Post by Noble Savage on Feb 24, 2019 23:34:05 GMT -5
Noble Savage Roleplay
Till Death Do Us Part PPV 2/25/2019
WCF Championship Match: Bonnie Blue vs. Noble Savage (c)
"After the Laughter"
Word Count: 5,000
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Poorly aged film clicks and statics its way into our view as we are presented with the footage of a damaged record spinning atop a cobweb infested vitrola. The sound that comes from the phonograph is a distortion of the chorus to "Flaming Telepaths" by The Blue Oyster Cult:
The audio echoes off as the record seemingly skips on the last syllable. A pale white hand with darkened green veins and hellish black fingernails reaches for the record's needle and sets it to rest as the camera widens out to reveal more of the scenery.
NOBLE (spoken off camera):
"There is no love without hate... No peace without war... No sanity without madness... No laughter without a weep... Forgive me, Daughter of Time... I tried to save you."
The flickering effect of the video continues as we see that the person sitting next to the gramophone is none other than the WCF Champion herself - Noble Savage. She is in a rocking chair, and the WCF Championship belt is draped over the backrest of it as she sways back and forth. Her legs are crossed, and on her lap is an old dusty book, open with decaying pages, which puffs up a cloud of dust when she slams it shut before speaking.
SAVAGE:
"Oh, Bonnie... Bonnie, Bonnie, Bonnie... So much hope I had for you. I even went as far as allowing you to christen me the 'Soul Witch,' only for you to later come and use that same moniker against me... What was it you called it? Something a fifteen year old girl comes up with when she doesn't understand copyright? Cute, Bonnie. Maybe that potion of inflict irrelevance that John Rabid made you drink has made you forget your own officiations. You Really went out of your way to destroy all the preconceived admiration I had for you. You absolutely deconstructed yourself down to the last molecule and became a mere spec of who I thought you were. You're almost as delusional as Sammy McMuffins now, stating claims that are literally the proven opposite this reality. I will admit I was heartbroken when I started seeing you become the joke that you are today, but I thought it was just a phase... I was wrong. It is not a mere phase, this is really you. I thought you were done playing side chick to random men when I came and revived your career. I thought you were your own woman for once, but then you fall into the arms of yet another man who wants to suck the life out of you. And yet again you think this is what is going to electroshock your career. And yet again, someone has to come along and remind you that you... Just... Don't... Have it."
Noble Savage now uncrosses her legs, slamming her feet firmly on the weathered hardwood floors beneath her. She carelessly lets the book fall off to the side of her rocking chair.
SAVAGE:
"Here is a concept you should know a thing or two about, Bonnie... Wasted Time... See, unlike you, Time Witch, I do not manipulate time, so it is one of those things I find to be very valuable and irreplaceable. While you might not really see a problem with Wasting Time, I definitely do. I hate doing it, and I hate it when others do it... I was under the impression that the Daughter of Time would respect Time just as much... But, again, I was wrong. I used to look up to you, but that was only because I expected so much of you. Hours upon hours, glued to a television screen, binge watching on your past promo's... Thinking... she is the one. Together, her and I would absolutely decimate the entire WCF Roster. Now, I look back and realize that it was I, alone, who decimated the roster... Without your help. The only thing you did to help was crown me as The Soul Witch... But other than that, all the leg work and actual fighting was left to me. The very second I decided to stop carrying you on my back, the Belt became mine. And it was a waste... All the time I spent trying to get you to be, back then, where I am today. A proven waste. You never had what it takes, and I was too green to see that. But now it is clear as day. You, Bonnie Blue, are just an idea. An idea that is aware that it is in desperate need of a executor to make things happen, but has failed to land in the right hands... You ended up landing in MY hands, and I proved that I could take you to new heights... I got you the rematch with Odin that you never earned or deserved when I carried the Guardians in Hellimination, and I made sure that you rose to the top of WCF and became its Champion... You could have been greater as my side kick, but you dropped the ball... And now you are just another idea, in the hands of an honorless man who only thinks of his own personal gain. Great career choice, Bon. Now all the hard work I did to mold you into the woman you've never been are in vain. And that upsets me... It breaks my heart to know you chose to go back into your sheltered little school girl ways instead of continuing to dominate. Instead of pushing forward, you went back... I should have known... That's the only thing you know how to do; retrogress..."
Noble Savage shrugs her shoulders with her lips pressed and her eyebrows raised. She then takes a deep breath and leans back in the rocking chair, reaching back over her head and grabbing the WCF Championship Belt. She places the belt over her lap and looks down at it with a subtle smile, then makes eye contact with the camera once again.
