Post by Noble Savage on Aug 23, 2018 16:31:52 GMT -5
Noble Savage is sitting with her legs crossed Indian style on top of a large crate in the backstage area. She is rocking back and forth with a huge grin on her face. Sweat has made her hair damp and thick. Her eye make up is running, giving her raccoon eyes, and she looks beat up as all hell. But this doesn't seem to affect her constant chuckles as she continues to rock while looking at the item she holds in her hand... A steel wrench.
Noble:
"You're weak, I said... You'll never defeat Odin, I said... Your arms are too short to box with God!"
Noble Savage now let's out a giggle, which quickly snaps into a a deadpan and her eyes look sideways. She half smiles and gets serious with a steamy exhale, and her next words are spoken through a mix of anger and serious smiles.
Savage:
"But you were wrong, weren't you? Haha yes you were... I showed you the reason you shouldn't be afraid of me. The Savage protects you, Noble. If we had done things your way, this would have ended the same way your match against Hollywood went..."
She raises the wrench in front of her face now and squint her eyes as if analyzing it. She has a confused look on her face.
Noble:
"But was this victory really worth it? We successfully defeated the All Father, yes, but at what cost? A fractured ankle, perhaps?"
She snaps out of it with a grin.
Savage:
"Oh my God who the hell cares? I got the win. You realize he's a GOD, right?!"
The look of sorrow warps her facial expression back to questioning.
Noble:
"I realize that, but... I also realize he's the number one contender for the WCF Championship. And for the number one Co tender to go into Revenge with a broken ankle is--
Savage:
"Odin's issue: Not. My. Problem... I mean, look at you. I just defeated a true living God and you're sitting around moping instead of rejoicing. So let's take his godhood out of the equation and think of this rationally. He is a man a very large and powerful man, who happens to have a Championship match for the most prestigious title of this industry... And I... A rookie by every sense of the word, actually got a win over him... How does that not feel great?"
Noble:
"I survived by the skin of my teeth."
Savage:
"Desperate times call for desperate measures. Everyone has a plan until they get hit in the ankle with a wrench."
Noble:
"I've gotta admit it did feel pretty good to hear my name announced as the winner."
A cheek to cheek smile takes over her face now.
Savage:
"Yeah... I threw a monkey wrench in his operation. So be happy that I was in the driver seat. Nobody has your back in this place like I do... I'm your main Hench Wench."
Noble:
"More like Wrench Wench."
Savage:
"Wrenches and stones broke Odin's bones, but your words only enthuse me..."
As she continues to rock back and forth staring at her wrench, a random news reporter is seen approaching from the far right with a microphone in his hand. Noble Savage quickly turns a sharp fixated stare at him as he gets closer.
Reporter:
"Excuse me, umm... Noble Savage, can I get a word with ya? I'm Jared Koller with ABC 8 News. We haven't had a chance to catch up with many of the WCF talent, so I'm glad I found ya. What's next for you in the WCF?"
Noble Savage:
"Oh, I'll tell you what's next... Ascension... My rise... I will rise to the top and won't let anyone stop me. Most people are here for fame and glory, but I am here for pain. You either deal it or you deal with it. I am not here for dominance, or to take over, or anything like that... I am here for the mountain top, and I proved it by defeating the All Father himself... So with defeating the number one contender for the WCF Championship, I suggest that should make me the runner up contender after him... So if he wins at Revenge, and wins again in a rematch... the next shot is mine... But if he loses at Revenge, well... Let's just say I am watching the throne."
Jared Koller:
"Bold. But I don't blame you, this is a victory worth commemorating. Now, coming off the heels of this huge win against Odin Balfore at Monday Night Slam, I know there must be a lot of emotions running wild, but what exactly is going through your head right now?"
Noble Savage:
"What is going through my head? The same thing that is going through the rest of my body... Absolute divine bliss... I defeated Odin Balfore, just a week after defeating Night Rider... It was... Orgasmic."
Jared Koller:
"Okay, that's fine and all, but I meant like, literally, what is going through your head right now? The show ended on Monday night and the crew disassembled every piece of WCF equipment and they've left. You're the only one still here. I mean, it's Thursday, the whole WCF roster and staff must be in Wisconsin by now for their next show. Why are you still here in Lincoln? We're almost ready for this weekend's UFC Fight Night here and you're still in this arena.
Noble Savage takes a deep breath and unfolds her legs, then hops off the crate. She gets her face in uncomfortably close to Jared Koller's face.
Noble Savage:
"I'm waiting for the bus."
Jared Koller:
"Uh... I umm... I mean, this isn't a bus stop. You're literally inside the arena, if you want public transportation you should try heading out into public st--
*CRASH* The loud sounds of angered diesel engine with an old muffler, metallic crumblings and shrieking steel dragging interrupts his last statement. He cowers in fear, but Noble Savage develops a wide grin as she looks to the end of the hall. When the camera turns to show what happened, we see a rusted out school bus pummeling its way through equipment and tearing through the entire hallway. The school bus slows up as it gets closer and we see among the smoke and debris that it carries with it, that Lady Abernathy is at the wheel.
The School Bus stops short right in front Noble Savage and Jared Koller. Noble Savage laughs as she sees Jared Koller duck down and run away. She then tucks one side of her hair behind her ear, as Lady Abernathy comes walking out of the School Bus. Lady Abernathy inserts a long steel syringe into the neck of the ready Noble Savage, causing her to faint into her arms with a smile.
