Post by Noble Savage on Apr 15, 2019 16:18:23 GMT -5
Noble Savage RP
Noble Savage/Jayson Price vs. Odin Balfore/Scott Slayer vs. Alex Richards/James Wolf
SLAM 4/15/19
"High Price to Pay for a Noble Reward"
Word Count: 5,000
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The scene opens up in an abandoned bathroom.we see blood, urine and nearly petrified feces on the floor with centipedes, scorpions, and rats creeping throughout. For some odd reason, one of the bathroom stalls is sealed shut with barb wire and wooden bars.. The door, however bang and thus loudly as if someone is trying to come out. The camera now pans over to the sink area, where we see Noble Savage standing and staring at her reflection in the broken and blood smeared mirror. She is wearing he usual torn jeans and open zipper black leather bomber. Her left eye slightly twitches with each thud from the stall behind her.
SAVAGE:
“So, Alex… You and the witch you slayed both went out of your respective ways 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. I made sure Bonnie became champion, but then she proved herself unworthy so I had to make sure she lost the title. But let's state some facts here… I came up short when I last fought her. That scared me to my very core because I was not prepared to lose to such a weak little brainwashed witch. Which is why I had to make sure that my rematch for the WCF world title didn't come against her. I admit it, Alex, I can't face her. I can't defeat her. She learned me. But you, Alex, haven't. That's why I helped you win it. Because when it comes time for me to get my title back, it will be that much easier to do it against you than against her. After all, my first title win was by pinning you, wasn't it? And now you and I have more in common than we should. You beat Samuel so bad he forgot his hometown is Vegas and is now going to visit a random town and get lost. I applaud you for that. Because I hadn't taken a vacation I would have been the one to send both him and Bonnie packing. But you picked up the slack and capitalized on what I left undone. Bravo. But you seem to forget, that the Circle and I actually HELPED you win. But you got all mad and actually attacked Tempest and Noa… As Your way of thanking them for helping you become champion. For sticking their nose in your business? Hahaha! Doll face, it wasn't your business, it was mine. And it was Bonnie's. You were just an added presence. An extra. And now you're the transitional champion of the world, ready to give me back what's mine in a couple of weeks. See, at this point you're just a puppet. I'm using you the same exact way I used you before. I needed you in that match so that I can pin a new face to become champion and there you were. Now I need you because I really don't want to risk facing the Time Witch again. No offense, but witch on witch crime is never a good thing, and it is even worse when the witch on the receiving end is me. So that's why I'm kinda glad that I get to face you at SLAM even if it is in a triple threat tag match, because I get to give you a little love tap and show you a preview of things to come.”
Noble Savage now glances back over her shoulder as the banging from the stall gets louder and more persistent. She nervously turns the knob on the faucet, causing brown water to come out. She washes her hands in the cloudy muddy waters while speaking her next words in obvious uneasiness.
SAVAGE:
"I hate how persistent Noble is, you know that? She doesn't get it. There is no room for her mistakes right now and all she has to do is be a good little girl and stay put! The mistakes that costed her my championship could be the same mistakes that costs me this match as well. With you being there and the All Father being there, it's just too high risk. CUT IT OUT NOBLE!”
Noble Savage's voice echoes throughout the hollow bathroom and the thumping from the sealed stall comes to an abrupt stop. Noble Savage takes a deep breath and lets out a sigh.
SAVAGE:
“Sorry, Alex, but you'll have to wait to see Noble another couple of weeks. Here is a concept you should know a thing or two about, Alex... Opportunity... See, unlike you, Archduke, I do not hide behind illusions, so when I see an opportunity, I will step right up to its face and smash it into the ground without having to disguise my intentions or true motives. While you might not really see a problem with false Gods, I definitely do. I hate false Gods, and I hate it even more when simple men pretend to be like them, because although I only worship one deity, I still respect them all... I was under the impression that the All Father would respect Gods just as much... But, again, I was wrong. I used to look up to Odin just as much as you, but that was only because I saw the remnants of a once infallible in him. Night after night, Michael Noble would drag Brandi to WCF shows, watching Odin Balfore dominate and be glorious... I didn't know what it was doing to me... Much like you, Alex. You teamed with Odin before not knowing a damn thing. And now here we are, you're teaming with Scott Slayer of all people and you have to stand across the ring from your pitiful God and the idiotic James Wolf… as well as the real king pin of the WCF Jayson Price, and of course… Yours truly… The nightmare incarnate that is Noble Savage. You played your cards all wrong in this, Alex, but fret not… IgI will crack open your entire frame and re-shuffle the deck inside for you… That way when you are finally ready to face me, you are not confused as to which God to call when I rip my title back from you.”
Noble Savage now splashes her face with the dirty waters and scrubs it in. She splashes her face a few more times before she begins to speak again.
