Post by cVc™ on Jan 30, 2016 18:15:39 GMT -5
1/30/2016
Philadelphia, PA
Hill J E/Freedman Samson Middle School(Parking Lot)
1:46 P.M.
Chance sits in his suv looking at a middle school. cVc slept at a hilton just off the interstate but has drove non stop other than that. He has tracked his long lost sister to this school. She applied for a teaching job here and one of his private investigators claims she’s still here. The last time he saw her she was boney from smoking meth on a foil. This new revelation of her now teaching intrigues Chance to no end.
Chance puts his flannel shirt back on. He leaves it open slightly to advertise his new t-shirt. Crank picks up the action figure to take with. He gets out of the truck then clicks the button on his key to lock it up. cVc walks towards the school with his confidence high. His phone rings but he ignores the call quickly. The Harlan County Sheriff wants to question him about the riot at the trailer park.
“Are you a visitor? Whoa, are you Chance Von Crank?” A security guard at the door asks Chance. cVc nods then grins slightly. “You can come on, the kids won’t believe it!” exclaims the guard. Chance walks through the doors without so much as a pat down. Crank’s phone again rings but this time reads, “Private Eye Dave”. He answers quickly.
“Have you got eyes on her yet?” Chance asks impatiently. The voice on the other end answers immediately, “Yeah I have eyes on her out here in Nevada. We can get her to Philly like we planned with no problem looks like. I am going in to see if I can pull her out of this place.” Dave answers.
Chance stops dead in his tracks. He activates the speakerphone so he can hold it out from his face to speak into it. He barks at the phone sharply, “You get that bitch on a plane headed this way or I’ll ruin you. Do you got it? I want her on a fucking plane twenty minutes ago! GOT IT?”
“Understood” Private Eye Dave indicates. Chance hangs up the phone then slips it in his back pocket. Chance walks down the long hallway, careful to read each name off each door. He eases down the hallway and finally spots, “Miss Bailey” written across a door. He halts abruptly and slips up to the door.
Chance peers through the little window located dead center of the big door. He recognizes his sister immediately sitting at her desk working. The children are all working quietly trying to finish out the school day. Chance knocks on the door and Charlene immediately points her green eyes towards the small window. She turns pale with shock. Charlene begins to shake and opens the drawer of her desk desperately searching for a paper bag to combat her oncoming panic attack. The students take notice of their teacher in distress. Crank turns the doorknob and pushes the door open. The attention swings from Miss Bailey to Chance Von Crank. He slams the door behind him to gain everyone's attention.
“Holy Shit!” exclaims a kid from the back of the class. The eighth graders are all shocked by the sudden appearance of a wrestling superstar. Chance struts across the front of the class. He passes by his sisters big desk while she breaths heavily into a paper bag. “Hello Class. I am The Shock N’ Rolla… and I’m here to Show Ya... “ cVc boasts. He tosses the action figure onto Charlene’s desk.
The kids seem confused by the entire scene unfolding before them. Crank revels in the moment and continues to work this small crowd. “Your teacher over there…” Chance points at Charlene. “She is none other than Charlene Von Crank. The she-bitch version of cVc in the flesh.” he continues. The teenagers all gasp at the revelation. “We have different daddies though, it appears.” Chance finishes. He turns to look at Charlene whose jaw has dropped. The bag trick has not worked and she is a complete mess now.
“My dad says you are going to lose to a lesbian at Fifteen. He bought us tickets just so he could watch you lose in person!” screams a jock from the middle of the class
cVc turns to stare the kid down. Chance charges towards the kid causing Charlene to jump out of her seat with real fright. Crank gets nose to nose with the kid who spoke out of turn to him. “So he bought tickets just to watch cVc lose? See How Good I Am? You tell your dad that his son should have been a back shot. And… he shouldn’t let his big mouth write checks his little ass sure can’t cash.” Chance insults back snarky.
The kids laugh at the insult and the jock just covers his head in shame on his desk. Charlene winces after witnessing this. Chance walks back to the front. He struts back and forth holding the attention of every kid in the class. Charlene prays silently for the bell to ring to end this nightmare.
Two nerdy kids in the back row have their hands raised high into the air. Chance walks towards them slowly. The Ford’s click against the cheap tile floor as he makes his way to the two boys in the back.
