Speed Demon
Nov 18, 2018 23:59:46 GMT -5
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Post by Noble Savage on Nov 18, 2018 23:59:46 GMT -5
Noble Savage Roleplay
SLAM 11/19/2018
Noble Savage vs Night Rider
"Speed Demon"
Word Count: 2041
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The scene opens up with the close up of a car tire, spinning at a blurring speed. The camera slowly pans out and we see more of the car itself, as it speeds through the wet inner city roads on this wet drizzling night.
This red Honda civic's motor roars through the night as it drifts to make a sharp turn through a narrow alley. It barely misses a dumpster in its way and flies out the next street, abruptly interrupting ongoing traffic but quickly blending in.
The little red car now blows through one set of red lights after another. A sharp left turn brings the speeding vehicle into a more quiet road, leading to a bridge just past a set of railroad tracks.
The train is coming and the rain is starting to pour. We see the red Honda speed up, but the train seems to be fast approaching. The rain drops are barely able to splash on the high spoiler of this car due to its excessive speed. The speed of the train is doubly so, and there is no room for error if this car is going to make it across.
The red Honda zooms through over the railroad tracks at the same time that the train pases, and... CRASH!!! The car breaks through the railway gates and the train misses it by a quarter of a centimeter.
Coming past the bridge, the Honda makes another sharp turn, and this time into more desolate road. It is a wide clearing of what would normally be a dirt road, but due to the heavy rain it is now a slush mud fest. The speeding car kicks up mud and dirt as we now see a small crowd in the distance where two blonde girls in soaked white t shirts hold out a stretched banner that reads "FINISH".
The crowd is divided, making it an obvious gateway for the speeding car to target. We can start to hear the cheer of the crowd blending in with the splash of the heavy rain in the dirt road, when suddenly a pitch black car bullies its way into the picture, going surprisingly faster than the red Honda.
This black car is a 1982 Pontiac Firebird and it is unrelenting. It has a scrolling neon light on the grille, but is what it has in the back that is most unusual. The rear exhaust pipe clicks to open wider and loses its tip, then a roaring blare lets off an overwhelming burst of wild flames. This causes the red Honda to slow its progress, and the black Pontiac blasts through the finish line.
The awaiting crowd goes absolutely nuts, cheering and celebrating the victory of the Pontiac Firebird. The Pontiac spins a donut circle before coming to a hard stop, and the door opens. A man dressed in leather steps out wearing a black helmet.
Out of the crowd, comes a brunette latina, who resembles Melissa Santos, and approaches the driver to hand him a briefcase.
BRUNETTE:
"Congratulations. Not gonna lie, none of us thought a Pontiac could beat a Honda. But i guess nothings impossible for good ol' Nicholas Might."
NICHOLAS MIGHT:
"Thanks, Gloribel. A hundred grand is always a great motivator. But I still think I could've done better."
GLORIBEL:
"First place is first place, Nick. Can't get any better."
With a smirk, Nicholas Might takes the briefcase and raises it high, igniting another loud cheer from the crowd. The driver then puts the briefcase on the hood of his car and clicks it open. We see that the briefcase is packed tightly with nothing but one hundred dollar bills.
Suddenly we hear the roar of an engine, loud enough to hush the crowd. Nicholas Might closes the briefcase upon hearing this, unbuckles his helmet, and removes it from his head, then turns around to look for the source of this noise.
Just as we see that Nicholas Might has a shocking resemblance to a crew-cut haired David Hasselhoff, we also see the awe in the reflection of his eyes...
What he is looking at is the reflective chrome body of a 2003 Dodge Tomahawk, with actual flames flowing from its motor and muffler.
A, female dressed in a tight leather body suit is sitting on this monster of a motorcycle, wearing a black helmet, and holding a briefcase just like the one he was awarded. She throws the briefcase at Nicholas Might and it lands just at his feet as she removes her helmet to reveal that she is Noble Savage.
NOBLE:
"There's another hundred grand in there for ya if you can outrun me."
NICHOLAS MIGHT:
"Hey, I know who you are... You're that weird girl from the wrestling shows. This is a bit out of your league don't you think? Why don't you go back to playing with spells and potions or whatever it is you do when you're not talking to demons and getting your ass kicked in the ring..."
