Post by Noble Savage on Sept 26, 2018 15:17:42 GMT -5
Noble Savage Roleplay
WAR XVII
"Harmony"
Wordcount: 5,000
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We hear the sound of a lonely violin as we are presented with a black screen. The thick, hollow hums of this violin feel creepily soothing as the scene fades in.
Lady Abernathy is in the center of a wrestling ring, with the violin skillfully secured between the clutch of her hand and her stern chin. We see the surrounding seats in the arena. Every visible seat is empty and the rows are seemingly endless.
We fade to a distant view of the ring from far up in the cheap seats. Noble Savage enters our view and sits down on the highest row. She puts her feet up on the backrest of the seat in front of her as she looks at the far away ring.
NOBLE:
"More than thirty competitors... Zero competition. Not a single challenge. No threat..."
Noble Savage's left eye twitches a little and she slaps her neck, then rubs it. She speaks her next words through grinding teeth while running her fingers through the roots of her hair, gaining a bit of a raspy growl.
SAVAGE:
"This... Is... A Joke! Jayson Price is blatantly disrespecting me!"
With the burst of that last word, Noble Savage takes a deep breath and presses her lips together. She brings her hand above her mouth and covers it with a bit of anger. She exhales while blinking ever so slowly and a scoffing smile takes over her u decisive facial expressions as she brings her hand away from her face.
NOBLE:
"Or maybe he doesn't realize what he's doing... Take the good with the bad, I guess. Proper Equality Allows Controlled Emotions... PEACE... But who says there can be peace without War? That is the question that has unfortunately defined my life. I'm the definition of balance. The WCF is not at peace, and I doubt that it has ever been. But the simple fact that we have War to look forward to makes us reserve ourselves. We hold back our anger and frustration and look forward to the day in which we can unleash it all during that War match. But all of that pent up anger can only be contained for so long, and that was apparent at last Monday Night's SLAM. Some of us could not wait any longer and just blew up. Our collective hearts thrive for War, and we know that their is no peace without it. There is no love without hate. There is no happiness without sadness. And I would not be Noble if it weren't for Savage."
The raspy tone in her voice implies calmness, but the frantic way in which her facial expression fights itself between smiles and scoffs says otherwise. She seems angry and uneasy, almost saddened by the violin sounds in the background.
NOBLE:
"Love, Peace, and Happiness cannot exist without Hate, War, and Sadness. It's all balanced, just as natural as ups and downs. Perhaps my debut match against Eccentrix is my lowest down. My only loss. And that's something I have to redeem myself from. My encounter with Sparkles was abrupt and miscalculated. I was sloppy. I judged a book by its glittery cover and let him get the best of me. I have not made that mistake since. And now that I know what Eccentrix is made of, I have another ballad to dance with him. He was the first I faced in this industry, and he was lucky. But luck has run out. I'm no longer the Brandi who was trying to figure herself out. I'm now the Brandi who has defeated Gods , champions, witches, demons... I'm the Brandi that Eccentrix stands no chance against, and I will cross his name off the War list with the same X he uses to decorate his name with."
Noble Savage leans back on her seat and gets comfortable while pushing the seat in front of her with her foot.
NOBLE:
"And speaking of X's... A couple weeks ago, I was ready to sink my claws into Michael X, but the coward never showed. I was left there high and dry and never got the satisfaction of breaking him. And now he's not in the War match either. I won't get a chance to scratch that itch. How disappointing. I pray he shows as some sort of surprise.. I still want his blood."
Noble Savage rests her head back and closes her eyes. With a subtle closed mouth smile on her face, she lightly hums the same tone as the ominous violin for a few seconds. She lets out a giggle in appreciation for the tune.
NOBLE:
"Here's a insight; I'm a Cleric of Balance. I'm a firm believer in Harmony. I'm not a child of this industry. I made it here thanks to the power of balance. And while harmony does involve music, I believe it goes so much deeper than that. I didn't earn a nick name because of some sarcastic MMA trainer poking fun after making me tap. I wouldn't kill my own disabled brother just so I could have a story to tell. I don't go out there and brag about how intelligent or rich I'm... What I'm getting at is, I'm nothing like that thieving syphilitic parasite Stephen Singh... Jack or all Trades, master of none, only out here to blow his own horn and pat himself on the back. I'm here to fight as I've always fought."
Noble Savage brings her foot down and stands up straight, keeping her eyes locked in to the view of Lady Abernathy play g the violin in the distance. She takes to the steps and begins slowly walking down.
SAVAGE:
"Selfish to a fault, and incredulous, with a corrupted ego that could only be described as Brobdingnagian... But with a Lilliputian brain to balance things out. He prides himself on how smart he is and how much he has, but his intelligence is limited by the luxuries of this world. His mentality is set on putting others down simply to fuel his own ego, and that is the most scintillating evidence of an insecure soul. A soul that is out of touch with its host. A soul that lacks harmony. A soul that lacks awareness. I would be more than glad to yoke up that so-called Golden God with a true God Caller and send him back to the insalubrious soils from which his insipid seed has sprouted... And speaking of seeds..."
Noble Savage now notices a porcelain doll in one of the seats she passes. She stops and takes a step back to look at it. She sees that the porcelain doll is placed in a sitting position, holding a potted plant that sits between its legs. The potted plant has an ashy brown rose Withering in it, Noble Savage plucks it and looks at it closely with a grin.
SAVAGE:
"The seeds of the future lie buried in the past, but... Some bad seeds don't really sprout much farther from the past than they should. Some times there are seeds that become inextricably interwoven with the residual feces of the creatures that ravaged their wretched soils and simply putrefy into their own roots, thus creating something that can only be referred to as... The Hurt."