SAVAGE:
“I don't care about Slayer and no damn James Wolf! Slayer is coming into this thing like it is some Rupaul Drag Race telling everyone it is time to slay and James Wolf is simply over there trying to play real life Fort Nite with a bunch of paintball guns. But me, I don't play and I don't model. I massacre every arena I set foot in. You might remember, Scotty, I absolutely decimated the entire WCF Roster at War. The only thing you did that night was look stupid. But other than that, all the actual fighting was done by me. And same goes for James Wolf! Who actually eliminated you, might I add. But wolf, you took out how many, 4 maybe 5? And then got taken out by Kurt? Yeah… then I took out Kurt because he was too strong for you but not good enough for me. That night I also eliminated Alex Richards. But that was before I decided to carry him and the guardians on my back. The very second I decided to stop being their work horse, the Belt became mine. And it was a waste... All the time I spent trying to get Bonnie to be, back then, where I am today. A proven waste. The very best the WCF has to offer; Bonnie, Alex, and Odin… None ever had what it takes, and I was too new to see that. But now it is clear as day. No one at the top of the totem pole is even worthy of my attention. I am clouds above their perception of greatness. And you, Scott Slayer? You 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. Now you're hiding behind the brothers of Anarchy instead of getting to know who is Scott Slayer… Pathetic.”
The water coming from the faucet is now reddish brown and Noble Savage puta a rolled up ball of napkins in the sinkhole, making it fill up. As the sink slowly gets full of the red blood-like liquid, Noble Savage pulls out a small sack with glowing purple powder in it. She sprinkles the powder on to the red water, causing it to fizzle up and form bubbles.
SAVAGE:
“But I can't say my odds are great either. I'm actually teaming up with Jay Price and that doesn't sound very promising. I have to once again go into a match in which I have to carry my partners. Much how the case was when ever I teamed with Bonnie and Richards, or even Odin for that matter. 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 were souls to torture in WCF and I wanted them all to myself. But I also knew there was an All Father roaming around and my dad Michael always used to speak of the overwhelming presence one should feel when entering the same ring as the Se7en God. So, naturally, when I first faced Odin, I was convinced that I would meet my demise. Little did I know that it was the other way around. I was the demise of Odin all along... Then the second time came, and Alex Richards, you helped me... You helped me understand that I, too, was a witch. And I was shocked to find out that 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 Bonnie and give it the pedestal it truly deserved. I was no longer out there rooting for Odin and fighting battles in the Guardians’ honor to secure Alex and Bonnie's careers. I was no longer trying to bring you and the Guardians to where I thought you belonged, because it was me... It was me all along. I did not have a reason to cheer the all father and I did not have a reason to befriend the retards that remained after the decomposition of the original Guardians. I didn't care anymore. I didn't feel the comradery that we pretended to have. The only thing I felt was pity for how much you were struggling to stay relevant under my shine, so I decided to stop wasting time and complete the circle. And now… We are here.”
Noble Savage scoops a handful of the bubbling red water and splashes it playfully against the broken mirror over and over, causing the mirror to also bubble up. She then splashes the same around her on the floor and against the closed bathroom stalls. A filthy pale hand breaks out of the mirror and grabs on to the edge as if trying to come out but the space is too small for a body to fit. The bathroom stalls all now begin to thump and thud and the lights begin to flicker. The sealed door with all the barb wires bends and dents but does not open. The other two slam wide open and a bunch of slimey naked women with pale and veiny skin come pouring out into a crawl. They are crawling awkwardly over one another while blood leaks from their mouths, noses, and eyes. They crawl past Noble Savage and across the bathroom, heading for the exit.
SAVAGE:
“The Xanadu Circle's infinite army of nameless hags is here with us and they are not here for a short while, boys, no… We Are all here to stay and we are going to take over the entire WCF, mark my words. That championship around Alex's waist is mine and I will get it back! Tempest and Noa will have the other championships claimed and there isn't a damn thing anyone, not even my partner for this week, can do about it. So, all you have left is a hope and a prayer. Which is why I am going to make one of you call your God at SLAM. Seeing as I have already defeated everyone else in that damn match more than once with the exception of James Wolf, I guess you are going to be my God Caller this time, Jimmy. So instead of fighting, James Wolf, 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 righteous sins. Pray that your God finally starts listening to you, because at Monday Night Slam, you are going to need more than just Odin to be listening when I wring the blood out of the very fabric of your existence. You are going to need to fix your relationship with God in time for when the God Caller is locked in. And trust me, you've never felt anything like it. Up until now, I have taken it relatively easy on WCF, but I believe congratulations should be in ORDER for you, Wolf... You are going to be the first to feel what it is like to go one on one with a Savage that is not being held back by Noble... This is an exciting event… Well maybe for me, but for you, I guess it's terrible. See, I still feel a silent part of me, deep down, that wants to feel sorry for people and that empathy comes back every now and then, but I really don't care about how you feel or think. I locked that damn Noble in the stall because you are in no way shape or form worthy of the pity that Noble could feel for you. I've heard you, wolf, and I've heard of you. But you make a gang of nose and still seem like a cricket."
The worming bodies of pale sweaty ladies continue to barrel out of the stalls. One of the bodies seems to stand up and crawl on to the condemned stall and hold on to the barbed wire. It is tugging on it as if trying to break it open, and that's when the banging on the other side resumes to an aggressive rattle.