SAVAGE:
"If only you knew enough to push things forward, I would have allowed you to keep this. But you only proved to have butterfingers. Your first title defense came and you dropped the belt, and that was only because you began to work backward when you left my protective custody. You do not value Time, and you do not value yourself. As it turns out, I valued you more than you do... I saw potential in you that you didn't see. I was just as eager to find something as the blind man in the dark room who was looking for a black cat that was never even in there. I knew there was a witch in WCF that would complete the Circle. So, naturally, when I met you, I was convinced that it was you... Little did I know that I was the witch within all along... Then you helped me... You helped me understand that I, too, was a witch. And you entrusted me with the title of Soul. But I still thought you were the witch who would hold the gold and fulfill prophecies... And I was shocked to find out that you weren't... You were merely an instrument that the ancients were using to force me to find the link between my inner deity and myself. And after your usefulness came to an end, I was positioned in the perfect spot to take the Gold from you and give it the pedestal it truly deserved. I was out there rooting for you and fighting battles in your honor to secure your spotlight and to bring you to where I thought you belonged, but it was me... It was me all along. How naive of me to believe that a woman who cannot even exist independently would actually be capable of commanding the balance that moves earth. Your entire career has been composed of instances of riding a man's coat tails, which just screams daddy issues. Granted, Johnny Reb had a less than impressive career, at least he left you something to model your pathetic life after. At least he was a good talker... You're definitely a good talker just like him, but you never actually back up that strong bark of yours... You had me in a cross face, Bonnie, and I... I... I felt nothing... The only thing I felt was pity for how much you were struggling to keep that in, so I decided to stop wasting time and just hand you the win. It wasn't gonna mean anything anyway... But then that manipulative scumbag had to come and attack me with a chair... Even after I just gave him a tag team win... Makes no sense. Even the way he rambled afterward, without letting you get a word in, didn't really justify or make sense of what he just did. It was literally out of the blue and unprovoked. I guess that's what they mean when they say the World Champ has a big bullseye on her back... That people will just grasp at straws for any reason to come at me, in hopes that it will put them in a Title-shot position. You're the pawn of an opportunist, Bonnie, how does that make you feel? Does it make you feel that fatherly love you never got as a little girl? Does it solve your daddy issues? Does John Rabid remind you of your failure of a father? I mean, he's just as good a talker as him, so why not? But talk is cheap, Bonnie. All he is doing right now is proving to the world how much better than you he is, because he is successfully marionetting you around and you haven't the slightest clue. You think you have a chance at this World Championship, but you most certainly do not... He just wants to use you to tire me out a little before he eventually gets his shot. That way things will be easier, or at least he thinks. But let's put the shoe on the other foot, for a second... Let's suppose you dig down deep and find that non-existent spark of a true woman inside you, and you manage to best the Soul Witch... You'll be champion, bravo... But John Rabid wants the belt... All he's gonna do is force you to drop it to him, or even worse, carry it around like it is his even if he never earned it... But you mustn't worry, Bonnie... It will not come to that. You and I both know you are not... Enough... To defeat me. You are not enough of a fighter, not enough of a woman, not enough of a competitor, but at least you are starting to be as much of a talker as your dad... And your new daddy."
Noble Savage stands up now, and wraps the Championship Belt around her waist, snapping the buttons in the back in the process. She slaps the face of the belt twice before chuckling a bit and taking a step forward while looking down at her feet. She gets close to the camera and lifts her head to face forth while sighing her next words out with a smirk.
SAVAGE:
"But talking, as they say, is just another way to silence the lack of love, is it not? The smooth talkers are always the ones who entice co-dependent dames like you. You then proceed to try to imitate their sharp tongues and mannerisms, but fall flat due to the simple fact that, you cannot back it up. It's one thing to talk trash in your promos but it's another to actually follow through. So, even if Reb & Rabid both cut a promo about me with both of their fists crammed up your sphincter to make you say their words like the uninspired puppet you are... When it came to in-ring comp, little girl, you would be alone against me, therefore you would not deliver. So, instead of talking, Bonnie Blue, how about this time around you start praying? Yeah, that's right, Pray... Pray for the salvation of your wretched soul. Pray for the forgiveness of your lustful sins. Pray that your Goddess finally starts listening to you again, because at Till Death Do Us Part, you are going to need Her to be listening when I wring the blood out of the very fabric of your existence. You're gonna need to fix your relationship with Her in time for when the God Caller is locked in, which reminds me... As a way to show you how special you still are in my heart, just for you, I will change the name of the God Caller for one night only... It is the Goddess Caller just this once. And trust me, you've never felt anything like it. Up until now, I have shown you nothing but Mercy and Pity, but I believe congratulations should be in order... You are finally going to feel what it is like to go one on one with a Noble Savage that is not holding back... This must be exciting for you, I'm sure, but not so much for me. See, I still feel a silent part of me, deep down, that wants to believe that you can one day become everything that you claim to be. I'm silencing that hopeful dodger because you are in no way shape or form worthy of the praise that Noble has given you. I have already listened to your heart while it was beating a mile a minute and I still was not impressed... The rest of the noise you made might have gotten on Noble's good side, but to me it is all still just noise."
We now cut to a clip of Bonnie Blue smiling after Noble Savage tapped out to her crossface. Fast forward to Noble Savage being laid out by the swing of a steel chair in the hands of John Rabid, then flash into a still image of John Rabid holding a microphone while standing over the bloody and unconscious Noble Savage. This still Image fades back to Noble Savage in the cobweb-ridden room she previously stood in, but now she is leaning against a dresser, looking at herself in the mirror with a grin on her face.
NOBLE:
"I'm guessing all that noise you and Rabid made at my expense was meant to be a statement. One can only assume that's what it felt like to you because of that huge smile on that beautiful face of yours. It's kinda sad, really, that you find such joy in such insignificant and ineffective moments. The only thing you really managed to get from me that night was a sigh relief after you got off me... Of course, then after the match was over came the cowardly acts that your buddy is known for. I do not blame you for what he did, but I do question your intellect after that randomly uncalled for moment. Because you actually celebrated that pointless attack as if a house just fell on me and made my feet curl... But as you can see, the Wicked Witch is not dead... I'm still alive... And I'm still...