Noble Savage crushes the brittle plant in her hands and lets the dust fall over the Porcelain Doll. Noble Savage scoffs with a dull laugh before blowing the dust off the doll. Suddenly the doll's head turns to face Noble Savage.
PORCELAIN DOLL:
"The Hurt can be personified, Noble Savage. The Hurt are not only living in emotional pain, if given time they manifest as delusional husks."
Noble Savage shakes her head and speaks her next words with a pout.
SAVAGE:
"Well, then. Unfortunately for WCF, that delusional husk's name is Kurt Navarro, isn't it?"
PORCELAIN DOLL:
"Delusional husk or not, Kurt Navarro has managed to convince others of his falsehoods. He has gotten into the minds of his opponents and convinced them to believe what he too believes... That he is among the best. And just like that, they've lost before their encounters even took place. So beware The Hurt, for they will shower you with lies to confuse you, but they will mix lies with truths... To attack you..."
Noble Savage's amused facial expression falls to a deadpan stare as she nods her head at the porcelain doll. She turns away from it and brings her attention back to the ring and resumes her walk toward it, but this time in deep thought, and holding the pot full of dirt and withered leaves.
NOBLE:
"The Delusional Husk has gone out of his way to make it abundantly clear that he suffers from Histrionic Personality Disorder. Or at least I hope he has been trying to accomplish this purposely. Otherwise, he just as clueless as that muscle headed fool Ultimate Destroyer. But I'd like to give Kurt the benefit of the doubt. I'd like to think that he at least has enough common sense to know that he is in need of serious help. The man insists on calling himself the Best of the West, when he's not even the best in the west end of his own city. Knowing Histrionic Personality Disorders, he's probably already got a list that he's going to read off of, outlining how little he thinks of each War entrant... One by one... Trying to convince himself that he is better than everyone. Well, to a certain extent at least, because rumor has it Alex Richards will take that exact approach. But hey, I don't blame them... It would be difficult to find any competition without dissecting the roster that way. Let's he honest. There is no real threat in this place. Up until I showed up, the only person that was better than Navarro was on his side. But now things are different. His BFF Balfore will be busy with other problems that night. So, the only thing left for me to do is show this pathetic flesh Husk that he is not the greatness he has built in his head. To teach him that The Hurt is real, and it is not easily controlled."
The pot of dirt that Noble Savage is carrying suddenly cracks, as if her grip on it has been too tight. Wet dirt falls through and onto the floor, but among the dirt that falls there is a glimmering pebble. Noble Savage drops the remaining pieces from her hands and kneels to inspect the reflective seeds. She sees that there are two other shinny pieces of rock within the dirt, besides the one that grabbed her attention. She picks them out from within the muddy grains and rubs them between her fingers with a squint in her eyes.
SAVAGE:
"Three different undeveloped seeds... Makes perfect sense. See, I will be taking on three different types of people in this War Match; The weak, the hungry, and the Hurt."
Noble Savage blows dirt off her hand and cleans the three petrified seeds in the process. She holds her open palm up with the three shiny seeds in front of her face as she looks at them closely and continues to walk down.
SAVAGE:
"The weak play it safe. The weak hide, like John McCarty, and wait for the easy moment to strike. The weak are like Samuel McPherson, who think any win is a good win. The weak are boastful, like Eccentrix, trying to prove themselves worthy, albeit to themselves, to their opponents, or to the WCF Galaxy. Some are weaker than weak, so they are non factors. Teo Del Sol, for example, couldn't lace up my boots if Roy Speede was helping him. But then you have the hungry. Those are the ones you should watch. The hungry are the Kennedy Matthews' of the world, who are not concerned at all with the problems of the weak. They are out to destroy or be destroyed trying. The hungry are like James Wolf, who are never satisfied with what they have, they will always look at what others have, thus fueling their insecurities to a dangerous extent. The Hungry are those like Scott Slayer, who are forever in search for more. They will always want more than what they have. Unfortunately for Mr. Slayer, War is NOT a Rupaul Drag Race, so snapping your fingers in a circle and saying 'it's Time To Slay,' won't score the win. I will slay the Slayer and I will end the Hurt... Those that are hurt are in a constant state of shock. They seek relief from the pain, like Quinton Cross. He's had a rough life and now he's on so many drugs to end the hurt that he has convinced himself that he himself IS a drug. You are what you eat, but Quinton Cross is NO ONE's drug of choice. Kurt Navarro might benefit from this hallucinogens that Quinton Cross seems to be on, to relieve his own Hurt. Nothing is more real than Hurt, because once pain hits you, you're struck. The Hurt are desperate and will stoop to any level just to escape with their lives intact, even if by the skin of their teeth. But Kurt Navarro, unlike Quinton Cross, at least embraces the hurt, instead of drugging it. We've all had a rough upbringing, that's called life. Welcome to the real world, Quinton. Some of us allow the lessons of life make us weak. Some allow it to make us hungry. Some allow it to make us Hurt. But only a select few embrace the lessons and become the Savage. But None of these men have ever been in the ring with the likes of the Savage. The ring becomes a torture chamber once I'm in it and there is no escaping. Enter at your own will, but you will never leave on your own accord. The only way out is through me, and Mark my words, Hurt, I will reap the teeth that God has sown into your mouth... Case closed."
At the same time she speaks that last word, Noble Savage closes her palm, making a fist. This seemingly crushes the three hardened seeds, turning them into grainy dust. Noble Savage grinds the grains inside her fist, letting them fall at her feet as a more saddened expression takes over her.
NOBLE:
"Ashes to ashes, I guess. That's not just a motto, that is life. And I don't mean Marlboro Man's ashes. You come from dust and will return to dust. Because, what goes around comes around. And that's Karma. I believe there's more to her than that, and-- and-- and i..."
