Post by Noble Savage on Feb 3, 2019 23:55:36 GMT -5
Noble Savage Roleplay
SLAM 2/4/19
Noble Savage vs. John Rabid
Word Count: 3107
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The sun is rising over the horizon, with the cold breeze gently brushing through a family of trees past an empty grass field. Coming out of the wooded area, is LADY Abernathy. She is dressed with black jeans and a black leather jacket, and is accompanied by a , both walking toward us. The camera draws in closer and we can now hear their conversation.
NOBLE:
"--And you were right. I thought her problem was that she's never won against me, so I felt bad for her and pretended to be in pain. I gave her a week to see if she would come to her senses. But she didn't. I went out there and waltzed around Samuel, effortlessly won against him, and she did not even poke her head out the curtains to look. To think, I gave her my pity."
LADY ABERNATHY:
"What did you even expect to accomplish with that senseless act of charity?"
NOBLE:
"I dunno. Maybe that I'd boost her confidence back up, and for once she'd think that she's good enough without hiding behind some man's shadow. Her grip was so weak, Lady. I felt so bad. She was struggling to keep the hold locked in when I wasn't even fighting it. But her soft touch was unrelenting, and I noticed she was never going to release it unless she thought it was having some sort of effect on me. She would have passed out from trying so hard, had I not tapped. So, I looked around and said oh what the heck, it's the time witch; two losses to me should be enough. And as a champion, I have no time to waste my energy in a non-title match. Let her pride glow and pretend this infant grade grasp is effective..."
LADY ABERNATHY:
"... And where did that lead you?"
NOBLE:
"To... An admittedly unexpected attack at the hands of her puppet master thereafter."
LADY ABERNATHY:
"Precisely. In a way, I am glad John Rabid performed that cowardly act. Perhaps now, you will listen to me when I say... The fire you tried to awaken within Bonnie Blue was extinguished long ago. She will never be her own person. She seeks refuge through John Rabid, for now. The same way she did with you, the same way she did with Alex Richards, and the same way she has always done throughout her career... She realizes shes is inferior, so she uses others to rise back to mediocrity."
By now, they've walked past the empty field and we see some golf flags around. It is apparent they are walking in the course behind a country club. There is a sign on a wooden stake nailed to a tree that says "Whispering Pines."
NOBLE:
"I gave Bonnie the match, but then he had to come and attack me with that chair afterward. Completely uncalled for. Never had a problem with him at all, and with Bonnie I've never had a problem serious enough to justify that spineless attack. There was no real reason for it, and then his silly nonsensical rambling while I was down was just as annoying as the act itself. He should have thanked Bonnie for winning the match, and thanked me for allowing her to. I tell ya, that John Rabid character seems to think himself to be a contender, doesn't he?"
LADY ABERNATHY:
"Indeed he does. But I don't blame him. He probably thinks all witches are as weak minded as Bonnie. He twists and turns words thinking he cleverly and effectively used them against you, but it ends up as gibberish. Do not concern yourself with his ramblings. He thinks you being underestimated makes you an underdog. A childish association based on a misunderstanding of the English language, not to be taken seriously."
SAVAGE:
"Well, I do take him seriously. Not because I think he stands a chance against me. But because he's made it abundantly clear that he is afraid of The Circle. I think he is on to us, Lady. And I think he knows who set Dorian on fire."
LADY ABERNATHY:
"Of course he knows, child. He is John Rabid, not some clueless peasant like the imbecile you faced last week. Why do you think he took it so personally when Raab went on a rant about your message to his ill-fated son? It struck a cord with him, and he does not want us to continue doing what witches do... Things will make more sense as you begin to see everyone's true colors. You will see why he has watered down the Witch inside Bonnie Blue. He lives to destroy the Circle. But he hasn't a hope of successs, because the circle is worldwide. We are in the governments, the churches, the hospitals, and now in the WCF... He is afraid because of the cancerous nature in which our covenant has spread. He knows that there will be more children in the future who will meet the same fate as his own child and his wife."
