Abandonment (An Arik Holt Roleplay)

Sometime in 2009
Cleveland, Ohio
Unaired Footage

Our scene comes into view and we find a middle-aged woman with brunette hair, washing dishes in a kitchen. The outside door opens and in runs two ten-year old children…one with hair as chestnut as the mother and the other as bald as Mr. Clean.

ANDREW HOLT: MOM! WE GOT OUR REPORT CARDS TODAY!!!

Andrew has a look of excitement on his face, while the bald child looks solemn and sort of frightened.

MRS. HOLT: That’s wonderful!

The woman turns around, removing a pair of rubber gloves she had on her hands for the dishes. She places them on the side of the sink and kneels down in front of her two children. Andrew unzips his book-bag and pulls out a sheet of paper, handing it to her mother. He hands it to her and as she opens it, he zips his book-bag back up.

MRS. HOLT: Math, A. Science, A. Gym, A. Art…B?

ANDREW HOLT: I’m sorry, Mama. I’m just no good at drawing.

MRS. HOLT: I’m disappointed in you, Andrew. This is unacceptable.

With a bit of anger behind it, Mrs. Holt shoves the report card into Andrew’s chest…causing the little boy to stumble backwards a few steps. The look of anger on Mrs. Holt’s face melts away to a smile of pure adoration.

MRS. HOLT: Now what about Mommy’s favorite child?

Arik, who already pulled his report card out, hands it to her.

MRS. HOLT: Math, D. Science, C. Gym, F. Art, C.

The mother slowly lifts her gaze from the report card to Arik, who is staring at the floor. The fear can easily be seen in his body movement as he folds his arms in front of himself and slightly rocks back and forth.

MRS. HOLT: Arik, dear. This is WONDERFUL. You got two C’s and only failed Gym! Who needs that silly Gym class anyway!

Andrew stands next to them, his jaw slightly dropping in amazement.

MRS. HOLT: I’ll tell you what, Arik. I’m going to go change and you think of someplace you want to go out to eat! We can celebrate!

ANDREW HOLT: Do I get to choose too, Mama?

The look of disgust returns as Mrs. Holt turns to look at Andrew.

MRS. HOLT: You don’t deserve it! You are a straight A student…and you got a B in Art Class?

ANDREW HOLT: But Arik didn’t even get anything above a C and you are rewarding HIM for it?

Tears begin to well up in the confused child’s eyes.

MRS. HOLT: Your brother has hardships, okay? He can’t help his issues, you know that. He is special! And with grades like yours, you never will be.

ANDREW HOLT: Do I at least get to go out to eat too?

MRS. HOLT: No. But I will tell you what you get to do.

Mrs. Holt stands to her feet and reaches over to the sink, grabbing her rubber gloves. She turns and tosses them at Andrew, who is too slow in grabbing the toss and they fall to the ground.

MRS. HOLT: You get to clean every dish in this house.

ANDREW HOLT: THAT’S NOT FAIR!!!

MRS. HOLT: Well life ISN’T fair, Drew. Do you think I wanted to be stuck with one special needs child like Arik, and a horrible child like you? Can’t even get straight A’s.

The tears begin to pour down Andrew’s cheeks.

MRS. HOLT: Now if we get home and there is even ONE dish with a speck of dirt on it…I will tan your backside so hard that you won’t be able to sit for a week. Do you understand me?

ANDREW HOLT: Yes, Mama.

Mrs. Holt turns her attention back to Arik, who is now smiling.

MRS. HOLT: Don’t worry, Arik. Mommy will take good care of you. I would never let anyone hurt my little guy.

Mrs. Holt walked out of the room while a tear-stained face Andrew slipped on the rubber gloves, his gaze stuck on Arik.

ANDREW HOLT: You know you can talk at any time, right Arik?

Arik slowly turns and looks at Andrew, a dumb smile spreading from ear to ear.

MRS. HOLT: Arik, honey? Are you coming to get ready?

And with that, Arik turns and leaves the kitchen. Andrew stands there, seething as he makes sure the gloves are on correctly.




Sometime in 2015
Cleveland, Ohio
Unaired Footage

Fast forward and we now see Arik Holt sitting with a few other kids, all of them either sixteen or older. Surrounded by woods, they all are sitting on fallen trees that have been moved to form around a small campfire area. The flames lick up towards the sky, bringing a bit of warmth to the chill fall evening.

AARON: Man, you should have seen her. Fat ass, big tits, and she wanted this D.

SHAWN: Fuck you, man. You didn’t giv’ her no D. She ain’t want nothin’ to do with your dirty ass.

STEVE: That bish see him commin’ and bounce the FUCK up outta there.

Beer cans litter the ground around them, along with two empty cases of Miller Lite that used to house all those cans. Arik laughs at the continued roasting of Aaron, his eyes bloodshot from the alcohol and the unseen previous passing around of a medicinal herb. Shawn grabs one of the empty cases and shakes it.

SHAWN: Man, we all out.

AARON: Maaaaaan!

STEVE: Arik…it’s your turn.