Noble Savage's left eye twitches and she stops walking. She grabs at her own head with her fingernails sinking into her skull and a fist full of hair. She breathes a bit heavy and a smile fights an angered expression on her face.
SAVAGE:
"I will GUT you, Dark Queen! I will maim anyone who tries to eliminate you before I get the satisfaction of disemboweling you! That means anyone and everyone in the ring at that time. My dinner, my treat. I expect everyone to back off! And I know those former Dark Carnival followers are all the same, so I have absolutely no problem whatsoever breaking Kylie Moore in half and beating Liliana Rose repeatedly with her remains. I have no problem breaking them BOTH in half just to emphasize the Four part of their team name. I know they don't care about you, but they better not get in my way! I want to see what you're made of, Karma Bishop! I want to see the inner workings of your anatomy spilling all over the ring. You owe me that much!"
Noble Savage runs her hand down her face, with her finger nails poking her skin as she takes deep breaths with a nervous smile. She then takes a seat on the steps she is walking and speaks her next words through a mixture of smiles and sad scoffs while rocking back and forth.
NOBLE:
"Your heart pumps your blood, which fuels your brain, which generates the electrical pulses that tell your heart to beat so that it may start the process and pump blood around your body all over again. This process takes less than a second, and you have no idea how complicated the super highway of your host really is, Karma. But the harmony that is kept within us, the mutual agreement between our heart and brain, makes it so that it happens effortlessly. I plan on bashing your head in until your brain forgets to remind your heart to beat!"
Noble Savage lets out an extended chuckle and the lights in this empty arena flicker. She looks up and around her with a Cheshire grin, then looks at the camera.
SAVAGE:
"With this same thought in mind, Dark Queen, remember Karma’s healing system, her immune system... None of it is yours. It is all Karma DeLuca's body. I will make sure there is no more of her left for you to inhabit. So close your eyes, and preview this; Me beating you out of this pathetic flesh creature. Then picture your insignificant soul, as it escapes from her body. From your view you will be able to see what I do to the rest of the War entrants. You will see a more complex system beyond Karma's. You'll see that balance is our nature. You will understand further than that, even as far our solar system. You will finally understand selective evolution, adaptation, and a plethora of other factors that make these 'systems' work the way they do. But the fact of the matter is, Dark Queen, that regardless of which aspect of life you are looking at, there is always an understanding between point A and point C, causing point B to manifest itself. War is that point B. What goes around, comes around. Only, this time, the ends aren't nearly as rewarding as the means."
With a side smirk, Noble Savage raises an eye brow. The lights flicker again, then go completely dark. A cigarette lighter sparks, giving us a view of Noble Savage's grinning face in this darkness.
SAVAGE:
"I don't smoke, I respect my lungs, but I do carry a lighter with me at all times just in case something, or someone, needs to get burned. So if you happen to be a Marlboro, man... You're just too easy to burn. And not in a pleasant way. But that's not your concern, is it Karma? Marlboro Man is a non factor in our system. But what is a 'system' without harmony and balance? Could it be chaos? Anarchy? Discord? That's what makes people like Night Rider and Scott Slayer the embodiment of all that is wrong with WCF. They are so blinded by the lights that in order for them to learn anything, we have to teach them in the dark. But imagine trying to teach an anarchist. It is like sending a blind man into a dark room to search for a black cat that was never even there to begin with. Peace is the absence of confusion. But Night Rider confuses it with the absence of compulsion. And Scott Slayer confuses it with anarchy... But the absence of compulsion is nothing but boundless freedom. Scott Slayer does not know what he is capable of. Night Rider sees harmony as an imprisonment. It is difficult to seep wisdom into those thick skulls. What kind of understanding do Scott Slayer and Night Rider need, to escape this ridiculous innocence? Is this how the saying 'ignorance is bliss' became famous?"
Noble Savage blows the flame of the lighter and it extinguishes. We hear a sinister chuckle being emitted by Noble Savage in the dark, followed by the next words:
NOBLE:
"Ignorance is not the absence of knowledge, it is the refusal of it."
The lights fade in back to normal and Noble Savage is seen once again continuing her walk down the steps through the empty seats. She reaches the floor level and gently runs the tip of her finger along the back of the back row of chairs.
SAVAGE:
"Ignorance is the cousin of arrogance. Much how Ernesto is the cousin of Ursula. Even though most people don't understand the Mustache family, I can clearly see through their entire facade. Ursula knows better than anyone that ignorance is bliss and so she has made sure that she shelters Beef, Buff, and Buff. Shows how good a job she has done when one of her sons is in jail, another is in a coma, and the other one will unfortunately feel the ravages of my wrath at the War match. But Mama Mustache will be there to protect her kid. At least that's what Buff Mustache can hope is the case. Personally, I doubt it. This perverted family is only interested in tasteless puns and innuendos, rather than victory or talent expression. So, it's obvious that the only reason Ursula threw her name in the War match was for the chance to be around so many men and women at once. This must remind her of the 1998 Denver Broncos fiasco. I heard that half the team lost their job after that perverted ritual. The other half are still feeling the effects. Some of those men are so afflicted that their kids are still being born with disfigurements to this very day. It would be foolish of any War entrant to try to getting close to either one of the participating Mustache Family members. Unless anyone has a desire to catch undiscovered sexually transmitted diseases, they will do well to stay away from them. So, no. I don't intend to eliminate them myself, unless otherwise provoked. I intend to focus on getting my hands on Karma Bishop and let the other less informed idiots get their hands infected with the Mustaches. Worse comes to worse, I can easily take out Ursula Mustache and be able to bathe myself in sanitizer after the match... And as far as Buff Mustache go... There's nothing a well placed boot under the pelvis can't fix because, simply put, when it comes to a fight, Buff is not my equal... Neither is Luke Force."