Noble Savage stops walking now, in the middle of the golf course. Lady Abernathy stops as well once she notices that Noble Savage has stopped. She walks back to stand beside Noble Savage.
LADY ABERNATHY:
"What's wrong, Savage?"
NOBLE:
"Savage will have no business entering that ring, Lady. I have no intentions of destroying John Rabid. No desire to. No motivation. No reason to even show up. I can't earn anything fighting him. He's nobody. Savage takes him seriously, but to me that's another 'so what?' you know? John Rabid is another victim, of the Order. He's not special. He's just like the other hundred and forty four thousand parents whose child has become an offering to our Baroness Obizoth. They've all sworn to dismantle the covenant and they've all failed. I'm WCF Champion, so what's the point of putting in any effort against a has-been - nay - a never-been... I don't even care about this match. He can pin me, or I can pin him, it won't make a difference. I will still move on as the most important thing to ever happen to this company."
SAVAGE:
"But then again... Noble doesn't speak for me, so The Circle will make sure that every tiny bit of Rabid's nightmare comes true... Not just in his life, but in the lives of every parent on this planet."
LADY ABERNATHY:
"Do as you will. Just as long as it benefits the greater good... John Rabid has every right to be as afraid of us as he is, and he has even more reasons to disguise that fear with anger. He underestimates you, but you must not underestimate him in return. The only takeaway you should have from what I am saying, is... He wants justice against the Circle, and eventually he will get it. Don't allow that 'eventually' to be now. Other than that, play with him as much as you'd like. He may not be a threat to you directly, but his ideals are a threat to ours. He will try to reshape the Circle into how own twisted version of the same."
NOBLE:
"Just how he did Bonnie Blue..."
LADY ABERNATHY:
"Enough about that woman. Focus on yourself. At least you are your own person, and not a borrowed version of who your next source of relevance is."
Noble Savage nods her head as she continues on past the golf field. Lady Abernathy stops walking and watches Noble Savage walk away. The camera then fades to black with a slow zoom into Noble Savage's face.
Fade in from black. We see Noble Savage standing in front of a table. Multiple viles and flasks with different colored liquids bubbling in them sit on the table. We vaguely notice different strange symbols etched into the wood of the table itself as well. Noble Savage seems to understand what these labels mean and smirks as she looks over them.
SAVAGE:
" You are under arrest, John Rabid, you might have the right to remain silent, but not the capability. You love to talk a big game, but fail to realize that no matter how good your trash talk is, you will never back it up in the squared circle against me. I'm not even gonna sugar coat it, your promos are great, but your in ring performance is, ehhh... Passable at best. After I showed Bonnie Blue pity, you came and attacked me as if that meant something, but during the match you did little to nothing... So, since you have nothing of relevance to say, I have to move on to say, anything and everything you say can and will be used against you in the court of law... Or in this case... The WCF ring at SLAM..."
Noble Savage chuckles and shakes her head before taking a deep breath and letting out a sigh with her next words.
SAVAGE:
"Oh, decrepit bat boy... that is all you will ever be, Rabid. You are an incompetent father and husband, with a slight twist of a whimsical circus act. Congratulations,"Clone Raab," you are officially a sorry excuse for a monster, without the laughable insecurity. Which means you are basically another monstimal. I especially enjoyed the embarrassment of your copied and pasted scripts, which you read to the cameras hoping no one notices that you actually stole them from past promos of equally unimpressive wrestlers. That is why I told Noble not to listen to you and your cheap agendas, becoming a clone of a nine year olds Dracula imagination just goes to show how uninspired a human being you’ve always been. But hey, anything to try intimidating someone, right? Maybe if your uninspired mind had tried to goose step across the ring once in awhile it would’ve been funny. But you’ve never been that creative. The best you can conjure up is copying others, and I am sure you won't be able to tolerate someone doing the same to you... Me on the other hand? I don't care. I don't call myself creative, because I know what I am capable of. You call yourself creative because you want others to believe you are. My talent spans generations, whole yours is just a repeat of those same generations. The difference between me and you is that I learn fro. The last and progress, while you learn from the past and try to imitate it. Your past does not eclipse eras or embarrass legends, it simply embarrasses your forefathers. They are all turning in their graves at the sight of the mockery you have made of their legacy. The only reason I’m in this match is because it was booked by a man teamed up with the woman that I felt sorry enough for to grant a victory to. But now he ses to think he was the one who won. Such is the level of smarts at the helm of the WCF these days. Still, like you, I enjoy a challenge, so I think I will just turn to a classic for inspiration. Which means, Jason Rush, that at SLAM, you will be the reborn version of Eccentrix! Yeah, I know, the irony, right? Oh, but listen, just like Eccentrix, you will get to be a forgotten name on the roster. I will exact my proper win over a sparkly vampire this time. An attention seeking boy, who through the course of events will die and serve as a wake up call for others. That’s what I have planned for you, Rabid. I am going to dissect you in that ring and send the elephantine remains back to “Transylvania” so Doctor Frankenstein can see what happens when a real witch deals with those that betray her covenant and its emblem.
