Post by Noble Savage on Feb 10, 2019 23:57:03 GMT -5
Noble Savage Roleplay
SLAM 2/11/19
Noble Savage vs. Jazzy John McCarty
"Club 24"
Word Count: 2,424
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"Heretic and saint, mortal eyes cannot distinguish them." ~ G.B. Shaw
The scene that opens up is a familiar one; an old style night club with a band playing live music. Typical setting for any promo involving an opponent of Jazzy John. Once the band concludes their song, the people in attendance give them a round of applause. Noble Savage enters the stage area and approaches a microphone as the spot light shines on her. She speaks her next words into the microphone with a soothing low tone.
NOBLE:
"Alright, ladies and gentlemen, that was 'Oh the drama' by Holly G and the Bad Times. They appreciate your applause, I'm sure. But if we may clear the stage of this jazzy nonsense so that I may get a word in please..."
The members of the band that just played begin to gather their things to pick up and leave. Noble Savage gives them a menacing look and then hisses at them, making them all hurry and abandon the stage, leaving all their instruments behind. Noble Savage rolls her eyes and focuses on the microphone again.
NOBLE:
"Now listen up, you jazz handed floosy, I have legitimately grown sick and tired of the WCF throwing my name into matches with men beneath my level, so at this point you are in the wrong place at the wrong time. Yeah, I'll admit there is one man in this company that I have not yet figured out, and it has shown, but that does not justify your presence in the same ring as the WCF Champion. You have one small thing in common with that other John in that you, too, are someone I have not figured out. But in your case it is only because there is nothing to figure out to begin with. You are a failed opening act, riddled with cringe worthy jokes and horrible puns, accented ever so gracefully by a pension for lackluster in ring skills... Yet the WCF Galaxy still finds you entertaining. What is so entertaining about you besides your Honeymooner style promos? That is something I am willing to admit, your promos are pretty fun to watch, and almost makes me want to forget about how pathetic you are outside of them. I heard you love jazz, so I decided I'm going to swing this one out in a way you may appreciate."
Noble Savage takes a small step back and sits on a stool, reaching forth to the microphone and unmounting it in the process. A soft piano plays in the background, although she is not singing. She says her next words in the rhythmic pattern of slam poetry, which is so obviously not Jazz, but this is Noble Savage we are talking about, so you already know could not care less what the difference is.
NOBLE:
"I heard my name on the radio this morning, John. In the broadcast, they outlined my best traits... My musical inclination was nowhere to be heard and I am sure you know why... Because this profession of mine, this coliseum of backstage politics, this promising land of which I am the Zenith, John... It is about wrestling and that is what I do. I hurt people for a living, John. Physically, mentally, and emotionally. I'm not here to put smiles on faces or to make people twirl their finger in the air while jamming to a tune... No, I'm here to break bones, rules, and records. Now, perhaps another difference between you and I is that your Jazzy nick name comes from a hobby that you do outside of your profession, in which case I should probably call myself 'Pedocidal' Brandi Noble... But that doesn't have a good ring to it. It doesn't flow as easily from the lips as Jazzy John does. So, no, I'll leave that to you. There is not much to be said about a man who brands himself his own nick name. My nick names have been ordained. Whether it is the nick name granted to me by once great Time Witch, the title given to me by the ancient order, or the very accurate label attached to me by one butter animal recently... My names have been earned, not just invented."
By now the people in attendance are all getting up from their seats and abandoning the hall. No le Savage seems amused by this and says her next words with sarcasm through laughter.
NOBLE:
"Don't ya'll leave now, the fun just started. This is supposed to be a Jazz Festival, and ya'll just gonna leave? Come on, North Carolina, what happened to 'a better place to be'? Ha ha ha!"
The guests hurry even more and just about every seat ends up empty, except for one. In that seat is none other than Lady Abernathy, who smirks at Noble Savage.
NOBLE:
"Well, now that we've eliminated all the hillbillies from the crowd and are finally left with the only intelligent expectator within a ten mile radius, the show goes on..."
LADY ABERNATHY:
"I believe a song would be appropriate?"
NOBLE:
"Why sing Jazzy John a song when his career isn't even worth a skit?"
LADY ABERNATHY:
"It is in our contract to promote each show... Since this opponent is a joke, it is only appropriate to have a bit of fun while fulfilling our duties."
NOBLE:
"Good point. Well, John, you heard The Lady. Now, I'm not very good at singing but I know someone who is. So, if you don't mind..."
Noble Savage clears her throat. A smirk manifests itself on her face as she smoothly sings in a low raspy country style. This is also not Jazz, but at least there's an acoustic guitar sound now instead of a piano. Her facial expressions would show that she is trying to sound jazzy at all.
SAVAGE:
"Here's a little song I like to call Burning Desire, and it is dedicated to all the Jazzy John's of the world..
"I do not have the truth, I don't... Oh no I don't I don't... But I... I am known to seek what others won't. And even though I'm not the one who lives in fire... I raised some hell at One with my...
"Burning desire! Burning desire, yeah, burning desire... You are just another victim of the fire...
"Carnal and spiritual do not equal each other... So, if you're going to be Jazzy, run for cover... Because this ritual of mine, Johnny Boy, it's not for you... Oh no... This is the worst part of your nightmares coming true...
"Burning desire... You're gonna pray for me and my burning desire... You're gonna call your God to rescue you from my fire...
Lady Abernathy stands up clapping, Nancy Pelosi style, at no le Savage's awkward pseudo-rock performance. Noble Savage bows her head to accept the applause.
LADY ABERNATHY:
"Brah... Vah! That was horrible... The most beautiful and excruciatingly sad melody I have ever heard. Now, do us a favor, child. When you go out on Slam MO day night, do meditate for me. It is vital that you continue to calm yourself after the savagery you put Samuel McPherson through two weeks ago. You could best the time witch on your worst day, but that vamp that has her fooled proved to be more of a threat than her."
Noble Savage nods and curls her lip in a pensive gesture.
NOBLE:
"Mm hmm... And I can't thank you enough, lady, you've been wonderful. I don't know what you did or how you did it, but you effectively deviated John Rabid from learning about the six covenants of the circle. Now we're back to him knowing nothing, and for that I am thankful. I needed this outing. This breath of fresh air to clear my head... Thank you."
LADY ABERNATHY:
"Do not thank me yet, child. You've already shown that you are underestimating Jazzy John. And if this match goes the same way as your encounter with the vamp, then my efforts to ease your mind have been in vain."
Noble Savage looks at the camera now and grins.
SAVAGE:
"Oh, don't get cocky John. I may be a little careless when it comes to my competition, but that doesn't mean you're in the clear. As I said, you're beneath me, but I am not sorry for you. I am simply biding my time by allowing Noble to become as angry as I am. Using these hard knocks to dynamite every si gle movement and ensuring that every step I take is in fact a finishing move inside that ring. I may speak the words of the ancients but it is in plain English that I will execute your death sentence. The lesson is mine to give, and this week I give it to you, so that you may give to the rest of the maggots of your class after I'm through with you. My life may never interest you, since it is not written and produced by the son of a blues player, but I'm almost flying between buildings in the bigger cities while you are still cleaning bathrooms in small towns. So I make it look easy as whislitng Dixie. But before the cameras begin to roll I have to offer blood to my ancestors, just to eliminate tension. Unfortunately this week I have no choice but to deliver the old they expect by extracting it from you. See, these offerings are a type of therapy session for me, which I can recommend to you as well... The ancients will heal you and remove you from the music inclinations. They will help you, understand you, and cleanse you fsr better than any psychiatrist, without charging you one hundred dollars per hour. But that offer is not exactly on the table as of yet. The offer that is on the table, is your flesh and blood to my ancestors. I am here for lessons and growth, whether it is my own, or my opponents, John, and it all depends on whether or not you are getting the message. If you are here for greatness or for fame. If you are a Heretic you might be destined for greatness... After I retire... But if you are a Saint, then I am your damnation."
Noble Savage winks her eye st the camera before following Lady Abernathy to the back of the hall where we now approach a bar setting.
NOBLE:
"They say failure builds character, and I can't argue that. Eccentrix made me fail at my debut and since then I've been crippling everyone I've come across... So much so that people don't even recognize when I have lost. Just last week I had a guy refer to me as undefeated, when I had literally lost to his own tag partner just two weeks prior. In front of him at that. And to my former stable mate two weeks before that. My success vastly outshines my failure and that is what failure builds character means. But looking at your track record, it's no wonder you're such an entertaining guy, because failure builds character and given as much failure as you have seen, you have no choice but to be bursting with character. You came in to this place as a man with a dream and a vision. You quickly lost that edge and became a bitter cynic, taking people to court over questionable situations. That means you've become slightly wiser, John. You've realized that dreams are lies... Lies that will one day be jokes... And once you wake up from that dream, you begin to lose sight of your own vision... And that's when it all comes crashing down... It's not as simple as me grabbing my Championship belt and raising it high in the sky before and after every match, letting the lightning strike down and electrify my veins to let loose on the nation... No, for you it is a far bigger struggle. You are one who shows fury over a bump, just like
children of butter fortune, complaining about every little aspect of their lives. Your strength comes from lawsuits and grievances."
LADY ABERNATHY:
"Jazzy John will never understand what any of that means, child. We are apostles of truth. You are the cleric of balance, and he is just a other little man. Do not waste your time explaining your business to him."
SAVAGE:
"Wrestling is as much entertainment as it is pugilism, Lady. My words may be over his head, but at least that stirs thought. I provide the viewers with food for thought and help them think for themselves instead of listening to some jazz fan tell them how to feel. Because if this art we call pain is your drug, Lady, I'll invite anyone to a trip. I proclaim the horror of being the bearer of destruction. I shed prophecies, but this Jazzy John guy is merchant of hope and will try to capitalize after that other John pounced on me like a Messiah."
LADY ABERNATHY:
"Child, there is no better teacher than error, no victory is sweeter than that of one who suffers and then heals her pain."
NOBLE:
"I know, Lady. I have lived in these liquid, tasteless times, without being afraid of the fear. I'm honest, I made my personal diary public when I came into this business with my inner hell to move mountains. And if this Monday fails me, then once again I relax and sing. Savage manifests the torture methods and gathers the flaming arrows. I then throw them and of course I hit my target nine times out of ten, but leave it to a selected few to focus on that one that I missed, to say that I need to drop my belt just because they did not like something I said. I'm done with the easily offended generation. I'm just gonna sip this rum with sprite and say cheers to the world of professional wrestling for never letting a smart mouth complain his way to the top. And the tribute that I offer this Monday
to the beautiful frenzy of fighting will be to capture more miniature souls that are not suitable for this business... Much left worthy of stepping in the same ring as its Champion."
LADY ABERNATHY:
"I can drink to that."
Lady Abernathy and Noble Savage take a seat at the bar and both raise their glasses up in a cheer as the camera slowly fades to black.
SLAM 2/11/19
Noble Savage vs. Jazzy John McCarty
"Club 24"
Word Count: 2,424
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"Heretic and saint, mortal eyes cannot distinguish them." ~ G.B. Shaw
The scene that opens up is a familiar one; an old style night club with a band playing live music. Typical setting for any promo involving an opponent of Jazzy John. Once the band concludes their song, the people in attendance give them a round of applause. Noble Savage enters the stage area and approaches a microphone as the spot light shines on her. She speaks her next words into the microphone with a soothing low tone.
NOBLE:
"Alright, ladies and gentlemen, that was 'Oh the drama' by Holly G and the Bad Times. They appreciate your applause, I'm sure. But if we may clear the stage of this jazzy nonsense so that I may get a word in please..."
The members of the band that just played begin to gather their things to pick up and leave. Noble Savage gives them a menacing look and then hisses at them, making them all hurry and abandon the stage, leaving all their instruments behind. Noble Savage rolls her eyes and focuses on the microphone again.
NOBLE:
"Now listen up, you jazz handed floosy, I have legitimately grown sick and tired of the WCF throwing my name into matches with men beneath my level, so at this point you are in the wrong place at the wrong time. Yeah, I'll admit there is one man in this company that I have not yet figured out, and it has shown, but that does not justify your presence in the same ring as the WCF Champion. You have one small thing in common with that other John in that you, too, are someone I have not figured out. But in your case it is only because there is nothing to figure out to begin with. You are a failed opening act, riddled with cringe worthy jokes and horrible puns, accented ever so gracefully by a pension for lackluster in ring skills... Yet the WCF Galaxy still finds you entertaining. What is so entertaining about you besides your Honeymooner style promos? That is something I am willing to admit, your promos are pretty fun to watch, and almost makes me want to forget about how pathetic you are outside of them. I heard you love jazz, so I decided I'm going to swing this one out in a way you may appreciate."
Noble Savage takes a small step back and sits on a stool, reaching forth to the microphone and unmounting it in the process. A soft piano plays in the background, although she is not singing. She says her next words in the rhythmic pattern of slam poetry, which is so obviously not Jazz, but this is Noble Savage we are talking about, so you already know could not care less what the difference is.
NOBLE:
"I heard my name on the radio this morning, John. In the broadcast, they outlined my best traits... My musical inclination was nowhere to be heard and I am sure you know why... Because this profession of mine, this coliseum of backstage politics, this promising land of which I am the Zenith, John... It is about wrestling and that is what I do. I hurt people for a living, John. Physically, mentally, and emotionally. I'm not here to put smiles on faces or to make people twirl their finger in the air while jamming to a tune... No, I'm here to break bones, rules, and records. Now, perhaps another difference between you and I is that your Jazzy nick name comes from a hobby that you do outside of your profession, in which case I should probably call myself 'Pedocidal' Brandi Noble... But that doesn't have a good ring to it. It doesn't flow as easily from the lips as Jazzy John does. So, no, I'll leave that to you. There is not much to be said about a man who brands himself his own nick name. My nick names have been ordained. Whether it is the nick name granted to me by once great Time Witch, the title given to me by the ancient order, or the very accurate label attached to me by one butter animal recently... My names have been earned, not just invented."
By now the people in attendance are all getting up from their seats and abandoning the hall. No le Savage seems amused by this and says her next words with sarcasm through laughter.
NOBLE:
"Don't ya'll leave now, the fun just started. This is supposed to be a Jazz Festival, and ya'll just gonna leave? Come on, North Carolina, what happened to 'a better place to be'? Ha ha ha!"
The guests hurry even more and just about every seat ends up empty, except for one. In that seat is none other than Lady Abernathy, who smirks at Noble Savage.
NOBLE:
"Well, now that we've eliminated all the hillbillies from the crowd and are finally left with the only intelligent expectator within a ten mile radius, the show goes on..."
LADY ABERNATHY:
"I believe a song would be appropriate?"
NOBLE:
"Why sing Jazzy John a song when his career isn't even worth a skit?"
LADY ABERNATHY:
"It is in our contract to promote each show... Since this opponent is a joke, it is only appropriate to have a bit of fun while fulfilling our duties."
NOBLE:
"Good point. Well, John, you heard The Lady. Now, I'm not very good at singing but I know someone who is. So, if you don't mind..."
Noble Savage clears her throat. A smirk manifests itself on her face as she smoothly sings in a low raspy country style. This is also not Jazz, but at least there's an acoustic guitar sound now instead of a piano. Her facial expressions would show that she is trying to sound jazzy at all.
SAVAGE:
"Here's a little song I like to call Burning Desire, and it is dedicated to all the Jazzy John's of the world..
"I do not have the truth, I don't... Oh no I don't I don't... But I... I am known to seek what others won't. And even though I'm not the one who lives in fire... I raised some hell at One with my...
"Burning desire! Burning desire, yeah, burning desire... You are just another victim of the fire...
"Carnal and spiritual do not equal each other... So, if you're going to be Jazzy, run for cover... Because this ritual of mine, Johnny Boy, it's not for you... Oh no... This is the worst part of your nightmares coming true...
"Burning desire... You're gonna pray for me and my burning desire... You're gonna call your God to rescue you from my fire...
Lady Abernathy stands up clapping, Nancy Pelosi style, at no le Savage's awkward pseudo-rock performance. Noble Savage bows her head to accept the applause.
LADY ABERNATHY:
"Brah... Vah! That was horrible... The most beautiful and excruciatingly sad melody I have ever heard. Now, do us a favor, child. When you go out on Slam MO day night, do meditate for me. It is vital that you continue to calm yourself after the savagery you put Samuel McPherson through two weeks ago. You could best the time witch on your worst day, but that vamp that has her fooled proved to be more of a threat than her."
Noble Savage nods and curls her lip in a pensive gesture.
NOBLE:
"Mm hmm... And I can't thank you enough, lady, you've been wonderful. I don't know what you did or how you did it, but you effectively deviated John Rabid from learning about the six covenants of the circle. Now we're back to him knowing nothing, and for that I am thankful. I needed this outing. This breath of fresh air to clear my head... Thank you."
LADY ABERNATHY:
"Do not thank me yet, child. You've already shown that you are underestimating Jazzy John. And if this match goes the same way as your encounter with the vamp, then my efforts to ease your mind have been in vain."
Noble Savage looks at the camera now and grins.
SAVAGE:
"Oh, don't get cocky John. I may be a little careless when it comes to my competition, but that doesn't mean you're in the clear. As I said, you're beneath me, but I am not sorry for you. I am simply biding my time by allowing Noble to become as angry as I am. Using these hard knocks to dynamite every si gle movement and ensuring that every step I take is in fact a finishing move inside that ring. I may speak the words of the ancients but it is in plain English that I will execute your death sentence. The lesson is mine to give, and this week I give it to you, so that you may give to the rest of the maggots of your class after I'm through with you. My life may never interest you, since it is not written and produced by the son of a blues player, but I'm almost flying between buildings in the bigger cities while you are still cleaning bathrooms in small towns. So I make it look easy as whislitng Dixie. But before the cameras begin to roll I have to offer blood to my ancestors, just to eliminate tension. Unfortunately this week I have no choice but to deliver the old they expect by extracting it from you. See, these offerings are a type of therapy session for me, which I can recommend to you as well... The ancients will heal you and remove you from the music inclinations. They will help you, understand you, and cleanse you fsr better than any psychiatrist, without charging you one hundred dollars per hour. But that offer is not exactly on the table as of yet. The offer that is on the table, is your flesh and blood to my ancestors. I am here for lessons and growth, whether it is my own, or my opponents, John, and it all depends on whether or not you are getting the message. If you are here for greatness or for fame. If you are a Heretic you might be destined for greatness... After I retire... But if you are a Saint, then I am your damnation."
Noble Savage winks her eye st the camera before following Lady Abernathy to the back of the hall where we now approach a bar setting.
NOBLE:
"They say failure builds character, and I can't argue that. Eccentrix made me fail at my debut and since then I've been crippling everyone I've come across... So much so that people don't even recognize when I have lost. Just last week I had a guy refer to me as undefeated, when I had literally lost to his own tag partner just two weeks prior. In front of him at that. And to my former stable mate two weeks before that. My success vastly outshines my failure and that is what failure builds character means. But looking at your track record, it's no wonder you're such an entertaining guy, because failure builds character and given as much failure as you have seen, you have no choice but to be bursting with character. You came in to this place as a man with a dream and a vision. You quickly lost that edge and became a bitter cynic, taking people to court over questionable situations. That means you've become slightly wiser, John. You've realized that dreams are lies... Lies that will one day be jokes... And once you wake up from that dream, you begin to lose sight of your own vision... And that's when it all comes crashing down... It's not as simple as me grabbing my Championship belt and raising it high in the sky before and after every match, letting the lightning strike down and electrify my veins to let loose on the nation... No, for you it is a far bigger struggle. You are one who shows fury over a bump, just like
children of butter fortune, complaining about every little aspect of their lives. Your strength comes from lawsuits and grievances."
LADY ABERNATHY:
"Jazzy John will never understand what any of that means, child. We are apostles of truth. You are the cleric of balance, and he is just a other little man. Do not waste your time explaining your business to him."
SAVAGE:
"Wrestling is as much entertainment as it is pugilism, Lady. My words may be over his head, but at least that stirs thought. I provide the viewers with food for thought and help them think for themselves instead of listening to some jazz fan tell them how to feel. Because if this art we call pain is your drug, Lady, I'll invite anyone to a trip. I proclaim the horror of being the bearer of destruction. I shed prophecies, but this Jazzy John guy is merchant of hope and will try to capitalize after that other John pounced on me like a Messiah."
LADY ABERNATHY:
"Child, there is no better teacher than error, no victory is sweeter than that of one who suffers and then heals her pain."
NOBLE:
"I know, Lady. I have lived in these liquid, tasteless times, without being afraid of the fear. I'm honest, I made my personal diary public when I came into this business with my inner hell to move mountains. And if this Monday fails me, then once again I relax and sing. Savage manifests the torture methods and gathers the flaming arrows. I then throw them and of course I hit my target nine times out of ten, but leave it to a selected few to focus on that one that I missed, to say that I need to drop my belt just because they did not like something I said. I'm done with the easily offended generation. I'm just gonna sip this rum with sprite and say cheers to the world of professional wrestling for never letting a smart mouth complain his way to the top. And the tribute that I offer this Monday
to the beautiful frenzy of fighting will be to capture more miniature souls that are not suitable for this business... Much left worthy of stepping in the same ring as its Champion."
LADY ABERNATHY:
"I can drink to that."
Lady Abernathy and Noble Savage take a seat at the bar and both raise their glasses up in a cheer as the camera slowly fades to black.