Noble Savage turns away from the mirror and faces the camera, letting us see the faceplate of the shiny gold that is strapped around her waist.
SAVAGE:
"...YOUR WCF World Champion!"
The look on Noble Savage's face changes from a smile to more of a condescending and sarcastic pout of pity.
NOBLE:
"I'm not gonna lie, Bonnie, you are right when you say I am a bit lost... That I have a missing screw in the noggin... That I lack a conscience... But that much will never hold any relevance to how much better than you I am in that ring. There is no room in this tier of the totem pole for a person with a conscience. The road we are traveling through at this moment is an extensive one with intertwining intersections that a person with all their screws intact just would not be able to follow. It confuses people, so I would be lying if I didn't admit that, yes, I am a bit lost, but so are you. For example, have you ever stopped to think about why - just why - the WCF Galaxy that genuinely hates me and everything I stand for, and micro-analyzes every little thing I do just because I am witch... Collectively cheers for me whenever the opponent happens to be you... It's not that they like me, Bonnie, it's that they see what the alternative is and pick the better competitor. We are both witches, we are both hated, but when it comes to credibility in one's word... They know which one of us is the genuine article. And that is me... The mistress of equality. I'm not a hero of the people, not by a long shot... I hate each and every single one of them almost as much as Savage does. Almost as much as you want them to hate you. I do not care what they think, but it is obvious that you do and that is why going in to New Orleans your own poorly balanced mind is going to be against you. Me, I couldn't care less. I'm just believable when I say what I think. I do not flip flop back and forth with my sentiments and alliances. I do not desperately seek approval from anyone, and as much as you'd like to force yourself to believe this; I never sought YOUR approval either. Yeah, I came off as a fan girl because of how excited I was to finally find the illustrious Time Witch... But it was one of those situations where you might think you have a crush on someone but finally get to date them and realize your idea of who they are had set the bar too high for anyone to realistically meet it. And that's why I was let down... So, at times Savage may say you let me down, but in my heart I know that I let myself down by allowing my hopes of your greatness to be unrealistically disproportionate to what your minute capabilities could match. That much was evident when our first encounter can be compared to our most recent one. I was not even amused with your allegations at the contract signing, I don't even think I was looking at you much, I just knew what you were up to so I just let you say and think whatever you wanted, because... You and I both know, that you are not that effective when you need to be, and you will always fall short when it counts the most."
The film grain hairs flicker back to a view of the vitrola but suddenly snaps back to Noble Savage and instantly fades in to a short four-second clip of the contract signing segment from last Week's Slam. We see Bonnie Blue talking on the microphone in front of Noble Savage, and Noble Savage just standing still, allowing nothing but her eyes to follow Bonnie around. We now cut back to the darkened Victorian setting with Noble Savage. She is now sitting on the rocking chair once again. Out of nowhere, Lady Abernathy steps in beside her and hands her the same book that she had dropped earlier. Noble Savage takes it and nods.
SAVAGE:
"Your lack of consensus last week shouted urgently to the masses that there are no Emergency Exits in a WCF ring. You might have thought that your words spoke volumes, but they failed to resonate with your insecure body language. I observed your incoherence closely. See, you stand before the World Champion and tell her that she does not value the Championship... When this Championship is the only thing I have ever valued. I'm the one who speaks in tongues, but that night you were something straight out of the Tower of Babel. It is the incoherence of existence. I do NOT celebrate miniscule deeds, but you find ways to throw parties about the littlest things. Bonnie, I'm not sure if your warped mind remembers this or if you've already fabricated an alternate reality, but I was the one who took you away from the abyss. And at Hellimination, it was me who fended off Odin and his goons! I kept the guardians afloat! I HAVE SAVED YOU ALL FROM OBLIVION!"
Lady Abernathy puts her hand on Noble Savage's shoulder, effectively calming her down. Noble Savage takes a deep breath and fixes her hair to regain her mellow composure.
NOBLE:
"But what about me, Bonnie? I gave and gave and got nothing in return. Now I've completed the circle on my own and realized I never needed you... Now, I have Savage constantly whispering 'I told you so' because you couldn't be the woman you said you were. So, tell me, Daughter of Time, who protects me from myself? I now spend most of my time dormant, wishing that David seeks Goliath and defeats him... Wishing that the little bubble of fury never bursts. Impossible occurrences... That's how I am living now, Bonnie, waiting for the impossible. Trying to repeat the unrepeatable. Trying to now have MYSELF beaten out of the Savage, because she was right all along. All I do now is hope that Savage doesn't do anything that would land me in jail. Not because I fear prison, but because I love freedom. And that's all your fault. You broke my heart, Bonnie... It's only right that I let Savage break yours."
A tear runs down the right eye of Noble Savage, disintegrating into a lonely line of smoke as it burns into her pale cheeks. Noble Savage no opens the book and pretends to read from it. After a couple of seconds she chuckles and looks up at the camera again.