Noble Savage reaches the front row and brings her leg over the guard rail, stepping onto ringside. She begins pacing around the ring very slowly while looking up at Lady Abernathy with a smile.
SAVAGE:
"The Mustaches are the least of my worries in this. That ring will be a battlefield and the more I think about it, the less patient I become. Every participant in the match has to think they have a chance of winning, or else, why enter? The Archduke of Mass Confusion is the most confused one going into this. Alex Richards isn't half the man that Bonnie Blue is and he some how believes that he will accomplish what she could not... And that is get through me. People pretend they don't remember who he is, but the truth is they didn't forget him... They are just tired of him. Alex Richards would have the upper hand, with the time witch on his side. But instead of using all his resources to the best of his advantages, he chooses to simply reminisce on the days when he was still relevant. El Gran Grande Devorador De Planetas Gigantesco Behemotho doesn't even insist upon himself as much as Alex does. But Behemotho will be in there with his tag team partner Ainsley, and of course, those two are so ill-minded that it is almost guaranteed they will eliminate each other. Ainsley will probably eliminate Behemotho, and then himself. He seems to be the less incompetent if the two. Behemotho better hope his partner does, or else he will find himself at the bitter end of a Savage kick with no remorse. Two very big Spaniards will wish Estrella Luiz was part of the match, so that she can re-teach them ESL after I beat the English Language from their vocabularies. They will leave this match almost as confused as Alex Richards is going into it."
By the time Noble Savage reaches the steel steps at the corner of the ring, the violin music dies down and we are in complete silence. Her foot steps echo in this empty arena as she walks up the steps and enters the ring. Lady Abernathy is nowhere to be seen now, but her violin sits in the middle of the ring. Noble Savage begins to pace around inside the ring while looking out at all the empty seats.
NOBLE:
"But when Alex does come into this war, he will at least have a better chance of survival than he would if it were only me in his face. Alex Richards will see the likes of Ultimate Destroyer, who will most likely take part of the punishment that he has coming to him. Alex can easily hide behind someone like him. But I can run through Ultimate Destroyer just as easily as I can run through Samuel McPherson. Flesh is just flesh. And now that I'm at peace with the Savage, I will be the javelin that skewers those big for nothing sacks of flesh. The shish kabob made by my fist will consist of Lord Raab, Samuel McPherson, Ultimate Destroyer, Alex Richards, and Dune if he decides to regrow some guts and poke his pathetic masked head into this. And it will be force fed down the throat of Jayson Price, just to sober him up."
Noble Savage now stands in the middle of the ring, over the abandoned violin. A single chrome microphone is now lowered from the ceiling and into her hand. She gleefully grasps it and brings it close to her lips, causing slight feedback at the start of her next words.
SAVAGE:
“Do I have your attention now, Mr. Price? You've been overlooking me far too long, and now is the time in which you can no longer do so. I know defeating number one contenders and former champions doesn't automatically earn title shots, but it does mean I'm better than them. It means I'm above this War match, and you decided to add yourself as an entrant, which solidifies the fact that even YOU are beneath me. At War you will see dominance the likes of which even Logan himself has never imagined. And if he's the big surprise entrant you have up your sleeve then you better pray he is eliminated before I enter. Because I will send him into permanent retirement and your Multiple time War Winning Cash Cow will be no more. So who else can you throw in there to try unsuccessfully slow down my Warpath!? Kennedy Matthews is already as good as dead if she even gets in my face and she knows it, so it is certainly not her. She's a spoiled brat who doesn't know her rags from her riches and I'm not going to take it easy on a vane maggot like her. You can dig into your crates in search for someone who can stand a chance against me, or you can even employ that joke of a prince, Amos, to get the job done. He and Kennedy might even be able to double team me since they are both princesses. But at the end of the day, you know that ridiculously skinny man and his butler would crumble under the pressure of the God Caller. He's been a Prince all his life and instead of ascending to King, he comes here, abandoning his tribe. But maybe he didn't have a choice, if I was from the village he represents, I'd be ashamed to call him King myself. It isn't Noble to be better than anyone, or to be royalty for the simple title of Nobility. True Nobility is becoming greater than your former self. That's why Brandi Savage's only competition is Brandi Noble... Because my competition is in the mirror."
The camera zooms in. We get a close shot from the shoulders up, embracing her facial expressions.
SAVAGE:
"WCF, I stand HERE... Unmatched, unchallenged, and unequaled... THIS is a notice to anyone and everyone in heading into War... None of you are necessary! Even if Little Red Riding Hood's grandmother decided to lift up her skirt and show us that she is in fact James Wolf, and we are suddenly supposed to believe that the name Wolf is synonymous with War Winners, as if we don't know that the only reason that those eleven competitors even WON the War Match was because Noble Savage had not arrived. We as human beings are but small parts of a big picture, and it is the way we each live our individual lives that keeps this well-greased machine we call existence evolving. Lone Wolves do not evolve. No man is an island, we are but clods of dirt from the same continent and THAT is the most beautiful of harmonies: The harmony we unknowingly -and at times unwillingly- cater to, in order to help our selflessness flourish. But this place is filled with selfish loners out to prove a pointless point... My name is Noble Savage, and I'm here to mend you, or end you... Consider yourselves on Notice."
Camera pulls away and Noble Savage releases her grip from the chrome microphone, letting it be retracted back up. Noble Savage now picks up the violin and fiddle from the mat. She begins positions it between her shoulder and wrist into a playing stance and begins reproducing the same tune Lady Abernathy played before. A single spot light now shines on her as the rest of the arena lights dim down.