SAVAGE:
“Well, wolf. It seems the hags are insisting that you are worthy of Noble's pity after all. But I'm not going to risk it. There is no room for nobility on this road. The road we are traveling through at this moment is an extensive one with intertwining intersections that a person with even a hint of mercy just would not be able to follow. It confuses people, so I would be lying if I didn't admit that I am afraid of what would happen if Noble came out, but so are you. For example, have you ever stopped to think about why the WCF Galaxy that genuinely hates me and everything I stand for, collectively cheered for me whenever my opponent was the man you happen to be tagging with this time around? Think about it. Alex went out of his way and hopped into the crowd and convinced everyone that he was one of them and that he was fighting for the people and all of this super fan favorite nonsense… Yet when the night came and I stomped his brains out to win MY title, they cheered for his fall. It's not that they liked me, Wolf, it's that they saw what the alternative was and picked the better competitor. They still 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 these damn fans. Almost as much as I hate everyone in the locker room. I do not care what they think, but it is obvious that your partner for this week actually does and that is why going in to Anchorage this Monday night, your own poorly balanced mind is going to be against you. Me, I couldn't care less. I do not desperately seek approval from anyone. And it was evident when I carried your partner into relevance three times already without giving a single damn about what was in it for me. But this time around things are slightly different. The odds have been tweaked ever so subtly and that small fraction of a difference is all I need to make a little mercenary wannabe like you famous. 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. So being in the ring with so many Champions - and the insignificance of Scott Slayer - will prove to be your most valuable failure.”
The slithering bodies are winding down in numbers, but there still is that one trying to break the door to the stall. A few seconds pass and the chaos subsides. Noble Savage looks at the naked body that is trying to break the barbed wire and tilts her head with a furrow of her brow.
SAVAGE:
“Hey! The Noble behind that door isn’t one you really want to summon right now.”
The naked hag now turns her head toward Savage with an insect-like curiosity (think D’Vorah from MKX) and we see that this particular hag isn’t just anyone - it is none other than Noa Kanon, except her eyes are entirely black and almost hollow.
NOA KANON:
“You need Noble, Savage - You are Noble Savage - You need Noble, Savage, to be Noble Savage!”
SAVAGE:
“No! I’m facing Odin Balfore in that damn match! Noble always retreats into her childhood fandom when Odin’s around! Alex Richards is also there and you remember how she handed him a victory over her JUST so he can be part of the championship match! This isn’t the time to summon her!”
Noble Savage reaches at Noa Kanon, who contorts her body around while grabbing Savage’s arm and wraps herself around her. Noble Savage struggles to fight back, but Noa Kanon grabs her tightly in a rear naked choke. Noble Savage slams herself against the walls, breaking mirrors and even causing further damage to the barb-wired stall with Noa’s naked body scraping against it, but Noa simply laughs and continues her unrelenting choke. Noble Savage drops to one knee and Noa switches the rear naked choke into a cross-face chicken-wing.
NOA KANON:
“There’s no escape from Noa’s Cape…”
Noble Savage’s eyes begin to close and saliva begins to fall from her mouth. The very naked Noa Kanon slowly creeps off of her motionless body and crawls with an almost crab-like motion. The face of Noble Savage now begins to dry up and her skin almost like saran wrap adhering to her skull. Her eyes melt into her head and all we see now is a bloody skeleton. Noa backs away from the skeleton of Savage, and the broken door to the bathroom stall now opens.
We see a pair of high platform leather boots step out of the stall and slowly step toward Savage’s skeleton. The person who just came out, now crouches down and we see that it is, Noble Savage herself, but for some odd reason, her left iris is white with a black outline black pupil. She touches the face of the skull, which causes it to crumble into itself. With a tear running out of her eye, Noble Savage trembles her next words.
NOBLE:
“Your voice resonates facts in high volumes. I observed you closely, Savage and I admire your ways. Now, I have learned your ways and I am not the weakling you once understood. Much like Odin Balfore, you underestimate me and just like Odin Balfore you will learn the hard way that I am not to be taken lightly. The Xanadu Circle came and they deconstructed my soul down to every subatomic particle, and they put me back together, molecule by molecule… Now i will inevitably become the two time WCF Champion all within my first year. My primary weakness was my overactive empathy. Now that is all gone. I… I… I can't feel a thing. And that in itself should make me weep. Because I want to feel again and I don't. Odin Balfore will die under my foot. Alex Richards will die under my foot. Scott Slayer will die under my foot. James Wolf will die under my foot… So much death, and not single care to mourn…”
Noa Kanon sniffs the decaying skeleton and grins fiendishly.
NOA KANON:
“Confused but yet wise - your problems surround you. A lot of things upset you, as your soul rejects you. Enemy of yourself, physically enslaved by desires for more gold, so you behave like the woman in the grave - whose life was lost. You want the promised gold but could not afford the cost… Or could you? You know the prescribed laws; Any effect is the result of a cause. Lies and illusions, to yourself you have lied. Burning inside. Wanting to open wide, and SCREAM!!! Your own name as the Supreme. But you're trapped in this world - with your mind in a swirl. You left opponents hoping for genie and a wish, and searching for things that just do not exist. But in your midst there's the answer for which you've searched global, because from you springs… The Cancerous Brandi Noble. And that is you… The mistress of equality, with the ability to set yourself free… But don't ask yourself why you don't want to die; she doesn't want to die, just how you don't wanna cry, she doesn't want to try. So now you're both forced to try instead of being trapped up for living your lives inside a lie…”
Noa Kanon now creeps away rather quickly, finding an open vent on the upper wall and crawling backward into it. Noble Savage now scoops up some dust that fell from the decaying skeleton and stands up straight. She sprinkles the grains on the floor in front of her as a small whirlwind picks up and twists the powdery substance into a purple glow. The purple glowing sand twirls around Noble Savage then ultimately slams itself into her chest and she inhales the floating purple glow from it.
