Noble Savage Gets... A Raise?
Sept 12, 2018 18:37:38 GMT -5
Alex Richards, The Dark Queen Karma Bishop, and 1 more like this
Post by Noble Savage on Sept 12, 2018 18:37:38 GMT -5
The voice of Freddy Whoa is heard speaking over the visuals:
FREDDY WHOA:
"Here's some more footage of what took place after Slam went off the air!"
The words "WCF Network Exclusive" transition in, swooshing past the screen, and the scene opens up with with Hank Brown standing backstage, outside of a closed locker room.
HANK BROWN:
"Good evening everyone and thanks for tuning in. Hank Brown here with an exclusi--"
SAVAGE:
"WHERE IS SHE?!"
Hank Brown's words are interrupted by the voice of Noble Savage in full rage, but we do not see her. Her shout is followed by the sounds of metal pipes being thrown and glass shattering on the floors. Hank Brown seems shocked when he looks to the far right, and so the camera turns to see what he is looking at.
We see Noble Savage coming our way, knocking down and kicking everything she passes by along the way. She is approached by a young black man wearing a WCF shirt that says "CREW" on it.
CREW MEMBER:
"Where is who?"
Noble Savage stares an unamused dagger through this man after rolling her eyes and sternly asks:
SAVAGE:
"Who do you think?"
CREW MEMBER:
"Umm... Bonnie?"
SAVAGE:
"Bonnie? Why would I be looking for Bonnie?"
The crew member stutters a bit before attempting to answer her follow up question. But before he can even string a word together, Noble Savage swings an open-palm haymaker, slapping the ever living daylights out of him. The humble crew member spins like three times before finally falling onto a bed of production cables. Noble Savage now continues to walk, which brings her closer to Hank Brown. He sees his opportunity to speak to her, and takes it.
HANK BROWN:
"Excuse me, Noble Savage. You were in rare form tonight. You went out there and you made short work of Kid Dynamo. I gotta tell ya, I've been with this company since day one, and very few have made such a devastating impact at such an early stage of their career."
Noble Savage stops and looks at him as if extremely annoyed, letting her tongue press against the back of her teeth. She takes a deep breath and stares at the microphone that Hank Brown is now pointing at her chin.
SAVAGE:
"Was there a question in all of that? What are you expecting me to say to you?"
HANK BROWN:
"No, sorry. I mean, it's impressive. But you sure have been turning some heads up in management and I was assigned the privilege of bringing you the good news..."
SAVAGE:
"The only good news I need to hear right now, is that you know where Karma Bishop is."
HANK BROWN:
"I, uh... Well... No... She's not in the building any more, I know that. But the good news, which I think you need to hear is this... Now, you see this door behind me? That's your locker room. Congratulations, you're moving up!"
Noble Savage's neck twitches a little bit and her eyes tweak. A subtle smile washes over her face, but quickly falls victim to her usual deadpan.
NOBLE:
"What? Explain this nonsense to me, Hank... You congratulate me for finally having my own locker room assigned to me? Why? Because this means that now I'll be able to change in the arena and not take a cab or a public city bus wearing full wrestling gear? Or even worse, drag my bags around town and get dressed in the parking lot in front of everyone? What's a locker room, Hank? It means nothing to me. And while we're at it, why in the world would you come tell me about it AFTER the show is over and we have to head to the next city? I could have used this locker room before the show. You saw me sitting outside with my bags. You know what? Forget this. What I'm after is not in some locker room. Now, tell me where Karma is or--
HANK BROWN:
"You're also getting your first pay check this week. Not just that, you get limo service, so all those cabs and buses you mentioned aren't gonna be--
NOBLE:
"Back up... What's this first paycheck nonsense? I was told that my WCF contract paid me a ten-year salary in advance. I'm under
the impression that my bank account already had my funds deposited. What's this about a paycheck?"
HANK BROWN:
"I'm... Sorry, you're not under an extended contract yet. You're still on a week to week contract, and every five matches you get a paycheck."
NOBLE:
"I see... Excuse me a minute."
