😂 Hide yo' Kids, Hide yo' Wives & Hide yo' Husbads
Jan 29, 2019 14:29:52 GMT -5
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Post by Noble Savage on Jan 29, 2019 14:29:52 GMT -5
The venue is nearly prepped at the Columbus Civic Center in Georgia. The WCF production crew is scattered about the backstage area, putting finishing touches on audio wiring and lighting. We see Hank Brown walking while holding some rolled up documents and chatting with Referee Zip Wingdinger. Hank Brown chuckles a bit from something Zip said with a wide smile, but they quickly stop and Hank looks to the left off camera view.
The camera pans over and we see... The WCF World Heavyweight Champion Noble Savage! The title is around her waist, over her stomach, and she is sitting Alti Palti on top of a crate, peeling an orange. Hank looks at Zip with a confused and slightly frightened expression. Zip returns the same look, but then shrugs his shoulders and walks away. Hank approaches Noble Savage, who does not seem to notice him right away.
HANK BROWN:
"Umm... Excuse me, Brandi? You... Do realize the show doesn't start for another eight hours, right?"
Noble Savage puts a slice of orange in her mouth, before looking at Hank Brown. She chews the juicy slice a bit, before talking with her mouth full.
NOBLE:
"WCF Champion. I'm the face of the place now, Hank. First to show up, last to leave... How about you, what are you doing here?"
Hank Brown emphasizes the papers he holds with an upward gesture.
HANK:
"I gotta work on some questions to ask a few of the superstars for WCF.com and I figured I'd ask around for suggestions."
Noble Savage tosses another orange slice into her mouth, chews it lightly before swallowing and sucking her teeth. With a slight of her chin she smiles her next words out.
NOBLE:
"So, uh... What do ya have so far?"
HANK BROWN:
"Nothing... Zip was just suggesting that I ask some of the superstars why they don't take him seriously as a ref, but I'm sure he was joking. You, uh... Have any suggestions?"
NOBLE:
"Yeah, actually. I'm not too sure, Zip was kidding. I've noticed a lot of the guys and gals around here don't like to accept the referee's decisions, and just run off to complain after a match. So ask what people think about the stripes on the ref's shirts. If they're just there for show, or if they mean something. I know I sure as hell respect--
HANK BROWN:
"Respect is a very gray area around here though, you have to admit. I mean, even you've crossed that line of disrespect before haven't ya?"
SAVAGE:
"Not once, not ever. The only people I disrespect are those who stand against me, not the refs or management."
HANK BROWN:
"What about Callum Raab?"
SAVAGE:
"What of him?"
HANK BROWN:
"Well, his dad is pretty mad about the fact that you mentioned him in your promo."
SAVAGE:
"Oh, that's expected. That's what he wants to be mad about this week, let it be. I don't care what little Raab is mad about, and I said in my video package. I was looking forward to them blogging about how mad my promo made them, so nothing new."
HANK BROWN:
"So you don't take back any of what you said?"
Noble Savage bursts out laughing.
SAVAGE:
"Raab and Sam have made a career out of complaining to make management feel bad for them, and you think I'm gonna sit here and take any of their online rants seriously? I do not care about who's feelings I've hurt and I don't care if that unfortunate child's parents are too stupid to know how to keep him safe. I'm scheduled to a one on one match with Callum's adoption sponsor. I feel bad for the fact that I'm going to be making him twice the bastard he is, but I'm not sorry for anything else. Little Raab knew what he was getting himself into by bringing exposure to his personal life. If you don't want someone like me to target your so-called private life, just keep your private life private. Don't bring them into your conversations, don't let the cameras catch them in your promos, and they'll be safe. Other than that, evryone is fodder."
Hank Brown lightly laughs, but then quickly collects himself to avoid seeming unprofessional.
HANK BROWN:
"I'm sorry, I apologize, truly, I was just reminded of an old news clip with a guy named Anton Dawson."
NOBLE:
"Yeah, the 'Hide your children, and hide your spouses' guy. I'm familiar. And that's a very accurate advice for little Raab and Sammy-not-Dune; if you don't want your family to be targeted, then hide your kids, hide your husband's, because I'm taking everybody out here. And for somebody to be stupid enough to put their kids in theine of fire and not expect them to be brought up, they MUST be dumb."
HANK BROWN:
"Okay, fair enough, you bring up good points. Now--
SAVAGE:
"Now that I brought up good points, can you bring up the next question?"
HANK BROWN:
"Brandi, I don't have any questions, I thought we were just talking. You said yourself before I'm the only person you can have a straight conversation with, and--
SAVAGE:
"And the next question."
HANK BROWN:
"I just told you, I don't have--
SAVAGE:
"Next question."
HANK BROWN:
"Okay, let me see, uh..."
SAVAGE:
"Let me see the next question."
HANK BROWN:
"Who is your favorite opponent and why?“
SAVAGE:
"I don't know. Next question."
HANK BROWN:
"What is the next big step for Noble Savage?"
SAVAGE:
"Next Question."
HANK BROWN:
"Well, can you tell me about the--
SAVAGE:
"Can you tell me about the next question?"
HANK BROWN:
"I, uh... Brandi I don't know wh--
NOBLE:
"Hahaha I'm just messing with ya, Hank. I hope that helped rush your thoughts a little so you can come up with a good set of questions for the site..."
HANK BROWN:
"You had me going, Brandi."
NOBLE:
"Good. Well, I'll see you around, Hank. I'm gonna go hit some bags. And if you happen to see little raable Raab in your travels, tell him Noble Savage said man up. If they don't hide their kid, the witch is gonna eat him alive heheheheee..."