NOBLE SAVAGE:
“I have evolved beyond emotions and I can no longer pretend to care about anyone or anything. I gave and gave and got nothing in return. Now I've completed the circle on my own and realized I never needed to help the Guardians... Now, I don't feel for anyone other than myself and it makes me sad to realize I have no competition. To realize that I stand alone at the top of the food chain without a challenge. To know that I am incapable of feeling any type of remorse or emotion toward my aggressors… All I know now is senseless destruction simply to satisfy my primal desires of watching things crumble beneath my grip. I can now truly 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. How innocent are YOUR lives, boys? The only reason Alex ever even wanted the belt was 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. Then you have James Wolf the self proclaimed mercenary who really just wants to get paid... I have a higher purpose than what mere monetary compensation can ever provide. Odin, you already fell so far from the heavens that the ground beneath my feet feels like a ceiling to you. You're no longer the feared God you once were. You're a mere mortal, and my father would be so disappointed in himself for ever seeing you as his favorite wrestler. I have no business in destroying you further because there is no honor in kicking a man while he's down. And speaking of Down, Scott Slayer, you're the single bottom-most person in this match and you must feel all tough because you finally get to eat dinner at the big kids table. I have a rude Awakening for you in the shape of a Tomb Seeker. The epitaph etched over your gravestone will read, here lies the anarchist that never was… Signed by Noble Savage. Oh but it doesn't end there… Don't think Jayson Price is safe from my Wrath in all this just because he's my tag partner… You hear me Jayson? Do your job or get Curb Stomped too!”
Suddenly the scene cuts to black without warning and we hear a loud agonizing scream from a man. The scene fades in from black and we see none other than Jayson Price, sitting on the floor with his back against Noble Savage's back, who is sitting the same way. Jayson Price takes in a deep breath as his eyes open and sweat pours profusely from his forehead.
JAYSON PRICE:
“What the fuck was that?! What did I just see? It felt so real!“
Lady Abernathy walks up to them from the dark background as the camera pans out. We now see that Savage and Price are sitting in the middle of a pentagram. Lady Abernathy stops just outside the outer circle.
LADY ABERNATHY:
“It was real, Jayson. You agreed to get a glimpse into the mind of Noble Savage and that is exactly what you just witnessed.”
JAYSON PRICE:
“Her mind is… A fucking filthy bathroom?!”
NOBLE SAVAGE:
“Part of it, yeah…”
JAYSON PRICE:
"I only have one thing to say after that experience and that is… You are really fucked up in the head. I mean how the hell was Noa Kanon in there?”
LADY ABERNATHY:
“Adorcism.”
JAYSON PRICE:
“Well let's get one thing clear, nobody is adoring anybody here. The only purpose of this match is for me to get my hands on that damn James Wolf. Yeah I like him about as much as I like Vincent Augustine and I'm even thinking last week I should have put him in that ring against you instead. Your minor losses have shaped you but they don't define you. And that's what I need in this match, someone who can overcome and overachieve. That is why my future is bright; because I treat every new day like a blank slate. I am now more than happy to be teaming up with a Brandi Savage that is in her prime. You're not an aspiring new face that is wet behind the ear like Scott Slayer. You are not one to be taken advantage, so Odin and Richards will wish they could have taken me out for good back then. Now I'm the one who sees you for the dangerous being that you are, and I love the fact that you will not hesitate to STOMP James Wolf until he looks like another embedded design under your shoe. I need this, Noble Savage! Can you promise me you will deliver?"
NOBLE SAVAGE:
“It should go without saying that I would absolutely deliver on this without your paltry pleading. But you, too, may be in the line of fire.”
JAYSON PRICE:
“If it means delivering pain to them, then I'll gladly take a slap to the face in the process.”
Noble Savage stands up and extends her hand toward Jayson Price, prompting him to grab it to help himself up. Jayson does just that, and when he stands up, Noble Savage sweeps his leg and sends him back down but keeps his hand held.
SAVAGE:
“Did you not learn anything from being in my head, Jayson? You don’t understand this, boy, if you even as much as shed a drop of sweat in my way, I will END you! This will quickly transform from a three way couples dance, into being me versus five men who are in desperate need of getting their craniums cracked! Your only saving grace, Jayson, is that you will not be in front of me when I go on a rampage. If you get in my way, I won’t be responsible for my actions! I won’t b able to save you from this one, Price. Do we understand each other?!”
JAYSON PRICE:
“I don’t give a fuck what you do in that ring that night, just as long as you crush some fucking heads.”
Noble Savage now helps Jayson up again and he dusts himself off. Noble Savage walks away and Jayson Price stands there looking. Lady Abernathy has a subtle smirk on her face as she sees Jayson looking around slightly confused.
JAYSON PRICE:
“Wait, that’s it? You’re just leaving?!”
LADY ABERNATHY:
“You are free to go home to your wife now, Jayson.”
JAYSON PRICE:
“Oh, God. Don’t remind me…”
Jayson Price gets one of those full body shivers as he walks away with a saddened slump. The camera now zooms in close to Lady Abernathy’s gaze as she follows his every footsteps with her eyes. The place now goes dark and only Abernathy’s eyes are seen in the darkness before we fully fade to black.