Noble Savage opens the door to the locker room and slams it shut. Hank Brown looks at the camera and shrugs his shoulders. After a few awkwardly silent minutes, the door to the locker room opens and Noble Savage steps out. She has changed out of her ring gear and is now wearing street clothes, but the shirt on her has the most confusing phrase Hank Brown has ever seen in his life.
HANK BROWN:
"You're back! Oh, but umm... What the fuck is up with that shirt?"
NOBLE:
"Watch your mouth, Hank. Those F-bombs might cost you your tongue."
HANK BROWN:
"Sorry. I forgot, you don't swear. But it's just... It makes absolutely no sense. Why would anyone wear that? Why would anyone even MAKE that shirt?"
NOBLE:
"I don't know. I didn't put anything in that locker room, but you say it's my locker room. So anything I find in there is automatically going to be mine. These ridiculous clothes were in there, so I put them on. Now I can get to the next show without having to wear my wrestling gear."
HANK BROWN:
"I... I'm sorry, but that shirt is just... I want to laugh my ass off, but at the same time I want to be offended."
NOBLE:
"Forget my shirt. Anyone ever tell you that you suck at interviews?"
HANK BROWN:
"No. Never. Nobody has ever said that to me. Not now, not once, not ever. Never, ever, in my career as a WCF correspondent, have I ever heard anyone say that. Never, ever, ever, ever... Well, twice."
NOBLE:
"Yeah. Okay, so, since you can't help me with my personal search and destroy mission, maybe you can help me with my business mission and explain this whole contract thing to me. Is that the real reason they are not giving me a Title Shot? Because they're afraid I might not be here that long to be the title holder? Because I'm per-diem? Hmm? Is that why? Whose neck do I have to wring to get a permanent contract?"
HANK BROWN:
"I would advise against neck-wringing, but the man you should talk to is the same man that is going to be granting you the limo service, the paid hotel rooms, this locker room, and the horribly confusing t-shirt, sheesh! It's Corey Black, of course."
NOBLE:
"Good to know... Well, you tell Mr. Corey Black, that I want to speak to him about this contract, and about my pay. Seeing as you can't help me find Karma Bishop, you might as well help me get to him. Tell him I want to discuss my contract, including pay, including merch, and including the championship that the man I defeated was given..."
HANK BROWN:
"I don't speak for him, but I don't think that's how things work. You gotta get in line..."
NOBLE:
"I've proven myself more than worthy. I defeated Odin, he is the champion! Michael X was the champion and was too afraid to face me last week. This week I put down Kid Dynamo effortlessly! So, yeah, I know there's a line, but the line starts BEHIND ME!"
HANK BROWN:
"Bo-- Bonnie--- Bonnie Blue has a uh--"
NOBLE:
"This is the second time I hear someone mention her tonight. What has she got?"
HANK BROWN:
"She has a Championship match against Odin Balfore at the next Pay Per View, WCF War."
NOBLE:
"What?! What about Noble Savage?!"
HANK BROWN:
"Y-- You-- You're IN the War match..."
SAVAGE:
"I'm IN the war match?! I've already proven that I am a future legend! I've already earned a shot at the championship!! Why do I have to go to war?! Those imbeciles have to be fighting for a chance to get behind me as contenders for the title!"
HANK BROWN:
"L-- Like I said, that's not how it works. You're actually lucky to even BE in the War match. You've only had a handfull of matches here, I mean--"
NOBLE:
"What about next week? Since you seem to know so much, do you know if Corey Black is gonna give me a shot at Karma Bishop at least?!"
HANK BROWN:
"Well, next week on Slam, you have a match against Bonnie Blue."
NOBLE:
"And there is number three. The THIRD time someone mentions her! So, wait... She's the number one contender, isn't she? All I have to do is stomp her and I'm on."
HANK BROWN:
"Well, easier said than done. She holds one of the stones, and... I mean, she's also a Guardian, so--
NOBLE:
"Not easier said than done. I know exactly what I need to do now. Ridding these days of the time witch will be easy as one... two... three."
Noble Savage starts walking toward the exit, and Hank Brown shouts to her as she leaves.
HANK BROWN:
"Hey before you go! Can I at least get a picture of you and that shirt? I gotta show it to the boys later!"