"Yes, Rush. You are a betrayer.
That is no more and no less than what you are. I gave you and the Time Witch a safe port. I gave you a breath of fresh air, and shelter from the storm. And how do you repay ME? Oh you shouldn't talk about a man's son... A WITCH SHOULDN'T TALK ABOUT A CHOLD? GET OUT OF HERE YOU INDECISIVE FOOL! I’m going to make you swallow your own intestines this Monday night, you incontinent mosque! You do not take the Covenant in vein! Do you hear me? Or are your ears full of puss like the rest of you? Clear out those muck holes out before the fourth, Rabid, because you need to hear me when I snap your neck. You need to hear my laughter. I want my joy to echo inside whatever’s left of that brain of yours so that maybe, just maybe you’ll wake up and call on your pathetic God and beg him to come down to the ring from whatever fiery cloud he may sit on, just to come rescue your laughable soul."
Noble Savage grabs one of the bubnling flasks and looks at it closely with a smile on her face.
SAVAGE:
"In truth though, RABID, you’re coming to your senses regardless. The means of your arrival to those senses, however, is up to you. You either fall back and realize your arms are to short to hot box with Noble Savage, or you come to the ring on Monday and allow me to Tomb Seek your soft neck into the canvas for the final three second count. Maybe Bonnie Blue will be there at your funeral, a literal reencarnation of Brenda Ann Spencer, watching over your remains, year after year though rain and shine... Shivering in the cold, as you rot beneath her feet... Much like a loyal dog would after his master. That is what she is to you after all, isn't it? I have to admit... That might be funny, if I cared. I guess.
"But caring is an undiscovered country to you now. I is useless to me as well. Just like you Rabid, a useless waste of flesh with no value. You are a failure, almost literally passing for a satire of your ancestors, and I, much like the rest of the WCF Galaxy, am bored of it. You bore everyone, Johnny. You were never interesting, everything you are has been propped up by a desperate management structure to look interesting. You get this match because you stuck by the side of the woman I took this belt from. The earthworm in the mud under Noble Savage's boot, that’s your next gimmick, even though that’s been you from the start. You always did love to smooch, didn’t you Rabid? A man of your lineage is supposed to be a menace, but when people see you, when people hear you, the only word that springs to their minds is... Plagiarism. You’re a vampire with an anemic sense of self respect. An anorexic skill set. Yeah, pathetic...perfect for you. So utterly incompetent, the quintessential company brown nose. Breaking you will be the most boring thing I do in my life. That is quite literally the biggest waste of time I will ever experience.
"Tearing you apart should mean more. But it doesn't. After a these years of being a professional wrestler, you are still a mid carder, so what is there for anyone to gain against you? Nothing. That's what. But look where we are on the card, you're facing the WCF world champion, that isn't a big step for you that is a downgrade for me. It should tell you exactly what it means to hide behind the shadow of a woman who needs you to remain relevant. It counts for nothing. Against me? Even less. You’re being fed to me, Rabid. All that talking you do has rewarded you with your career being gutted and left to bleed out in a wrestling ring. That’s what you get for being the a repeated vampire act and a sorry excuse of a man. You’ve become a punchline for someone else’s joke, but this week, you face someone who doesn't try to be funny. You are a joke in a world where things are serious. No jokes.