Noble Savage/Jayson Price vs. Odin Balfore/Scott Slayer vs. Alex Richards/James Wolf
SLAM 4/15/19
"High Price to Pay for a Noble Reward"
Word Count: 5,000
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The scene opens up in an abandoned bathroom.we see blood, urine and nearly petrified feces on the floor with centipedes, scorpions, and rats creeping throughout. For some odd reason, one of the bathroom stalls is sealed shut with barb wire and wooden bars.. The door, however bang and thus loudly as if someone is trying to come out. The camera now pans over to the sink area, where we see Noble Savage standing and staring at her reflection in the broken and blood smeared mirror. She is wearing he usual torn jeans and open zipper black leather bomber. Her left eye slightly twitches with each thud from the stall behind her.
SAVAGE:
“So, Alex… You and the witch you slayed both went out of your respective ways 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. I made sure Bonnie became champion, but then she proved herself unworthy so I had to make sure she lost the title. But let's state some facts here… I came up short when I last fought her. That scared me to my very core because I was not prepared to lose to such a weak little brainwashed witch. Which is why I had to make sure that my rematch for the WCF world title didn't come against her. I admit it, Alex, I can't face her. I can't defeat her. She learned me. But you, Alex, haven't. That's why I helped you win it. Because when it comes time for me to get my title back, it will be that much easier to do it against you than against her. After all, my first title win was by pinning you, wasn't it? And now you and I have more in common than we should. You beat Samuel so bad he forgot his hometown is Vegas and is now going to visit a random town and get lost. I applaud you for that. Because I hadn't taken a vacation I would have been the one to send both him and Bonnie packing. But you picked up the slack and capitalized on what I left undone. Bravo. But you seem to forget, that the Circle and I actually HELPED you win. But you got all mad and actually attacked Tempest and Noa… As Your way of thanking them for helping you become champion. For sticking their nose in your business? Hahaha! Doll face, it wasn't your business, it was mine. And it was Bonnie's. You were just an added presence. An extra. And now you're the transitional champion of the world, ready to give me back what's mine in a couple of weeks. See, at this point you're just a puppet. I'm using you the same exact way I used you before. I needed you in that match so that I can pin a new face to become champion and there you were. Now I need you because I really don't want to risk facing the Time Witch again. No offense, but witch on witch crime is never a good thing, and it is even worse when the witch on the receiving end is me. So that's why I'm kinda glad that I get to face you at SLAM even if it is in a triple threat tag match, because I get to give you a little love tap and show you a preview of things to come.”
Noble Savage now glances back over her shoulder as the banging from the stall gets louder and more persistent. She nervously turns the knob on the faucet, causing brown water to come out. She washes her hands in the cloudy muddy waters while speaking her next words in obvious uneasiness.
SAVAGE:
"I hate how persistent Noble is, you know that? She doesn't get it. There is no room for her mistakes right now and all she has to do is be a good little girl and stay put! The mistakes that costed her my championship could be the same mistakes that costs me this match as well. With you being there and the All Father being there, it's just too high risk. CUT IT OUT NOBLE!”
Noble Savage's voice echoes throughout the hollow bathroom and the thumping from the sealed stall comes to an abrupt stop. Noble Savage takes a deep breath and lets out a sigh.
SAVAGE:
“Sorry, Alex, but you'll have to wait to see Noble another couple of weeks. Here is a concept you should know a thing or two about, Alex... Opportunity... See, unlike you, Archduke, I do not hide behind illusions, so when I see an opportunity, I will step right up to its face and smash it into the ground without having to disguise my intentions or true motives. While you might not really see a problem with false Gods, I definitely do. I hate false Gods, and I hate it even more when simple men pretend to be like them, because although I only worship one deity, I still respect them all... I was under the impression that the All Father would respect Gods just as much... But, again, I was wrong. I used to look up to Odin just as much as you, but that was only because I saw the remnants of a once infallible in him. Night after night, Michael Noble would drag Brandi to WCF shows, watching Odin Balfore dominate and be glorious... I didn't know what it was doing to me... Much like you, Alex. You teamed with Odin before not knowing a damn thing. And now here we are, you're teaming with Scott Slayer of all people and you have to stand across the ring from your pitiful God and the idiotic James Wolf… as well as the real king pin of the WCF Jayson Price, and of course… Yours truly… The nightmare incarnate that is Noble Savage. You played your cards all wrong in this, Alex, but fret not… IgI will crack open your entire frame and re-shuffle the deck inside for you… That way when you are finally ready to face me, you are not confused as to which God to call when I rip my title back from you.”
Noble Savage now splashes her face with the dirty waters and scrubs it in. She splashes her face a few more times before she begins to speak again.