Gloribel looks at both of them, a bit hesitant at first, but reaches down for the briefcase on the floor and picks it up.
GLORIBEL:
"Now, wait a minute Nick. She just issued a challenge... And fronted the prize... You can't just say no. You gotta do this."
NICHOLAS MIGHT:
"No, that's out... KETT and I only race other cars, not that, uh, whatever that thing is."
NOBLE:
"KETT? Did you just call your car KETT?"
GLORIBEL:
"KETT is Nick's modified racer, it stands for Kill Every Trail Taken."
NICHOLAS MIGHT:
"Yes, and I ain't Night Rider, so you should just get on out of here and go train for the match you got against him instead."
SAVAGE:
"How about you get in that little car and race me and I might consider letting you walk out of this with both legs?"
Gloribel now grabs the briefcase that she had give Nicholas Might and steps back while holding both briefcases. Nicholas Might is obviously upset and tries to reach for the briefcase but she steps back farther. Two larger men step in from beside her, blocking Nicholas Might.
NICHOLAS MIGHT:
"Oh, are you kidding me? This chick shows up after I already won and you give her a shot at my prize? You're no better than WCF, Gloribel! The same way they GAVE her a shot at the championship for One, you're gonna GIVE her a shot without her earning it--
SAVAGE:
"You watch your mouth, mister. I was not given anything. Everything I have, I have gotten myself! I fought, brutalized, incapacitated, and ended forty other wrestlers in order to even be mentioned in the same conversation as the Time Witch and the All Father! I have bled and sweat far too much to be where I'm at to have a little man like you say that it was given to me. So watch your mouth or that consideration I mentioned is off the table."
NICHOLAS MIGHT:
"Look, no disrespect or a anything, but you're not into this kinda stuff. This isn't your life style. I'm a WCF fan myself and I have seen every single one of your promos. Quite frankly, none of them have ever involved you in this type of situation or even hanging with the likes of us. So forgive me if I am a little skeptical, but this is shady. I don't know your reasoning for being here but I don't trust it."
NOBLE:
"It's Night Rider."
NICHOLAS MIGHT:
"What is?"
NOBLE:
"My reason for being here... I need to understand what it is that he loves about night ridin' so that I can identify which God it is that I need to make him call."
NICHOLAS MIGHT:
"Oh, bullshit! You beat the guy on your second match in that place! Wasn't he your first win?"
NOBLE:
"That, he was. I was weak and inexperienced. I messed up the God Caller on him and ended up pinning him instead of making him call his God. That incurred the wrath of Odin, and now we are back full circle. I gotta face him again, but this time, I so not want to incur the wrath of no God's, so I need to make sure he calls for his God the right way. I want nothing to do with Odin so I can't mess this up. Bonnie is already gonna take care of Odin and that's that. I need to summon the God's that the Angel of Death prays to. So that's why I'm here, Nicholas. To get a better view of the riders of the night, and prevent my first win from becoming my second loss."
Nicholas Might shakes his head and looks down. He tries to get a word out to Gloribel but hesitates. He finally speaks to Noble Savage again.
NICHOLAS MIGHT:
"Well I have no choice do I? But this isn't fair. You are quite literally on a motorcycle asking for a car race! A motorcycle, might I add, that is ILLEGAL in every country in the world."
At that point, Gloribel interjects and shouts her opinion.
GLORIBEL:
"Nobody gives a fuck whats legal or not! Have you seen what we do here? Ain't none of this legal, bruh!"
Nicholas Might raises an eyebrow and glances at Gloribel, then shakes his head and shrugs his shoulders while walking around his car. He puts his helmet on and gets in. Noble Savage smirks and gives Gloribel a wink before putting her helmet on and revving the Tomahawk's engines.
Gloribel smiles fiendishly as a blue glow flashes over her eyes and she gives the briefcases to the two large men that stood in front of her. One of them hands her agjn and she walks toward the starting line.
The two vehicles revv up and Gloribel points the gun up at the sky.
GLORIBEL:
"On your marks... Get set..."
POW!
