Post by Lord Hastings on Sept 9, 2009 20:36:46 GMT -5
Donovan lays in a bed, his injuries from Battleground bandaged, his cloak draped over a chair a few feet away. Calypso sits in a nearby chair, leafing through a magazine. It is a private room in the Southwest General Hospital in San Antonio. Donovan is playing with the buttons on the bed, making it go up and down.
Hastings: You know, the last time I was in the hospital, it was to get my tonsils out, and they gave me Jell-O. Do you think they'll bring me some Jell-O?
Calypso: You just won Battleground, and you're worried about your hospital room snack?
Hastings: There's always room for Jell-O.
Calypso smiles, but doesn't look up from her magazine.
Calypso: You worried at all about retribution from the Convenant?
Hastings: Why? They're nothing but a bunch of no-talent in-bred scrubs.
Calypso: Where'd you come up with in-bred?
Hastings: I figure it's an insulting thing to say. I have nothing to fear from them, any of them.
Calypso: They're the reason you're in here.
Hastings: No, wrestling in the Battleground cage is why I'm here, and I won. This is our moment.
Calypso: Well, I'm scheduled for next week against Chassie, and I can't help but wonder if they may have taken those beatings personally.
Hastings: You didn't tell me you were planning on actually going active again.
Calypso: It's all part of the plan.
Hastings: It's...what?
Calypso: Number one contender match for the GIW.com Title. As much as I appreciate you stealing me some bling, how about I just go win it for real.
Hastings: Yeah, I guess that works...
A faint buzz can be heard, and Calypso touches her hand to her pocket. She stands and puts the magazine down on a side table.
Calypso: I'll go see about your Jell-O.
Hastings: You're the best.
Calypso leaves as Donovan closes his eyes and tilts his head back.
Voice: My word, look at you.
Donovan looks to see Old Lady Levene standing in the doorway. He bites his lip.
OLL: You've certainly looked better, haven't you dear?
Hastings: Mum.
OLL: Oh, don't mind me, I just thought it wouldn't be right for me not to come down and see you, what with me already being here with Tate and all.
Hastings: ...right.
OLL: I understand you were victorious at Battleground, congratulations.
Hastings: Thanks.
OLL: And from the second spot, no less. You're a talented young man, aren't you.
Hastings: And I didn't even need to break out the Crouching Tiger Hidden Neckbreaker, or the dreaded Hastingsarana.
OLL: Oh, now that does sound impressive, doesn't it? Now, you rest dear, I must be getting back to Tate after all, you take care of those bumps and bruises, I'm sure you'll be back on your feet and ready to take on the world in no time. Everyone will be excited to hear what you've chosen for Horizons, I have no doubt.
Hastings: Mum.
She leaves as Donovan gazes out the window. A bowl of Jell-O is placed next to him.
Hastings: Thanks, babe.
Donovan goes to pick it up, but hesitates when he sees his new guest.
Hastings: Owen.
Owen Peterson stands to the side of the bed, the replica title belt still around his waist.
Peterson: Lord-Chief. Congrats on your victory.
Hastings: I've told you, Owen, you don't have to call me that.
Peterson: I know I don't have to.
Hastings: Then why do you do it?
Peterson: Do you know how long I've worked in this industry? The years I've spent on the road, away from my family? It gets lonely at times, and yeah, it's a living and a paycheck, but the only time anybody cares about you is when you've done something wrong. This past year? All that has changed. People high five me on the street. I see signs referencing me in arenas when we travel. I'm somebody, after all this time...I'm somebody.
Donovan looks like he is about to say something, but he stops.
Peterson: What?
Hastings: No, go ahead.
Peterson: When I look back at those months on the road you and I spent together, the global tour, I had fun. I really did. I miss it.
A few moments pass in silence.
Hastings: Thank you.
Peterson smiles.
Hastings: And I saw what you did during Battleground. You didn't have to do that.
Peterson: I know.
Hastings: And it isn't something I'll soon forget.
Peterson: So what do you think...you still got room in the posse for your number one nigga?
Donvan takes a deep breath.
Hastings: You remember how to speak proper?
Peterson: You damn straight had bettah recognize dat I do you know das right!
Hastings: Okay. Come see me before Sentinel.
Peterson gets a wide grin on his face as he leaves the room.
Hastings: Now isn't this an interesting turn of events...
He picks up the Jell-O and starts eating it, as Calypso walks in with a bowl of her own.