SAVAGE:
"That's why I do not catch feelings, Bon... That's when when I catch what I feel, I simply write it down in The Book of Shadows. I bind it all away, and focus on the hate rather than the love. I guess that's why I never thought I would be the one to lead the way for the greater good... Because even since the days of the Ancients, witches have always been lustful beings, easily lured by carnal desires of a sexual nature, and I... Well, I've never been as promiscuous as you, Bonnie. I do not have runway ramp agents pointing everyone in the direction of my lady parts with an open invitation to my vagina for anything with a beard... Unlike you, I'm not that easy. As a matter of fact, there are times in which I wonder what is such a big deal about sex that has all these people so zombified towards it? I guess you can say I'm the only pure witch to ever live, because I have never been involved in any type of sexual act... I do not let those silly little fleshly desires distract me from my true destiny, but you... So easily spread your legs for anyone that is willing to carry you as their tag team partner into relevance... That is something I can truly admit you have that I don't... The promiscuous nature that traditional witches possess. They call it maturity. I call it focus. I am able to take that leap over the tallest mountains and laugh on my way down on the other side, because I haven't a single worry or desire that this world could possibly give me, other than the satisfaction of ruining innocent lives. And you... All you really want is glitter and gold, is that not right, Bonnie? The only reason you want this belt is because of the fortune and fame that comes with it... I do not care about any of that, I only care about the spiritual values that the gold holds. All you want to do is get laid and get paid... I have a higher purpose that involve the very minerals that created this leather strap. You just want to be able to prance around and look pretty wearing it... And maybe model around the bedroom naked with it for the erotic pleasures of John Rabid. Your dad would be proud."
Lady Abernathy lets out an uncharacteristic smirk after that last sentence. Noble Savage smiles up at her, but Lady Abernathy quickly conceals her facial expression. Noble Savage looks down at the book and pulls out a feather from within one of the back pages. She proceeds to use the feather to jot down a quick note on to the book while speaking her next words.
SAVAGE:
"Seeing as even The Lady here is amused by the irony of your downfall, I'm gonna propose a dance in her honor... You and I, Bonnie, and the Song of Sorrows at the Smoothie King Arena. You and I can toast a cheer to the days gone by... You know, the days in which you were Championship material... And then we can proceed to dance just one final Tango, to bid farewell to your lukewarm career. I'm sure Noble will cry over the fact that you went out on a whimper instead of a high note, seeing as in the latter days of your run you resorted to McPherson-levels of complaints about opportunity and entitlement, coupled with a plethora of imaginary scenarios and misinformation hoping to fool the WCF Galaxy that has been so eagerly awaiting our clash since Payback. But during this little dance, I would suggest you let me lead, because looking at your track record, any time you lead, the rhythm and harmony just fall victim to an Deep Blue Sea of yawns and face-palms. See, you dwell in your miseries and sulk in your losses, which makes you vulnerable and yet again forces you to venture out and seek who is the next flavor of the month that you can rub some shine off of to make your own. But in New Orleans, you are going to relive every single little moment of self pity when you regain consciousness to hear the words... AND STILL... echoing throughout the Smoothie King Arena. Your losses have shaped you but they still haunt you. That's why it will all come back crashing down on you on your last night out. I've had losses in the past too, Bon-bon bottom, but I have not chosen to give them as much importance as you do. That is why my future is bright; because it is a blank slate... Tabula Rasa, as the Ancients call it... I live in my blank sheets, Bonnie, while you merely paint furies on a brittle canvas in a failing attempt to erase your disappointments. You live in a philosophy that was born on the cusp of Fear and Anger. Bathing your hopes and dreams in the cloudy waters of false memories. I do not understand how fabricated fallacies can set the standard tone of your life, but you sure have been riding that wave quite well. The only problem with that is how you choose to judge others based on your own tendencies... do not measure my worth or my integral witchhood with your pathetic notions of luck in economical pursuit. Measure my dominant warpath by my ability to disembowel my competition. I suffer with JOY! Although my faith remains unscathed, all of my worst battle scars have by now become inextricably interwoven with one another and formed the shape of a smile from deep within my very soul, and you are now in the worst place that anyone can ever be. You are going one on one with a Brandi Savage that is in her prime. I'm not an aspiring new face that is wet behind the ear. I am not one to be taken advantage of any more, so you should have taken me out back then. Now I'm the one who sees you for the blue-eyed cockroach that you are, and will not hesitate to STOMP you until you look like another embedded design under my shoe."
Noble Savage slightly tore through the paper with the quill as she angrily wrote with that last sentence. She slams the feather into the book and closes it. She hands the book to Lady Abernathy, who walks away with it. Noble Savage remains seated and is staring at the camera shaking her head with disappointment.
NOBLE:
"I am the prisoner here, Bonnie, but are you going to be the key that unlocks my cell? I try to get myself to understand that you are just too stupid to function. That I should take it easy on you because you just do not know better. I just want you to end your career with pride and honor... Not with your blood and guts smeared all over New Orleans... But Brandi Savage has become too strong for me to convince, and I've become a mere source of laughter inside Savage's conscience... But now the joke's on you."
Noble Savage belts out a cackling laugh with a maniacal echo that almost sounds like stereo whispers. As she looks up with the veins on her throat protruding from excessive hysterics, we can see that her smile becoming more of a sneer with the laugh. She rapidly brings her head back down and looks straight at the camera once again.
SAVAGE:
“Noble can’t save you from this one, Daughter of Time. Now that the joke’s on you, no one will be laughing… So, I gues it is true what the Ancients say… After the laughter, always come the tears.”