Lady Abernathy carries the unconscious body of Noble Savage into the school bus now and throws her in one of the seats, then proceeds to start the engine. Before she switches gear, she notices that the camera is still focused on her, so she turns on the high beams, blinding our view. When the camera turns to the side, we can see Lady Abernathy is right next to the camera, picking up from the floor, the steel wrench that Noble Savage dropped when she drugged her. Lady Abernathy swings the wrench at the camera and we static cut to bars and tones.
Noble:
"You're weak, I said... You'll never defeat Odin, I said... Your arms are too short to box with God!"
Noble Savage now let's out a giggle, which quickly snaps into a a deadpan and her eyes look sideways. She half smiles and gets serious with a steamy exhale, and her next words are spoken through a mix of anger and serious smiles.
Savage:
"But you were wrong, weren't you? Haha yes you were... I showed you the reason you shouldn't be afraid of me. The Savage protects you, Noble. If we had done things your way, this would have ended the same way your match against Hollywood went..."
She raises the wrench in front of her face now and squint her eyes as if analyzing it. She has a confused look on her face.
Noble:
"But was this victory really worth it? We successfully defeated the All Father, yes, but at what cost? A fractured ankle, perhaps?"
She snaps out of it with a grin.
Savage:
"Oh my God who the hell cares? I got the win. You realize he's a GOD, right?!"
The look of sorrow warps her facial expression back to questioning.
Noble:
"I realize that, but... I also realize he's the number one contender for the WCF Championship. And for the number one Co tender to go into Revenge with a broken ankle is--
Savage:
"Odin's issue: Not. My. Problem... I mean, look at you. I just defeated a true living God and you're sitting around moping instead of rejoicing. So let's take his godhood out of the equation and think of this rationally. He is a man a very large and powerful man, who happens to have a Championship match for the most prestigious title of this industry... And I... A rookie by every sense of the word, actually got a win over him... How does that not feel great?"
Noble:
"I survived by the skin of my teeth."
Savage:
"Desperate times call for desperate measures. Everyone has a plan until they get hit in the ankle with a wrench."
Noble:
"I've gotta admit it did feel pretty good to hear my name announced as the winner."
A cheek to cheek smile takes over her face now.
Savage:
"Yeah... I threw a monkey wrench in his operation. So be happy that I was in the driver seat. Nobody has your back in this place like I do... I'm your main Hench Wench."
Noble:
"More like Wrench Wench."
Savage:
"Wrenches and stones broke Odin's bones, but your words only enthuse me..."
As she continues to rock back and forth staring at her wrench, a random news reporter is seen approaching from the far right with a microphone in his hand. Noble Savage quickly turns a sharp fixated stare at him as he gets closer.
Reporter:
"Excuse me, umm... Noble Savage, can I get a word with ya? I'm Jared Koller with ABC 8 News. We haven't had a chance to catch up with many of the WCF talent, so I'm glad I found ya. What's next for you in the WCF?"
Noble Savage:
"Oh, I'll tell you what's next... Ascension... My rise... I will rise to the top and won't let anyone stop me. Most people are here for fame and glory, but I am here for pain. You either deal it or you deal with it. I am not here for dominance, or to take over, or anything like that... I am here for the mountain top, and I proved it by defeating the All Father himself... So with defeating the number one contender for the WCF Championship, I suggest that should make me the runner up contender after him... So if he wins at Revenge, and wins again in a rematch... the next shot is mine... But if he loses at Revenge, well... Let's just say I am watching the throne."
Jared Koller:
"Bold. But I don't blame you, this is a victory worth commemorating. Now, coming off the heels of this huge win against Odin Balfore at Monday Night Slam, I know there must be a lot of emotions running wild, but what exactly is going through your head right now?"
Noble Savage:
"What is going through my head? The same thing that is going through the rest of my body... Absolute divine bliss... I defeated Odin Balfore, just a week after defeating Night Rider... It was... Orgasmic."
Jared Koller:
"Okay, that's fine and all, but I meant like, literally, what is going through your head right now? The show ended on Monday night and the crew disassembled every piece of WCF equipment and they've left. You're the only one still here. I mean, it's Thursday, the whole WCF roster and staff must be in Wisconsin by now for their next show. Why are you still here in Lincoln? We're almost ready for this weekend's UFC Fight Night here and you're still in this arena.
Noble Savage takes a deep breath and unfolds her legs, then hops off the crate. She gets her face in uncomfortably close to Jared Koller's face.
Noble Savage:
"I'm waiting for the bus."
Jared Koller:
"Uh... I umm... I mean, this isn't a bus stop. You're literally inside the arena, if you want public transportation you should try heading out into public st--
*CRASH* The loud sounds of angered diesel engine with an old muffler, metallic crumblings and shrieking steel dragging interrupts his last statement. He cowers in fear, but Noble Savage develops a wide grin as she looks to the end of the hall. When the camera turns to show what happened, we see a rusted out school bus pummeling its way through equipment and tearing through the entire hallway. The school bus slows up as it gets closer and we see among the smoke and debris that it carries with it, that Lady Abernathy is at the wheel.
The School Bus stops short right in front Noble Savage and Jared Koller. Noble Savage laughs as she sees Jared Koller duck down and run away. She then tucks one side of her hair behind her ear, as Lady Abernathy comes walking out of the School Bus. Lady Abernathy inserts a long steel syringe into the neck of the ready Noble Savage, causing her to faint into her arms with a smile.
Lady Abernathy carries the unconscious body of Noble Savage into the school bus now and throws her in one of the seats, then proceeds to start the engine. Before she switches gear, she notices that the camera is still focused on her, so she turns on the high beams, blinding our view. When the camera turns to the side, we can see Lady Abernathy is right next to the camera, picking up from the floor, the steel wrench that Noble Savage dropped when she drugged her. Lady Abernathy swings the wrench at the camera and we static cut to bars and tones.
