Post by Noble Savage on Sept 29, 2018 22:21:43 GMT -5
Noble Savage is seen playing the violin in the middle of the ring with a single spot light shining on her in this empty dark arena.
The lights come on abruptly, and she is interrupted by the suddenly rushing Hank Brown, who came down the ramp and now hurries up the steel steps, entering the ring with a microphone in hand.
He is breathing quite heavy and Noble Savage looks him up and down with a perplexed expression. She raises an eyebrow while groaning out her next words.
NOBLE:
"What in world are you doing here?".
HANK BROWN:
"About the War Match..."
NOBLE:
"Okay, you need to either spit it out, leave, or catch a boot in the mouth. Your choice. This better be important."
HANK BROWN:
"Two... Things...."
Hank Brown leans against Noble Savage's shoulder trying to catch his breath. Noble Savage rolls her eyes while trying to remain patient.
HANK BROWN
"Okay, listen... Two things... I have some bad news, and... And a Luke Force Mix Tape . Which one do you want to hear first?"
Noble Savage bursts out laughing while Hank Brown stands there looking confused. Noble Savage doubles over while still laughing and then sighs. She breathes in deep and waves the violin fiddle, dismissing Hank Brown, speaking her next words through chuckles.
SAVAGE:
"Get out of my face before i kick your head clean off your shoulders, little man."
Hank Brown begins to slowly walk away with his head down. Noble Savage notices this and can't help but feel slight intrigue for what he had to say. She grunts before speaking through her breath with her eyes closed.
NOBLE:
"Okay, Hank. Before you leave, what's the bad news?"
Hank Brown stops and shamefully expresses his deeply concerning news.
HANK BROWN:
"Tha-- that I actually paid for a Luke Force Mix Tape."
He resumes walking with his head down while continuing to talk to himself.
HANK BROWN:
"I mean, I don't know what I was thinking, first this poppin off record nonsense with an overhyped hype man named Quinton and now this talentless mumble rap stuff from this stripper looking Buff clone, and the beat is surprisingly even more trash than the lyrics, why did I ever buy this crap. Somethings seriously wrong with me if..."
Noble Savage looks absolutely unamused with a dead expression on her face. Hank Brown finishes exiting the ring and walks up the ramp with his head slumped over as Noble Savage looks on with anger. She shakes her head and then brings the violin and fiddle to a playing stance as the scene fades to black.
The lights come on abruptly, and she is interrupted by the suddenly rushing Hank Brown, who came down the ramp and now hurries up the steel steps, entering the ring with a microphone in hand.
He is breathing quite heavy and Noble Savage looks him up and down with a perplexed expression. She raises an eyebrow while groaning out her next words.
NOBLE:
"What in world are you doing here?".
HANK BROWN:
"About the War Match..."
NOBLE:
"Okay, you need to either spit it out, leave, or catch a boot in the mouth. Your choice. This better be important."
HANK BROWN:
"Two... Things...."
Hank Brown leans against Noble Savage's shoulder trying to catch his breath. Noble Savage rolls her eyes while trying to remain patient.
HANK BROWN
"Okay, listen... Two things... I have some bad news, and... And a Luke Force Mix Tape . Which one do you want to hear first?"
Noble Savage bursts out laughing while Hank Brown stands there looking confused. Noble Savage doubles over while still laughing and then sighs. She breathes in deep and waves the violin fiddle, dismissing Hank Brown, speaking her next words through chuckles.
SAVAGE:
"Get out of my face before i kick your head clean off your shoulders, little man."
Hank Brown begins to slowly walk away with his head down. Noble Savage notices this and can't help but feel slight intrigue for what he had to say. She grunts before speaking through her breath with her eyes closed.
NOBLE:
"Okay, Hank. Before you leave, what's the bad news?"
Hank Brown stops and shamefully expresses his deeply concerning news.
HANK BROWN:
"Tha-- that I actually paid for a Luke Force Mix Tape."
He resumes walking with his head down while continuing to talk to himself.
HANK BROWN:
"I mean, I don't know what I was thinking, first this poppin off record nonsense with an overhyped hype man named Quinton and now this talentless mumble rap stuff from this stripper looking Buff clone, and the beat is surprisingly even more trash than the lyrics, why did I ever buy this crap. Somethings seriously wrong with me if..."
Noble Savage looks absolutely unamused with a dead expression on her face. Hank Brown finishes exiting the ring and walks up the ramp with his head slumped over as Noble Savage looks on with anger. She shakes her head and then brings the violin and fiddle to a playing stance as the scene fades to black.