"Why did John Rabid cross the road? Because he was stapled go the body of Sammy McPerson when Noble Savage punted it.
"This match is not even an anecdote, John. It is nothing. It is an embarrassment in truth because I am a main event talent, and I do not deserve to be fed scum like you. It is depressing to see the once mighty Time Witch fall so far, so fast. Bonnie and I were doing our best to right the ship, but the ballast was lost and her rudder damaged beyond repair when her rudder was taken over by the less than talented John Rabid. And yet, I soldier on, I do not struggle against the tide, because the tide is my slave. This old haunt of mine means something to me, even when I have to trudge through useless dross like you, John. Even when that indignity is thrust upon me by lessers. Bonnie and Odin do not respect true talent like me it seems; probably professional jealousy. After all, I could wipe the floor with both of them hands down, and yet here I am, making a nonsense match like this look good, just because I can. Just because I’m me. I will see you in the ring, pathetic bird."
The camera cuts out and in comes the image of Noble Savage sitting in a park bench. It is evening and the sky is a light Grey. Birds fly about and the wind is calm as runners breeze by in front of the seats Noble Savage.
NOBLE:
"I feel bad for you, John Rabid. So, for this week, I'm gonna go ahead and give you the Bonnie Blue treatment. I am going to make you feel like the better wrestler and ordain you the win. Because I have nothing to win by defeating you. But you have ALL to win by defeating me... So I will make this easier for WCF as a whole and make it seem like you are even half my equal, and maybe the ratings for WCF Monday Night will go up. But other than that, please be warned... You do not want to awaken the Savage... Because if you do... It will be difficult for me to guarantee your victory. So, good luck out there, vamp. I hope you win."
Noble Savage smiles at the camera as more runners pass by. The sun is setting. The camera then fades to black and the WCF logo eases into our view.
SLAM 2/4/19
Noble Savage vs. John Rabid
Word Count: 3107
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The sun is rising over the horizon, with the cold breeze gently brushing through a family of trees past an empty grass field. Coming out of the wooded area, is LADY Abernathy. She is dressed with black jeans and a black leather jacket, and is accompanied by a , both walking toward us. The camera draws in closer and we can now hear their conversation.
NOBLE:
"--And you were right. I thought her problem was that she's never won against me, so I felt bad for her and pretended to be in pain. I gave her a week to see if she would come to her senses. But she didn't. I went out there and waltzed around Samuel, effortlessly won against him, and she did not even poke her head out the curtains to look. To think, I gave her my pity."
LADY ABERNATHY:
"What did you even expect to accomplish with that senseless act of charity?"
NOBLE:
"I dunno. Maybe that I'd boost her confidence back up, and for once she'd think that she's good enough without hiding behind some man's shadow. Her grip was so weak, Lady. I felt so bad. She was struggling to keep the hold locked in when I wasn't even fighting it. But her soft touch was unrelenting, and I noticed she was never going to release it unless she thought it was having some sort of effect on me. She would have passed out from trying so hard, had I not tapped. So, I looked around and said oh what the heck, it's the time witch; two losses to me should be enough. And as a champion, I have no time to waste my energy in a non-title match. Let her pride glow and pretend this infant grade grasp is effective..."
LADY ABERNATHY:
"... And where did that lead you?"
NOBLE:
"To... An admittedly unexpected attack at the hands of her puppet master thereafter."
LADY ABERNATHY:
"Precisely. In a way, I am glad John Rabid performed that cowardly act. Perhaps now, you will listen to me when I say... The fire you tried to awaken within Bonnie Blue was extinguished long ago. She will never be her own person. She seeks refuge through John Rabid, for now. The same way she did with you, the same way she did with Alex Richards, and the same way she has always done throughout her career... She realizes shes is inferior, so she uses others to rise back to mediocrity."