We fade to to black with the echoing violin tunes taking us out.
WAR XVII
"Harmony"
Wordcount: 5,000
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We hear the sound of a lonely violin as we are presented with a black screen. The thick, hollow hums of this violin feel creepily soothing as the scene fades in.
Lady Abernathy is in the center of a wrestling ring, with the violin skillfully secured between the clutch of her hand and her stern chin. We see the surrounding seats in the arena. Every visible seat is empty and the rows are seemingly endless.
We fade to a distant view of the ring from far up in the cheap seats. Noble Savage enters our view and sits down on the highest row. She puts her feet up on the backrest of the seat in front of her as she looks at the far away ring.
NOBLE:
"More than thirty competitors... Zero competition. Not a single challenge. No threat..."
Noble Savage's left eye twitches a little and she slaps her neck, then rubs it. She speaks her next words through grinding teeth while running her fingers through the roots of her hair, gaining a bit of a raspy growl.
SAVAGE:
"This... Is... A Joke! Jayson Price is blatantly disrespecting me!"
With the burst of that last word, Noble Savage takes a deep breath and presses her lips together. She brings her hand above her mouth and covers it with a bit of anger. She exhales while blinking ever so slowly and a scoffing smile takes over her u decisive facial expressions as she brings her hand away from her face.
NOBLE:
"Or maybe he doesn't realize what he's doing... Take the good with the bad, I guess. Proper Equality Allows Controlled Emotions... PEACE... But who says there can be peace without War? That is the question that has unfortunately defined my life. I'm the definition of balance. The WCF is not at peace, and I doubt that it has ever been. But the simple fact that we have War to look forward to makes us reserve ourselves. We hold back our anger and frustration and look forward to the day in which we can unleash it all during that War match. But all of that pent up anger can only be contained for so long, and that was apparent at last Monday Night's SLAM. Some of us could not wait any longer and just blew up. Our collective hearts thrive for War, and we know that their is no peace without it. There is no love without hate. There is no happiness without sadness. And I would not be Noble if it weren't for Savage."
The raspy tone in her voice implies calmness, but the frantic way in which her facial expression fights itself between smiles and scoffs says otherwise. She seems angry and uneasy, almost saddened by the violin sounds in the background.
NOBLE:
"Love, Peace, and Happiness cannot exist without Hate, War, and Sadness. It's all balanced, just as natural as ups and downs. Perhaps my debut match against Eccentrix is my lowest down. My only loss. And that's something I have to redeem myself from. My encounter with Sparkles was abrupt and miscalculated. I was sloppy. I judged a book by its glittery cover and let him get the best of me. I have not made that mistake since. And now that I know what Eccentrix is made of, I have another ballad to dance with him. He was the first I faced in this industry, and he was lucky. But luck has run out. I'm no longer the Brandi who was trying to figure herself out. I'm now the Brandi who has defeated Gods , champions, witches, demons... I'm the Brandi that Eccentrix stands no chance against, and I will cross his name off the War list with the same X he uses to decorate his name with."
Noble Savage leans back on her seat and gets comfortable while pushing the seat in front of her with her foot.
NOBLE:
"And speaking of X's... A couple weeks ago, I was ready to sink my claws into Michael X, but the coward never showed. I was left there high and dry and never got the satisfaction of breaking him. And now he's not in the War match either. I won't get a chance to scratch that itch. How disappointing. I pray he shows as some sort of surprise.. I still want his blood."
Noble Savage rests her head back and closes her eyes. With a subtle closed mouth smile on her face, she lightly hums the same tone as the ominous violin for a few seconds. She lets out a giggle in appreciation for the tune.
NOBLE:
"Here's a insight; I'm a Cleric of Balance. I'm a firm believer in Harmony. I'm not a child of this industry. I made it here thanks to the power of balance. And while harmony does involve music, I believe it goes so much deeper than that. I didn't earn a nick name because of some sarcastic MMA trainer poking fun after making me tap. I wouldn't kill my own disabled brother just so I could have a story to tell. I don't go out there and brag about how intelligent or rich I'm... What I'm getting at is, I'm nothing like that thieving syphilitic parasite Stephen Singh... Jack or all Trades, master of none, only out here to blow his own horn and pat himself on the back. I'm here to fight as I've always fought."
Noble Savage brings her foot down and stands up straight, keeping her eyes locked in to the view of Lady Abernathy play g the violin in the distance. She takes to the steps and begins slowly walking down.
SAVAGE:
"Selfish to a fault, and incredulous, with a corrupted ego that could only be described as Brobdingnagian... But with a Lilliputian brain to balance things out. He prides himself on how smart he is and how much he has, but his intelligence is limited by the luxuries of this world. His mentality is set on putting others down simply to fuel his own ego, and that is the most scintillating evidence of an insecure soul. A soul that is out of touch with its host. A soul that lacks harmony. A soul that lacks awareness. I would be more than glad to yoke up that so-called Golden God with a true God Caller and send him back to the insalubrious soils from which his insipid seed has sprouted... And speaking of seeds..."
Noble Savage now notices a porcelain doll in one of the seats she passes. She stops and takes a step back to look at it. She sees that the porcelain doll is placed in a sitting position, holding a potted plant that sits between its legs. The potted plant has an ashy brown rose Withering in it, Noble Savage plucks it and looks at it closely with a grin.
SAVAGE:
"The seeds of the future lie buried in the past, but... Some bad seeds don't really sprout much farther from the past than they should. Some times there are seeds that become inextricably interwoven with the residual feces of the creatures that ravaged their wretched soils and simply putrefy into their own roots, thus creating something that can only be referred to as... The Hurt."
