Time to Sleigh 🛷
Dec 16, 2018 19:47:07 GMT -5
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Post by Noble Savage on Dec 16, 2018 19:47:07 GMT -5
Noble Savage Roleplay
WCF Monday Night SLAM 12/17/18
Noble Savage vs. Scott Slayer
"Time to Sleigh"
Word Count: 3,819
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We are greeted by the presence of a black screen with the words:
"SLAY BELLS RINGING"
Fading in with crimson splatters surrounding it. The eerie echoing voice of Noble Savage with whispering echoes is heard as the words fade back to black.
NOBLE SAVAGE:
"It was the night before Slam, and through West Virginia... A Savage was silent, and swift as a Ninja... While a self proclaimed Slayer, couldn't slay, hurt, or injure... The demons inside me scorned the devil within ya..."
Now we slowly fade in from the pitch black screen to see te icy rain and sleet mercilessly stab the road with impetuous influence. The cloudy evening is grey and the slow-moving traffic on Interstate 64 is hosting an even darker shade of grey through the visage of muddy slush being kicked up by the sluggish vehicles.
Among the various sedans, trucks, and SUV's, we see a black stretch limousine with tinted windows. Our camera view transitions to a perspective from inside the limo, where Noble Savage sits staring out the closed window, admiring the icy conditions.
NOBLE:
"If this traffic was any slower, we'd be going backwards."
No one responds to Noble Savage's comment, but she chuckles as if someone did. With a slight grin, Noble Savage looks to the front of the limo and addresses the driver.
NOBLE:
"Speaking of backwardness.... Have you seen who my next opponent IS? Haha! That dude from Detroit. The one who got all offended when I tweeted about his home town that time."
At that point, the divider window rolls down and we see Lady Abernathy is driving the limo, complete with chauffeur's hat. Lady Abernathy does not respond to Noble Savage verbally, but does make eye contact with her through the rear view mirror and offers a sly smirk. Noble Savage scoffs and looks out the window again as if saddened in deep thought.
NOBLE:
"It seems good ol' Stevie Singh is trying to work me back down the totem pole. I came in looking for a way to drive away the Savage spirit that was possessing me. I moved forward, but as the old covenant used to say... Heaven must have had too much traffic because we are still stuck in hell walking backward. That's why I'm here, booked against Scott Slayer, a man who should be facing others in his league, show openers, not main eventers. I was here pushing forward. I moved past the phase that Scott Slayer is stuck in. I learned the hard way, by defeating demons and false Gods, that in order to defeat the Demon Within, I must first become the demon without. In becoming the solution, I came to embrace my inner demon and our bond grew... I moved forward again.“
Noble Savage shifts her eye sight to focus on the faint reflection of her own face on the window rather than looking outside. A wide grin manifests itself on her face and her next words are spoken with a raspy voice and eerie undertone.
SAVAGE:
"Of course I moved forward! Unlike Scott Slayer, I always advance. And that's when the Time Witch came in to the picture... With her dark knowledge, and your guidance, Lady, I was then able to accept my destiny as The Soul Witch, and come to understand myself as well, showing Noble she and I are not that much different... We want the same things, we just... Have a different way of getting them. That's how I became the Cleric of Balance. I guess what I am trying to say is that I've grown a lot since being that newbie who threw away her first match in hopes that the Savage would be beaten outta her. I went on to prove to the world who Brandi Savage was, and with the help of Brandi Noble, I drove out the schizo, retired the man child, dethroned the false God, and that still wasn't enough to prove to Price that I was worthy of a championship match. I never claimed to be anything I wasn't, I simply came in an showed the world. I never claimed to be an anarchist or a rebel, I never claimed to hate authority, and I never once proclaimed it to be Time to Slay... I simply destroyed and humiliated every opponent put in front of me... And still... I'm here... Scheduled to face the one wrestler who as made more claims than anyone else in the business, but has yet to back up any of them. See, Jayson Price is the problem. HE REFUSES to give me the title shot that was rightfully MINE and now he's letting Singh knock me down to the proving ground stages of the company and facing me against the most humble and most law abiding 'anarchist' this side of the Mississippi."
It has become slightly darker now, since the sun has set. The moon seems bright although not quite full as it hides behind the clouds but still shines through. The grin on Noble Savage's face has by now died and she seems very angered, growling her next words with a sneer.
