Post by cVc™ on Jan 8, 2016 19:11:11 GMT -5
Straight Outta Harlan(Uncut)
NC-17
Harlan County, Kentucky
Crank’s Trailer Park
5:31 P.M.
The scene opens up in Harlan County, Kentucky. Just outside of the Harlan city limits is where we begin. Crank’s Trailer Park is currently the largest mobile home park in the tri-cities. Long rows of trailers stretch for almost a mile. The owner is the famous hometown wrestler, Chance Von Crank. In the middle of the park sits cVc’s double wide. In the backyard sits Pixie Paradoxx. She has her head laying on her arm while slouching on a picnic table. She is holding a huge buck knife in her right hand, digging into the tabletop with it. She is carving something. A shed just out from the table has both doors open.
“We are almost ready, bitch. Get the tape ready!”
The deep raspy voice comes from the shed. Pixie continues to carve on the table in a daze. She has a rubber Ronald Reagan mask hanging off the back of her head. She uses random masks to hide her face when she feels insecure.The past year has been a rough one for Miss Paradoxx. She had a modeling career and clothing design gig before meeting Crank. When money got tight six months ago, he talked her into dabbling in amatuer porn. It destroyed both of her other career endeavors.
Noises continue to come from the shed. Neighbors from adjacent trailers are all outside in their backyards also. Odd for this time of year. Pixie continues to scratch at the table top with the huge knife. She recalls losing both careers then the abortion two months ago. A single tear rolls down her cheek as her mind wanders back. “That’s not what whore’s are for!”, Chance exclaimed at her after Pixie told him she was with child. Depression has over taken her since the procedure. The noise of the vacuum the Doctor used to suck the life from her womb continues to haunt her. She hears the noise nearly every second of every day.
“GET THE GODDAMN TAPE READY!”
“Okay”, she softly replies. The voice now sounds irate coming from the shed. Pixie sits up and begins working on a very old vhs tape camcorder located beside her on the table. She checks the tape inside marked, “Masters of The Universe”. She sighs with disapproval. Losing Dolph Lundgren playing He-man doesn’t sit well with her but Chance needs the tape. She shuts the side and sits the camera back down. Pixie has two hickies on her neck and a busted lip. The sexual encounter with Crank the night before got rough. It has to for her now. The lingering pain the next day is the only way she can feel something real now. It’s a vital part of her existence. Chance has broke her. He has killed any and all the idea’s planted in her head at the hippie commune where she grew up. Pixie now has unwavering true devotion to cVc.
“Alright, we are ready!”. Pixie screams towards the shed.
Chance walks out of the shed rolling a tall steel barrel. He rolls it out of the shed and lines it up directly in front of the picnic table before sitting it upright. Chance is dressed casual with his mullet slicked back using different hair oils. He notices the neighbors in the adjacent backyards. They all seem to be digging holes to bury their guns. “Obama won’t get our guns, cVc!”, one neighbor screams towards Crank immediately confirming his suspicions.
Chance shakes his head then nods at Pixie. She nabs up the old camera then follows him into the shed. Inside is every wrestling award cVc has ever won. Many awards cover three walls including title belts, trophies and plaques. Achievements from many major wrestling promotions all over the world. Pixie films Chance as he begins snatching them off the wall. cVc takes a huge arm full towards the barrel sitting outside. He dumps them in then turns to head back in the shed. He repeats this process. This takes several trips due to so many awards. cVc however finally fills the barrel to the brim. Crank turns towards Pixie.
“Hand me that hill liquor, Pix.”
Pixie snatches the jar of liquor and immediately takes it to Chance. She then rushes back to her seat at the picnic table. She clicks [Record] once again as Crank takes center stage in front of her, next to the barrel. The orange sunset behind Pixie bounces off the white mobile home just behind Crank to create beautiful lighting. Crank takes a shot of the moonshine from the jar, then begins dousing his awards and achievements inside the barrel. He breaks the jar on the side of his double wide then turns back towards the camera.
“Allow me to introduce myself, Wrestling Championship Federation… I’m the Shock N’ Rolla.. Here 2 Show Ya... COCKED BACK AND FUCKIN’ LOADED! CHANCE! VON! CRANK! The Trailer Park Prodigy comes to you via gritty VHS tape.”
Crank walks around the barrel staring the contents down with real resolve. The strong smell of alcohol lingers. Crank grins slightly as he stops and slowly eye fucks the camera before he continues.
“All these awards mean jack in the here and now. Look at this full barrell and remember that bitter taste. I don’t even have to work with the royalties I get from my own merchandising. I do this because nothing gets me hard like inflicting pain. I could suck my own dick all day but I digress.”