Noble Savage rolls her eyes and groans, but turns around and flashes a quick pose for Hank Brown's cell phone camera:
FADE TO BLACK
FREDDY WHOA:
"Here's some more footage of what took place after Slam went off the air!"
The words "WCF Network Exclusive" transition in, swooshing past the screen, and the scene opens up with with Hank Brown standing backstage, outside of a closed locker room.
HANK BROWN:
"Good evening everyone and thanks for tuning in. Hank Brown here with an exclusi--"
SAVAGE:
"WHERE IS SHE?!"
Hank Brown's words are interrupted by the voice of Noble Savage in full rage, but we do not see her. Her shout is followed by the sounds of metal pipes being thrown and glass shattering on the floors. Hank Brown seems shocked when he looks to the far right, and so the camera turns to see what he is looking at.
We see Noble Savage coming our way, knocking down and kicking everything she passes by along the way. She is approached by a young black man wearing a WCF shirt that says "CREW" on it.
CREW MEMBER:
"Where is who?"
Noble Savage stares an unamused dagger through this man after rolling her eyes and sternly asks:
SAVAGE:
"Who do you think?"
CREW MEMBER:
"Umm... Bonnie?"
SAVAGE:
"Bonnie? Why would I be looking for Bonnie?"
The crew member stutters a bit before attempting to answer her follow up question. But before he can even string a word together, Noble Savage swings an open-palm haymaker, slapping the ever living daylights out of him. The humble crew member spins like three times before finally falling onto a bed of production cables. Noble Savage now continues to walk, which brings her closer to Hank Brown. He sees his opportunity to speak to her, and takes it.
HANK BROWN:
"Excuse me, Noble Savage. You were in rare form tonight. You went out there and you made short work of Kid Dynamo. I gotta tell ya, I've been with this company since day one, and very few have made such a devastating impact at such an early stage of their career."
Noble Savage stops and looks at him as if extremely annoyed, letting her tongue press against the back of her teeth. She takes a deep breath and stares at the microphone that Hank Brown is now pointing at her chin.
SAVAGE:
"Was there a question in all of that? What are you expecting me to say to you?"
HANK BROWN:
"No, sorry. I mean, it's impressive. But you sure have been turning some heads up in management and I was assigned the privilege of bringing you the good news..."
SAVAGE:
"The only good news I need to hear right now, is that you know where Karma Bishop is."
HANK BROWN:
"I, uh... Well... No... She's not in the building any more, I know that. But the good news, which I think you need to hear is this... Now, you see this door behind me? That's your locker room. Congratulations, you're moving up!"
Noble Savage's neck twitches a little bit and her eyes tweak. A subtle smile washes over her face, but quickly falls victim to her usual deadpan.
NOBLE:
"What? Explain this nonsense to me, Hank... You congratulate me for finally having my own locker room assigned to me? Why? Because this means that now I'll be able to change in the arena and not take a cab or a public city bus wearing full wrestling gear? Or even worse, drag my bags around town and get dressed in the parking lot in front of everyone? What's a locker room, Hank? It means nothing to me. And while we're at it, why in the world would you come tell me about it AFTER the show is over and we have to head to the next city? I could have used this locker room before the show. You saw me sitting outside with my bags. You know what? Forget this. What I'm after is not in some locker room. Now, tell me where Karma is or--
HANK BROWN:
"You're also getting your first pay check this week. Not just that, you get limo service, so all those cabs and buses you mentioned aren't gonna be--
NOBLE:
"Back up... What's this first paycheck nonsense? I was told that my WCF contract paid me a ten-year salary in advance. I'm under
the impression that my bank account already had my funds deposited. What's this about a paycheck?"
HANK BROWN:
"I'm... Sorry, you're not under an extended contract yet. You're still on a week to week contract, and every five matches you get a paycheck."
NOBLE:
"I see... Excuse me a minute."
Noble Savage opens the door to the locker room and slams it shut. Hank Brown looks at the camera and shrugs his shoulders. After a few awkwardly silent minutes, the door to the locker room opens and Noble Savage steps out. She has changed out of her ring gear and is now wearing street clothes, but the shirt on her has the most confusing phrase Hank Brown has ever seen in his life.
