Post by Noble Savage on Apr 7, 2019 19:35:32 GMT -5
Noble Savage RP
Monday Night Slam 4/8/19
Vincent Augustine vs. Noble Savage
"Amused & Abused"
Word Count: 2,361
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The scene opens up in a heavily curtained room of red and gold. It is obvious that we are indoors, due to the decorative walls and structural designs, but for some reason there is a breeze that is causing the satin drapery to dance in asymmetrical harmony.
In this room is a burgundy sofa, in which we see Tempest Razum laying down on her stomach taking a nap. Noa Kanon is also asleep, but she is carelessly laying on her back over the back of Tempest. As the camera pans away, it widens out to an establishing shot: An emotionless Lady Abernathy is sitting at a table across from aa grinning Agatha and, in between them, is a chess board with pieces already set into play.
LADY ABERNATHY:
“Are you going to play any time soon, Agatha? Or shall I, too, sleep until you make up your mind?”
AGATHA:
“Don't rush me, Abernathy. You can't rush greatness.”
Lady Abernathy gives an unenthused smirk and takes a sip from a gold tea cup before clearing her throat and speaking the next words.
LADY ABERNATHY:
“And what can you possibly teach Nature about about greatness, Amorous Hag?”
Agatha places her long, matte black, nails around the white Rook and slides it up, taking out a black pawn. Lady Abernathy does not seem impressed, but Agatha is looking smug.
AGATHA:
“Patience, Nature… That's what.”
Lady Abernathy scoffs and moves forth another pawn.
LADY ABERNATHY:
“I've met Patience, Agatha. You've only heard of her.”
AGATHA:
“Then, how come you lost yours and called upon my loyals to tame your Savage?”
Agatha moves a white Bishop to take out the pawn Abernathy just pushed forth. Abernathy now smirks and moves her black Bishop all the way forth to a position that compromises Agatha's white queen.
LADY ABERNATHY:
“I was clearing out a path for Savage. Not taming her. Your ladies were an instrument I needed to embolden Noble, so that she'd become twice the Savage.”
Agatha is looking at the chessboard now, nervous about what move to make next. After some obvious hesitation, she swipes her hand across the board and sweeps all the chess pieces off of it in a fit of infantile frustration that has no effect on Abernathy's demeanor. On the contrary, Abernathy seems even untouched by the falling pieces as she takes another sip from her tea.
AGATHA:
“Fuck this game!”
Tempest Razum is shaken out of her sleep by the commotion and she quickly rises to her knees, knocking the petite Noa Kanon over the couch in the process.
TEMPEST RAZUM:
“What happened?!”
NOBLE SAVAGE:
“We happened.”
At that point, Noble Savage walks in to the room. She is wearing torn jeans and Jean jacket with a leather pentagram embroidered in to the back. Her hair is slightly longer than how we last saw her, but just as frilly. Her high platform heels clomp on the floor as she steps up to the couch Tempest patiently leers at her from.
NOBLE SAVAGE:
“Abernathy and Agatha can play strategy all day long, but at the end of the day, we are the knights, bishops, and rooks. The nameless hags are the pawns. Abernathy is still her elder, and although they are both part of The Ancients, The VVitch will always be two a steps ahead… she is the King, and Agatha the Queen.”
Noa Kanon stands up from behind the couch rubbing her head. Noble Savage and Tempest Razum share a fiendish smirk while Noa makes her melodious voice heard.
NOA KANON:
“Welcome back, Brandi, back from the dead. It's nice to see you breathing again. By the way, how's your head?”
Noble Savage speaks her next words through a chuckle.
NOBLE SAVAGE:
“As twisted as it ever was, Pythoness. Which reminds me… I have another scheduled victim this Monday. The time is here, Tempest. I have spent the last nine months kneading the dough of the WCF, pa-
TEMPEST RAZUM:
“Before you even finish that stupid fucking sentence, answer me this… Who is Vincent Augustine?”
NOBLE SAVAGE:
“A nothing. A nobody. A urinal cake in the men's room that will never affect you or me. Why do you ask?”
Lady Abernathy walks past them and utters a few words on her way.
LADY ABERNATHY:
“Tempest, my dear, Savage only cares that she has victims. She does not need to remember their names.”
NOBLE SAVAGE:
“Oh, but I do remember their names. I just don't care. What has Vinnie done that I haven't? I made a career out of breaking records and people like him juet stick around waiting on a miracle to happen. I went out there and took what I wanted. Yeah, sure, I got a little soft on the Time Witch, but Augustine won't be so lucky.”