SAVAGE:
"LOOK, in my warpath, I defeated three former world Champions as well as the two main eventers of War....I went on to defeat every single wrestler in WCF at the time in the War pay per view myself... But this... This is my new opponent? The so-called controversial and treacherous Scott Slayer who instead of creating controversy or treachery, has taken a back seat to Kennedy Matthews? Allowing himself to be the third wheel in the romance she has going on with someone who in the past pledged alliegence to the Guardians? A man who considers himself dangerous, yet all he has ever done is bow his head down in respect and fear toward others?"
The look of anger escapes her face and suddenly she snaps into an almost trance-like stare at the air in front of her, shifting her eyes left to right as if trying to re align her own thoughts. The raspy hiss of her voice is somewhat gone when her next words flow from her dark red lips with pity.
NOBLE:
"Some Slayer he turned out to be. How can anyone call himself Slayer when he has never in his life Slayed anyone, or anything at all for that matter? If he wants to know what Time to Slay even looks like, then have him look no further than my unmatched display of aggression at Helloween. Or even my chaotic dominance if the entire WCF roster at War... Even though Steven Singh and Jayson Price are doing everything in their power to dim my shine, I earned a guaranteed One on One championship match at One, because that's what I set out to do. You see, I have done everything Scott Slayer promises that he will and never delivers. It was my honor to have that Mach against Bonnie Blue, so you better believe I went out of my way to make sure the guardians defeated Odins crew of flunkies to get her that belt... Because I am the tried and true Slayer of the WCF. All was aligned and set up the way we planned but then... Stephen Singh had to be the apple of discord and try to disband the Guardians. We kicked him out, he felt bitter, got himself a corporate seat and pit me and Alex against one another... The idiot has it out for us and he will eventually get what's coming to him, just you wait. But if throwing Scott Slayer on my plate is his way of slapping me in the face, then I will devour Scott Slayer and lick the plate clean. Scott Slayer will be the sacrificial message that I will send to the authority figured of WCF.
A sinister chuckle washed over the last couple of words as Noble Savage seems to have become amused with herself. With a smirk of her matte burgundy lips, she nearly sings her next words with a fiery condescension.
SAVAGE:
"The same authority figures that Scott Slayer claims to hate, and the same authority figures that are using him to spite me. Scott Slayer is just a puppet in their string and it is unfortunate for him to be fed to me at the wrong time. He will be used as an example for Price and Singh to show a little more respect to the number ONE Contender and the WCF Champion."
Noble Savage takes a deep breath now and exhales a profound sigh. She shakes her head while returning her attention to the weather outside the limo.
NOBLE:
"But I'm facing a wanna be anarchist without a single ounce of initiative for insurrection in his blood! Power corrupts, but absolute power corrupts absolutely. Instead of keeping me in the main event picture, they have me bringing attention to lesser talent in the earlier parts if the show. Just how instead of allowing One to be the season of the witch... The first ever historic One main evented by women... He had to add Odin and Alex to the mix... To take away MY moment! The moment I have been working so hard for since setting foot in the WCF! Making me look face to face at the man who has been stuck in the loop of no advancement that they tried to trap ME in! Putting me in the squared circle with someone stuck behind the rebuilt walls that I broke through to get to where I am to this day!"
Noble Savage's facial expressions morph back and forth between angered and saddened as she seems to be fighting an internal war as to how to feel about her upcoming match.
SAVAGE:
"To this DAY! TO THIS DAY!"
NOBLE:
"On one hand, I feel worse than anyone can imagine. Having to be the one who ends this rising talents career."
SAVAGE:
"On the other hand, The Guardians are the only ones who I would ever dare throw a match for."
NOBLE:
"Kennedy Matthews is not doing a very good job of bringing the chaotic nature out of this guy, but if it were me, I woul-
SAVAGE:
"I WOULD SLAY THEM BOTH! I can easily disembowel Scott Slayer and I can break Kennedy Matthews too if Bonnie Blue wasn't already assigned to it. There isn't a single living creature on this earth, in hell, or in heaven that deserves mercy or pity from Noble Savage! So allowing Alex Richards to get the win was a one time thing. This time, The Savage takes over, and this time I show Stephen Singh that he was lucky to have been away from the ring the last time he was a non Guardian! Tell Singh to take a good look at the rising talent now, because when I am done with Scott Slayer, he will be mangled beyond recognition and unable to compete. His before and after pictures are going to look like one of those 'this is your brain on drugs' commercials from back in the days."