HANK BROWN:
"You're back! Oh, but umm... What the fuck is up with that shirt?"
NOBLE:
"Watch your mouth, Hank. Those F-bombs might cost you your tongue."
HANK BROWN:
"Sorry. I forgot, you don't swear. But it's just... It makes absolutely no sense. Why would anyone wear that? Why would anyone even MAKE that shirt?"
NOBLE:
"I don't know. I didn't put anything in that locker room, but you say it's my locker room. So anything I find in there is automatically going to be mine. These ridiculous clothes were in there, so I put them on. Now I can get to the next show without having to wear my wrestling gear."
HANK BROWN:
"I... I'm sorry, but that shirt is just... I want to laugh my ass off, but at the same time I want to be offended."
NOBLE:
"Forget my shirt. Anyone ever tell you that you suck at interviews?"
HANK BROWN:
"No. Never. Nobody has ever said that to me. Not now, not once, not ever. Never, ever, in my career as a WCF correspondent, have I ever heard anyone say that. Never, ever, ever, ever... Well, twice."
NOBLE:
"Yeah. Okay, so, since you can't help me with my personal search and destroy mission, maybe you can help me with my business mission and explain this whole contract thing to me. Is that the real reason they are not giving me a Title Shot? Because they're afraid I might not be here that long to be the title holder? Because I'm per-diem? Hmm? Is that why? Whose neck do I have to wring to get a permanent contract?"
HANK BROWN:
"I would advise against neck-wringing, but the man you should talk to is the same man that is going to be granting you the limo service, the paid hotel rooms, this locker room, and the horribly confusing t-shirt, sheesh! It's Corey Black, of course."
NOBLE:
"Good to know... Well, you tell Mr. Corey Black, that I want to speak to him about this contract, and about my pay. Seeing as you can't help me find Karma Bishop, you might as well help me get to him. Tell him I want to discuss my contract, including pay, including merch, and including the championship that the man I defeated was given..."
HANK BROWN:
"I don't speak for him, but I don't think that's how things work. You gotta get in line..."
NOBLE:
"I've proven myself more than worthy. I defeated Odin, he is the champion! Michael X was the champion and was too afraid to face me last week. This week I put down Kid Dynamo effortlessly! So, yeah, I know there's a line, but the line starts BEHIND ME!"
HANK BROWN:
"Bo-- Bonnie--- Bonnie Blue has a uh--"
NOBLE:
"This is the second time I hear someone mention her tonight. What has she got?"
HANK BROWN:
"She has a Championship match against Odin Balfore at the next Pay Per View, WCF War."
NOBLE:
"What?! What about Noble Savage?!"
HANK BROWN:
"Y-- You-- You're IN the War match..."
SAVAGE:
"I'm IN the war match?! I've already proven that I am a future legend! I've already earned a shot at the championship!! Why do I have to go to war?! Those imbeciles have to be fighting for a chance to get behind me as contenders for the title!"
HANK BROWN:
"L-- Like I said, that's not how it works. You're actually lucky to even BE in the War match. You've only had a handfull of matches here, I mean--"
NOBLE:
"What about next week? Since you seem to know so much, do you know if Corey Black is gonna give me a shot at Karma Bishop at least?!"
HANK BROWN:
"Well, next week on Slam, you have a match against Bonnie Blue."
NOBLE:
"And there is number three. The THIRD time someone mentions her! So, wait... She's the number one contender, isn't she? All I have to do is stomp her and I'm on."
HANK BROWN:
"Well, easier said than done. She holds one of the stones, and... I mean, she's also a Guardian, so--
NOBLE:
"Not easier said than done. I know exactly what I need to do now. Ridding these days of the time witch will be easy as one... two... three."
Noble Savage starts walking toward the exit, and Hank Brown shouts to her as she leaves.
HANK BROWN:
"Hey before you go! Can I at least get a picture of you and that shirt? I gotta show it to the boys later!"
Noble Savage rolls her eyes and groans, but turns around and flashes a quick pose for Hank Brown's cell phone camera:
FADE TO BLACK