Noble Savage giggles and hops off the crate, then begins walking away while tossing another slice of orange in her mouth and leaving the peels behind. Hank Brown just stands there staring at the orange peels as Noble Savage walks off nonchalantly and the scene fades to black.
The camera pans over and we see... The WCF World Heavyweight Champion Noble Savage! The title is around her waist, over her stomach, and she is sitting Alti Palti on top of a crate, peeling an orange. Hank looks at Zip with a confused and slightly frightened expression. Zip returns the same look, but then shrugs his shoulders and walks away. Hank approaches Noble Savage, who does not seem to notice him right away.
HANK BROWN:
"Umm... Excuse me, Brandi? You... Do realize the show doesn't start for another eight hours, right?"
Noble Savage puts a slice of orange in her mouth, before looking at Hank Brown. She chews the juicy slice a bit, before talking with her mouth full.
NOBLE:
"WCF Champion. I'm the face of the place now, Hank. First to show up, last to leave... How about you, what are you doing here?"
Hank Brown emphasizes the papers he holds with an upward gesture.
HANK:
"I gotta work on some questions to ask a few of the superstars for WCF.com and I figured I'd ask around for suggestions."
Noble Savage tosses another orange slice into her mouth, chews it lightly before swallowing and sucking her teeth. With a slight of her chin she smiles her next words out.
NOBLE:
"So, uh... What do ya have so far?"
HANK BROWN:
"Nothing... Zip was just suggesting that I ask some of the superstars why they don't take him seriously as a ref, but I'm sure he was joking. You, uh... Have any suggestions?"
NOBLE:
"Yeah, actually. I'm not too sure, Zip was kidding. I've noticed a lot of the guys and gals around here don't like to accept the referee's decisions, and just run off to complain after a match. So ask what people think about the stripes on the ref's shirts. If they're just there for show, or if they mean something. I know I sure as hell respect--
HANK BROWN:
"Respect is a very gray area around here though, you have to admit. I mean, even you've crossed that line of disrespect before haven't ya?"
SAVAGE:
"Not once, not ever. The only people I disrespect are those who stand against me, not the refs or management."
HANK BROWN:
"What about Callum Raab?"
SAVAGE:
"What of him?"
HANK BROWN:
"Well, his dad is pretty mad about the fact that you mentioned him in your promo."
SAVAGE:
"Oh, that's expected. That's what he wants to be mad about this week, let it be. I don't care what little Raab is mad about, and I said in my video package. I was looking forward to them blogging about how mad my promo made them, so nothing new."
HANK BROWN:
"So you don't take back any of what you said?"
Noble Savage bursts out laughing.
SAVAGE:
"Raab and Sam have made a career out of complaining to make management feel bad for them, and you think I'm gonna sit here and take any of their online rants seriously? I do not care about who's feelings I've hurt and I don't care if that unfortunate child's parents are too stupid to know how to keep him safe. I'm scheduled to a one on one match with Callum's adoption sponsor. I feel bad for the fact that I'm going to be making him twice the bastard he is, but I'm not sorry for anything else. Little Raab knew what he was getting himself into by bringing exposure to his personal life. If you don't want someone like me to target your so-called private life, just keep your private life private. Don't bring them into your conversations, don't let the cameras catch them in your promos, and they'll be safe. Other than that, evryone is fodder."
Hank Brown lightly laughs, but then quickly collects himself to avoid seeming unprofessional.
HANK BROWN:
"I'm sorry, I apologize, truly, I was just reminded of an old news clip with a guy named Anton Dawson."
NOBLE:
"Yeah, the 'Hide your children, and hide your spouses' guy. I'm familiar. And that's a very accurate advice for little Raab and Sammy-not-Dune; if you don't want your family to be targeted, then hide your kids, hide your husband's, because I'm taking everybody out here. And for somebody to be stupid enough to put their kids in theine of fire and not expect them to be brought up, they MUST be dumb."
HANK BROWN:
"Okay, fair enough, you bring up good points. Now--
SAVAGE:
"Now that I brought up good points, can you bring up the next question?"
HANK BROWN:
"Brandi, I don't have any questions, I thought we were just talking. You said yourself before I'm the only person you can have a straight conversation with, and--
SAVAGE:
"And the next question."
HANK BROWN:
"I just told you, I don't have--
SAVAGE:
"Next question."
HANK BROWN:
"Okay, let me see, uh..."
SAVAGE:
"Let me see the next question."
HANK BROWN:
"Who is your favorite opponent and why?“
SAVAGE:
"I don't know. Next question."
HANK BROWN:
"What is the next big step for Noble Savage?"
SAVAGE:
"Next Question."
HANK BROWN:
"Well, can you tell me about the--
SAVAGE:
"Can you tell me about the next question?"
HANK BROWN:
"I, uh... Brandi I don't know wh--
NOBLE:
"Hahaha I'm just messing with ya, Hank. I hope that helped rush your thoughts a little so you can come up with a good set of questions for the site..."
HANK BROWN:
"You had me going, Brandi."
NOBLE:
"Good. Well, I'll see you around, Hank. I'm gonna go hit some bags. And if you happen to see little raable Raab in your travels, tell him Noble Savage said man up. If they don't hide their kid, the witch is gonna eat him alive heheheheee..."
Noble Savage giggles and hops off the crate, then begins walking away while tossing another slice of orange in her mouth and leaving the peels behind. Hank Brown just stands there staring at the orange peels as Noble Savage walks off nonchalantly and the scene fades to black.