Noble Savage laughs silently to herself. She scoots over to the opposite window and looks outside from there, noticing that the icy rain is becoming snow. She shakes her head and groans at the fact that traffic is now at a complete stand still.
NOBLE:
"I swear these people don't know how to drive. They get a little bit of snow and start driving like it's the end of the world. The last time I saw these many morons in a jam I was in Detroit admiring how pathetic Scott Slayer's home town is. At the rate we're going I might not even make it to my match on time. It's Monday Night Slam, not Wednesday night Slam or whatever night Noble Savage arrives Slam. I have a very special brand of beating to offer Scotty, and I sure as Judas ain't gonna deliver it late."
Noble Savage opens the limo door and exits. Upon slamming the door behind her, she zips up her black leather bomber jacket, then starts walking forward through the halted traffic with her hands in her pockets.
The thinly layered snow on the ground fully melts under every step she takes, leaving behind a hissing steam to surround her heavily buckled knee high boots. When she speaks her next words, a similar cloud of steam escapes through her dark red lips and she lightly glances at the camera as if speaking directly to the viewer.
NOBLE:
"I kinda feel bad for you, Scott. There's only one way to the top here in the WCF, and you're going about it all wrong. The WCF is a mountain I've climbed faster than any other superstar in the history of the sport. While some are just about to leap on to the summit of the mountain top, you're still just wading your feet in the muddy waters of the valley at the base of that same mountain. You haven't even begun your upward climb, and at times I wonder if you even know where the mountain is. Well, it's up here, Scott, congratulations, you're looking at her."
With a click of her tongue, Noble Savage offers a wink and a smirk as she walks awa from the motionless vehicles and into the leafless woods on the side of the road. She hops over a small ditch and begins walking uphill going deeper into the woods.
SAVAGE:
"I AM the MOUNTAIN! Scott Slayer, you're being directly addressed by the most malevolent entity in this business and you have my undivided attention, so I better have yours, and hear this! I am the edifice that stands tall above every opponent you have ever faced, I am the fear that your most feared foes dread."
Noble Savage chuckles as she grabs on to a tree branch to pull herself forth. The tree branch snakes itself around her hand, causing a firmer grip, allowing Noble Savage to lunge herself to the top of the hill. She looks around after giving a thankful nod to the sentient tree that's now behind her, then continues to walk forward.
SAVAGE:
"Face it, Mr. Slayer, you have made a career out of losing to members of the roster that have crumbled beneath my feet! You have not faced anyone of significance as of yet, but still you have fallen to them all just the same. So, this match is going to end one of two ways... Either Savage wins the match and you leave West Virginia in a hearst... Or the best case scenario, Noble bears you and you leave the Big Sandy Superstore Arena strapped to a gurney inside an ambulance instead.
Noble Savage continues her wall through the woods and her voice calms a bit with a slight twitch of her neck muscle. She takes a deep breath and exhales a misty cloud of steam before stringing her next words together.
NOBLE:
"But since you are facing off against Noble Savage, who is the very most ruthless competitor in the business, you might at least learn something if you do make it out alive. Let that Lesson be this... On the road to the top, there are side tracks, there are distractions, but some times, you have got to take the path less traveled. And you, my Victimless Criminal, are doing it all wrong. You're following the pattern and formulas that work for those who want to remain in the lukewarm stages of their career. The woman who decided to take you under her wing is one tough cookie, I'll give her that. She has had quite the year in the WCF but she has allowed herself to become distracted from the real prize. See unlike your mentor, I refuse to let my time be wasted on lesser championships. She's seemingly proud to be in the Television Championship picture or even the Hardcore Title conversation. Not me, I came in to this thing with one purpose and one purpose only, and that was to find the true balance within me and my inner--
SAVAGE:
"That purpose was take down the ones that are at the top! To become the ONLY one at the top, to the point in which I AM the top! If I had stopped along the way to pick up every little title or gem I saw, I'd still by down there with the likes of your Guidance Counselor. And you should thank me for that, Scott, because if I was down there where she is she'd be down even lower where you are, and that means you would be completely out of the WCF picture entirely! So me, SLAYING the top names in the WCF successfully opened the door for the likes of you to come in and theoretically slay all the sorry names at the bottom, but... You fail to execute. You fail so badly, in fact, that you're tailing along at the backside of Kennedy Matthews and you still don't see the bigger picture. You're in way over your head in this match, and the morning after Monday Night Slam is when you're going to realize it... When you get slapped into consciousness by the hand of the God that I'll force you to call upon, and He says to you...
