Post by Deleted on Jul 3, 2016 14:55:57 GMT
FADE IN:
INT. PROCTOR’S HOME – MEMPHIS, TENNESSEE – JULY 1ST, 2016
Prepare to hate.
Neville Proctor was butt naked, standing at the head of the kitchen table with his eyes closed and his right hand pressed over his heart.
Everybody else remained seated except Doll, his sex slave, dressed in a very revealing, sexy maid Halloween costume to his right, with a collar attached to a leash which Proctor held tightly in his other hand. Shorty the midget, barely peeking over the table, stood to his left.
Token, the only black guy in the room, spoke.
TOKEN
“Bless us, O Proctor, and these, Thy gifts,
which we are about to receive from Thy
bounty. Through Proctor, our Lord. Amen.”
“Bless us, O Proctor, and these, Thy gifts,
which we are about to receive from Thy
bounty. Through Proctor, our Lord. Amen.”
Proctor opened his eyes, a smirk just beaming as he took his seat at the head of the table, his throne as he would call it.
Shorty grabbed the napkin from beside Proctor's plate, walked up a step stool, and put the napkin over ‘The Original’s’ chest, but with nothing to tuck it into, he just held it while Doll cut a piece of chicken and fed it to Neville.
Neville chewed on the piece of meat, and then his facial expression changed.
NEVILLE PROCTOR
“Oh my goodness gracious, this tastes
like me gone and fuckin’ shite in
me mouth!”
“Oh my goodness gracious, this tastes
like me gone and fuckin’ shite in
me mouth!”
Neville spat the piece of chicken out as Shorty hurried and wiped the string of spit that dangled from Proctor’s mouth with the napkin.
NEVILLE PROCTOR
“Who done this? Speak now or forever
hold your—Oh, I will.”
“Who done this? Speak now or forever
hold your—Oh, I will.”
The savior of wrestling shook his fist.
NEVILLE PROCTOR (CONT’D)
“Confess, you worthless scoundrels! Who
in there Proctor damn right mind would
serve me this abortion of a meal?”
“Confess, you worthless scoundrels! Who
in there Proctor damn right mind would
serve me this abortion of a meal?”
Doll pointed at the piece of chicken which Proctor was referring to that sat in the middle of the table.
Beluga licked her lips, eyeing up the chunk of food, ready at a moment's notice to grab and devour it in a heartbeat.
NEVILLE PROCTOR (CONT’D)
“It was you, oh wasn’t it, NUBS! For
the umpteenth time, you cannot be
a chef?”
“It was you, oh wasn’t it, NUBS! For
the umpteenth time, you cannot be
a chef?”
Nubs raised his arms—he had no hands—as he shook his head.
NEVILLE PROCTOR (CONT’D)
“You need arms to be a chef, not
two little disgusting-looking
nubs.”
The room stayed silent, no one willing to confess to the butchery of dinner. This infuriated Neville. He glanced around the table, giving each person his death stare.
NEVILLE PROCTOR
“So, it be like that. Oh, ya’ll fixen'
for a good old belt lashing, ain’t
ya'll? Wrinkles, ya better go get
me my strap!”
“So, it be like that. Oh, ya’ll fixen'
for a good old belt lashing, ain’t
ya'll? Wrinkles, ya better go get
me my strap!”
The old lady, whom Proctor had named – like he had named every other member of his so-called disciples – Wrinkles, slowly, in tortoise mode, rose from her seat.
Token spoke up.
TOKEN
“Proctor, how about you tell us the
day you became a God?”
Good old Token, always knowing how to change Proctor’s mood.
NEVILLE PROCTOR
“Oh, I don’t want to boast.”
“Oh, I don’t want to boast.”
Neville snickered, slouching back into his chair and yanking on the leash attached to Doll's collar for her to take a seat on his lap.
NEVILLE PROCTOR
“I just know that reading just tickled
ya’ll to death. Doll, massage
me hair.”
“I just know that reading just tickled
ya’ll to death. Doll, massage
me hair.”
Doll began massaging his hair.
NEVILLE PROCTOR
“Aye, it was any normal day—“
CUT TO:
INT. WRESTLING RING – MEMPHIS, TENNESSEE – 6 YEARS EARLIER
Neville Proctor stands in the middle of the ring as he places the head of his opponent between his legs. The crowd is going nuts as Neville is about to accomplish what no other man had done before. Finish the legend of Golden Glen.
PROCTOR BOMB!
Neville made the cover after his deadly finish, and the referee slammed his hand down on the canvas for a total of three strikes.
The bell sounded, and the crowd erupted in cheers and chants.
ARENA
“PROCTOR, PROCTOR, PROCTOR!”
“PROCTOR, PROCTOR, PROCTOR!”
Neville danced around the ring like a person who had just won an Olympic gold medal. Taking in all the glory, and eating up every moment of it. He looked like a dancing idiot.
CUT TO:
INT. PROCTOR’S HOME – MEMPHIS, TENNESSEE – JULY 1ST, 2016
His disciples looked at him with astonishing looks in their eyes.
NEVILLE PROCTOR
“And that was the day. The Original!
The savior of wrestling! Neville
Proctor! Became a GOD!”
“And that was the day. The Original!
The savior of wrestling! Neville
Proctor! Became a GOD!”
The room broke out in claps as Proctor stood up, shoving Doll off his lap and bowing to his audience.
They all believed he was a God.
But he was an idiot, and so where all they.
FADE TO BLACK.
