Post by Lord Hastings on Jun 29, 2009 17:27:48 GMT -5
Lord Hastings stands on the porch of his hotel room, on the fourteenth floor of his hotel, staring out at the night. He is wearing his cloak, and it billows in the nighttime breeze. The glass door slides open, and Calypso steps out onto the porch.
Calypso: I've been looking for you.
Hastings: And so you've found me.
As usual, he doesn't turn to look at her, but instead continues to lean on the railing, staring out at the night sky. Calypso leans sideways on the railing, staring at Donovan's face.
Calypso: You're still thinking about Toxic Intent, aren't you.
Hastings: I will admit, it continues to trouble me. Chris Austin is gutter trash. The biggest question regarding his title reign is whether it ends by defeat or his own death due to some bizarre sexually transmitted infection. It was my destiny to defeat him. Yet now I stand empty handed. This is not what was supposed to happen.
Calypso: But you could still beat him. If you win this hardcore tournament, you get another shot at him. He isn't going to beat you twice. Besides, you'll have the rest of Global Domination on your side.
Hastings: Yes, we've seen what that is worth.
Calypso: Cara promised that title to you.
Donovan looks at Calypso, making eye contact.
Hastings: Did she now.
He looks away again.
Calypso: It's a triple threat this week, isn't it?
Hastings: Yeah. Witham and Savana.
Calypso: You've beaten Levi Witham before.
Hastings: Oh, I'm not concerned about him. Andy Savana is a wild card. Confident, too. He says he's never tried for something that he hasn't achieved.
Calypso: The same is true for you. You're the reigning LWF Havok Champion, and you didn't get that on your first shot either. Yet you won it in the Stairway to Hell Match, in one of the most brutal matches I've ever seen you fight. In the end, it was inevitable, just as this is.
Hastings smiles in amusement as she uses his own catchphrase to try to motivate him.
Calypso: You're the Lord of Pain.
Hastings: Except nobody here cares about that, Calypso. It means nothing. I could declare myself the Emperor of Carjackistan, and it doesn't mean a damn thing. Championships won in other places don't carry a weight here. Here, all I am is the man Chris Austin pinned while he was waiting for his sperm count to go back up.
Calypso grabs Donvoan by his shirt and spins him to face her. She pulls him close and they passionately kiss, as she presses his hand to her breast and he squeezes her ass with his other hand. After a few moments she pushes him back, a wicked smile on her face.
Calypso: You want me.
It is not a question. Donovan just grunts. Calypso moves in close to kiss him again, but turns away at the last moment and reopens the door.
Calypso: Then pin Savana.
She goes back into the room. Donovan turns to lean back on the ledge, and after a few moments he laughs, a laughter heard long into the night.
Calypso: I've been looking for you.
Hastings: And so you've found me.
As usual, he doesn't turn to look at her, but instead continues to lean on the railing, staring out at the night sky. Calypso leans sideways on the railing, staring at Donovan's face.
Calypso: You're still thinking about Toxic Intent, aren't you.
Hastings: I will admit, it continues to trouble me. Chris Austin is gutter trash. The biggest question regarding his title reign is whether it ends by defeat or his own death due to some bizarre sexually transmitted infection. It was my destiny to defeat him. Yet now I stand empty handed. This is not what was supposed to happen.
Calypso: But you could still beat him. If you win this hardcore tournament, you get another shot at him. He isn't going to beat you twice. Besides, you'll have the rest of Global Domination on your side.
Hastings: Yes, we've seen what that is worth.
Calypso: Cara promised that title to you.
Donovan looks at Calypso, making eye contact.
Hastings: Did she now.
He looks away again.
Calypso: It's a triple threat this week, isn't it?
Hastings: Yeah. Witham and Savana.
Calypso: You've beaten Levi Witham before.
Hastings: Oh, I'm not concerned about him. Andy Savana is a wild card. Confident, too. He says he's never tried for something that he hasn't achieved.
Calypso: The same is true for you. You're the reigning LWF Havok Champion, and you didn't get that on your first shot either. Yet you won it in the Stairway to Hell Match, in one of the most brutal matches I've ever seen you fight. In the end, it was inevitable, just as this is.
Hastings smiles in amusement as she uses his own catchphrase to try to motivate him.
Calypso: You're the Lord of Pain.
Hastings: Except nobody here cares about that, Calypso. It means nothing. I could declare myself the Emperor of Carjackistan, and it doesn't mean a damn thing. Championships won in other places don't carry a weight here. Here, all I am is the man Chris Austin pinned while he was waiting for his sperm count to go back up.
Calypso grabs Donvoan by his shirt and spins him to face her. She pulls him close and they passionately kiss, as she presses his hand to her breast and he squeezes her ass with his other hand. After a few moments she pushes him back, a wicked smile on her face.
Calypso: You want me.
It is not a question. Donovan just grunts. Calypso moves in close to kiss him again, but turns away at the last moment and reopens the door.
Calypso: Then pin Savana.
She goes back into the room. Donovan turns to lean back on the ledge, and after a few moments he laughs, a laughter heard long into the night.