Noble Savage stares att he camera with an ear to ear grin as the camera zooms in to her face while fading to black. In the background, we hear the record player once again kick up static and play demonic tune:
Till Death Do Us Part PPV 2/25/2019
WCF Championship Match: Bonnie Blue vs. Noble Savage (c)
"After the Laughter"
Word Count: 5,000
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Poorly aged film clicks and statics its way into our view as we are presented with the footage of a damaged record spinning atop a cobweb infested vitrola. The sound that comes from the phonograph is a distortion of the chorus to "Flaming Telepaths" by The Blue Oyster Cult:
NOBLE (spoken off camera):
"There is no love without hate... No peace without war... No sanity without madness... No laughter without a weep... Forgive me, Daughter of Time... I tried to save you."
The flickering effect of the video continues as we see that the person sitting next to the gramophone is none other than the WCF Champion herself - Noble Savage. She is in a rocking chair, and the WCF Championship belt is draped over the backrest of it as she sways back and forth. Her legs are crossed, and on her lap is an old dusty book, open with decaying pages, which puffs up a cloud of dust when she slams it shut before speaking.
SAVAGE:
"Oh, Bonnie... Bonnie, Bonnie, Bonnie... So much hope I had for you. I even went as far as allowing you to christen me the 'Soul Witch,' only for you to later come and use that same moniker against me... What was it you called it? Something a fifteen year old girl comes up with when she doesn't understand copyright? Cute, Bonnie. Maybe that potion of inflict irrelevance that John Rabid made you drink has made you forget your own officiations. You Really went out of your way to destroy all the preconceived admiration I had for you. You absolutely deconstructed yourself down to the last molecule and became a mere spec of who I thought you were. You're almost as delusional as Sammy McMuffins now, stating claims that are literally the proven opposite this reality. I will admit I was heartbroken when I started seeing you become the joke that you are today, but I thought it was just a phase... I was wrong. It is not a mere phase, this is really you. I thought you were done playing side chick to random men when I came and revived your career. I thought you were your own woman for once, but then you fall into the arms of yet another man who wants to suck the life out of you. And yet again you think this is what is going to electroshock your career. And yet again, someone has to come along and remind you that you... Just... Don't... Have it."
Noble Savage now uncrosses her legs, slamming her feet firmly on the weathered hardwood floors beneath her. She carelessly lets the book fall off to the side of her rocking chair.
SAVAGE:
"Here is a concept you should know a thing or two about, Bonnie... Wasted Time... See, unlike you, Time Witch, I do not manipulate time, so it is one of those things I find to be very valuable and irreplaceable. While you might not really see a problem with Wasting Time, I definitely do. I hate doing it, and I hate it when others do it... I was under the impression that the Daughter of Time would respect Time just as much... But, again, I was wrong. I used to look up to you, but that was only because I expected so much of you. Hours upon hours, glued to a television screen, binge watching on your past promo's... Thinking... she is the one. Together, her and I would absolutely decimate the entire WCF Roster. Now, I look back and realize that it was I, alone, who decimated the roster... Without your help. The only thing you did to help was crown me as The Soul Witch... But other than that, all the leg work and actual fighting was left to me. The very second I decided to stop carrying you on my back, the Belt became mine. And it was a waste... All the time I spent trying to get you to be, back then, where I am today. A proven waste. You never had what it takes, and I was too green to see that. But now it is clear as day. You, Bonnie Blue, are just an idea. An idea that is aware that it is in desperate need of a executor to make things happen, but has failed to land in the right hands... You ended up landing in MY hands, and I proved that I could take you to new heights... I got you the rematch with Odin that you never earned or deserved when I carried the Guardians in Hellimination, and I made sure that you rose to the top of WCF and became its Champion... You could have been greater as my side kick, but you dropped the ball... And now you are just another idea, in the hands of an honorless man who only thinks of his own personal gain. Great career choice, Bon. Now all the hard work I did to mold you into the woman you've never been are in vain. And that upsets me... It breaks my heart to know you chose to go back into your sheltered little school girl ways instead of continuing to dominate. Instead of pushing forward, you went back... I should have known... That's the only thing you know how to do; retrogress..."
Noble Savage shrugs her shoulders with her lips pressed and her eyebrows raised. She then takes a deep breath and leans back in the rocking chair, reaching back over her head and grabbing the WCF Championship Belt. She places the belt over her lap and looks down at it with a subtle smile, then makes eye contact with the camera once again.