SAVAGE:
“I don't care about Slayer and no damn James Wolf! Slayer is coming into this thing like it is some Rupaul Drag Race telling everyone it is time to slay and James Wolf is simply over there trying to play real life Fort Nite with a bunch of paintball guns. But me, I don't play and I don't model. I massacre every arena I set foot in. You might remember, Scotty, I absolutely decimated the entire WCF Roster at War. The only thing you did that night was look stupid. But other than that, all the actual fighting was done by me. And same goes for James Wolf! Who actually eliminated you, might I add. But wolf, you took out how many, 4 maybe 5? And then got taken out by Kurt? Yeah… then I took out Kurt because he was too strong for you but not good enough for me. That night I also eliminated Alex Richards. But that was before I decided to carry him and the guardians on my back. The very second I decided to stop being their work horse, the Belt became mine. And it was a waste... All the time I spent trying to get Bonnie to be, back then, where I am today. A proven waste. The very best the WCF has to offer; Bonnie, Alex, and Odin… None ever had what it takes, and I was too new to see that. But now it is clear as day. No one at the top of the totem pole is even worthy of my attention. I am clouds above their perception of greatness. And you, Scott Slayer? You 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. Now you're hiding behind the brothers of Anarchy instead of getting to know who is Scott Slayer… Pathetic.”
The water coming from the faucet is now reddish brown and Noble Savage puta a rolled up ball of napkins in the sinkhole, making it fill up. As the sink slowly gets full of the red blood-like liquid, Noble Savage pulls out a small sack with glowing purple powder in it. She sprinkles the powder on to the red water, causing it to fizzle up and form bubbles.
SAVAGE:
“But I can't say my odds are great either. I'm actually teaming up with Jay Price and that doesn't sound very promising. I have to once again go into a match in which I have to carry my partners. Much how the case was when ever I teamed with Bonnie and Richards, or even Odin for that matter. 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 were souls to torture in WCF and I wanted them all to myself. But I also knew there was an All Father roaming around and my dad Michael always used to speak of the overwhelming presence one should feel when entering the same ring as the Se7en God. So, naturally, when I first faced Odin, I was convinced that I would meet my demise. Little did I know that it was the other way around. I was the demise of Odin all along... Then the second time came, and Alex Richards, you helped me... You helped me understand that I, too, was a witch. And I was shocked to find out that 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 Bonnie and give it the pedestal it truly deserved. I was no longer out there rooting for Odin and fighting battles in the Guardians’ honor to secure Alex and Bonnie's careers. I was no longer trying to bring you and the Guardians to where I thought you belonged, because it was me... It was me all along. I did not have a reason to cheer the all father and I did not have a reason to befriend the retards that remained after the decomposition of the original Guardians. I didn't care anymore. I didn't feel the comradery that we pretended to have. The only thing I felt was pity for how much you were struggling to stay relevant under my shine, so I decided to stop wasting time and complete the circle. And now… We are here.”
Noble Savage scoops a handful of the bubbling red water and splashes it playfully against the broken mirror over and over, causing the mirror to also bubble up. She then splashes the same around her on the floor and against the closed bathroom stalls. A filthy pale hand breaks out of the mirror and grabs on to the edge as if trying to come out but the space is too small for a body to fit. The bathroom stalls all now begin to thump and thud and the lights begin to flicker. The sealed door with all the barb wires bends and dents but does not open. The other two slam wide open and a bunch of slimey naked women with pale and veiny skin come pouring out into a crawl. They are crawling awkwardly over one another while blood leaks from their mouths, noses, and eyes. They crawl past Noble Savage and across the bathroom, heading for the exit.
SAVAGE:
“The Xanadu Circle's infinite army of nameless hags is here with us and they are not here for a short while, boys, no… We Are all here to stay and we are going to take over the entire WCF, mark my words. That championship around Alex's waist is mine and I will get it back! Tempest and Noa will have the other championships claimed and there isn't a damn thing anyone, not even my partner for this week, can do about it. So, all you have left is a hope and a prayer. Which is why I am going to make one of you call your God at SLAM. Seeing as I have already defeated everyone else in that damn match more than once with the exception of James Wolf, I guess you are going to be my God Caller this time, Jimmy. So instead of fighting, James Wolf, 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 righteous sins. Pray that your God finally starts listening to you, because at Monday Night Slam, you are going to need more than just Odin to be listening when I wring the blood out of the very fabric of your existence. You are going to need to fix your relationship with God in time for when the God Caller is locked in. And trust me, you've never felt anything like it. Up until now, I have taken it relatively easy on WCF, but I believe congratulations should be in ORDER for you, Wolf... You are going to be the first to feel what it is like to go one on one with a Savage that is not being held back by Noble... This is an exciting event… Well maybe for me, but for you, I guess it's terrible. See, I still feel a silent part of me, deep down, that wants to feel sorry for people and that empathy comes back every now and then, but I really don't care about how you feel or think. I locked that damn Noble in the stall because you are in no way shape or form worthy of the pity that Noble could feel for you. I've heard you, wolf, and I've heard of you. But you make a gang of nose and still seem like a cricket."
The worming bodies of pale sweaty ladies continue to barrel out of the stalls. One of the bodies seems to stand up and crawl on to the condemned stall and hold on to the barbed wire. It is tugging on it as if trying to break it open, and that's when the banging on the other side resumes to an aggressive rattle.