With the pull of the trigger, KETT takes off, kicking up dust and dirt, while Noble Savage's Tomahawk does its best at keeping up. Noble Savage pops a wheelie, getting slightly more ahead but they are not too apart. Noble Savage grunts when the bike straightens back forth.
SAVAGE:
"Woo hoo! Hell yeah, this is what I call a thrill ride!"
NOBLE:
"I'm just thrilled that no one noticed that was Lady Abernathy's cloak mist over Bonnie Blue, making her only look like Gloribel."
SAVAGE:
"Haha! No one suspects a thing. No worries. They're clueless! Just like Night Rider! The dude has his head buried so deep in the sand that he's almost finding water. Don't you remember our last encounter?"
NOBLE:
"We beat him."
SAVAGE:
"No... I beat him... You tried slapping your sloppy God Caller and he wiggled off, so I had to take over and pin him!"
NOBLE:
"I gotta admit, things are a little easier when you're in the driver's seat."
SAVAGE:
"Like now?"
Noble Savage once again pops a wheelie, this time getting in front of the Firebird. She grinds on the handles, causing a gaseous fire to spew out from the exhaust and onto KETT.
NOBLE:
"What are you doing?!"
SAVAGE:
"Taste of his own medicine! Haha!"
Nicholas Might loses control of his vehicle and serves off the road, crashing into a nearby building. A large ball of flame emits and Noble Savage laughs as she keeps riding.
NOBLE:
"We were supposed to summon the God that the angels of death pray to!"
SAVAGE:
"Well if death don't summon them I don't know what will."
NOBLE:
"Remember what the Demon of Life taught us..."
SAVAGE:
"Way ahead of you... Check this out!"
Noble Savage kicks the speed up on the Tomahawk and the surroundings become a blur. The lights become smears and the sounds blow into silence.
Suddenly a fellow bike zooms in next to her. The person riding this bike is dressed in all leather and has a long chain wrapped around his body, with his head just a flaming skull. Noble Savage looks at him and winks.
FLAMING SKULL:
"Excelsior!"
The flaming skull rider pops a wheelie and rides in high speed into the distance. Noble Savage smirks and shakes her head.
SAVAGE:
"Excelsior indeed... So much for an angel of death."
SLAM 11/19/2018
Noble Savage vs Night Rider
"Speed Demon"
Word Count: 2041
----------------------------------------------------
The scene opens up with the close up of a car tire, spinning at a blurring speed. The camera slowly pans out and we see more of the car itself, as it speeds through the wet inner city roads on this wet drizzling night.
This red Honda civic's motor roars through the night as it drifts to make a sharp turn through a narrow alley. It barely misses a dumpster in its way and flies out the next street, abruptly interrupting ongoing traffic but quickly blending in.
The little red car now blows through one set of red lights after another. A sharp left turn brings the speeding vehicle into a more quiet road, leading to a bridge just past a set of railroad tracks.
The train is coming and the rain is starting to pour. We see the red Honda speed up, but the train seems to be fast approaching. The rain drops are barely able to splash on the high spoiler of this car due to its excessive speed. The speed of the train is doubly so, and there is no room for error if this car is going to make it across.
The red Honda zooms through over the railroad tracks at the same time that the train pases, and... CRASH!!! The car breaks through the railway gates and the train misses it by a quarter of a centimeter.
Coming past the bridge, the Honda makes another sharp turn, and this time into more desolate road. It is a wide clearing of what would normally be a dirt road, but due to the heavy rain it is now a slush mud fest. The speeding car kicks up mud and dirt as we now see a small crowd in the distance where two blonde girls in soaked white t shirts hold out a stretched banner that reads "FINISH".
The crowd is divided, making it an obvious gateway for the speeding car to target. We can start to hear the cheer of the crowd blending in with the splash of the heavy rain in the dirt road, when suddenly a pitch black car bullies its way into the picture, going surprisingly faster than the red Honda.
This black car is a 1982 Pontiac Firebird and it is unrelenting. It has a scrolling neon light on the grille, but is what it has in the back that is most unusual. The rear exhaust pipe clicks to open wider and loses its tip, then a roaring blare lets off an overwhelming burst of wild flames. This causes the red Honda to slow its progress, and the black Pontiac blasts through the finish line.