By now, they've walked past the empty field and we see some golf flags around. It is apparent they are walking in the course behind a country club. There is a sign on a wooden stake nailed to a tree that says "Whispering Pines."
NOBLE:
"I gave Bonnie the match, but then he had to come and attack me with that chair afterward. Completely uncalled for. Never had a problem with him at all, and with Bonnie I've never had a problem serious enough to justify that spineless attack. There was no real reason for it, and then his silly nonsensical rambling while I was down was just as annoying as the act itself. He should have thanked Bonnie for winning the match, and thanked me for allowing her to. I tell ya, that John Rabid character seems to think himself to be a contender, doesn't he?"
LADY ABERNATHY:
"Indeed he does. But I don't blame him. He probably thinks all witches are as weak minded as Bonnie. He twists and turns words thinking he cleverly and effectively used them against you, but it ends up as gibberish. Do not concern yourself with his ramblings. He thinks you being underestimated makes you an underdog. A childish association based on a misunderstanding of the English language, not to be taken seriously."
SAVAGE:
"Well, I do take him seriously. Not because I think he stands a chance against me. But because he's made it abundantly clear that he is afraid of The Circle. I think he is on to us, Lady. And I think he knows who set Dorian on fire."
LADY ABERNATHY:
"Of course he knows, child. He is John Rabid, not some clueless peasant like the imbecile you faced last week. Why do you think he took it so personally when Raab went on a rant about your message to his ill-fated son? It struck a cord with him, and he does not want us to continue doing what witches do... Things will make more sense as you begin to see everyone's true colors. You will see why he has watered down the Witch inside Bonnie Blue. He lives to destroy the Circle. But he hasn't a hope of successs, because the circle is worldwide. We are in the governments, the churches, the hospitals, and now in the WCF... He is afraid because of the cancerous nature in which our covenant has spread. He knows that there will be more children in the future who will meet the same fate as his own child and his wife."
Noble Savage stops walking now, in the middle of the golf course. Lady Abernathy stops as well once she notices that Noble Savage has stopped. She walks back to stand beside Noble Savage.
LADY ABERNATHY:
"What's wrong, Savage?"
NOBLE:
"Savage will have no business entering that ring, Lady. I have no intentions of destroying John Rabid. No desire to. No motivation. No reason to even show up. I can't earn anything fighting him. He's nobody. Savage takes him seriously, but to me that's another 'so what?' you know? John Rabid is another victim, of the Order. He's not special. He's just like the other hundred and forty four thousand parents whose child has become an offering to our Baroness Obizoth. They've all sworn to dismantle the covenant and they've all failed. I'm WCF Champion, so what's the point of putting in any effort against a has-been - nay - a never-been... I don't even care about this match. He can pin me, or I can pin him, it won't make a difference. I will still move on as the most important thing to ever happen to this company."
SAVAGE:
"But then again... Noble doesn't speak for me, so The Circle will make sure that every tiny bit of Rabid's nightmare comes true... Not just in his life, but in the lives of every parent on this planet."
LADY ABERNATHY:
"Do as you will. Just as long as it benefits the greater good... John Rabid has every right to be as afraid of us as he is, and he has even more reasons to disguise that fear with anger. He underestimates you, but you must not underestimate him in return. The only takeaway you should have from what I am saying, is... He wants justice against the Circle, and eventually he will get it. Don't allow that 'eventually' to be now. Other than that, play with him as much as you'd like. He may not be a threat to you directly, but his ideals are a threat to ours. He will try to reshape the Circle into how own twisted version of the same."
NOBLE:
"Just how he did Bonnie Blue..."
LADY ABERNATHY:
"Enough about that woman. Focus on yourself. At least you are your own person, and not a borrowed version of who your next source of relevance is."
Noble Savage nods her head as she continues on past the golf field. Lady Abernathy stops walking and watches Noble Savage walk away. The camera then fades to black with a slow zoom into Noble Savage's face.