SAVAGE:
"If only you knew enough to push things forward, I would have allowed you to keep this. But you only proved to have butterfingers. Your first title defense came and you dropped the belt, and that was only because you began to work backward when you left my protective custody. You do not value Time, and you do not value yourself. As it turns out, I valued you more than you do... I saw potential in you that you didn't see. I was just as eager to find something as the blind man in the dark room who was looking for a black cat that was never even in there. I knew there was a witch in WCF that would complete the Circle. So, naturally, when I met you, I was convinced that it was you... Little did I know that I was the witch within all along... Then you helped me... You helped me understand that I, too, was a witch. And you entrusted me with the title of Soul. But I still thought you were the witch who would hold the gold and fulfill prophecies... And I was shocked to find out that you weren't... You were merely an instrument that the ancients were using to force me to find the link between my inner deity and myself. And after your usefulness came to an end, I was positioned in the perfect spot to take the Gold from you and give it the pedestal it truly deserved. I was out there rooting for you and fighting battles in your honor to secure your spotlight and to bring you to where I thought you belonged, but it was me... It was me all along. How naive of me to believe that a woman who cannot even exist independently would actually be capable of commanding the balance that moves earth. Your entire career has been composed of instances of riding a man's coat tails, which just screams daddy issues. Granted, Johnny Reb had a less than impressive career, at least he left you something to model your pathetic life after. At least he was a good talker... You're definitely a good talker just like him, but you never actually back up that strong bark of yours... You had me in a cross face, Bonnie, and I... I... I felt nothing... The only thing I felt was pity for how much you were struggling to keep that in, so I decided to stop wasting time and just hand you the win. It wasn't gonna mean anything anyway... But then that manipulative scumbag had to come and attack me with a chair... Even after I just gave him a tag team win... Makes no sense. Even the way he rambled afterward, without letting you get a word in, didn't really justify or make sense of what he just did. It was literally out of the blue and unprovoked. I guess that's what they mean when they say the World Champ has a big bullseye on her back... That people will just grasp at straws for any reason to come at me, in hopes that it will put them in a Title-shot position. You're the pawn of an opportunist, Bonnie, how does that make you feel? Does it make you feel that fatherly love you never got as a little girl? Does it solve your daddy issues? Does John Rabid remind you of your failure of a father? I mean, he's just as good a talker as him, so why not? But talk is cheap, Bonnie. All he is doing right now is proving to the world how much better than you he is, because he is successfully marionetting you around and you haven't the slightest clue. You think you have a chance at this World Championship, but you most certainly do not... He just wants to use you to tire me out a little before he eventually gets his shot. That way things will be easier, or at least he thinks. But let's put the shoe on the other foot, for a second... Let's suppose you dig down deep and find that non-existent spark of a true woman inside you, and you manage to best the Soul Witch... You'll be champion, bravo... But John Rabid wants the belt... All he's gonna do is force you to drop it to him, or even worse, carry it around like it is his even if he never earned it... But you mustn't worry, Bonnie... It will not come to that. You and I both know you are not... Enough... To defeat me. You are not enough of a fighter, not enough of a woman, not enough of a competitor, but at least you are starting to be as much of a talker as your dad... And your new daddy."
Noble Savage stands up now, and wraps the Championship Belt around her waist, snapping the buttons in the back in the process. She slaps the face of the belt twice before chuckling a bit and taking a step forward while looking down at her feet. She gets close to the camera and lifts her head to face forth while sighing her next words out with a smirk.
SAVAGE:
"But talking, as they say, is just another way to silence the lack of love, is it not? The smooth talkers are always the ones who entice co-dependent dames like you. You then proceed to try to imitate their sharp tongues and mannerisms, but fall flat due to the simple fact that, you cannot back it up. It's one thing to talk trash in your promos but it's another to actually follow through. So, even if Reb & Rabid both cut a promo about me with both of their fists crammed up your sphincter to make you say their words like the uninspired puppet you are... When it came to in-ring comp, little girl, you would be alone against me, therefore you would not deliver. So, instead of talking, Bonnie Blue, how about this time around you start praying? Yeah, that's right, Pray... Pray for the salvation of your wretched soul. Pray for the forgiveness of your lustful sins. Pray that your Goddess finally starts listening to you again, because at Till Death Do Us Part, you are going to need Her to be listening when I wring the blood out of the very fabric of your existence. You're gonna need to fix your relationship with Her in time for when the God Caller is locked in, which reminds me... As a way to show you how special you still are in my heart, just for you, I will change the name of the God Caller for one night only... It is the Goddess Caller just this once. And trust me, you've never felt anything like it. Up until now, I have shown you nothing but Mercy and Pity, but I believe congratulations should be in order... You are finally going to feel what it is like to go one on one with a Noble Savage that is not holding back... This must be exciting for you, I'm sure, but not so much for me. See, I still feel a silent part of me, deep down, that wants to believe that you can one day become everything that you claim to be. I'm silencing that hopeful dodger because you are in no way shape or form worthy of the praise that Noble has given you. I have already listened to your heart while it was beating a mile a minute and I still was not impressed... The rest of the noise you made might have gotten on Noble's good side, but to me it is all still just noise."
We now cut to a clip of Bonnie Blue smiling after Noble Savage tapped out to her crossface. Fast forward to Noble Savage being laid out by the swing of a steel chair in the hands of John Rabid, then flash into a still image of John Rabid holding a microphone while standing over the bloody and unconscious Noble Savage. This still Image fades back to Noble Savage in the cobweb-ridden room she previously stood in, but now she is leaning against a dresser, looking at herself in the mirror with a grin on her face.
NOBLE:
"I'm guessing all that noise you and Rabid made at my expense was meant to be a statement. One can only assume that's what it felt like to you because of that huge smile on that beautiful face of yours. It's kinda sad, really, that you find such joy in such insignificant and ineffective moments. The only thing you really managed to get from me that night was a sigh relief after you got off me... Of course, then after the match was over came the cowardly acts that your buddy is known for. I do not blame you for what he did, but I do question your intellect after that randomly uncalled for moment. Because you actually celebrated that pointless attack as if a house just fell on me and made my feet curl... But as you can see, the Wicked Witch is not dead... I'm still alive... And I'm still...