SAVAGE:
“Well, wolf. It seems the hags are insisting that you are worthy of Noble's pity after all. But I'm not going to risk it. There is no room for nobility on this road. The road we are traveling through at this moment is an extensive one with intertwining intersections that a person with even a hint of mercy just would not be able to follow. It confuses people, so I would be lying if I didn't admit that I am afraid of what would happen if Noble came out, but so are you. For example, have you ever stopped to think about why the WCF Galaxy that genuinely hates me and everything I stand for, collectively cheered for me whenever my opponent was the man you happen to be tagging with this time around? Think about it. Alex went out of his way and hopped into the crowd and convinced everyone that he was one of them and that he was fighting for the people and all of this super fan favorite nonsense… Yet when the night came and I stomped his brains out to win MY title, they cheered for his fall. It's not that they liked me, Wolf, it's that they saw what the alternative was and picked the better competitor. They still 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 these damn fans. Almost as much as I hate everyone in the locker room. I do not care what they think, but it is obvious that your partner for this week actually does and that is why going in to Anchorage this Monday night, your own poorly balanced mind is going to be against you. Me, I couldn't care less. I do not desperately seek approval from anyone. And it was evident when I carried your partner into relevance three times already without giving a single damn about what was in it for me. But this time around things are slightly different. The odds have been tweaked ever so subtly and that small fraction of a difference is all I need to make a little mercenary wannabe like you famous. 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. So being in the ring with so many Champions - and the insignificance of Scott Slayer - will prove to be your most valuable failure.”
The slithering bodies are winding down in numbers, but there still is that one trying to break the door to the stall. A few seconds pass and the chaos subsides. Noble Savage looks at the naked body that is trying to break the barbed wire and tilts her head with a furrow of her brow.
SAVAGE:
“Hey! The Noble behind that door isn’t one you really want to summon right now.”
The naked hag now turns her head toward Savage with an insect-like curiosity (think D’Vorah from MKX) and we see that this particular hag isn’t just anyone - it is none other than Noa Kanon, except her eyes are entirely black and almost hollow.
NOA KANON:
“You need Noble, Savage - You are Noble Savage - You need Noble, Savage, to be Noble Savage!”
SAVAGE:
“No! I’m facing Odin Balfore in that damn match! Noble always retreats into her childhood fandom when Odin’s around! Alex Richards is also there and you remember how she handed him a victory over her JUST so he can be part of the championship match! This isn’t the time to summon her!”
Noble Savage reaches at Noa Kanon, who contorts her body around while grabbing Savage’s arm and wraps herself around her. Noble Savage struggles to fight back, but Noa Kanon grabs her tightly in a rear naked choke. Noble Savage slams herself against the walls, breaking mirrors and even causing further damage to the barb-wired stall with Noa’s naked body scraping against it, but Noa simply laughs and continues her unrelenting choke. Noble Savage drops to one knee and Noa switches the rear naked choke into a cross-face chicken-wing.
NOA KANON:
“There’s no escape from Noa’s Cape…”
Noble Savage’s eyes begin to close and saliva begins to fall from her mouth. The very naked Noa Kanon slowly creeps off of her motionless body and crawls with an almost crab-like motion. The face of Noble Savage now begins to dry up and her skin almost like saran wrap adhering to her skull. Her eyes melt into her head and all we see now is a bloody skeleton. Noa backs away from the skeleton of Savage, and the broken door to the bathroom stall now opens.
We see a pair of high platform leather boots step out of the stall and slowly step toward Savage’s skeleton. The person who just came out, now crouches down and we see that it is, Noble Savage herself, but for some odd reason, her left iris is white with a black outline black pupil. She touches the face of the skull, which causes it to crumble into itself. With a tear running out of her eye, Noble Savage trembles her next words.
NOBLE:
“Your voice resonates facts in high volumes. I observed you closely, Savage and I admire your ways. Now, I have learned your ways and I am not the weakling you once understood. Much like Odin Balfore, you underestimate me and just like Odin Balfore you will learn the hard way that I am not to be taken lightly. The Xanadu Circle came and they deconstructed my soul down to every subatomic particle, and they put me back together, molecule by molecule… Now i will inevitably become the two time WCF Champion all within my first year. My primary weakness was my overactive empathy. Now that is all gone. I… I… I can't feel a thing. And that in itself should make me weep. Because I want to feel again and I don't. Odin Balfore will die under my foot. Alex Richards will die under my foot. Scott Slayer will die under my foot. James Wolf will die under my foot… So much death, and not single care to mourn…”
Noa Kanon sniffs the decaying skeleton and grins fiendishly.
NOA KANON:
“Confused but yet wise - your problems surround you. A lot of things upset you, as your soul rejects you. Enemy of yourself, physically enslaved by desires for more gold, so you behave like the woman in the grave - whose life was lost. You want the promised gold but could not afford the cost… Or could you? You know the prescribed laws; Any effect is the result of a cause. Lies and illusions, to yourself you have lied. Burning inside. Wanting to open wide, and SCREAM!!! Your own name as the Supreme. But you're trapped in this world - with your mind in a swirl. You left opponents hoping for genie and a wish, and searching for things that just do not exist. But in your midst there's the answer for which you've searched global, because from you springs… The Cancerous Brandi Noble. And that is you… The mistress of equality, with the ability to set yourself free… But don't ask yourself why you don't want to die; she doesn't want to die, just how you don't wanna cry, she doesn't want to try. So now you're both forced to try instead of being trapped up for living your lives inside a lie…”
Noa Kanon now creeps away rather quickly, finding an open vent on the upper wall and crawling backward into it. Noble Savage now scoops up some dust that fell from the decaying skeleton and stands up straight. She sprinkles the grains on the floor in front of her as a small whirlwind picks up and twists the powdery substance into a purple glow. The purple glowing sand twirls around Noble Savage then ultimately slams itself into her chest and she inhales the floating purple glow from it.