Fade in from black. We see Noble Savage standing in front of a table. Multiple viles and flasks with different colored liquids bubbling in them sit on the table. We vaguely notice different strange symbols etched into the wood of the table itself as well. Noble Savage seems to understand what these labels mean and smirks as she looks over them.
SAVAGE:
" You are under arrest, John Rabid, you might have the right to remain silent, but not the capability. You love to talk a big game, but fail to realize that no matter how good your trash talk is, you will never back it up in the squared circle against me. I'm not even gonna sugar coat it, your promos are great, but your in ring performance is, ehhh... Passable at best. After I showed Bonnie Blue pity, you came and attacked me as if that meant something, but during the match you did little to nothing... So, since you have nothing of relevance to say, I have to move on to say, anything and everything you say can and will be used against you in the court of law... Or in this case... The WCF ring at SLAM..."
Noble Savage chuckles and shakes her head before taking a deep breath and letting out a sigh with her next words.
SAVAGE:
"Oh, decrepit bat boy... that is all you will ever be, Rabid. You are an incompetent father and husband, with a slight twist of a whimsical circus act. Congratulations,"Clone Raab," you are officially a sorry excuse for a monster, without the laughable insecurity. Which means you are basically another monstimal. I especially enjoyed the embarrassment of your copied and pasted scripts, which you read to the cameras hoping no one notices that you actually stole them from past promos of equally unimpressive wrestlers. That is why I told Noble not to listen to you and your cheap agendas, becoming a clone of a nine year olds Dracula imagination just goes to show how uninspired a human being you’ve always been. But hey, anything to try intimidating someone, right? Maybe if your uninspired mind had tried to goose step across the ring once in awhile it would’ve been funny. But you’ve never been that creative. The best you can conjure up is copying others, and I am sure you won't be able to tolerate someone doing the same to you... Me on the other hand? I don't care. I don't call myself creative, because I know what I am capable of. You call yourself creative because you want others to believe you are. My talent spans generations, whole yours is just a repeat of those same generations. The difference between me and you is that I learn fro. The last and progress, while you learn from the past and try to imitate it. Your past does not eclipse eras or embarrass legends, it simply embarrasses your forefathers. They are all turning in their graves at the sight of the mockery you have made of their legacy. The only reason I’m in this match is because it was booked by a man teamed up with the woman that I felt sorry enough for to grant a victory to. But now he ses to think he was the one who won. Such is the level of smarts at the helm of the WCF these days. Still, like you, I enjoy a challenge, so I think I will just turn to a classic for inspiration. Which means, Jason Rush, that at SLAM, you will be the reborn version of Eccentrix! Yeah, I know, the irony, right? Oh, but listen, just like Eccentrix, you will get to be a forgotten name on the roster. I will exact my proper win over a sparkly vampire this time. An attention seeking boy, who through the course of events will die and serve as a wake up call for others. That’s what I have planned for you, Rabid. I am going to dissect you in that ring and send the elephantine remains back to “Transylvania” so Doctor Frankenstein can see what happens when a real witch deals with those that betray her covenant and its emblem.
"Yes, Rush. You are a betrayer.
That is no more and no less than what you are. I gave you and the Time Witch a safe port. I gave you a breath of fresh air, and shelter from the storm. And how do you repay ME? Oh you shouldn't talk about a man's son... A WITCH SHOULDN'T TALK ABOUT A CHOLD? GET OUT OF HERE YOU INDECISIVE FOOL! I’m going to make you swallow your own intestines this Monday night, you incontinent mosque! You do not take the Covenant in vein! Do you hear me? Or are your ears full of puss like the rest of you? Clear out those muck holes out before the fourth, Rabid, because you need to hear me when I snap your neck. You need to hear my laughter. I want my joy to echo inside whatever’s left of that brain of yours so that maybe, just maybe you’ll wake up and call on your pathetic God and beg him to come down to the ring from whatever fiery cloud he may sit on, just to come rescue your laughable soul."
Noble Savage grabs one of the bubnling flasks and looks at it closely with a smile on her face.
