Post by Lord Hastings on Jun 15, 2009 16:30:17 GMT -5
Lord Hastings sits on a chair in a room, staring off into space. Calypso enters the room with an ice pack for herself. She stares at him, and then positions herself near his head and tries to see what he is looking at. She backs off and gives him a confused look.
Calypso: What are you looking at?
There are a few moments of silence, and as Hastings speaks he makes a small gesture forwards with his hand.
Hastings: I'm looking to the future, my dear. I'm staring at a vision of the successes to soon come.
Calypso: If you paid more attention to me, maybe I would!
Hastings' raises an eyebrow.
Hastings: What?
He looks at her and notices the icepack.
Hastings: What happened to you?
Calypso: The bitches around here are crazy.
Hastings: What's fascinating is how I was just thinking that myself.
Calypso: The fools. Christina Lust, Misery, and Rianna Tyler. They have no idea what awaits them. A hex upon them all, a pox on their health. They're jealous of me, I think. Jealous of me, the true embodiment of lust. Jealous of the true misery I am able to cause. And...um...
She turns and sees the blank expression on Hastings' face.
Calypso: Sorry, am I cutting into your monologue time?
Hastings: No, you go right ahead.
Calypso: I can't think of any way to twist Tyler's name.
Hastings: Practice makes perfect, I'm sure.
Calypso turns back away. Donovan rolls his eyes.[/color]
Calypso: This Battle Royal to determine the first Women's Champion...how fitting it is. We are royalty, you and I. You, Donovan, The Lord of Pain, and me...the Mistress of Pain. Soon, the mistress will be a champion. Just like her lord.
Hastings: Indeed.
Donovan stands moves in front of the camera. He folds his arms behind his back.
Hastings: This #1 contender match for the Hardcore Champion at No Holds Barred. I'm told it will be a Countdown match. How fitting that is.
Calypso hops and claps her hands softly with glee, excited about Donovan reusing her phrasing.
Hastings: Fitting because all of this, everything that surrounds us, the passage of time, it is counting down to that which will be my legacy. Every moment brings me closer to my legend. I am undefeated here in Global Impact Wrestling. Levi Witham and Devonte have now each fallen twice. This Sunday, Mitch Betts joins the list. A Countdown Match that is merely counting down to the day that the Lord of Pain becomes the Hardcore Champion, itself counting down to the inevitable reign on top of this entire federation. Witham. Devonte. Betts. I will make these men suffer. I will make them bleed. I will show them a true meaning of misery.
Calypso coos as she has been now quoted twice. She slides behind Donovan and from behind runs her hand up and down his chest.
Hastings: It is destiny's call that I become the #1 Contender to the Hardcore Championship at No Holds Barred. It is simply...inevitability.
Calypso moves in front of him, pressing her body against his. He looks down at her.
Hastings: That's how you monologue.
She moans softly. The camera fades to black, as we hear a final comment.
Calypso: Are you ready for what's about to come?
Calypso: What are you looking at?
There are a few moments of silence, and as Hastings speaks he makes a small gesture forwards with his hand.
Hastings: I'm looking to the future, my dear. I'm staring at a vision of the successes to soon come.
Calypso: If you paid more attention to me, maybe I would!
Hastings' raises an eyebrow.
Hastings: What?
He looks at her and notices the icepack.
Hastings: What happened to you?
Calypso: The bitches around here are crazy.
Hastings: What's fascinating is how I was just thinking that myself.
Calypso: The fools. Christina Lust, Misery, and Rianna Tyler. They have no idea what awaits them. A hex upon them all, a pox on their health. They're jealous of me, I think. Jealous of me, the true embodiment of lust. Jealous of the true misery I am able to cause. And...um...
She turns and sees the blank expression on Hastings' face.
Calypso: Sorry, am I cutting into your monologue time?
Hastings: No, you go right ahead.
Calypso: I can't think of any way to twist Tyler's name.
Hastings: Practice makes perfect, I'm sure.
Calypso turns back away. Donovan rolls his eyes.[/color]
Calypso: This Battle Royal to determine the first Women's Champion...how fitting it is. We are royalty, you and I. You, Donovan, The Lord of Pain, and me...the Mistress of Pain. Soon, the mistress will be a champion. Just like her lord.
Hastings: Indeed.
Donovan stands moves in front of the camera. He folds his arms behind his back.
Hastings: This #1 contender match for the Hardcore Champion at No Holds Barred. I'm told it will be a Countdown match. How fitting that is.
Calypso hops and claps her hands softly with glee, excited about Donovan reusing her phrasing.
Hastings: Fitting because all of this, everything that surrounds us, the passage of time, it is counting down to that which will be my legacy. Every moment brings me closer to my legend. I am undefeated here in Global Impact Wrestling. Levi Witham and Devonte have now each fallen twice. This Sunday, Mitch Betts joins the list. A Countdown Match that is merely counting down to the day that the Lord of Pain becomes the Hardcore Champion, itself counting down to the inevitable reign on top of this entire federation. Witham. Devonte. Betts. I will make these men suffer. I will make them bleed. I will show them a true meaning of misery.
Calypso coos as she has been now quoted twice. She slides behind Donovan and from behind runs her hand up and down his chest.
Hastings: It is destiny's call that I become the #1 Contender to the Hardcore Championship at No Holds Barred. It is simply...inevitability.
Calypso moves in front of him, pressing her body against his. He looks down at her.
Hastings: That's how you monologue.
She moans softly. The camera fades to black, as we hear a final comment.
Calypso: Are you ready for what's about to come?
