You Were Saying?

The scene switches to outside the MGM Grand as Vickie Hall stands underneath a parking lot light, half covered in chocolate from a severely traumatic incident a little while ago. Her eyes are glazed over, clearly she has been crying for some time but finally seems to be getting over the worst of it. Beside her, of course, her ever loving ALP, Jonathan-Christopher. He caresses her back softly as the two of them stand aimlessly, in what looks to be the PRIME talent parking lot.

Vickie Hall: I hate this place.

Pretty Pink says with such hate and conviction. Her heart has clearly been broken, relegated to watching lower tier talent wrestle while her Forever Man stands on the sidelines.

Vickie Hall: I can’t believe our journey is over, baby.

Vickie leans forward and starts brushing more crusted chocolate off her hot pink leggings.

Vickie Hall: Oh, Jonathan-Christopher, what are we to do?

She says this out loud, as if her vibrant tiger is able to come up with an answer. He doesn’t say much, if anything. Instead, he simply keeps rubbing his woman’s glorious back.

Vickie turns to the MGM Grand. She takes a deep breath, letting in its aura. A face of pure disgust follows.

Vickie Hall: Yep. Hate this place.

Her miserable demeanor on full display, a far cry from a month ago when the Hall’s first signed PRIME contracts.

While Jonathan-Christopher continues to run his palms across his ALP’s back, he pops his head upright. He looks towards her and although he was crying earlier in the night (and hasn’t been able to stop for weeks) it seems as though he’s the more secure one right now.

Jonathan-Christopher Hall: Baby…

Jonathan-Christopher begins. She instantly takes notice and turns around to face him.

Jonathan-Christopher Hall: Earlier, you said you had an idea…??? 

Now, Jonathan-Christopher’s voice trails. It’s all the information he could provide because, of course, he doesn’t know what the idea was. Meanwhile, Vickie gives herself another moment. She takes a zen breath in and then out. She closes her eyes, another tear dripping from her eyelids as she does. Then, finally, she wraps her arms around her ever loving spouse.

Vickie Hall: Oh Jonathan-Christopher, I do! Thank heavens, you reminded me!

Jonathan-Christopher blushes.

Jonathan-Christopher Hall: That’s what I’m here for, baby.

Vickie’s lost in his eyes.

Vickie Hall: I can’t believe it almost slipped my mind!

She pauses. She lowers her head. At first, anxiety fills Jonathan-Christopher. He’s worried he may have provided negative body language. He wonders if he set her off, as he likely has in the past. He’s about to apologize when Vickie lifts her head…

Along with a mischievous smile. Signifying it wasn’t him at all.

Vickie Hall: Let’s get out of here, baby. I know exactly what we need to do…

The two walk down the parking lot, hand-in-hand.

Cut to commercial.