The awaiting crowd goes absolutely nuts, cheering and celebrating the victory of the Pontiac Firebird. The Pontiac spins a donut circle before coming to a hard stop, and the door opens. A man dressed in leather steps out wearing a black helmet.
Out of the crowd, comes a brunette latina, who resembles Melissa Santos, and approaches the driver to hand him a briefcase.
BRUNETTE:
"Congratulations. Not gonna lie, none of us thought a Pontiac could beat a Honda. But i guess nothings impossible for good ol' Nicholas Might."
NICHOLAS MIGHT:
"Thanks, Gloribel. A hundred grand is always a great motivator. But I still think I could've done better."
GLORIBEL:
"First place is first place, Nick. Can't get any better."
With a smirk, Nicholas Might takes the briefcase and raises it high, igniting another loud cheer from the crowd. The driver then puts the briefcase on the hood of his car and clicks it open. We see that the briefcase is packed tightly with nothing but one hundred dollar bills.
Suddenly we hear the roar of an engine, loud enough to hush the crowd. Nicholas Might closes the briefcase upon hearing this, unbuckles his helmet, and removes it from his head, then turns around to look for the source of this noise.
Just as we see that Nicholas Might has a shocking resemblance to a crew-cut haired David Hasselhoff, we also see the awe in the reflection of his eyes...
What he is looking at is the reflective chrome body of a 2003 Dodge Tomahawk, with actual flames flowing from its motor and muffler.
A, female dressed in a tight leather body suit is sitting on this monster of a motorcycle, wearing a black helmet, and holding a briefcase just like the one he was awarded. She throws the briefcase at Nicholas Might and it lands just at his feet as she removes her helmet to reveal that she is Noble Savage.
NOBLE:
"There's another hundred grand in there for ya if you can outrun me."
NICHOLAS MIGHT:
"Hey, I know who you are... You're that weird girl from the wrestling shows. This is a bit out of your league don't you think? Why don't you go back to playing with spells and potions or whatever it is you do when you're not talking to demons and getting your ass kicked in the ring..."
Gloribel looks at both of them, a bit hesitant at first, but reaches down for the briefcase on the floor and picks it up.
GLORIBEL:
"Now, wait a minute Nick. She just issued a challenge... And fronted the prize... You can't just say no. You gotta do this."
NICHOLAS MIGHT:
"No, that's out... KETT and I only race other cars, not that, uh, whatever that thing is."
NOBLE:
"KETT? Did you just call your car KETT?"
GLORIBEL:
"KETT is Nick's modified racer, it stands for Kill Every Trail Taken."
NICHOLAS MIGHT:
"Yes, and I ain't Night Rider, so you should just get on out of here and go train for the match you got against him instead."
SAVAGE:
"How about you get in that little car and race me and I might consider letting you walk out of this with both legs?"
Gloribel now grabs the briefcase that she had give Nicholas Might and steps back while holding both briefcases. Nicholas Might is obviously upset and tries to reach for the briefcase but she steps back farther. Two larger men step in from beside her, blocking Nicholas Might.
NICHOLAS MIGHT:
"Oh, are you kidding me? This chick shows up after I already won and you give her a shot at my prize? You're no better than WCF, Gloribel! The same way they GAVE her a shot at the championship for One, you're gonna GIVE her a shot without her earning it--
SAVAGE:
"You watch your mouth, mister. I was not given anything. Everything I have, I have gotten myself! I fought, brutalized, incapacitated, and ended forty other wrestlers in order to even be mentioned in the same conversation as the Time Witch and the All Father! I have bled and sweat far too much to be where I'm at to have a little man like you say that it was given to me. So watch your mouth or that consideration I mentioned is off the table."
NICHOLAS MIGHT:
"Look, no disrespect or a anything, but you're not into this kinda stuff. This isn't your life style. I'm a WCF fan myself and I have seen every single one of your promos. Quite frankly, none of them have ever involved you in this type of situation or even hanging with the likes of us. So forgive me if I am a little skeptical, but this is shady. I don't know your reasoning for being here but I don't trust it."
NOBLE:
"It's Night Rider."
NICHOLAS MIGHT:
"What is?"