'Wake up, Scotty. The time to Slay is up. The Soul Witch sent you back to me and now you're safe again.'
NOBLE:
"The one thing that bothers me is that the Time Witch, Bonnie Blue is the one who decides what Time it is and what it's for, yet you come in here telling people it's time to slay, and not even realize that the REASON it hasn't been time to slay is because the Time Witch hasn't decided it... Sure, this week she's busy teaching your 'sister' a lesson in humility, for trying unsuccessfully to steal her Hardcore Queen moniker, but I'm sure she would have loved to address you... When ever she deemed the Time was right to slay... But seeing as your end is imminent, I am the one who is tasked with sending you to your maker with the lesson learned... The Time Witch will be pleased with the Soul Witch's work. And that impostor calling herself Hardcore Queen will meet the real Hardcore Queen fsce to face and be forced to bow."
The snow is much more persistent now and Noble Savage is melting her steps through the increasingly icy grounds. She comes to the other side of the woods, next to another highway, but in this one, the reason why all the cars are stopped is evident...
There is blood all over the icy road as well as a few caribous that seem to be injured and bleeding. It is difficult to tell how many there are but only three of them are moving and struggling trying to get on their feet.
Noble Savage walks through the bloody mess of animals, following the rope that ties them to one another and ends up at a broken sleigh. There is a tall and fat man with a long white beard, wearing all red, on his knees, seemingly attempting to repair the cracked carriage.
NOBLE:
"Don't you think they've suffered enough?"
Without raising his head, the fat man offers a chuckle before responding.
FAT MAN:
"Oh no no... We haven't started working Yet. I've got a loooong trip ahead of me, and of course as everyone knows, i--
Noble Savage by now dashes through the snow and springboards off the sleigh, delivering the mother of all Tomb Seekers to the jolly old fellow. His skull cracks and blood flies in every direction.
SAVAGE:
"If Lady Abernathy knew you were working these animals she would have your head herself. No one disrespects nature on the Nature Witch's watch. I just saved your poor soul, you're welcome... But you, Scott Slayer... Nobody will save your soul when you're in that ring with me. You will wish your fate was the same as this primitive charlatan. I would wish you a merry Christmas, but where you're going, every day is Christmas. You'll be sharing a table with big baby Jesus himself for all eternity."
Noble Savage sits in the one horse open sleigh, and swings the whips, which seems to fully heal the elks, but it's odd because they do not seem like themselves, they seem rather confused, as other spirits have just inhabited their bodies.
SAVAGE:
"Okay, ya bunch of decrepit souls, it's TIME TO SLEIGH! On Karma, on Mikey, on Estrella, on Eccentrix... On Dynamo, on Teddy, Gravedigger and Kaz Mazy, full speed ahead and take lets go to the Big Sandy! Hear those SLAY BELLS RINGING! It's Scott Slayer for whom the bell tolls, and the bloodbath causing all this traffic will be nothing compared to what I make of him in the ring!"
Noble Savage laughs obnoxiously as the reindeer pick up wind and begin to galloping into the air, pulling her up with the carriage and taking off.
The back of Lady Abernathy's head is seen looking up at the flying chariot with a pleased grin as we transition fade to a view from where Noble Savage sits. It is very quiet and very peaceful. Noble Savage's eyes slightly close as she takes a deep breath. She opens her eyes wide with a Cheshire grin while letting out the exhale.
SAVAGE:
"I love this time of year... Time for peace, happiness, love, joy... It makes souls easier to target. And I see a lot of joy in the heart of Scott Slayer, unfortunately... It seems he's not half the loose cannon he says he is. So with this, I deliver the greatest gift of all... You either stand up, or you stand down. I will kot allow there to be a self proclaimed anarchist running around my WCF without him answering to me first. Once we make it to the arena, I will personally deliver his present to up close and personal... It will be a good old fashioned spirit shattering God Caller with the little Slayer boy weeping the carol of the bells at the receiving end of it. Oh baby it cold outside, but in the heart of the Savage within me it's even colder. So let's see you slay your way out of this one, big man... I will have you screaming as loud as you can... And just when Scott thought it was safe to throw hands... It's his turn to be slayed, I will see you at SLAM..."
Another deep bellied maniacal laugh escapes the wind pipes of Noble Savage as she whips the seemingly possessed reindeer in front of her and flies past the waxing gibbous moon above the thickening clouds beneath her sleigh and we fade to black.