Chance walks up to the two holding up their arms. They put their arms down when he gets to them. “What?” he asks. The kid on the left raises up his WCF hoodie to expose Chance’s new t-shirt. The kid has to hide it for fear of being expelled. Chance is a bit shocked by this. “What is your name, kid’s?” he asks both of them. “I am Dylan and he’s TJ.” The boy on the left exclaims
“Why are you fans of The Trailer Park Prodigy?” Chance asks. Dylan answers nervously. “I am the cVc fan, he is a fan of Tiffany White. He just thinks she is hot!”
Chance takes a sharpie off Dylan’s desk and signs his shirt he’s still showing proudly. Crank never takes his eyes off TJ as he signs Dylan’s shirt. cVc notices they are both writing stories on laptops sitting on their desks. “What is this?” Chance asks. “This is e-wrestling. See I use your picture base as my avatar. I am the Chance Von Crank of e-wrestling.” he boasts proudly. Crank rolls his eyes. “What a bunch of nerds. Only losers would do something as lame as pretend they could be me. Lost cause for damned sure. I’m one of a kind.” cVc brags.
“Who does TJ use as an avatar in this turd of a game?” Chance asks Dylan. He hesitates a bit before he answers cVc. “He uses Tiffany White’s photo for a pic base.” Dylan answers. Chance begins to laugh and point at TJ. TJ’s face becomes flushed with shame as cVc lays into him. “You play a girl on the internet? Do you wear your mom's clothes too? What a sissy thing to do. Maybe you think it’s clever but The Shock N’ Rolla is laughing at You. Haha.” Chance laughs.
cVc spins completely around to face his sister. She is standing behind her desk with her arms crossed with a disapproving disposition. Dylan is completely star struck while TJ is tearing up. Crank walks away from the two boys and back towards the front. The bell rings as he approaches his sister's desk. “Make sure you finish the book reports that are due on MONDAY!” she screams at the students. They all file out of the class after the bell.
She begins to cry as she looks up at Chance. He looks down at her with an emotionless cold stare. “What are you doing here, Chance?” she asks nervously. cVc walks around the desk and squats down next to his sister. He takes her hand and looks up at her.
“I need to know if what I said before is true. Are you an actual Von Crank or do you have a different dad than Hank?”
Charlene looks away from Chance as she begins to answer. She is incapable of maintaining eye contact with her brother. “Hank is my dad, mom told me so. You don’t have to worry about Bobby or I disturbing your legacy. I know that’s what you are worried about. You want to be the only one. I get it.” Charlene mutters softly. Chance is shocked that she is aware of his agenda in full.
“Bobby?” Chance asks. Suddenly a little boy wanders into the classroom. Charlene smiles at the child as Crank turns to see the little kid. The kid is wearing glasses but his eyes are still crossed. He appears to be mentally retarded as well. The kid arrived off another bus that brought him to the middle school.
“Bobby!” Charlene gushes. Chance watches as his sister snatches the little boy up. Chance realizes Bobby has to be around five years of age. Charlene holds her son close as she answers Chance. “Mom wanted you to think Hank wasn’t my dad because of this legacy bullshit. This is my son, Bobby. He is your nephew. Hank died the other night at the riot at the trailer park. The media is claiming you started it. You may be arrested on sight at the Wells Fargo Arena.” Charlene warns.
A smile crosses his face briefly due to the news of Hank’s passing. The joy he feels nearly consumes him. Chance also appears impressed by his sister's knowledge of his on goings. “Hank being dead is best. He will be lost to history in a blaze of sissy glory. That boy has crossed eyes that weird me out.” Crank exclaims
Charlene is agitated by the comment. She wrinkles her forehead with disapproval. Chance stands up from his squatting position to face Charlene. A tear streams down each of her cheeks as she continues. “Bobby belongs to Hank.”
Chance jumps back after the comment. He looks completely grossed out. Charlene loses eye contact again due to shame. cVc is in shock at the revelation. “I got lonely Chance, please don’t judge me. As you can see my son is mentally handicapped and could never come for your coveted and useless “Legacy”.
Chance takes another step back. He takes a sharpie out of her drawer. He signs the action figure then leaves it on Charlene’s desk. Bobby tries to nab it but Charlene stops him. She intends to sell the autographed expensive series one doll. He walks towards the classroom exit but stops suddenly. He turns back towards Charlene, whom still appears scared and full of shame.