Steve slaps Arik in the chest with the back of his hand.

STEVE: Go buy us some more beer.

Arik stands to his feet and wobbles a little bit, almost tripping over the log he was sitting on. He fishes in his pocket and pulls out his keys , walking through the forest and eventually making it back to his car. With a roar, the red Twenty-ten Toyota Corolla roars to life. He pulls out his flip phone to check for any messages, only to find one from Andrew that reads ‘Hey dickhead, where’d you take my car this time?’. Arik smirks as pulls out of his parking spot. Our scene slowly transitions to hours later at the Holt household in the Southside of Cleveland. Mr. and Mrs. Holt are both sitting in the living room watching television, when there is a knock at the door. Mr. Holt, a tall man white white hair and a white beard, gets up out of his chair and walks to the front door. With a confused look on his face, he opens the door to see two Cleveland Police officers standing there.

OFFICER BLUE: Sir, are you the owner of that red Toyota Corolla sitting in your driveway?

Officer Brown points to the red Corolla, that has a headline dangling from it and is partially crushed on the driver’s side.

MR. HOLT: No, Officer. That’s my-

Mr. Holt stops talking as he follows the Officer’s pointing and sees the damage on the car. He quickly leans back into the house, turning his head slightly.

MR. HOLT: ANDREW!!! GET THE FUCK DOWN HERE! NOW!!!

After a few moments, Andrew comes gingerly down the stairs.

ANDREW HOLT: What’s up, Da-

Before Andrew could finish, he sees the police standing at the door.

MR. HOLT: What the fuck did you do to your car?

ANDREW HOLT: Nothing, I’ve been here all night.

MR. HOLT: Then how come we haven’t seen you?

ANDREW HOLT: I’ve been studying for S.A.T.s.

OFFICER BLUE: Sir, this car has been identified as being involved in a fatal hit and run, earlier tonight. Young man, were you driving this vehicle earlier?

ANDREW HOLT: No, sir.

OFFICER BLUE: Do you know of anyone else who would have used your vehicle?

ANDREW HOLT: My brother Arik was out with his friends earlier tonight. He took it.

MR. HOLT: Bullshit! Arik has been with us all night.

OFFICER BLUE: Sir, can we talk to Arik?

MR. HOLT: I’m sorry, Officers. He wasn’t feeling good and went to bed a little bit ago. But I can assure you that Arik has been with us ALL night. As for Andrew? This is the first time I’ve seen him this evening.

ANDREW HOLT: BECAUSE I WAS STUDYING!!!

The second Officer steps into the house, his handcuffs drawn.

OFFICER GREEN: Andrew Holt, you are under arrest for-

The officer turns Andrew around and at that point, it was as if the whole world went quiet for him. He watched as the anger rose in his father’s face. He watched as his mother looked on from the living room, disapprovingly. It was at this moment he knew, he was all alone.




February 12th, 2021
St. Paul, MN
Aired Footage

ARIK HOLT: There was a time when Elena DeDraca and I had an unspoken alignment.

Our scene comes into view as we see Arik Holt sitting in a study room. Bookshelves behind him are full to the brim with books of all types, while Holt sits in a nice armchair. Next to him is a small end table that has a decanter full of a brown liquid and some small glasses. One has already been poured into and is currently resting in Arik’s hand.

ARIK HOLT: Then she lost her Legacy Championship and went on her little hiatus. So what is a guy to do when the strongest wrestler in the land loses and runs off with her tail between her legs? He goes out and recruits the man who beat her.

Arik smirks.

ARIK HOLT: So Elena comes back, sees I now have Syndicate on my side…and suddenly this unspoken alignment is gone and she has a grudge against me? Why? Because I was smart and hedged my bets on the Legacy Champion at the time? Because I hedged my bets and recruited the eventual Purge winner to stand beside me in True Society? I mean, Elena…if you were that jealous fo Syndicate getting a spot before you, you knew the invitation was there.

He takes a sip of his drink.

ARIK HOLT: But no. You wanted to continue to be antisocial and keep up this bitchy persona…sticking to the Fist of Hydra and the whole gaggle of girlies. But I’m the bad guy, right? I’m the most horrible person to ever plaster my face across your Project: Honor screen, right? Then so be it.

A wink at the screen and Arik takes another sip.

ARIK HOLT: I will gladly take the moniker, if it makes you feel better about yourself. I will gladly take that label if it makes you feel like some kind of heroine. Because honestly, dear, you are starting to remind me of a former Proving Ground member that you know so dearly. You run through the competition with your nose high and slightly to the right. You make an unprecedented title run that shocks the world. Then suddenly, your world comes crumbling down and you suddenly want to feel bad about yourself. No one gives you credit. No one thinks you can do it. Everyone doubts you.

Leaning forward in his chair, Arik leans slightly to the right in his chair.

ARIK HOLT: The rest of the wrestlers in Project: Honor have caught up to you, Elena. And with you not being the cream of the crop, you are starting to cry foul and you are just a few pictures-of-your-tongue-hanging-out short of…well…of becoming Dickie Watson.