Noble Savage crushes the brittle plant in her hands and lets the dust fall over the Porcelain Doll. Noble Savage scoffs with a dull laugh before blowing the dust off the doll. Suddenly the doll's head turns to face Noble Savage.
PORCELAIN DOLL:
"The Hurt can be personified, Noble Savage. The Hurt are not only living in emotional pain, if given time they manifest as delusional husks."
Noble Savage shakes her head and speaks her next words with a pout.
SAVAGE:
"Well, then. Unfortunately for WCF, that delusional husk's name is Kurt Navarro, isn't it?"
PORCELAIN DOLL:
"Delusional husk or not, Kurt Navarro has managed to convince others of his falsehoods. He has gotten into the minds of his opponents and convinced them to believe what he too believes... That he is among the best. And just like that, they've lost before their encounters even took place. So beware The Hurt, for they will shower you with lies to confuse you, but they will mix lies with truths... To attack you..."
Noble Savage's amused facial expression falls to a deadpan stare as she nods her head at the porcelain doll. She turns away from it and brings her attention back to the ring and resumes her walk toward it, but this time in deep thought, and holding the pot full of dirt and withered leaves.
NOBLE:
"The Delusional Husk has gone out of his way to make it abundantly clear that he suffers from Histrionic Personality Disorder. Or at least I hope he has been trying to accomplish this purposely. Otherwise, he just as clueless as that muscle headed fool Ultimate Destroyer. But I'd like to give Kurt the benefit of the doubt. I'd like to think that he at least has enough common sense to know that he is in need of serious help. The man insists on calling himself the Best of the West, when he's not even the best in the west end of his own city. Knowing Histrionic Personality Disorders, he's probably already got a list that he's going to read off of, outlining how little he thinks of each War entrant... One by one... Trying to convince himself that he is better than everyone. Well, to a certain extent at least, because rumor has it Alex Richards will take that exact approach. But hey, I don't blame them... It would be difficult to find any competition without dissecting the roster that way. Let's he honest. There is no real threat in this place. Up until I showed up, the only person that was better than Navarro was on his side. But now things are different. His BFF Balfore will be busy with other problems that night. So, the only thing left for me to do is show this pathetic flesh Husk that he is not the greatness he has built in his head. To teach him that The Hurt is real, and it is not easily controlled."
The pot of dirt that Noble Savage is carrying suddenly cracks, as if her grip on it has been too tight. Wet dirt falls through and onto the floor, but among the dirt that falls there is a glimmering pebble. Noble Savage drops the remaining pieces from her hands and kneels to inspect the reflective seeds. She sees that there are two other shinny pieces of rock within the dirt, besides the one that grabbed her attention. She picks them out from within the muddy grains and rubs them between her fingers with a squint in her eyes.
SAVAGE:
"Three different undeveloped seeds... Makes perfect sense. See, I will be taking on three different types of people in this War Match; The weak, the hungry, and the Hurt."
Noble Savage blows dirt off her hand and cleans the three petrified seeds in the process. She holds her open palm up with the three shiny seeds in front of her face as she looks at them closely and continues to walk down.
SAVAGE:
"The weak play it safe. The weak hide, like John McCarty, and wait for the easy moment to strike. The weak are like Samuel McPherson, who think any win is a good win. The weak are boastful, like Eccentrix, trying to prove themselves worthy, albeit to themselves, to their opponents, or to the WCF Galaxy. Some are weaker than weak, so they are non factors. Teo Del Sol, for example, couldn't lace up my boots if Roy Speede was helping him. But then you have the hungry. Those are the ones you should watch. The hungry are the Kennedy Matthews' of the world, who are not concerned at all with the problems of the weak. They are out to destroy or be destroyed trying. The hungry are like James Wolf, who are never satisfied with what they have, they will always look at what others have, thus fueling their insecurities to a dangerous extent. The Hungry are those like Scott Slayer, who are forever in search for more. They will always want more than what they have. Unfortunately for Mr. Slayer, War is NOT a Rupaul Drag Race, so snapping your fingers in a circle and saying 'it's Time To Slay,' won't score the win. I will slay the Slayer and I will end the Hurt... Those that are hurt are in a constant state of shock. They seek relief from the pain, like Quinton Cross. He's had a rough life and now he's on so many drugs to end the hurt that he has convinced himself that he himself IS a drug. You are what you eat, but Quinton Cross is NO ONE's drug of choice. Kurt Navarro might benefit from this hallucinogens that Quinton Cross seems to be on, to relieve his own Hurt. Nothing is more real than Hurt, because once pain hits you, you're struck. The Hurt are desperate and will stoop to any level just to escape with their lives intact, even if by the skin of their teeth. But Kurt Navarro, unlike Quinton Cross, at least embraces the hurt, instead of drugging it. We've all had a rough upbringing, that's called life. Welcome to the real world, Quinton. Some of us allow the lessons of life make us weak. Some allow it to make us hungry. Some allow it to make us Hurt. But only a select few embrace the lessons and become the Savage. But None of these men have ever been in the ring with the likes of the Savage. The ring becomes a torture chamber once I'm in it and there is no escaping. Enter at your own will, but you will never leave on your own accord. The only way out is through me, and Mark my words, Hurt, I will reap the teeth that God has sown into your mouth... Case closed."
At the same time she speaks that last word, Noble Savage closes her palm, making a fist. This seemingly crushes the three hardened seeds, turning them into grainy dust. Noble Savage grinds the grains inside her fist, letting them fall at her feet as a more saddened expression takes over her.
NOBLE:
"Ashes to ashes, I guess. That's not just a motto, that is life. And I don't mean Marlboro Man's ashes. You come from dust and will return to dust. Because, what goes around comes around. And that's Karma. I believe there's more to her than that, and-- and-- and i..."