“I don’t know how you could conceive a child with that he/she monster. I’m glad it turned out retarded. I hope he never gets better, either. I am the only one now. You are scared to death of cVc. My power is global. The shaking and panic attack have shown me that no woman can stomach The Shock N’ Rolla. Not even a sick incest breeder like yourself. I am just too much for one human mind to handle at one time. A woman can’t overcome adversity like a man can. Weakness shows itself in the damndest places. Charlene I hope dad gave you AIDs and you gave it to that little mutant.” Chance exclaims
Chance turns away with a sly grin. Charlene bursts into tears after her brother hits the AIDs nerve she thought she was hiding from him all along. Chance walks out the door knowing the only remaining threat to his legacy is inside of Pixie Paradoxxx. The plan he laid out has worked out beyond his wildest dreams.
Crank walks down the hallway surprising nearly every kid that still lingers in the hallway. Chance notices the jock from his sister’s class headed for the exit. He follows close behind giving chase to the kid that pissed him off before. Chance pushes the door open still just behind the jock. The kid walks over to a man wearing a suit with a huge fake smile. Crank grins then pushes the door all the way open and bounces outside. Charlene watches from her classroom window as her brother approaches the kid and his “dad”. “Cocked Back and F’KN Loaded!” cVc exclaims. The jock and his father turn around suddenly. The kid’s father is in complete shock at the sight of Chance Von Crank.
cVc walks up to the kids dad. He gets right up in his face, nose to nose. The little jock looks up at the two giants in fear for his dad’s well being now. “You told your son that The Trailer Park Prodigy will lose to a lesbian who can’t wrestle? She’s got four moves, none of which can beat yours truly. She’s a one trick carpet-licking pony that is almost out of juice.” cVc roasts. The boys father turns his gaze towards the ground. He is incapable of keeping eye contact with the legend raining truth down upon him. Chance continues to aim his wicked towards his doubter.
“I’m glad that you paid that money to see cVc lose. I will search for you in the crowd after the referee raises my hand. I want to see the sadness consume both your faces the moment you realize I was better. That bitterness you will taste drives me to be the greatest that’s ever lived. It’s why she can’t beat me and why you all pay to see me.” Chance boasts.
Chance brushes shoulders with the boys father as he walks past. The teenager is ashamed of his father. Chance laughs at the encounter as he approaches his SUV. He jumps in and starts the engine. Chance’s phone rings suddenly. It’s the private investigator that’s out in Nevada searching for Pixie.
The scene cuts to Las Vegas just outside of a shady hotel casino. Above the small casino is where Private Eye Dave thinks Pixie may be hiding. Chance picks up the phone after Dave calls.
“Chance! This is Dave… I have Pixie in my sights. She is about to leave the hotel and I am going to intercept her when she tries to enter her awaiting car in the alleyway.” exclaims Private Eye Dave
Chance remains silent on the other end as Dave gets out of his Buick to cross the street. A female emerges from the casino with no security. This surprises Dave that she has no security. He continues towards her as she walks down the alley. The blonde hair and body measurements tell Dave that this is Pixie. He sticks his phone in his pocket with cVc still on the line.
“Pixie!” Dave screams. He reaches out to grab her by the hair of the head suddenly. He gets a hold of her blonde locks but they come off completely! The female turns towards Dave after he pulls off her wig. “I’m not Pixie, ya dummy! She’s probably a thousand miles from here by now! I’m a Pixie Paradoxx cosplay model paid to fool you! See ya, Sucker!”, she screams while fleeing.
Chance hears the entire thing as the scene cuts back to the inside of Chance’s escalade. He is driving towards the Wells Fargo Arena. Dave gets back on the phone to explain himself. “I have been fooled for the last two days, Chance. She said Pixie was a thousand miles away by now. I believe that might put her in Philly? We have been fooled." Chance stops the escalade while listening to his private eye babble on. Chance parks the car out in front of the arena on the street. He can’t believe his eyes... He watches as Pixie Paradoxxx exits a cab then walks through the side doors into the arena. He puts the cadillac in park before he answers Dave.
“No. You have been fooled. It seems she is here after all. You are fired.” Chance stammers
He climbs out of his suv then risks his freedom to give chase. cVc is unaware if he is wanted at this point or wanted for questioning. He walks through the same door Pixie did just moments before. The door swings shut behind him.