WCF Monday Night SLAM 12/17/18
Noble Savage vs. Scott Slayer
"Time to Sleigh"
Word Count: 3,819
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We are greeted by the presence of a black screen with the words:
"SLAY BELLS RINGING"
Fading in with crimson splatters surrounding it. The eerie echoing voice of Noble Savage with whispering echoes is heard as the words fade back to black.
NOBLE SAVAGE:
"It was the night before Slam, and through West Virginia... A Savage was silent, and swift as a Ninja... While a self proclaimed Slayer, couldn't slay, hurt, or injure... The demons inside me scorned the devil within ya..."
Now we slowly fade in from the pitch black screen to see te icy rain and sleet mercilessly stab the road with impetuous influence. The cloudy evening is grey and the slow-moving traffic on Interstate 64 is hosting an even darker shade of grey through the visage of muddy slush being kicked up by the sluggish vehicles.
Among the various sedans, trucks, and SUV's, we see a black stretch limousine with tinted windows. Our camera view transitions to a perspective from inside the limo, where Noble Savage sits staring out the closed window, admiring the icy conditions.
NOBLE:
"If this traffic was any slower, we'd be going backwards."
No one responds to Noble Savage's comment, but she chuckles as if someone did. With a slight grin, Noble Savage looks to the front of the limo and addresses the driver.
NOBLE:
"Speaking of backwardness.... Have you seen who my next opponent IS? Haha! That dude from Detroit. The one who got all offended when I tweeted about his home town that time."
At that point, the divider window rolls down and we see Lady Abernathy is driving the limo, complete with chauffeur's hat. Lady Abernathy does not respond to Noble Savage verbally, but does make eye contact with her through the rear view mirror and offers a sly smirk. Noble Savage scoffs and looks out the window again as if saddened in deep thought.
NOBLE:
"It seems good ol' Stevie Singh is trying to work me back down the totem pole. I came in looking for a way to drive away the Savage spirit that was possessing me. I moved forward, but as the old covenant used to say... Heaven must have had too much traffic because we are still stuck in hell walking backward. That's why I'm here, booked against Scott Slayer, a man who should be facing others in his league, show openers, not main eventers. I was here pushing forward. I moved past the phase that Scott Slayer is stuck in. I learned the hard way, by defeating demons and false Gods, that in order to defeat the Demon Within, I must first become the demon without. In becoming the solution, I came to embrace my inner demon and our bond grew... I moved forward again.“
Noble Savage shifts her eye sight to focus on the faint reflection of her own face on the window rather than looking outside. A wide grin manifests itself on her face and her next words are spoken with a raspy voice and eerie undertone.
SAVAGE:
"Of course I moved forward! Unlike Scott Slayer, I always advance. And that's when the Time Witch came in to the picture... With her dark knowledge, and your guidance, Lady, I was then able to accept my destiny as The Soul Witch, and come to understand myself as well, showing Noble she and I are not that much different... We want the same things, we just... Have a different way of getting them. That's how I became the Cleric of Balance. I guess what I am trying to say is that I've grown a lot since being that newbie who threw away her first match in hopes that the Savage would be beaten outta her. I went on to prove to the world who Brandi Savage was, and with the help of Brandi Noble, I drove out the schizo, retired the man child, dethroned the false God, and that still wasn't enough to prove to Price that I was worthy of a championship match. I never claimed to be anything I wasn't, I simply came in an showed the world. I never claimed to be an anarchist or a rebel, I never claimed to hate authority, and I never once proclaimed it to be Time to Slay... I simply destroyed and humiliated every opponent put in front of me... And still... I'm here... Scheduled to face the one wrestler who as made more claims than anyone else in the business, but has yet to back up any of them. See, Jayson Price is the problem. HE REFUSES to give me the title shot that was rightfully MINE and now he's letting Singh knock me down to the proving ground stages of the company and facing me against the most humble and most law abiding 'anarchist' this side of the Mississippi."
It has become slightly darker now, since the sun has set. The moon seems bright although not quite full as it hides behind the clouds but still shines through. The grin on Noble Savage's face has by now died and she seems very angered, growling her next words with a sneer.