AGATHA:
“Yeah Vincent Augustine ain't shit. We know that. You know that. The WCF Galaxy knows that. Hell, even Vincent Augustine himself knows that. So what's the point? You've embarrassed the shit out of people that have embarrassed the shit out of him. This will be a very mild return, if you ask me.”
NOBLE SAVAGE:
“Good thing I didn't ask you, then. See, after that gracious baptism by fire you granted me a few weeks back inspired me to pay it forward. It was evident at the pay per view, and it will be evident at Slam. If Vincent Augustine knows what’s good for him, he will make sure he keeps an ambulance on standby with all of his medical information on file. He will not be okay when it is all said and done.”
The camera zooms in to the twinkle in Noble Savage’s eye as she fiendishly grins at her own thoughts. We fade to black on this closeup, and hear a sinister chuckle echoing throughout the darkness. A couple of seconds pass and the black screen fades in; we see a clock tower high above a busy city. The time on it reads 6:00. With heavy rainfall invading our view, the camera lowers itself down to ground level at the same speed as one of the rain drops. That same raindrop splashes on the concrete and joins a stream that goes into a sewage drain and the camera follows in. After zooming through tunnels and turns, we come up to a clearing, where there is a burning fire pit made of primitive bricks. Noble Savage is standing in front of this fire and smiles down at it.
NOBLE SAVAGE:
“You know, Vincent, when you’re busy being the best in the world, there are certain things that tend to lose importance, or even escape your mind momentarily. In this case, you are going to wish it was you, but in all actuality, you are part of the bigger picture. A small part, might I add, but a part nonetheless. See, no man is an island. If a clod of dirt breaks off from the continent, that clod of dirt is still part of that continent. In this case, Vincent, that clod of dirt is you. And that continent is WCF. Me, on the other hand, I am atlas, holding the entire globe that your continent sits on. Whether I held the WCF championship once, or never held it at all, I am still the greatest thing to ever set foot in that ring, and I know that irritates men like you. As far as you’re concerned, you will be stepping into that ring with the WCF World Champion. It is as close as you’re going to come to it, so cherish the moment. I will be taking my title back from Alex Richards, but in the meantime, it is your turn to suffer.”
Noble Savage puts one hand over the fire and smiles from pleasure as it burns her palm.
NOBLE SAVAGE:
“Make pain your ally. Once you’ve done that, the rest will be child’s play. See, Vincent, I’ve become accustomed to physical pain. But thanks to Noble, it took me a little while longer to get used to emotional pain. It’s different. I learned to love it by putting myself through it. By taking plenty of it. But emotional pain; that’s not as easy to procure. Which is why we had to use her love for Bonnie as an instrument. A great witch that I once respected. Part of me still does respect her, but that part of me realizes that the person we respect is not even there any more. So, with that said, Vincent. How lucky do you feel exactly? Knowing that you are going up against the most emotionless version of Noble Savage there’s ever been? How lucky do you feel, knowing there is nothing you can do to survive this encounter?”
Noble Savage pulls her hand back from the fire and licks her palm. She then brings up a dagger that has the initials “V.A.” on the handle. She licks the blade the same way she just licked her palm.
NOBLE SAVAGE:
“Vincent Augustine, everything you have done leading up until this moment, can probably be summed up with a mere sneeze and a bless you. Your name in the WCF has become synonymous with consistency. Because you’ve consistently failed at every thing you’ve attempted. You’ve been the one constant in this company and the one constant brush that strokes the hair of failures past. I have a blade with your name on it, Vincent, and I am not planning on gifting it to you. I plan on thrusting it through your jugular to watch you bleed. I plan on shedding some light on what your so-called career has consisted of here. You are not prepared to be exposed the way I intend to. By the end of the night you will spill your guts in more ways than one.”
Noble Savage puts the dagger over the fire and speaks to it as it becomes hot.
NOBLE SAVAGE:
“I’m not sure what you did to piss off the Gods, Vincent, but they have dealt you a hand that you cannot compete with. Not to mention, WCF’s upper management must really have something against you to put you up against me. You’re a guy who has had his career ahead of him for years on end and have never capitalized on it. Now your better days are behind you and your career never took off. Now you are tasked with the punishment of coming face to face with a woman who made short work of the entire roster within six months of professional debut. My rookie year is worth more on paper than your entire career. And I’m not even in my prime yet. You have not seen me hit my peak, and trust me, Vincent, when you do, it will be catastrophic.”
The blade of the dagger is becoming red with an orange glow from the intensity of the heat. The redness is inching closer to the handle where Noble Savage’s hand is.