NOBLE SAVAGE:
“I have evolved beyond emotions and I can no longer pretend to care about anyone or anything. I gave and gave and got nothing in return. Now I've completed the circle on my own and realized I never needed to help the Guardians... Now, I don't feel for anyone other than myself and it makes me sad to realize I have no competition. To realize that I stand alone at the top of the food chain without a challenge. To know that I am incapable of feeling any type of remorse or emotion toward my aggressors… All I know now is senseless destruction simply to satisfy my primal desires of watching things crumble beneath my grip. I can now truly 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. How innocent are YOUR lives, boys? The only reason Alex ever even wanted the belt was 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. Then you have James Wolf the self proclaimed mercenary who really just wants to get paid... I have a higher purpose than what mere monetary compensation can ever provide. Odin, you already fell so far from the heavens that the ground beneath my feet feels like a ceiling to you. You're no longer the feared God you once were. You're a mere mortal, and my father would be so disappointed in himself for ever seeing you as his favorite wrestler. I have no business in destroying you further because there is no honor in kicking a man while he's down. And speaking of Down, Scott Slayer, you're the single bottom-most person in this match and you must feel all tough because you finally get to eat dinner at the big kids table. I have a rude Awakening for you in the shape of a Tomb Seeker. The epitaph etched over your gravestone will read, here lies the anarchist that never was… Signed by Noble Savage. Oh but it doesn't end there… Don't think Jayson Price is safe from my Wrath in all this just because he's my tag partner… You hear me Jayson? Do your job or get Curb Stomped too!”
Suddenly the scene cuts to black without warning and we hear a loud agonizing scream from a man. The scene fades in from black and we see none other than Jayson Price, sitting on the floor with his back against Noble Savage's back, who is sitting the same way. Jayson Price takes in a deep breath as his eyes open and sweat pours profusely from his forehead.
JAYSON PRICE:
“What the fuck was that?! What did I just see? It felt so real!“
Lady Abernathy walks up to them from the dark background as the camera pans out. We now see that Savage and Price are sitting in the middle of a pentagram. Lady Abernathy stops just outside the outer circle.
LADY ABERNATHY:
“It was real, Jayson. You agreed to get a glimpse into the mind of Noble Savage and that is exactly what you just witnessed.”
JAYSON PRICE:
“Her mind is… A fucking filthy bathroom?!”
NOBLE SAVAGE:
“Part of it, yeah…”
JAYSON PRICE:
"I only have one thing to say after that experience and that is… You are really fucked up in the head. I mean how the hell was Noa Kanon in there?”
LADY ABERNATHY:
“Adorcism.”
JAYSON PRICE:
“Well let's get one thing clear, nobody is adoring anybody here. The only purpose of this match is for me to get my hands on that damn James Wolf. Yeah I like him about as much as I like Vincent Augustine and I'm even thinking last week I should have put him in that ring against you instead. Your minor losses have shaped you but they don't define you. And that's what I need in this match, someone who can overcome and overachieve. That is why my future is bright; because I treat every new day like a blank slate. I am now more than happy to be teaming up with a Brandi Savage that is in her prime. You're not an aspiring new face that is wet behind the ear like Scott Slayer. You are not one to be taken advantage, so Odin and Richards will wish they could have taken me out for good back then. Now I'm the one who sees you for the dangerous being that you are, and I love the fact that you will not hesitate to STOMP James Wolf until he looks like another embedded design under your shoe. I need this, Noble Savage! Can you promise me you will deliver?"
NOBLE SAVAGE:
“It should go without saying that I would absolutely deliver on this without your paltry pleading. But you, too, may be in the line of fire.”
JAYSON PRICE:
“If it means delivering pain to them, then I'll gladly take a slap to the face in the process.”
Noble Savage stands up and extends her hand toward Jayson Price, prompting him to grab it to help himself up. Jayson does just that, and when he stands up, Noble Savage sweeps his leg and sends him back down but keeps his hand held.
SAVAGE:
“Did you not learn anything from being in my head, Jayson? You don’t understand this, boy, if you even as much as shed a drop of sweat in my way, I will END you! This will quickly transform from a three way couples dance, into being me versus five men who are in desperate need of getting their craniums cracked! Your only saving grace, Jayson, is that you will not be in front of me when I go on a rampage. If you get in my way, I won’t be responsible for my actions! I won’t b able to save you from this one, Price. Do we understand each other?!”
JAYSON PRICE:
“I don’t give a fuck what you do in that ring that night, just as long as you crush some fucking heads.”
Noble Savage now helps Jayson up again and he dusts himself off. Noble Savage walks away and Jayson Price stands there looking. Lady Abernathy has a subtle smirk on her face as she sees Jayson looking around slightly confused.
JAYSON PRICE:
“Wait, that’s it? You’re just leaving?!”
LADY ABERNATHY:
“You are free to go home to your wife now, Jayson.”
JAYSON PRICE:
“Oh, God. Don’t remind me…”
Jayson Price gets one of those full body shivers as he walks away with a saddened slump. The camera now zooms in close to Lady Abernathy’s gaze as she follows his every footsteps with her eyes. The place now goes dark and only Abernathy’s eyes are seen in the darkness before we fully fade to black.