SAVAGE:
"LOOK, in my warpath, I defeated three former world Champions as well as the two main eventers of War....I went on to defeat every single wrestler in WCF at the time in the War pay per view myself... But this... This is my new opponent? The so-called controversial and treacherous Scott Slayer who instead of creating controversy or treachery, has taken a back seat to Kennedy Matthews? Allowing himself to be the third wheel in the romance she has going on with someone who in the past pledged alliegence to the Guardians? A man who considers himself dangerous, yet all he has ever done is bow his head down in respect and fear toward others?"
The look of anger escapes her face and suddenly she snaps into an almost trance-like stare at the air in front of her, shifting her eyes left to right as if trying to re align her own thoughts. The raspy hiss of her voice is somewhat gone when her next words flow from her dark red lips with pity.
NOBLE:
"Some Slayer he turned out to be. How can anyone call himself Slayer when he has never in his life Slayed anyone, or anything at all for that matter? If he wants to know what Time to Slay even looks like, then have him look no further than my unmatched display of aggression at Helloween. Or even my chaotic dominance if the entire WCF roster at War... Even though Steven Singh and Jayson Price are doing everything in their power to dim my shine, I earned a guaranteed One on One championship match at One, because that's what I set out to do. You see, I have done everything Scott Slayer promises that he will and never delivers. It was my honor to have that Mach against Bonnie Blue, so you better believe I went out of my way to make sure the guardians defeated Odins crew of flunkies to get her that belt... Because I am the tried and true Slayer of the WCF. All was aligned and set up the way we planned but then... Stephen Singh had to be the apple of discord and try to disband the Guardians. We kicked him out, he felt bitter, got himself a corporate seat and pit me and Alex against one another... The idiot has it out for us and he will eventually get what's coming to him, just you wait. But if throwing Scott Slayer on my plate is his way of slapping me in the face, then I will devour Scott Slayer and lick the plate clean. Scott Slayer will be the sacrificial message that I will send to the authority figured of WCF.
A sinister chuckle washed over the last couple of words as Noble Savage seems to have become amused with herself. With a smirk of her matte burgundy lips, she nearly sings her next words with a fiery condescension.
SAVAGE:
"The same authority figures that Scott Slayer claims to hate, and the same authority figures that are using him to spite me. Scott Slayer is just a puppet in their string and it is unfortunate for him to be fed to me at the wrong time. He will be used as an example for Price and Singh to show a little more respect to the number ONE Contender and the WCF Champion."
Noble Savage takes a deep breath now and exhales a profound sigh. She shakes her head while returning her attention to the weather outside the limo.
NOBLE:
"But I'm facing a wanna be anarchist without a single ounce of initiative for insurrection in his blood! Power corrupts, but absolute power corrupts absolutely. Instead of keeping me in the main event picture, they have me bringing attention to lesser talent in the earlier parts if the show. Just how instead of allowing One to be the season of the witch... The first ever historic One main evented by women... He had to add Odin and Alex to the mix... To take away MY moment! The moment I have been working so hard for since setting foot in the WCF! Making me look face to face at the man who has been stuck in the loop of no advancement that they tried to trap ME in! Putting me in the squared circle with someone stuck behind the rebuilt walls that I broke through to get to where I am to this day!"
Noble Savage's facial expressions morph back and forth between angered and saddened as she seems to be fighting an internal war as to how to feel about her upcoming match.
SAVAGE:
"To this DAY! TO THIS DAY!"
NOBLE:
"On one hand, I feel worse than anyone can imagine. Having to be the one who ends this rising talents career."
SAVAGE:
"On the other hand, The Guardians are the only ones who I would ever dare throw a match for."
NOBLE:
"Kennedy Matthews is not doing a very good job of bringing the chaotic nature out of this guy, but if it were me, I woul-
SAVAGE:
"I WOULD SLAY THEM BOTH! I can easily disembowel Scott Slayer and I can break Kennedy Matthews too if Bonnie Blue wasn't already assigned to it. There isn't a single living creature on this earth, in hell, or in heaven that deserves mercy or pity from Noble Savage! So allowing Alex Richards to get the win was a one time thing. This time, The Savage takes over, and this time I show Stephen Singh that he was lucky to have been away from the ring the last time he was a non Guardian! Tell Singh to take a good look at the rising talent now, because when I am done with Scott Slayer, he will be mangled beyond recognition and unable to compete. His before and after pictures are going to look like one of those 'this is your brain on drugs' commercials from back in the days."
Noble Savage laughs silently to herself. She scoots over to the opposite window and looks outside from there, noticing that the icy rain is becoming snow. She shakes her head and groans at the fact that traffic is now at a complete stand still.