NOBLE SAVAGE:
“I just need you to understand one thing, Vinnie. This isn’t a contest. It isn’t a battle or a war. It is an extermination. You wouldn’t call it a fight between a shark and a worm, so don’t call it a war between a Savage, and an Augustine. There isn’t a question on who is going to win this one. The only real question is how quickly is Noble Savage going to demolish this guy... I don’t know the answer to that myself. I might take my sweet time and enjoy it, or I might just get you out of the way and continue on to better things… Either way, it spells out one thing for you and one thing only: You are destined to fail this time yet again. You’ll see, Vincent, that the Noble Savage that hits the stage at Slam to face you, is not a Noble Savage that came to play. It is a Noble Savage that is fed up with having to face men like you. And I use the term man losely, because as things seem right now, you look more like a fraction of a man, and an imitation of that fraction, at that. You have to keep in mind, Vincent, that even though I am new here, I can see through your aura like newly cleaned windows and I know that you aren’t even half the man you think you are. I know you’ve probably faced many women in the past, but none like me. I, on the other hand, have personally met -and sacrificed- many Vincent Augustines in my free time. So, ending you will be another everyday occurrence for me.”
The dagger is now fully glowing with severe heat and Noble Savage’s hand is sweating. She takes the dagger back and presses the piping hot blade on to the back of her free hand. The sizzle emits smoke and Noble Savage breathes it in through her nostrils with a calm smile.
NOBLE SAVAGE:
“Vincent Augustine, the truth is that I can retire TODAY and be remembered as one of the Greats in WCF’s history books. You, however, could retire two years from now and still be forgotten. But now, you have been branded in to the skin of Brandi, and this is the only time that you will have any effect on my person, because it is self-inflicted. I’m doing you a favor, Vincent Augustine. I’m making sure you are remembered. Because when WCF Historians look back at this era and remember me as the greatest of all time, they will have no choice but to mention the dagger I put through your soul after Branding myself with it… Hopefully they’ll care enough to remember what VA stands for, because at this point in your career in seems to only stand for one thing… Very Abused.”
Noble Savage places the dagger inside a metal case and conceals it inside the inner pocket of her jacket. With a grin on her face, she gently blows on the fire in front of her, causing it to inexplicably dissipate into smoke and the scene grows dark. We fade to black.
Monday Night Slam 4/8/19
Vincent Augustine vs. Noble Savage
"Amused & Abused"
Word Count: 2,361
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The scene opens up in a heavily curtained room of red and gold. It is obvious that we are indoors, due to the decorative walls and structural designs, but for some reason there is a breeze that is causing the satin drapery to dance in asymmetrical harmony.
In this room is a burgundy sofa, in which we see Tempest Razum laying down on her stomach taking a nap. Noa Kanon is also asleep, but she is carelessly laying on her back over the back of Tempest. As the camera pans away, it widens out to an establishing shot: An emotionless Lady Abernathy is sitting at a table across from aa grinning Agatha and, in between them, is a chess board with pieces already set into play.
LADY ABERNATHY:
“Are you going to play any time soon, Agatha? Or shall I, too, sleep until you make up your mind?”
AGATHA:
“Don't rush me, Abernathy. You can't rush greatness.”
Lady Abernathy gives an unenthused smirk and takes a sip from a gold tea cup before clearing her throat and speaking the next words.
LADY ABERNATHY:
“And what can you possibly teach Nature about about greatness, Amorous Hag?”
Agatha places her long, matte black, nails around the white Rook and slides it up, taking out a black pawn. Lady Abernathy does not seem impressed, but Agatha is looking smug.
AGATHA:
“Patience, Nature… That's what.”
Lady Abernathy scoffs and moves forth another pawn.
LADY ABERNATHY:
“I've met Patience, Agatha. You've only heard of her.”
AGATHA:
“Then, how come you lost yours and called upon my loyals to tame your Savage?”
Agatha moves a white Bishop to take out the pawn Abernathy just pushed forth. Abernathy now smirks and moves her black Bishop all the way forth to a position that compromises Agatha's white queen.
LADY ABERNATHY:
“I was clearing out a path for Savage. Not taming her. Your ladies were an instrument I needed to embolden Noble, so that she'd become twice the Savage.”
Agatha is looking at the chessboard now, nervous about what move to make next. After some obvious hesitation, she swipes her hand across the board and sweeps all the chess pieces off of it in a fit of infantile frustration that has no effect on Abernathy's demeanor. On the contrary, Abernathy seems even untouched by the falling pieces as she takes another sip from her tea.