Calypso: Where'd you get that?
Hastings: Don't worry, there's room for more. Now, let's talk about Sentinel, there's been a little change of plans...
Hastings: You know, the last time I was in the hospital, it was to get my tonsils out, and they gave me Jell-O. Do you think they'll bring me some Jell-O?
Calypso: You just won Battleground, and you're worried about your hospital room snack?
Hastings: There's always room for Jell-O.
Calypso smiles, but doesn't look up from her magazine.
Calypso: You worried at all about retribution from the Convenant?
Hastings: Why? They're nothing but a bunch of no-talent in-bred scrubs.
Calypso: Where'd you come up with in-bred?
Hastings: I figure it's an insulting thing to say. I have nothing to fear from them, any of them.
Calypso: They're the reason you're in here.
Hastings: No, wrestling in the Battleground cage is why I'm here, and I won. This is our moment.
Calypso: Well, I'm scheduled for next week against Chassie, and I can't help but wonder if they may have taken those beatings personally.
Hastings: You didn't tell me you were planning on actually going active again.
Calypso: It's all part of the plan.
Hastings: It's...what?
Calypso: Number one contender match for the GIW.com Title. As much as I appreciate you stealing me some bling, how about I just go win it for real.
Hastings: Yeah, I guess that works...
A faint buzz can be heard, and Calypso touches her hand to her pocket. She stands and puts the magazine down on a side table.
Calypso: I'll go see about your Jell-O.
Hastings: You're the best.
Calypso leaves as Donovan closes his eyes and tilts his head back.
Voice: My word, look at you.
Donovan looks to see Old Lady Levene standing in the doorway. He bites his lip.
OLL: You've certainly looked better, haven't you dear?
Hastings: Mum.
OLL: Oh, don't mind me, I just thought it wouldn't be right for me not to come down and see you, what with me already being here with Tate and all.
Hastings: ...right.
OLL: I understand you were victorious at Battleground, congratulations.
Hastings: Thanks.
OLL: And from the second spot, no less. You're a talented young man, aren't you.
Hastings: And I didn't even need to break out the Crouching Tiger Hidden Neckbreaker, or the dreaded Hastingsarana.
OLL: Oh, now that does sound impressive, doesn't it? Now, you rest dear, I must be getting back to Tate after all, you take care of those bumps and bruises, I'm sure you'll be back on your feet and ready to take on the world in no time. Everyone will be excited to hear what you've chosen for Horizons, I have no doubt.
Hastings: Mum.
She leaves as Donovan gazes out the window. A bowl of Jell-O is placed next to him.
Hastings: Thanks, babe.
Donovan goes to pick it up, but hesitates when he sees his new guest.
Hastings: Owen.
Owen Peterson stands to the side of the bed, the replica title belt still around his waist.
Peterson: Lord-Chief. Congrats on your victory.
Hastings: I've told you, Owen, you don't have to call me that.
Peterson: I know I don't have to.
Hastings: Then why do you do it?
Peterson: Do you know how long I've worked in this industry? The years I've spent on the road, away from my family? It gets lonely at times, and yeah, it's a living and a paycheck, but the only time anybody cares about you is when you've done something wrong. This past year? All that has changed. People high five me on the street. I see signs referencing me in arenas when we travel. I'm somebody, after all this time...I'm somebody.
Donovan looks like he is about to say something, but he stops.
Peterson: What?
Hastings: No, go ahead.
Peterson: When I look back at those months on the road you and I spent together, the global tour, I had fun. I really did. I miss it.
A few moments pass in silence.
Hastings: Thank you.
Peterson smiles.
Hastings: And I saw what you did during Battleground. You didn't have to do that.
Peterson: I know.
Hastings: And it isn't something I'll soon forget.
Peterson: So what do you think...you still got room in the posse for your number one nigga?
Donvan takes a deep breath.
Hastings: You remember how to speak proper?
Peterson: You damn straight had bettah recognize dat I do you know das right!
Hastings: Okay. Come see me before Sentinel.
Peterson gets a wide grin on his face as he leaves the room.
Hastings: Now isn't this an interesting turn of events...
He picks up the Jell-O and starts eating it, as Calypso walks in with a bowl of her own.
Calypso: Where'd you get that?
Hastings: Don't worry, there's room for more. Now, let's talk about Sentinel, there's been a little change of plans...
x2