Noble Savage's left eye twitches and she stops walking. She grabs at her own head with her fingernails sinking into her skull and a fist full of hair. She breathes a bit heavy and a smile fights an angered expression on her face.
SAVAGE:
"I will GUT you, Dark Queen! I will maim anyone who tries to eliminate you before I get the satisfaction of disemboweling you! That means anyone and everyone in the ring at that time. My dinner, my treat. I expect everyone to back off! And I know those former Dark Carnival followers are all the same, so I have absolutely no problem whatsoever breaking Kylie Moore in half and beating Liliana Rose repeatedly with her remains. I have no problem breaking them BOTH in half just to emphasize the Four part of their team name. I know they don't care about you, but they better not get in my way! I want to see what you're made of, Karma Bishop! I want to see the inner workings of your anatomy spilling all over the ring. You owe me that much!"
Noble Savage runs her hand down her face, with her finger nails poking her skin as she takes deep breaths with a nervous smile. She then takes a seat on the steps she is walking and speaks her next words through a mixture of smiles and sad scoffs while rocking back and forth.
NOBLE:
"Your heart pumps your blood, which fuels your brain, which generates the electrical pulses that tell your heart to beat so that it may start the process and pump blood around your body all over again. This process takes less than a second, and you have no idea how complicated the super highway of your host really is, Karma. But the harmony that is kept within us, the mutual agreement between our heart and brain, makes it so that it happens effortlessly. I plan on bashing your head in until your brain forgets to remind your heart to beat!"
Noble Savage lets out an extended chuckle and the lights in this empty arena flicker. She looks up and around her with a Cheshire grin, then looks at the camera.
SAVAGE:
"With this same thought in mind, Dark Queen, remember Karma’s healing system, her immune system... None of it is yours. It is all Karma DeLuca's body. I will make sure there is no more of her left for you to inhabit. So close your eyes, and preview this; Me beating you out of this pathetic flesh creature. Then picture your insignificant soul, as it escapes from her body. From your view you will be able to see what I do to the rest of the War entrants. You will see a more complex system beyond Karma's. You'll see that balance is our nature. You will understand further than that, even as far our solar system. You will finally understand selective evolution, adaptation, and a plethora of other factors that make these 'systems' work the way they do. But the fact of the matter is, Dark Queen, that regardless of which aspect of life you are looking at, there is always an understanding between point A and point C, causing point B to manifest itself. War is that point B. What goes around, comes around. Only, this time, the ends aren't nearly as rewarding as the means."
With a side smirk, Noble Savage raises an eye brow. The lights flicker again, then go completely dark. A cigarette lighter sparks, giving us a view of Noble Savage's grinning face in this darkness.
SAVAGE:
"I don't smoke, I respect my lungs, but I do carry a lighter with me at all times just in case something, or someone, needs to get burned. So if you happen to be a Marlboro, man... You're just too easy to burn. And not in a pleasant way. But that's not your concern, is it Karma? Marlboro Man is a non factor in our system. But what is a 'system' without harmony and balance? Could it be chaos? Anarchy? Discord? That's what makes people like Night Rider and Scott Slayer the embodiment of all that is wrong with WCF. They are so blinded by the lights that in order for them to learn anything, we have to teach them in the dark. But imagine trying to teach an anarchist. It is like sending a blind man into a dark room to search for a black cat that was never even there to begin with. Peace is the absence of confusion. But Night Rider confuses it with the absence of compulsion. And Scott Slayer confuses it with anarchy... But the absence of compulsion is nothing but boundless freedom. Scott Slayer does not know what he is capable of. Night Rider sees harmony as an imprisonment. It is difficult to seep wisdom into those thick skulls. What kind of understanding do Scott Slayer and Night Rider need, to escape this ridiculous innocence? Is this how the saying 'ignorance is bliss' became famous?"
Noble Savage blows the flame of the lighter and it extinguishes. We hear a sinister chuckle being emitted by Noble Savage in the dark, followed by the next words:
NOBLE:
"Ignorance is not the absence of knowledge, it is the refusal of it."
The lights fade in back to normal and Noble Savage is seen once again continuing her walk down the steps through the empty seats. She reaches the floor level and gently runs the tip of her finger along the back of the back row of chairs.
SAVAGE:
"Ignorance is the cousin of arrogance. Much how Ernesto is the cousin of Ursula. Even though most people don't understand the Mustache family, I can clearly see through their entire facade. Ursula knows better than anyone that ignorance is bliss and so she has made sure that she shelters Beef, Buff, and Buff. Shows how good a job she has done when one of her sons is in jail, another is in a coma, and the other one will unfortunately feel the ravages of my wrath at the War match. But Mama Mustache will be there to protect her kid. At least that's what Buff Mustache can hope is the case. Personally, I doubt it. This perverted family is only interested in tasteless puns and innuendos, rather than victory or talent expression. So, it's obvious that the only reason Ursula threw her name in the War match was for the chance to be around so many men and women at once. This must remind her of the 1998 Denver Broncos fiasco. I heard that half the team lost their job after that perverted ritual. The other half are still feeling the effects. Some of those men are so afflicted that their kids are still being born with disfigurements to this very day. It would be foolish of any War entrant to try to getting close to either one of the participating Mustache Family members. Unless anyone has a desire to catch undiscovered sexually transmitted diseases, they will do well to stay away from them. So, no. I don't intend to eliminate them myself, unless otherwise provoked. I intend to focus on getting my hands on Karma Bishop and let the other less informed idiots get their hands infected with the Mustaches. Worse comes to worse, I can easily take out Ursula Mustache and be able to bathe myself in sanitizer after the match... And as far as Buff Mustache go... There's nothing a well placed boot under the pelvis can't fix because, simply put, when it comes to a fight, Buff is not my equal... Neither is Luke Force."