AGATHA:
“Fuck this game!”
Tempest Razum is shaken out of her sleep by the commotion and she quickly rises to her knees, knocking the petite Noa Kanon over the couch in the process.
TEMPEST RAZUM:
“What happened?!”
NOBLE SAVAGE:
“We happened.”
At that point, Noble Savage walks in to the room. She is wearing torn jeans and Jean jacket with a leather pentagram embroidered in to the back. Her hair is slightly longer than how we last saw her, but just as frilly. Her high platform heels clomp on the floor as she steps up to the couch Tempest patiently leers at her from.
NOBLE SAVAGE:
“Abernathy and Agatha can play strategy all day long, but at the end of the day, we are the knights, bishops, and rooks. The nameless hags are the pawns. Abernathy is still her elder, and although they are both part of The Ancients, The VVitch will always be two a steps ahead… she is the King, and Agatha the Queen.”
Noa Kanon stands up from behind the couch rubbing her head. Noble Savage and Tempest Razum share a fiendish smirk while Noa makes her melodious voice heard.
NOA KANON:
“Welcome back, Brandi, back from the dead. It's nice to see you breathing again. By the way, how's your head?”
Noble Savage speaks her next words through a chuckle.
NOBLE SAVAGE:
“As twisted as it ever was, Pythoness. Which reminds me… I have another scheduled victim this Monday. The time is here, Tempest. I have spent the last nine months kneading the dough of the WCF, pa-
TEMPEST RAZUM:
“Before you even finish that stupid fucking sentence, answer me this… Who is Vincent Augustine?”
NOBLE SAVAGE:
“A nothing. A nobody. A urinal cake in the men's room that will never affect you or me. Why do you ask?”
Lady Abernathy walks past them and utters a few words on her way.
LADY ABERNATHY:
“Tempest, my dear, Savage only cares that she has victims. She does not need to remember their names.”
NOBLE SAVAGE:
“Oh, but I do remember their names. I just don't care. What has Vinnie done that I haven't? I made a career out of breaking records and people like him juet stick around waiting on a miracle to happen. I went out there and took what I wanted. Yeah, sure, I got a little soft on the Time Witch, but Augustine won't be so lucky.”
AGATHA:
“Yeah Vincent Augustine ain't shit. We know that. You know that. The WCF Galaxy knows that. Hell, even Vincent Augustine himself knows that. So what's the point? You've embarrassed the shit out of people that have embarrassed the shit out of him. This will be a very mild return, if you ask me.”
NOBLE SAVAGE:
“Good thing I didn't ask you, then. See, after that gracious baptism by fire you granted me a few weeks back inspired me to pay it forward. It was evident at the pay per view, and it will be evident at Slam. If Vincent Augustine knows what’s good for him, he will make sure he keeps an ambulance on standby with all of his medical information on file. He will not be okay when it is all said and done.”
The camera zooms in to the twinkle in Noble Savage’s eye as she fiendishly grins at her own thoughts. We fade to black on this closeup, and hear a sinister chuckle echoing throughout the darkness. A couple of seconds pass and the black screen fades in; we see a clock tower high above a busy city. The time on it reads 6:00. With heavy rainfall invading our view, the camera lowers itself down to ground level at the same speed as one of the rain drops. That same raindrop splashes on the concrete and joins a stream that goes into a sewage drain and the camera follows in. After zooming through tunnels and turns, we come up to a clearing, where there is a burning fire pit made of primitive bricks. Noble Savage is standing in front of this fire and smiles down at it.
NOBLE SAVAGE:
“You know, Vincent, when you’re busy being the best in the world, there are certain things that tend to lose importance, or even escape your mind momentarily. In this case, you are going to wish it was you, but in all actuality, you are part of the bigger picture. A small part, might I add, but a part nonetheless. See, no man is an island. If a clod of dirt breaks off from the continent, that clod of dirt is still part of that continent. In this case, Vincent, that clod of dirt is you. And that continent is WCF. Me, on the other hand, I am atlas, holding the entire globe that your continent sits on. Whether I held the WCF championship once, or never held it at all, I am still the greatest thing to ever set foot in that ring, and I know that irritates men like you. As far as you’re concerned, you will be stepping into that ring with the WCF World Champion. It is as close as you’re going to come to it, so cherish the moment. I will be taking my title back from Alex Richards, but in the meantime, it is your turn to suffer.”
Noble Savage puts one hand over the fire and smiles from pleasure as it burns her palm.
