in history, in eternity, and I will do at the expense of the entire roster of GIW. The downfall of their heroes. The desecration of their legends. Champions like Declan Prescott and Brandon Brown. People like Levi Witham and the Great White.
Hastings takes a deep breath, and from the side angle that we see him, we can see a smile creep onto his face.
Hastings: It all begins with Rock "Devonte" Hard. He will be the first to fall victim, my initial prey, the first rung on the ladder that is my climb to the top. What chance does this nomadic fool, lucky to find himself a warm corner to sleep in at night, what chance does he have against a true man of nobility? What can he truly accomplish when he is up against a man that is his better, his lord and master? For that is what GIW will know me as, their Lord Hastings, the Lord of Pain. This man, Rock Hard, indeed, like his namesake suggests, finds himself caught between a rock and a hard place. I will make him suffer. I will make him scream. So says the Lord of Pain. I will...
Hastings pauses, as something has just occured to him. He looks back over his shoulder.
Hastings: Did you say contracts? As in, more than one?
Calypso Desmona slinks into the shot, staring at Hastings, her eyes dripping with lust.
Calypso: Of course, lover. You have competed without me in other places before, but this time I'm coming with you. You've had mixed success on your own. Together, we will be unstoppable. My hexes will lift you up, ensure the immortality you so rightly desire.
Hastings rolls his eyes and turns back to the window. He scratches his head for a moment, but as he turns back Calypso has approached him. She slithers around him, running her hand up and down his chest.
Calypso: Think about it. Your opponents lie broken and bleeding at your feet, just the way we like them, and I am there to share in your victory, a victory that goes on deep into the night. I can guarantee them. You know what I can do. It's time they all knew too. First we take care of Devonte. Then the rest, then your rise to the top. It is simply...what is it you always say?
She presses her body close and nibbles on his ear. He shudders.
Hastings: Inevitable.
Fade out...
Hastings: Is it done?
Voice: It is. I just faxed the contracts over.
Hastings: Excellent.
He stands and walks to the window, staring out it with his hands cupped behind his waist.
Hastings: Long have I searched for a way to extend my life beyond my years. For too long have I had to wonder what will come of me when I'm gone. The secret to immortality is at long last mine. When I join Global Impact Wrestling, it is to create a name, create a legend, that will be forever remembered. A man cannot truly die when his name, his image, is etched forever in the memories of those that witnessed him. When I step into that ring, it is to rise above all others, to secure my place in history, in eternity, and I will do at the expense of the entire roster of GIW. The downfall of their heroes. The desecration of their legends. Champions like Declan Prescott and Brandon Brown. People like Levi Witham and the Great White.
Hastings takes a deep breath, and from the side angle that we see him, we can see a smile creep onto his face.
Hastings: It all begins with Rock "Devonte" Hard. He will be the first to fall victim, my initial prey, the first rung on the ladder that is my climb to the top. What chance does this nomadic fool, lucky to find himself a warm corner to sleep in at night, what chance does he have against a true man of nobility? What can he truly accomplish when he is up against a man that is his better, his lord and master? For that is what GIW will know me as, their Lord Hastings, the Lord of Pain. This man, Rock Hard, indeed, like his namesake suggests, finds himself caught between a rock and a hard place. I will make him suffer. I will make him scream. So says the Lord of Pain. I will...
Hastings pauses, as something has just occured to him. He looks back over his shoulder.
Hastings: Did you say contracts? As in, more than one?
Calypso Desmona slinks into the shot, staring at Hastings, her eyes dripping with lust.
Calypso: Of course, lover. You have competed without me in other places before, but this time I'm coming with you. You've had mixed success on your own. Together, we will be unstoppable. My hexes will lift you up, ensure the immortality you so rightly desire.
Hastings rolls his eyes and turns back to the window. He scratches his head for a moment, but as he turns back Calypso has approached him. She slithers around him, running her hand up and down his chest.
Calypso: Think about it. Your opponents lie broken and bleeding at your feet, just the way we like them, and I am there to share in your victory, a victory that goes on deep into the night. I can guarantee them. You know what I can do. It's time they all knew too. First we take care of Devonte. Then the rest, then your rise to the top. It is simply...what is it you always say?
She presses her body close and nibbles on his ear. He shudders.
Hastings: Inevitable.
Fade out...