NOBLE:
"I swear these people don't know how to drive. They get a little bit of snow and start driving like it's the end of the world. The last time I saw these many morons in a jam I was in Detroit admiring how pathetic Scott Slayer's home town is. At the rate we're going I might not even make it to my match on time. It's Monday Night Slam, not Wednesday night Slam or whatever night Noble Savage arrives Slam. I have a very special brand of beating to offer Scotty, and I sure as Judas ain't gonna deliver it late."
Noble Savage opens the limo door and exits. Upon slamming the door behind her, she zips up her black leather bomber jacket, then starts walking forward through the halted traffic with her hands in her pockets.
The thinly layered snow on the ground fully melts under every step she takes, leaving behind a hissing steam to surround her heavily buckled knee high boots. When she speaks her next words, a similar cloud of steam escapes through her dark red lips and she lightly glances at the camera as if speaking directly to the viewer.
NOBLE:
"I kinda feel bad for you, Scott. There's only one way to the top here in the WCF, and you're going about it all wrong. The WCF is a mountain I've climbed faster than any other superstar in the history of the sport. While some are just about to leap on to the summit of the mountain top, you're still just wading your feet in the muddy waters of the valley at the base of that same mountain. You haven't even begun your upward climb, and at times I wonder if you even know where the mountain is. Well, it's up here, Scott, congratulations, you're looking at her."
With a click of her tongue, Noble Savage offers a wink and a smirk as she walks awa from the motionless vehicles and into the leafless woods on the side of the road. She hops over a small ditch and begins walking uphill going deeper into the woods.
SAVAGE:
"I AM the MOUNTAIN! Scott Slayer, you're being directly addressed by the most malevolent entity in this business and you have my undivided attention, so I better have yours, and hear this! I am the edifice that stands tall above every opponent you have ever faced, I am the fear that your most feared foes dread."
Noble Savage chuckles as she grabs on to a tree branch to pull herself forth. The tree branch snakes itself around her hand, causing a firmer grip, allowing Noble Savage to lunge herself to the top of the hill. She looks around after giving a thankful nod to the sentient tree that's now behind her, then continues to walk forward.
SAVAGE:
"Face it, Mr. Slayer, you have made a career out of losing to members of the roster that have crumbled beneath my feet! You have not faced anyone of significance as of yet, but still you have fallen to them all just the same. So, this match is going to end one of two ways... Either Savage wins the match and you leave West Virginia in a hearst... Or the best case scenario, Noble bears you and you leave the Big Sandy Superstore Arena strapped to a gurney inside an ambulance instead.
Noble Savage continues her wall through the woods and her voice calms a bit with a slight twitch of her neck muscle. She takes a deep breath and exhales a misty cloud of steam before stringing her next words together.
NOBLE:
"But since you are facing off against Noble Savage, who is the very most ruthless competitor in the business, you might at least learn something if you do make it out alive. Let that Lesson be this... On the road to the top, there are side tracks, there are distractions, but some times, you have got to take the path less traveled. And you, my Victimless Criminal, are doing it all wrong. You're following the pattern and formulas that work for those who want to remain in the lukewarm stages of their career. The woman who decided to take you under her wing is one tough cookie, I'll give her that. She has had quite the year in the WCF but she has allowed herself to become distracted from the real prize. See unlike your mentor, I refuse to let my time be wasted on lesser championships. She's seemingly proud to be in the Television Championship picture or even the Hardcore Title conversation. Not me, I came in to this thing with one purpose and one purpose only, and that was to find the true balance within me and my inner--
SAVAGE:
"That purpose was take down the ones that are at the top! To become the ONLY one at the top, to the point in which I AM the top! If I had stopped along the way to pick up every little title or gem I saw, I'd still by down there with the likes of your Guidance Counselor. And you should thank me for that, Scott, because if I was down there where she is she'd be down even lower where you are, and that means you would be completely out of the WCF picture entirely! So me, SLAYING the top names in the WCF successfully opened the door for the likes of you to come in and theoretically slay all the sorry names at the bottom, but... You fail to execute. You fail so badly, in fact, that you're tailing along at the backside of Kennedy Matthews and you still don't see the bigger picture. You're in way over your head in this match, and the morning after Monday Night Slam is when you're going to realize it... When you get slapped into consciousness by the hand of the God that I'll force you to call upon, and He says to you...