NOBLE SAVAGE:
“Make pain your ally. Once you’ve done that, the rest will be child’s play. See, Vincent, I’ve become accustomed to physical pain. But thanks to Noble, it took me a little while longer to get used to emotional pain. It’s different. I learned to love it by putting myself through it. By taking plenty of it. But emotional pain; that’s not as easy to procure. Which is why we had to use her love for Bonnie as an instrument. A great witch that I once respected. Part of me still does respect her, but that part of me realizes that the person we respect is not even there any more. So, with that said, Vincent. How lucky do you feel exactly? Knowing that you are going up against the most emotionless version of Noble Savage there’s ever been? How lucky do you feel, knowing there is nothing you can do to survive this encounter?”
Noble Savage pulls her hand back from the fire and licks her palm. She then brings up a dagger that has the initials “V.A.” on the handle. She licks the blade the same way she just licked her palm.
NOBLE SAVAGE:
“Vincent Augustine, everything you have done leading up until this moment, can probably be summed up with a mere sneeze and a bless you. Your name in the WCF has become synonymous with consistency. Because you’ve consistently failed at every thing you’ve attempted. You’ve been the one constant in this company and the one constant brush that strokes the hair of failures past. I have a blade with your name on it, Vincent, and I am not planning on gifting it to you. I plan on thrusting it through your jugular to watch you bleed. I plan on shedding some light on what your so-called career has consisted of here. You are not prepared to be exposed the way I intend to. By the end of the night you will spill your guts in more ways than one.”
Noble Savage puts the dagger over the fire and speaks to it as it becomes hot.
NOBLE SAVAGE:
“I’m not sure what you did to piss off the Gods, Vincent, but they have dealt you a hand that you cannot compete with. Not to mention, WCF’s upper management must really have something against you to put you up against me. You’re a guy who has had his career ahead of him for years on end and have never capitalized on it. Now your better days are behind you and your career never took off. Now you are tasked with the punishment of coming face to face with a woman who made short work of the entire roster within six months of professional debut. My rookie year is worth more on paper than your entire career. And I’m not even in my prime yet. You have not seen me hit my peak, and trust me, Vincent, when you do, it will be catastrophic.”
The blade of the dagger is becoming red with an orange glow from the intensity of the heat. The redness is inching closer to the handle where Noble Savage’s hand is.
NOBLE SAVAGE:
“I just need you to understand one thing, Vinnie. This isn’t a contest. It isn’t a battle or a war. It is an extermination. You wouldn’t call it a fight between a shark and a worm, so don’t call it a war between a Savage, and an Augustine. There isn’t a question on who is going to win this one. The only real question is how quickly is Noble Savage going to demolish this guy... I don’t know the answer to that myself. I might take my sweet time and enjoy it, or I might just get you out of the way and continue on to better things… Either way, it spells out one thing for you and one thing only: You are destined to fail this time yet again. You’ll see, Vincent, that the Noble Savage that hits the stage at Slam to face you, is not a Noble Savage that came to play. It is a Noble Savage that is fed up with having to face men like you. And I use the term man losely, because as things seem right now, you look more like a fraction of a man, and an imitation of that fraction, at that. You have to keep in mind, Vincent, that even though I am new here, I can see through your aura like newly cleaned windows and I know that you aren’t even half the man you think you are. I know you’ve probably faced many women in the past, but none like me. I, on the other hand, have personally met -and sacrificed- many Vincent Augustines in my free time. So, ending you will be another everyday occurrence for me.”
The dagger is now fully glowing with severe heat and Noble Savage’s hand is sweating. She takes the dagger back and presses the piping hot blade on to the back of her free hand. The sizzle emits smoke and Noble Savage breathes it in through her nostrils with a calm smile.
NOBLE SAVAGE:
“Vincent Augustine, the truth is that I can retire TODAY and be remembered as one of the Greats in WCF’s history books. You, however, could retire two years from now and still be forgotten. But now, you have been branded in to the skin of Brandi, and this is the only time that you will have any effect on my person, because it is self-inflicted. I’m doing you a favor, Vincent Augustine. I’m making sure you are remembered. Because when WCF Historians look back at this era and remember me as the greatest of all time, they will have no choice but to mention the dagger I put through your soul after Branding myself with it… Hopefully they’ll care enough to remember what VA stands for, because at this point in your career in seems to only stand for one thing… Very Abused.”
Noble Savage places the dagger inside a metal case and conceals it inside the inner pocket of her jacket. With a grin on her face, she gently blows on the fire in front of her, causing it to inexplicably dissipate into smoke and the scene grows dark. We fade to black.