Noble Savage reaches the front row and brings her leg over the guard rail, stepping onto ringside. She begins pacing around the ring very slowly while looking up at Lady Abernathy with a smile.
SAVAGE:
"The Mustaches are the least of my worries in this. That ring will be a battlefield and the more I think about it, the less patient I become. Every participant in the match has to think they have a chance of winning, or else, why enter? The Archduke of Mass Confusion is the most confused one going into this. Alex Richards isn't half the man that Bonnie Blue is and he some how believes that he will accomplish what she could not... And that is get through me. People pretend they don't remember who he is, but the truth is they didn't forget him... They are just tired of him. Alex Richards would have the upper hand, with the time witch on his side. But instead of using all his resources to the best of his advantages, he chooses to simply reminisce on the days when he was still relevant. El Gran Grande Devorador De Planetas Gigantesco Behemotho doesn't even insist upon himself as much as Alex does. But Behemotho will be in there with his tag team partner Ainsley, and of course, those two are so ill-minded that it is almost guaranteed they will eliminate each other. Ainsley will probably eliminate Behemotho, and then himself. He seems to be the less incompetent if the two. Behemotho better hope his partner does, or else he will find himself at the bitter end of a Savage kick with no remorse. Two very big Spaniards will wish Estrella Luiz was part of the match, so that she can re-teach them ESL after I beat the English Language from their vocabularies. They will leave this match almost as confused as Alex Richards is going into it."
By the time Noble Savage reaches the steel steps at the corner of the ring, the violin music dies down and we are in complete silence. Her foot steps echo in this empty arena as she walks up the steps and enters the ring. Lady Abernathy is nowhere to be seen now, but her violin sits in the middle of the ring. Noble Savage begins to pace around inside the ring while looking out at all the empty seats.
NOBLE:
"But when Alex does come into this war, he will at least have a better chance of survival than he would if it were only me in his face. Alex Richards will see the likes of Ultimate Destroyer, who will most likely take part of the punishment that he has coming to him. Alex can easily hide behind someone like him. But I can run through Ultimate Destroyer just as easily as I can run through Samuel McPherson. Flesh is just flesh. And now that I'm at peace with the Savage, I will be the javelin that skewers those big for nothing sacks of flesh. The shish kabob made by my fist will consist of Lord Raab, Samuel McPherson, Ultimate Destroyer, Alex Richards, and Dune if he decides to regrow some guts and poke his pathetic masked head into this. And it will be force fed down the throat of Jayson Price, just to sober him up."
Noble Savage now stands in the middle of the ring, over the abandoned violin. A single chrome microphone is now lowered from the ceiling and into her hand. She gleefully grasps it and brings it close to her lips, causing slight feedback at the start of her next words.
SAVAGE:
“Do I have your attention now, Mr. Price? You've been overlooking me far too long, and now is the time in which you can no longer do so. I know defeating number one contenders and former champions doesn't automatically earn title shots, but it does mean I'm better than them. It means I'm above this War match, and you decided to add yourself as an entrant, which solidifies the fact that even YOU are beneath me. At War you will see dominance the likes of which even Logan himself has never imagined. And if he's the big surprise entrant you have up your sleeve then you better pray he is eliminated before I enter. Because I will send him into permanent retirement and your Multiple time War Winning Cash Cow will be no more. So who else can you throw in there to try unsuccessfully slow down my Warpath!? Kennedy Matthews is already as good as dead if she even gets in my face and she knows it, so it is certainly not her. She's a spoiled brat who doesn't know her rags from her riches and I'm not going to take it easy on a vane maggot like her. You can dig into your crates in search for someone who can stand a chance against me, or you can even employ that joke of a prince, Amos, to get the job done. He and Kennedy might even be able to double team me since they are both princesses. But at the end of the day, you know that ridiculously skinny man and his butler would crumble under the pressure of the God Caller. He's been a Prince all his life and instead of ascending to King, he comes here, abandoning his tribe. But maybe he didn't have a choice, if I was from the village he represents, I'd be ashamed to call him King myself. It isn't Noble to be better than anyone, or to be royalty for the simple title of Nobility. True Nobility is becoming greater than your former self. That's why Brandi Savage's only competition is Brandi Noble... Because my competition is in the mirror."
The camera zooms in. We get a close shot from the shoulders up, embracing her facial expressions.
SAVAGE:
"WCF, I stand HERE... Unmatched, unchallenged, and unequaled... THIS is a notice to anyone and everyone in heading into War... None of you are necessary! Even if Little Red Riding Hood's grandmother decided to lift up her skirt and show us that she is in fact James Wolf, and we are suddenly supposed to believe that the name Wolf is synonymous with War Winners, as if we don't know that the only reason that those eleven competitors even WON the War Match was because Noble Savage had not arrived. We as human beings are but small parts of a big picture, and it is the way we each live our individual lives that keeps this well-greased machine we call existence evolving. Lone Wolves do not evolve. No man is an island, we are but clods of dirt from the same continent and THAT is the most beautiful of harmonies: The harmony we unknowingly -and at times unwillingly- cater to, in order to help our selflessness flourish. But this place is filled with selfish loners out to prove a pointless point... My name is Noble Savage, and I'm here to mend you, or end you... Consider yourselves on Notice."
Camera pulls away and Noble Savage releases her grip from the chrome microphone, letting it be retracted back up. Noble Savage now picks up the violin and fiddle from the mat. She begins positions it between her shoulder and wrist into a playing stance and begins reproducing the same tune Lady Abernathy played before. A single spot light now shines on her as the rest of the arena lights dim down.
We fade to to black with the echoing violin tunes taking us out.