'Wake up, Scotty. The time to Slay is up. The Soul Witch sent you back to me and now you're safe again.'
NOBLE:
"The one thing that bothers me is that the Time Witch, Bonnie Blue is the one who decides what Time it is and what it's for, yet you come in here telling people it's time to slay, and not even realize that the REASON it hasn't been time to slay is because the Time Witch hasn't decided it... Sure, this week she's busy teaching your 'sister' a lesson in humility, for trying unsuccessfully to steal her Hardcore Queen moniker, but I'm sure she would have loved to address you... When ever she deemed the Time was right to slay... But seeing as your end is imminent, I am the one who is tasked with sending you to your maker with the lesson learned... The Time Witch will be pleased with the Soul Witch's work. And that impostor calling herself Hardcore Queen will meet the real Hardcore Queen fsce to face and be forced to bow."
The snow is much more persistent now and Noble Savage is melting her steps through the increasingly icy grounds. She comes to the other side of the woods, next to another highway, but in this one, the reason why all the cars are stopped is evident...
There is blood all over the icy road as well as a few caribous that seem to be injured and bleeding. It is difficult to tell how many there are but only three of them are moving and struggling trying to get on their feet.
Noble Savage walks through the bloody mess of animals, following the rope that ties them to one another and ends up at a broken sleigh. There is a tall and fat man with a long white beard, wearing all red, on his knees, seemingly attempting to repair the cracked carriage.
NOBLE:
"Don't you think they've suffered enough?"
Without raising his head, the fat man offers a chuckle before responding.
FAT MAN:
"Oh no no... We haven't started working Yet. I've got a loooong trip ahead of me, and of course as everyone knows, i--
Noble Savage by now dashes through the snow and springboards off the sleigh, delivering the mother of all Tomb Seekers to the jolly old fellow. His skull cracks and blood flies in every direction.
SAVAGE:
"If Lady Abernathy knew you were working these animals she would have your head herself. No one disrespects nature on the Nature Witch's watch. I just saved your poor soul, you're welcome... But you, Scott Slayer... Nobody will save your soul when you're in that ring with me. You will wish your fate was the same as this primitive charlatan. I would wish you a merry Christmas, but where you're going, every day is Christmas. You'll be sharing a table with big baby Jesus himself for all eternity."
Noble Savage sits in the one horse open sleigh, and swings the whips, which seems to fully heal the elks, but it's odd because they do not seem like themselves, they seem rather confused, as other spirits have just inhabited their bodies.
SAVAGE:
"Okay, ya bunch of decrepit souls, it's TIME TO SLEIGH! On Karma, on Mikey, on Estrella, on Eccentrix... On Dynamo, on Teddy, Gravedigger and Kaz Mazy, full speed ahead and take lets go to the Big Sandy! Hear those SLAY BELLS RINGING! It's Scott Slayer for whom the bell tolls, and the bloodbath causing all this traffic will be nothing compared to what I make of him in the ring!"
Noble Savage laughs obnoxiously as the reindeer pick up wind and begin to galloping into the air, pulling her up with the carriage and taking off.
The back of Lady Abernathy's head is seen looking up at the flying chariot with a pleased grin as we transition fade to a view from where Noble Savage sits. It is very quiet and very peaceful. Noble Savage's eyes slightly close as she takes a deep breath. She opens her eyes wide with a Cheshire grin while letting out the exhale.
SAVAGE:
"I love this time of year... Time for peace, happiness, love, joy... It makes souls easier to target. And I see a lot of joy in the heart of Scott Slayer, unfortunately... It seems he's not half the loose cannon he says he is. So with this, I deliver the greatest gift of all... You either stand up, or you stand down. I will kot allow there to be a self proclaimed anarchist running around my WCF without him answering to me first. Once we make it to the arena, I will personally deliver his present to up close and personal... It will be a good old fashioned spirit shattering God Caller with the little Slayer boy weeping the carol of the bells at the receiving end of it. Oh baby it cold outside, but in the heart of the Savage within me it's even colder. So let's see you slay your way out of this one, big man... I will have you screaming as loud as you can... And just when Scott thought it was safe to throw hands... It's his turn to be slayed, I will see you at SLAM..."
Another deep bellied maniacal laugh escapes the wind pipes of Noble Savage as she whips the seemingly possessed reindeer in front of her and flies past the waxing gibbous moon above the thickening clouds beneath her sleigh and we fade to black.