A look of shock appears on his face as he sits up right in his chair.

ARIK HOLT: Oh, did I just say that? Did I just compare you to your brother? I know you two had somewhat of a public falling out and I was on your side through the whole thing. But now? Now you have become just as big a hypocrite as he ever was!

A pause and a cross off the legs.

ARIK HOLT: You want to be this badass, mysterious woman, who has no qualms about destroying people who wrong you or anyone who looks at you cross-eyed. But then when someone complains about their cupcakes being wrong, I’m sure you are the first to apologize for the inconvenience and offer them a complimentary dozen. You’re not scary. The moment you get out of sight of the front of the camera, you take off that Elena mask and slip on your cute and cuddly mask. You slip on that little Betty Crocker mask and begin batting your eyelashes. I’ve seen it Elena. Or did you forget that I was always there when the camera’s turned off? I was always there to help to try to brighten your mood when feelings got you down. I was ALWAYS there to help you in your time of need.

Arik’s smirk and joyous look is slowly fading to that of anger and resentment.

ARIK HOLT: But now I’m the bad guy because I wanted to build a better world. Now I’m the bad guy because I was tired of being one of the ignored and watching others get ignored. I WAS SICK AND TIRED OF WATCHING TALENT GO TO WASTE…while watching society’s ‘normal’ people get lifted up and shown off like just another run-of-the-mill diamond.

Taking a deep breath and trying to calm himself down, Arik places his glass on the table next to him.

ARIK HOLT: I’m the bad guy, even though you are the one who has decided to leave Fallout for Proving Ground, struck of a deal with that idiot Adam, and I’m sure are trying to get ready to prepare to take off my head…despite me being your biggest supporter since the moment I got here. But it’s okay, Elena. I’ve always been used to taking the blame. All my life. I’ll take the blame for your losing streak. I’ll take the blame for you running scared to Proving Ground. And I’ll take the blame of being the ‘bad person’ when everything is said and done at The Crowning. Because even when the dust settles and they start cleaning up the blood, I want you to remember one thing, Elena…and one thing only.

Arik stands up and brushes himself off, straightening out his gray suit jacket and slacks. He looks up at the camera and nods slightly.

ARIK HOLT: I still believe in you.

A shrug of the shoulders before he turns and walks off, off camera.




February 13th, 2021
Somewhere in the United States
Unaired Footage

Andrew Holt can be seen sitting at his laptop. Multiple sites are tabbed and up, ranging from chocolates, to flowers, to other gifts sites.

ANDREW HOLT: Okay, Andrew. This is your moment to shine. Savannah is on your side. She has already agreed to marry you…even if the tweet felt rushed and sorta comedic. Now is your time to show her just how good of a partner you can be. You can remember special times. You can remember special events. Shower her with affection…and gifts!

PING!

Andrew stops what he is doing and grabs his cell phone off the top of the desk he is working at. He hits the power button to see it reads ‘New Tweet from Savannah Sunshine’. A large smile creeps across Andrew’s face.

ANDREW HOLT: Oh, wonderful! Let’s see if she posted about me.

He opens the screen to see a picture of Justin Cage, commenting on a Sunday thirst picture of Savannah. He reads Sav’s reply of ‘I’ll take that as a compliment’.

ANDREW HOLT: Who the fuck is Justin Cage?

Andrew begins scrolling through Sav’s posts.

ANDREW HOLT: February twelfth: “Being home in Philly for the past couple of weeks has been amazing. I’ve enjoyed time with my family. Now, to hangout with some old friends and go for a run.”

Andrew is taken back a bit.

ANDREW HOLT: She told me she was busy preparing for her upcoming matches.

He continues scrolling…and scrolling…and scrolling.

ANDREW HOLT: You know, when she and Jason were together…every other post was about them being in love. Every other post was about them hanging out. Yet…she joined True Society and gets close to me...and nothing. I don’t see ANYTHI-

The fire can be seen in Andrew’s eyes.

ANDREW HOLT: She certainly has enough time to bicker with these Cage boys. She sure has enough time to flirt with all these female wrestlers. SHE SURE HAS THE ABILITY TO POST ABOUT PICK-UP LINES!!!

Andrew looks over at the cart with over a thousand dollars of merchandise he was going to shower onto Savannah for Valentines Day. Without a word, he reaches over and slowly closes the laptop. Then in a fit of anger, he jumps to his feet…grabbing the laptop and SMASHING it against the wall.

ANDREW HOLT: All…she does…is play with my heart. ALL…SHE DOES…IS TREAT ME LIKE I”M A TOY THERE FOR HER AMUSEMENT!!! I’m tired of it…

Andrew reaches down and opens the drawer to his desk. He quickly reaches into the drawer and pulls out a small pistol.

ANDREW HOLT: I’m so fucking tired of it. But...we can solve this. I…I know she really does care. I know she just has to understand I’m not kidding when I asked her to marry me.

He puts his phone down and reaches in with his empty hand, pulling out the ring box he has had for quite some time and placing it on the desk in front of him.

ANDREW HOLT: She will love me…I know she will…even if I have to make her…