SAVAGE:
"In truth though, RABID, you’re coming to your senses regardless. The means of your arrival to those senses, however, is up to you. You either fall back and realize your arms are to short to hot box with Noble Savage, or you come to the ring on Monday and allow me to Tomb Seek your soft neck into the canvas for the final three second count. Maybe Bonnie Blue will be there at your funeral, a literal reencarnation of Brenda Ann Spencer, watching over your remains, year after year though rain and shine... Shivering in the cold, as you rot beneath her feet... Much like a loyal dog would after his master. That is what she is to you after all, isn't it? I have to admit... That might be funny, if I cared. I guess.
"But caring is an undiscovered country to you now. I is useless to me as well. Just like you Rabid, a useless waste of flesh with no value. You are a failure, almost literally passing for a satire of your ancestors, and I, much like the rest of the WCF Galaxy, am bored of it. You bore everyone, Johnny. You were never interesting, everything you are has been propped up by a desperate management structure to look interesting. You get this match because you stuck by the side of the woman I took this belt from. The earthworm in the mud under Noble Savage's boot, that’s your next gimmick, even though that’s been you from the start. You always did love to smooch, didn’t you Rabid? A man of your lineage is supposed to be a menace, but when people see you, when people hear you, the only word that springs to their minds is... Plagiarism. You’re a vampire with an anemic sense of self respect. An anorexic skill set. Yeah, pathetic...perfect for you. So utterly incompetent, the quintessential company brown nose. Breaking you will be the most boring thing I do in my life. That is quite literally the biggest waste of time I will ever experience.
"Tearing you apart should mean more. But it doesn't. After a these years of being a professional wrestler, you are still a mid carder, so what is there for anyone to gain against you? Nothing. That's what. But look where we are on the card, you're facing the WCF world champion, that isn't a big step for you that is a downgrade for me. It should tell you exactly what it means to hide behind the shadow of a woman who needs you to remain relevant. It counts for nothing. Against me? Even less. You’re being fed to me, Rabid. All that talking you do has rewarded you with your career being gutted and left to bleed out in a wrestling ring. That’s what you get for being the a repeated vampire act and a sorry excuse of a man. You’ve become a punchline for someone else’s joke, but this week, you face someone who doesn't try to be funny. You are a joke in a world where things are serious. No jokes.
"Why did John Rabid cross the road? Because he was stapled go the body of Sammy McPerson when Noble Savage punted it.
"This match is not even an anecdote, John. It is nothing. It is an embarrassment in truth because I am a main event talent, and I do not deserve to be fed scum like you. It is depressing to see the once mighty Time Witch fall so far, so fast. Bonnie and I were doing our best to right the ship, but the ballast was lost and her rudder damaged beyond repair when her rudder was taken over by the less than talented John Rabid. And yet, I soldier on, I do not struggle against the tide, because the tide is my slave. This old haunt of mine means something to me, even when I have to trudge through useless dross like you, John. Even when that indignity is thrust upon me by lessers. Bonnie and Odin do not respect true talent like me it seems; probably professional jealousy. After all, I could wipe the floor with both of them hands down, and yet here I am, making a nonsense match like this look good, just because I can. Just because I’m me. I will see you in the ring, pathetic bird."
The camera cuts out and in comes the image of Noble Savage sitting in a park bench. It is evening and the sky is a light Grey. Birds fly about and the wind is calm as runners breeze by in front of the seats Noble Savage.
NOBLE:
"I feel bad for you, John Rabid. So, for this week, I'm gonna go ahead and give you the Bonnie Blue treatment. I am going to make you feel like the better wrestler and ordain you the win. Because I have nothing to win by defeating you. But you have ALL to win by defeating me... So I will make this easier for WCF as a whole and make it seem like you are even half my equal, and maybe the ratings for WCF Monday Night will go up. But other than that, please be warned... You do not want to awaken the Savage... Because if you do... It will be difficult for me to guarantee your victory. So, good luck out there, vamp. I hope you win."
Noble Savage smiles at the camera as more runners pass by. The sun is setting. The camera then fades to black and the WCF logo eases into our view.
