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Meet "A"
Topic Started: Sep 26 2017, 08:44 PM (114 Views)
SaviourSelf
Seasoned Professional
-Standing against a brick wall is Allan Proctor looking as smarmy and prickish as ever in a pair of black slacks and a tuxedo shirt that says he likes to party, but he likes to keep things semi-formal as well. Looking like the guy who is a Junior in college and buys high school girls beer, Proctor puts a foot up against the brick wall and leans against it waiting for his cue. Beside him, looking rather shy and like she doesn't truly want to be there is a girl in an old-school Mitch Richmond Sacramento Kings jersey and a pair of jean shorts. She's a leggy brunette and her pursed lips curl in a way that can set off a thousand ships. She's that pretty.-

Proctor: I kind of told you that I was going to do this. Like, I warned you that ultimately I was going to get video interviews with every coach, every member of your family and every rat that needs an extra paycheck.

Girl: Rat?

Proctor: It's a term of endearment, like mouse. Or honey.

Girl: Can we just get this over with?

Proctor: You give me all the info I seek and I'll let you walk out of here.

Girl: You promised me $600 to do this.

Proctor: I only have $450, and you're wasting valuable camera time, so we'll just call it even.

-Before the girl can even protest, Proctor goes into gameshow host mode and starts speaking into the camera, unveiling the girl like a pudgy-assed Vanna White.-

Proctor: I know what you're asking, and no I didn't pay for her, and no I didn't get to sleep with her, although I'm pretty positive that in a different life or a different time that could have been an option, but what we have here, Ladies and Gentlemen is a woman close and dear to the pratfalls and the tribulations that have befallen the world's greatest failure, Alex LeBlanc.

For you see, in front of you, in all her... pretty average glory is the "infamous" "A".

Tell the people your name for the record.

-Rolling her eyes, the girl responds, almost looking at her nails.-

??: My name is Ariel Ryan.

Proctor: And once again, your relative obscurity rears it's pretty head. Still, Ariel, we've brought you here today because after Alex's long-winded and rather dull sob story of how he built you a house, and built you a palace in the sky and had it all crashing down, I'm here to verify that ultimately, it wasn't all perfect on his end was it? He painted himself as this selfless lover, but wasn't he gone all the time? Didn't he leave you 90% of the time while he TRIED to be a competent wrestler? How can you be a selfless lover when you loved yourself and what he has the gall to call his "profession" just that much more?

-Ariel sighs a bit.-

Ariel: He was gone more often than not, and he left me at home to fend for the home and for Jake more often than I'd like.

-Proctor smirks, beaming at the revelatory nature of her comment.-

Proctor: Jake? Would you care to tell the audience who little Jake is? Who the doomed little boy happens to be?

Ariel: He's my son.

-Proctor rubs his hands together.-

Proctor: AND THERE IT IS, PEOPLE! The dotting father, Alex LeBlanc, who brings his son to shows and makes it a point to play himself up like Father of the Year was leaving his child at home and rendering poor Ariel, she of no discernible skills at home to be a single mom to an overactive, and quite frankly annoying little child from all the clips I've seen.

-Ariel fidgets, pursing her lips, as Proctor tries to continue on.-

Proctor: Tell me, Ariel, all those days alone, all those nights while he was out there living on the road and forgetting all about you, writing long-winded letters that nobody would listen to or pay attention to themselves, how bad did things get? When did you realize that your ex-husband was a piece of shit? Was it before or after the divorce? Before or after the first retirement?

-Smirking, Ariel tilts her head and finally looks at Proctor and smiles at him.-

Ariel: I realized that he wasn't all that terrible of a person when I stood her for five minutes and listened to you ramble and try to create a name off someone who would never have to stoop so low as to bring a loved one on camera.

I realized he wasn't that bad because with all the leaving, with all the moments away, he still was a tremendous father and showered me with love. It didn't work out, we were young and we had a kid that we still to this day try to raise together. But Alex never bounced a child support check, my kid never went hungry, I never had to take him to court for alimony, and the house he built for us...he sold and turned into a college tuition.

Alex is a vindictive piece of shit. He's an adulterer. He has an addictive personality, he has demons. He can't keep a wife due to his love for this business. He can be self-absorbed. He's no angel.

...But never was he a complete piece of trash like you, Allan.

-Hearing every word, listening as it leaves her lips, an incensed Allan Proctor flips and holds her harshly against the brick wall and begins screaming at her.-

Proctor: NO! NO! You, you absolute heathen, are NOT going to ruin this for me! Not now! This is my moment!

-Proctor creepily holds his hands on either side of her shoulders so she can't escape and he leans in, snarling at her, veins bursting in his face.-

Proctor: I will NOT allow you to glorify that man like he's some kind of God. Are you that dense? Are you that obtuse that you don't realize that he used you! That you were a pawn?! You were a wet sleeve for him to get warm at night, you dumb female! Beneath all that Maybeline and Naked Brand makeup, do you have a brain able to conceptualize the fact that you were ultimately meaningless and a statistic?! A statistic like, "WIFE NUMBER 2" AND "DIVORCE NUMBER 1"!

-Bringing his hand up he runs it through her hair and makes sure to hold her back by her hair, terrorizing her.-

Proctor: I'M THE GOOD GUY HERE! I'm not the failure! I'm not the hypocrite! And I proved it once when I dropped your man...or Sonia's man...or Rachel's man...or Lucy Hawke's man...or...WHATEVER! I proved it when I dropped him on his neck and soon enough? I'll do it again, Ariel. And then? Little Jake won't be getting those checks and it's double shifts for you at the Diner, so you better pray Alex doesn't show up in December. PRAY! Pray to WHATEVER God vapid females like you pray to!

-Allan feints toward Ariel and she screams, cowering. Proctor laughs like the shit heel he is, and Ariel scurries away. Left alone with a camera, Proctor just snickers before blowing it a kiss and waving, mouthing "Just getting started, Alex".-
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