Chance lights a match as Pixie continues to hold the camera completely still and on Crank at all times. He continues.
“I have many opponents in my first match in WCF. They range from crazy to pathetic. Tiffany White, you interest me the most out of them all. A lesbian militant who hates men who beat on women? I’ll enjoy choking you the most. I want to black both your eyes so you must face the truth in the mirror for days. The truth that a man was better. He always was you just couldn’t admit it. I want you to feel like a victim again. Something painful made you this way. I will exploit that. cVc will take all that confidence you have built and shatter it with my own brand of brutal violence. Little girls with daddy issues are always the easiest to break.”
Pixie sits the camera down knowing every word he speaks is true. She pulls her rubber Ronald Reagan mask back down over her head then continues filming. Pixie continues to scratch with the knife also when able. Chance drops the match after it burns up. He strikes another one off the side of the barrel.
“Then we have a bad yelp reviewer? Didn’t I just see this on South Park? Get original, man. Let me “deconstruct” you a tad. You will leave a shit smear on this company that won’t wipe out so easy. You mock my craft and will pay for it. I will eat you alive then shit you out in neat little piles all around the ring so that dike will trip in a pile of You.
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Chance holds up both hands then extends two fingers on each hand to quote.
“cVc sure said shit a lot”. Yeah it’s the only way I can explain you. I googled Asshole Ronson and it came back with zero results. You suck. I encourage Asshole to google Chance Von Crank so he can get a clear picture of just why it is he does not matter. I refuse to take you serious because you don’t take you serious. I believe you’ll turn bitch quick when the real “shit” gets thick.”
Another match burns out as Chance looks in the barrel once more. He lights another as it has now become dark in the backyard.
“Brao Kitt. What can I say? You hear voices and use to be a model. I’ve tried for hours now to give a single fuck about you. Harsh. You couldn’t draw like cVc even if you had a pencil six feet tall. I will put asses in all those seats. Someone like you will benefit from a Chance Von Crank. I make this company worth more money and that means you make more money. You can hear voices all you like but if I break your fucking jaw in two places, how will you answer them? You won’t.”
Pixie watches on as Chance drops the third match to burn out in his hand. He lights another quickly and drops it into the barrel. The fire ignites the shine causing a huge fireball to fly up into the air. Pixie is shocked that he actually did it. He just set fire to every symbol of past glory he owns. Chance smiles as the bright fire illuminates the entire backyard. Crank stands in front of the barrel as it burns while Pixie continues to film.
“That brings me to you, Jordan Wolfram. You already spoke ill of the Shock N’ Rolla. Big mistake.”
Chance stands out from the barrel as fire shoots out of it in every direction behind him. The glow exposes his stone face and the true blackness of his eyes, void of any soul.
“Jordan.. You are the most pathetic of them all. I been throwing darts at your picture on the wall all day and you are fishing? Idiot. You think all those achievements you spoke of mean anything to me? Try Harder. It’s your relationship with God that interests me.”
Pixie pulls her Reagan mask off her face and allows it take hang off the back of her head once again. She watches Chance motion for a book sitting on the grill just out from her. She snatches it quickly and tosses it over to him. The film keeps rolling.
“This is the book you speak so highly of. A book of make believe stories for the weak to use to push on? Pathetic.”
Chance begins ripping the pages from the Holy Bible. Chance never looks away from the camera nor blinks while ripping the pages out. He tosses them into the fire stoking it further.
“You think I care about this book? I don’t. It’s like Narnia or any other work of fiction but the weak sheep all hold it up high like a shield. I double dare you to hold it up at cVc. God is only a figment of your imagination but Chance Von Crank is all too real.”
Chance rips revelations out of the bible then unbuttons his jeans. He sticks his hand and scripture down the back of his pants. Crank then wipes his ass with the pages from the holy book. The Harlan County Devil brings it back out to the light. cVc holds it up to the camera exposing the brown streak that’s now down the middle of the holy text. Pixie nearly drops the camera from shock. Chance then openly mocks the Holy Spirit.
“The only God you will find in that ring will be Chance Von Crank. The only GodBook that will matter is the one I end the match with. Mommy didn’t love you? Boo-Hoo. Cry some more bitch. Hitting both knees for an invisible man is about the gayest shit ever to cVc. Pray to that phony all you like. He will never answer because even fucking God won’t cross the Trailer Park Prodigy.”
Pixie’s carving on the table top becomes visible from the fire in the barrel. The fire illuminates her checklist…
Asshole
Kitt
Jordan
God
Pixie Paradoxx.