NOBLE:
"My reason for being here... I need to understand what it is that he loves about night ridin' so that I can identify which God it is that I need to make him call."
NICHOLAS MIGHT:
"Oh, bullshit! You beat the guy on your second match in that place! Wasn't he your first win?"
NOBLE:
"That, he was. I was weak and inexperienced. I messed up the God Caller on him and ended up pinning him instead of making him call his God. That incurred the wrath of Odin, and now we are back full circle. I gotta face him again, but this time, I so not want to incur the wrath of no God's, so I need to make sure he calls for his God the right way. I want nothing to do with Odin so I can't mess this up. Bonnie is already gonna take care of Odin and that's that. I need to summon the God's that the Angel of Death prays to. So that's why I'm here, Nicholas. To get a better view of the riders of the night, and prevent my first win from becoming my second loss."
Nicholas Might shakes his head and looks down. He tries to get a word out to Gloribel but hesitates. He finally speaks to Noble Savage again.
NICHOLAS MIGHT:
"Well I have no choice do I? But this isn't fair. You are quite literally on a motorcycle asking for a car race! A motorcycle, might I add, that is ILLEGAL in every country in the world."
At that point, Gloribel interjects and shouts her opinion.
GLORIBEL:
"Nobody gives a fuck whats legal or not! Have you seen what we do here? Ain't none of this legal, bruh!"
Nicholas Might raises an eyebrow and glances at Gloribel, then shakes his head and shrugs his shoulders while walking around his car. He puts his helmet on and gets in. Noble Savage smirks and gives Gloribel a wink before putting her helmet on and revving the Tomahawk's engines.
Gloribel smiles fiendishly as a blue glow flashes over her eyes and she gives the briefcases to the two large men that stood in front of her. One of them hands her agjn and she walks toward the starting line.
The two vehicles revv up and Gloribel points the gun up at the sky.
GLORIBEL:
"On your marks... Get set..."
POW!
With the pull of the trigger, KETT takes off, kicking up dust and dirt, while Noble Savage's Tomahawk does its best at keeping up. Noble Savage pops a wheelie, getting slightly more ahead but they are not too apart. Noble Savage grunts when the bike straightens back forth.
SAVAGE:
"Woo hoo! Hell yeah, this is what I call a thrill ride!"
NOBLE:
"I'm just thrilled that no one noticed that was Lady Abernathy's cloak mist over Bonnie Blue, making her only look like Gloribel."
SAVAGE:
"Haha! No one suspects a thing. No worries. They're clueless! Just like Night Rider! The dude has his head buried so deep in the sand that he's almost finding water. Don't you remember our last encounter?"
NOBLE:
"We beat him."
SAVAGE:
"No... I beat him... You tried slapping your sloppy God Caller and he wiggled off, so I had to take over and pin him!"
NOBLE:
"I gotta admit, things are a little easier when you're in the driver's seat."
SAVAGE:
"Like now?"
Noble Savage once again pops a wheelie, this time getting in front of the Firebird. She grinds on the handles, causing a gaseous fire to spew out from the exhaust and onto KETT.
NOBLE:
"What are you doing?!"
SAVAGE:
"Taste of his own medicine! Haha!"
Nicholas Might loses control of his vehicle and serves off the road, crashing into a nearby building. A large ball of flame emits and Noble Savage laughs as she keeps riding.
NOBLE:
"We were supposed to summon the God that the angels of death pray to!"
SAVAGE:
"Well if death don't summon them I don't know what will."
NOBLE:
"Remember what the Demon of Life taught us..."
SAVAGE:
"Way ahead of you... Check this out!"
Noble Savage kicks the speed up on the Tomahawk and the surroundings become a blur. The lights become smears and the sounds blow into silence.
Suddenly a fellow bike zooms in next to her. The person riding this bike is dressed in all leather and has a long chain wrapped around his body, with his head just a flaming skull. Noble Savage looks at him and winks.
FLAMING SKULL:
"Excelsior!"
The flaming skull rider pops a wheelie and rides in high speed into the distance. Noble Savage smirks and shakes her head.
SAVAGE:
"Excelsior indeed... So much for an angel of death."