Noble Savage turns away from the mirror and faces the camera, letting us see the faceplate of the shiny gold that is strapped around her waist.
SAVAGE:
"...YOUR WCF World Champion!"
The look on Noble Savage's face changes from a smile to more of a condescending and sarcastic pout of pity.
NOBLE:
"I'm not gonna lie, Bonnie, you are right when you say I am a bit lost... That I have a missing screw in the noggin... That I lack a conscience... But that much will never hold any relevance to how much better than you I am in that ring. There is no room in this tier of the totem pole for a person with a conscience. The road we are traveling through at this moment is an extensive one with intertwining intersections that a person with all their screws intact just would not be able to follow. It confuses people, so I would be lying if I didn't admit that, yes, I am a bit lost, but so are you. For example, have you ever stopped to think about why - just why - the WCF Galaxy that genuinely hates me and everything I stand for, and micro-analyzes every little thing I do just because I am witch... Collectively cheers for me whenever the opponent happens to be you... It's not that they like me, Bonnie, it's that they see what the alternative is and pick the better competitor. We are both witches, we are both hated, but when it comes to credibility in one's word... They know which one of us is the genuine article. And that is me... The mistress of equality. I'm not a hero of the people, not by a long shot... I hate each and every single one of them almost as much as Savage does. Almost as much as you want them to hate you. I do not care what they think, but it is obvious that you do and that is why going in to New Orleans your own poorly balanced mind is going to be against you. Me, I couldn't care less. I'm just believable when I say what I think. I do not flip flop back and forth with my sentiments and alliances. I do not desperately seek approval from anyone, and as much as you'd like to force yourself to believe this; I never sought YOUR approval either. Yeah, I came off as a fan girl because of how excited I was to finally find the illustrious Time Witch... But it was one of those situations where you might think you have a crush on someone but finally get to date them and realize your idea of who they are had set the bar too high for anyone to realistically meet it. And that's why I was let down... So, at times Savage may say you let me down, but in my heart I know that I let myself down by allowing my hopes of your greatness to be unrealistically disproportionate to what your minute capabilities could match. That much was evident when our first encounter can be compared to our most recent one. I was not even amused with your allegations at the contract signing, I don't even think I was looking at you much, I just knew what you were up to so I just let you say and think whatever you wanted, because... You and I both know, that you are not that effective when you need to be, and you will always fall short when it counts the most."
The film grain hairs flicker back to a view of the vitrola but suddenly snaps back to Noble Savage and instantly fades in to a short four-second clip of the contract signing segment from last Week's Slam. We see Bonnie Blue talking on the microphone in front of Noble Savage, and Noble Savage just standing still, allowing nothing but her eyes to follow Bonnie around. We now cut back to the darkened Victorian setting with Noble Savage. She is now sitting on the rocking chair once again. Out of nowhere, Lady Abernathy steps in beside her and hands her the same book that she had dropped earlier. Noble Savage takes it and nods.
SAVAGE:
"Your lack of consensus last week shouted urgently to the masses that there are no Emergency Exits in a WCF ring. You might have thought that your words spoke volumes, but they failed to resonate with your insecure body language. I observed your incoherence closely. See, you stand before the World Champion and tell her that she does not value the Championship... When this Championship is the only thing I have ever valued. I'm the one who speaks in tongues, but that night you were something straight out of the Tower of Babel. It is the incoherence of existence. I do NOT celebrate miniscule deeds, but you find ways to throw parties about the littlest things. Bonnie, I'm not sure if your warped mind remembers this or if you've already fabricated an alternate reality, but I was the one who took you away from the abyss. And at Hellimination, it was me who fended off Odin and his goons! I kept the guardians afloat! I HAVE SAVED YOU ALL FROM OBLIVION!"
NOBLE:
"But what about me, Bonnie? I gave and gave and got nothing in return. Now I've completed the circle on my own and realized I never needed you... Now, I have Savage constantly whispering 'I told you so' because you couldn't be the woman you said you were. So, tell me, Daughter of Time, who protects me from myself? I now spend most of my time dormant, wishing that David seeks Goliath and defeats him... Wishing that the little bubble of fury never bursts. Impossible occurrences... That's how I am living now, Bonnie, waiting for the impossible. Trying to repeat the unrepeatable. Trying to now have MYSELF beaten out of the Savage, because she was right all along. All I do now is hope that Savage doesn't do anything that would land me in jail. Not because I fear prison, but because I love freedom. And that's all your fault. You broke my heart, Bonnie... It's only right that I let Savage break yours."
A tear runs down the right eye of Noble Savage, disintegrating into a lonely line of smoke as it burns into her pale cheeks. Noble Savage no opens the book and pretends to read from it. After a couple of seconds she chuckles and looks up at the camera again.
SAVAGE:
"That's why I do not catch feelings, Bon... That's when when I catch what I feel, I simply write it down in The Book of Shadows. I bind it all away, and focus on the hate rather than the love. I guess that's why I never thought I would be the one to lead the way for the greater good... Because even since the days of the Ancients, witches have always been lustful beings, easily lured by carnal desires of a sexual nature, and I... Well, I've never been as promiscuous as you, Bonnie. I do not have runway ramp agents pointing everyone in the direction of my lady parts with an open invitation to my vagina for anything with a beard... Unlike you, I'm not that easy. As a matter of fact, there are times in which I wonder what is such a big deal about sex that has all these people so zombified towards it? I guess you can say I'm the only pure witch to ever live, because I have never been involved in any type of sexual act... I do not let those silly little fleshly desires distract me from my true destiny, but you... So easily spread your legs for anyone that is willing to carry you as their tag team partner into relevance... That is something I can truly admit you have that I don't... The promiscuous nature that traditional witches possess. They call it maturity. I call it focus. I am able to take that leap over the tallest mountains and laugh on my way down on the other side, because I haven't a single worry or desire that this world could possibly give me, other than the satisfaction of ruining innocent lives. And you... All you really want is glitter and gold, is that not right, Bonnie? The only reason you want this belt is because of the fortune and fame that comes with it... I do not care about any of that, I only care about the spiritual values that the gold holds. All you want to do is get laid and get paid... I have a higher purpose that involve the very minerals that created this leather strap. You just want to be able to prance around and look pretty wearing it... And maybe model around the bedroom naked with it for the erotic pleasures of John Rabid. Your dad would be proud."
Lady Abernathy lets out an uncharacteristic smirk after that last sentence. Noble Savage smiles up at her, but Lady Abernathy quickly conceals her facial expression. Noble Savage looks down at the book and pulls out a feather from within one of the back pages. She proceeds to use the feather to jot down a quick note on to the book while speaking her next words.
SAVAGE:
"Seeing as even The Lady here is amused by the irony of your downfall, I'm gonna propose a dance in her honor... You and I, Bonnie, and the Song of Sorrows at the Smoothie King Arena. You and I can toast a cheer to the days gone by... You know, the days in which you were Championship material... And then we can proceed to dance just one final Tango, to bid farewell to your lukewarm career. I'm sure Noble will cry over the fact that you went out on a whimper instead of a high note, seeing as in the latter days of your run you resorted to McPherson-levels of complaints about opportunity and entitlement, coupled with a plethora of imaginary scenarios and misinformation hoping to fool the WCF Galaxy that has been so eagerly awaiting our clash since Payback. But during this little dance, I would suggest you let me lead, because looking at your track record, any time you lead, the rhythm and harmony just fall victim to an Deep Blue Sea of yawns and face-palms. See, you dwell in your miseries and sulk in your losses, which makes you vulnerable and yet again forces you to venture out and seek who is the next flavor of the month that you can rub some shine off of to make your own. But in New Orleans, you are going to relive every single little moment of self pity when you regain consciousness to hear the words... AND STILL... echoing throughout the Smoothie King Arena. Your losses have shaped you but they still haunt you. That's why it will all come back crashing down on you on your last night out. I've had losses in the past too, Bon-bon bottom, but I have not chosen to give them as much importance as you do. That is why my future is bright; because it is a blank slate... Tabula Rasa, as the Ancients call it... I live in my blank sheets, Bonnie, while you merely paint furies on a brittle canvas in a failing attempt to erase your disappointments. You live in a philosophy that was born on the cusp of Fear and Anger. Bathing your hopes and dreams in the cloudy waters of false memories. I do not understand how fabricated fallacies can set the standard tone of your life, but you sure have been riding that wave quite well. The only problem with that is how you choose to judge others based on your own tendencies... do not measure my worth or my integral witchhood with your pathetic notions of luck in economical pursuit. Measure my dominant warpath by my ability to disembowel my competition. I suffer with JOY! Although my faith remains unscathed, all of my worst battle scars have by now become inextricably interwoven with one another and formed the shape of a smile from deep within my very soul, and you are now in the worst place that anyone can ever be. You are going one on one with a Brandi Savage that is in her prime. I'm not an aspiring new face that is wet behind the ear. I am not one to be taken advantage of any more, so you should have taken me out back then. Now I'm the one who sees you for the blue-eyed cockroach that you are, and will not hesitate to STOMP you until you look like another embedded design under my shoe."
Noble Savage slightly tore through the paper with the quill as she angrily wrote with that last sentence. She slams the feather into the book and closes it. She hands the book to Lady Abernathy, who walks away with it. Noble Savage remains seated and is staring at the camera shaking her head with disappointment.
NOBLE:
"I am the prisoner here, Bonnie, but are you going to be the key that unlocks my cell? I try to get myself to understand that you are just too stupid to function. That I should take it easy on you because you just do not know better. I just want you to end your career with pride and honor... Not with your blood and guts smeared all over New Orleans... But Brandi Savage has become too strong for me to convince, and I've become a mere source of laughter inside Savage's conscience... But now the joke's on you."
Noble Savage belts out a cackling laugh with a maniacal echo that almost sounds like stereo whispers. As she looks up with the veins on her throat protruding from excessive hysterics, we can see that her smile becoming more of a sneer with the laugh. She rapidly brings her head back down and looks straight at the camera once again.
SAVAGE:
“Noble can’t save you from this one, Daughter of Time. Now that the joke’s on you, no one will be laughing… So, I gues it is true what the Ancients say… After the laughter, always come the tears.”
Noble Savage stares att he camera with an ear to ear grin as the camera zooms in to her face while fading to black. In the background, we hear the record player once again kick up static and play demonic tune:
