Deal.

[cVc™]

Deal.





Harlan County Sheriff’s Department
Harlan County
10:31 a.m.
2/2/2016




The scene opens up inside of the Harlan County Sheriff's Department. A row of people sitting in chairs all wearing handcuffs patiently await to see the sheriff or a judge. They are all sitting in a long hallway just outside of the sheriff's office door.

Chance is still wearing his rhinestone robe. It glitters in the cheap lighting. On either side of him sits three other offenders. The man at the end of the row begins to yell at Crank when the guard leaves the small room briefly.

“Hey Crank!” the man shrieks.

Chance ignores the man with total resolve. The dirty older man continues to alternate between whispering then screaming at cVc. “Chance Von Crank, You Face Me Now! You sold my youngin’s trailer and now her and them kids are homeless!” the man exclaims. Finally cVc looks up from his own handcuffed hands and directly at the dirty old man.

“What do you want, asshole?” Chance asks. The man sits back down in his seat very quickly. He then places his handcuffed hands neatly in his lap. Crank is confused but realizes quickly his own eye contact led to this reaction. “You are my favorite kind of coward, Old Guy. I love it when a bitch can’t hold eye contact with cVc. Shut up before I eat you up then use what’s left to spell “cVc” in this hallway after I shit you out longways.” Crank roasts.

The man looks down at the floor nervously. Chance laughs openly at him. One of the sheriff’s interns walks into the small hallway where they are all chained up. She walks over to Chance then bends down in front of him.

“Chance?” she whispers softly. Crank nods at her then raises up to face her. He wants to feel her warm breath on his face so he leans even closer. She smiles awkwardly at his reaction but continues. “The sheriff had you brought back to Harlan to “work” out a deal. You two can’t work that particular deal out here but if you leave Harlan you will be charged with six felonies. You must meet with the sheriff in two days at the disclosed location.” The woman whispers. She then hands cVc a card with the location written on the back. She retrieves a small key and unlocks Cranks cuffs.

“You cost me so much bad publicity I that I fully expect to be reimbursed for.” Chance exclaims. The woman leans in close to Chance. “The Sheriff saved you from embarrassing Harlan Co. You were about to lose to a lesbian. You better bring that suitcase of money you got from The Coal Company too. The Sheriff told me to promise you those felonies will stick if you leave before you two meet. Be there!” The woman warns.

Chance rubs his wrists after she removes the cuffs. He huffs towards the exit completely furious.





Pentecostal Church of Jesus
2/4/2016
Harlan County, KY
7:32 AM




The small church is hidden deep in the woods in the middle of a small clearing. The old church still has a bell on top and is nearly a hundred years old. Two sheriff's cars are parked out in front of it, next to a small church van. The ground is frozen and white. The daylight has yet to touch down on the field because of the mountains.

The echo of a helicopter can be heard off in the distance. The echo becomes louder the closer the chopper creeps towards the church. A faint helicopter can finally be made out. As it creeps closer it is revealed that the chopper is non other than the Channel 5 Harlan County news helicopter. It comes in for a landing at the church. The pilot is careful with his approach because of the trees surrounding the small clearing. As the pilot lands the helicopter, you can see that “Channel Five” has been sprayed painted over with “cVc” now written down each side of the chopper.

The chopper sits down at the edge of the small parking lot. The noise and wind from the large blades cause everyone inside the church to rush out to investigate. The chopper door swings open as the blades begin to slow after the pilot kills the engine. Chance Von Crank emerges from the back seat of the helicopter. He is wearing one of his italian suits and carrying a briefcase. He jumps down out of the helicopter then quickly ducks low to avoid the big blades. Chance’s long time agent slash lawyer, Joel Stein, is next out of the chopper. The two men head towards the church door while the pilot stays with the helicopter. Two sheriff deputies and the pastor of the church now stand at the doors amazed by Chance’s entrance. cVc and Joel stroll right up to the three men. Chance looks over at the Preacher as they approach.

“How long’s it been, Preacher?” cVc asks.

Preacher Cain looks at Chance with a defiant disposition. Cain turns towards the deputies dismissing Chance completely. “You shouldn’t allow this devil inside my house of God” Preacher Cain exclaims. Chance walks directly into the church after this exchange. Preacher Cain just rolls his eyes as Joel follows close behind Crank, scared to death. Joel has heard of these churches and knows by simply being a Jew, he is not welcome here.

All of the men pile into the church. Joel continues to stay close to cVc. The Preacher tries to stay close to the deputies, due to his healthy fear of Chance Von Crank. cVc looks over at the three men, locking eyes with Preacher Cain.

“So where is the Sheriff? I am here… Where is his majesty?” Chance jokes. The Preacher stands up straight before he answers. “He will be here any minute. I know a church will cause a demon to sweat so by all means burn in hell!” Cain screams.

Chance grins at The Preacher. “I heard you almost lost to a lesbian card player? Well… until the Sheriff saved you.. haha..” The Preacher laughs. Crank turns to face him after the hateful comment. The deputies chuckle at the remark. “I had her right where I wanted her. She couldn’t tie my boot laces only now she knows it now.” cVc exclaims. The Preacher begins to say something again but Crank cuts him off.

“No Preacher… You listen. That lesbian owes me everything. We are moving up the card week in and week out because of cVc. Like an alpha male lion dragging a dead gazelle, I inch Tiffany closer towards the Main Event. She should deepthroat a cVc fat one for all the money I’ve made her in a month’s time.” Crank roasts.

The Preacher nabs a tablet from a nearby table. He is using the area’s 4g connection to use the internet. No internet companies would ever run cable this far up the side of the mountain. He flips through something on the tablet quickly. Preacher Cain turns it towards Crank suddenly. “You will tag with Mikey eXtreme next Slam. You take on that lesbian and a monster named Vengeance.” Cain screams. Crank takes the tablet from the preacher to look the card over. He drops it on the floor then looks up menacingly at the preacher.

“Vengeance is a monster now? So you just have to be tall and a little goofy lookin’ and suddenly you’re a monster now? Has Vengeance ever headlined in Japan like The Shock N’ Rolla? Go ahead, look that up. I’ll wait.” Chance continues sarcastically.

“He believes Mikey eXtreme will be his friend… That’s Precious.“ The Preacher replies coldly. Chance watches as one of the deputies picks up the tablet then brushes it off. He hands it back to Preacher Cain. Crank continues to stare the preacher down.

“I don’t care who wants to be friends with who. I’m going to leap frog eXtreme like I will all the rest. Vengeance dreams he had the marketing deal cVc has. The Shock N’ Rolla isn’t worried about him or the lesbian whore. eXtreme is a meat head that doesn’t know his asshole from a hole in the ground when it comes to the wrestling business. I will show up then show each one of them why cVc is must see tv! I know you got goose pimples all up and down your arms when The Trailer Park Prodigy touched down outside!?!” Chance screams wildly.

The two deputies both nod and agree with Chance’s last statement. Joel begins to wander around the church just behind Crank and the preacher. He notices a big pile of crates in the corner of the church. The preacher continues to stare down cVc. Cain looks directly in Crank’s eyes.

“The wicked never prosper. Don’t you remember the last time you were in this church? You were just five years old, Chance… You just had to handle that yellow bellied rattler, didn’t ya?” The preacher asks.

“The snake bit him then he nearly died. We couldn’t take him to the hospital because the lord will heal you if you are of the chosen few. If you are not you die then go to hell. But you… You lived.” Cain continues.

Chance winces at the image burned into his memory forever. Preacher Cain handing him that rattler continues to flash in and out of his mind. Since that day Chance has had a fear of snakes. The preacher just had to remind Chance of one of the worse days of his entire life.

“You do remember.” Cain whispers at cVc.

Chance turns away from the preacher just in time to see Joel begin to investigate the crates. A blue tarp cover the entire pile with just a few corners exposed at each end of the tarp. Joel yanks the tarp back suddenly, 30 rattlesnakes turn toward him then strike simultaneously! Joel falls back scared out of his mind. The snakes are all in crates with clear fiberglass tops and sides.

Joel scrambles to his feet as the deputies and preacher laugh at him. Chance winces after he eyes the snakes for the first time. The preacher walks towards Joel. He brushes past him quickly to head towards the crates. The preacher opens up one of the crates that is sitting on the very top of the pile. He carefully retrieves a timber rattlesnake from it’s container.

Joel is now hiding behind cVc in fear. The deputies are even on alert with a live rattler out of the box now. The preacher walks towards cVc while holding the rattlesnake. Chance tenses up as he approaches with the serpent.

“You shouldn’t fear something so ingrained in your family’s tradition, Chance. The man who can take up the serpent is capable of truly anything.” Preacher Cain explains. Crank slightly flinches as the preacher draws the snake closer to his face. cVc watches the snake flick its tongue. He looks into it’s black eyes and looks deep for a soul. The snake is void of any soul but has cVc in a trance of sorts now.

Chance reaches up and gently takes the snake from the preacher, shocking everyone inside the church. Joel gasps as Chance plays with the snake. Their eyes locked, Chance and the snake share a dance of sorts. Crank has taken up the serpent a second time in his life after being bite the first time. Chance moves his head left suddenly! He just barely avoids the snake’s strike! cVc catches the snake just behind it’s head with his free left hand. He squeezes it and looks again deep into the serpent's eyes.

“You see, Preacher… This snake just tried to kill me but failed. This fairy tale you weave to take money from poor people may not seem as evil as cVc and it is not. Hypocrisy will be the downfall of the church and I hope I live to see it. This snake is more like me than any of you. He is truly vicious and will kill anything to survive and thrive. Only a demon could truly tame a rattlesnake. Since I don’t fear your Lord or savior, I must be that demon.” cVc exclaims.

The echo of an incoming car can be heard outside as it barrels down the dirt road towards the church. The preacher is mesmerized by Chance’s take on his religion. The group inside the church can hear two distinct doors shut outside. The Sheriff and prosecuting attorney have both arrived. Chance looks at the snake once more. “If I can tame a rattlesnake… I can murder any lesbian or any sort of monster.” Chance assures himself.

The sheriff bursts through the church’s front door. A lady follows close behind him. Sheriff Pete Long and Harlan District Attorney Mallory MetCalf both flinch after noticing cVc is holding a live rattlesnake. The preacher has a table set out on the stage for the two men to work a deal out on. The Preacher gets ten percent of the take here today so he is ever so helpful. Chance and Joel walk towards the stage. The sheriff and district attorney follow close behind the pair. They walk up the steps of the stage and over to the table. Chance sits down on one end of the table and the sheriff takes the opposite end.

“Is this all you will need, gentlemen?” Preacher Cain asks as he takes the rattlesnake from cVc. The sheriff indicates yes as he takes his seat across from cVc. The preacher leaves the stage without even checking to see if Chance nodded or not. Sheriff Long looks across the table at Crank. The two men share a nostalgic staredown before Joel hands cVc the briefcase. The Shock N’ Rolla lays the briefcase flat out on the table. He opens it up to show Sheriff Pete the stacks of 100 dollars bills inside. cVc then slams it shut and spins it back around. He sits it directly beside himself on the floor, next to his chair. He then flashes the sheriff his signature sly grin.

“I want to see paperwork from her office[cVc points at the DA] stating that cVc is innocent of any and all wrongdoing. I must never be charged with any crimes whatsoever in this entire deal.” Chance explains.

The sheriff stands up and then scratches his head. He puts both of his hands down on the table flat then leans forward towards cVc. “How much money is in the case now, Chance?” Sheriff Pete asks. Crank smiles then looks over at Joel. He then looks back at the sheriff.

“I’d say about a hundred thousand, give or take. I had to buy me a chopper to get around in. The rest that I have had time to spend was spent searching for Pixie Paradoxxx.” Chance explains further.

Sheriff Pete leans even closer at cVc. “You are lying about that… I do see that you have the remainder in the case though. You can keep the helicopter. The DA, preacher Cain, myself and these two deputies are going to split the money in that case. Get the paper so he can sign it, Mallory.” Sheriff Pete spews. She complies immediately. Mallory retrieves two papers from her own briefcase. She sits them both down in front of cVc.

“Sign here then date there.” She exclaims. Chance quickly takes her pen and signs his name. He then dates the document. She then points at the other paper, and cVc repeats the exact same process. He finishes signing and dating the second page then looks up at Mallory.

“I get a copy right?” Crank asks. She pulls the sheets apart after signing them herself. She hands cVc two copies of the paperwork. Chance grins wide before he folds and tucks the paperwork into the inside pocket of his suit jacket. Sheriff Pete hovers over cVc.

“You are never allowed to come back to Harlan County, Chance. If I see you for any reason I will arrest on sight then think of a juicy reason later. If your daddy didn’t wear a dress his death would have caused much more of a stir around here. You are now free to go. Don’t you ever forget who owns your ass, Crank. I hope you lose on Slam too, haha.” Pete laughs.

Chance clicks both of the locks on the case. He then stands up and pushes the briefcase over to the laughing sheriff. Chance begins to walk off the stage alongside Joel but he stops suddenly. He then turns slowly and walks back up to the table. He slumps over it, leaning right in on sheriff Pete.

“I can beat any of the three involved in that tag match. I sell mean to earn green. The three of them combined can’t draw like cVc can. They are somewhere right now waiting nervously for my next move. I put asses in seats and deliver each and every night. Seth knows The Trailer Park Prodigy is a genius, where these other three fools simply see a backwoods redneck. I’m such a big deal that a shit kicker sheriff like yourself should get hard just being this close to cVc.” Chance exclaims at Pete.

Crank stands back up and adjusts his suit jacket. He unbuttons another button on the dress shirt to further show off his gold chain. Sheriff Pete grabs hold of the briefcase as Chance turns to walk away. Joel follows close behind. cVc and Joel head towards the front door and push it open quickly. The pilot starts the engine causing the blades to begin to turn. Joel and cVc both crouch low to avoid the blades. They open the chopper door and pile in the backseat of the cVc-copter.

Meanwhile back inside the church… Sheriff Pete struggles with the briefcase locks. He twists and turns them. “Give me your pocket knife.” Pete barks towards one of the deputies.

The deputy quickly turns his knife over to the sheriff. Sheriff Pete opens the knife then sticks the tip into the slot of the lock on the case. He twists the knife quickly and turns it open! Pete quickly slides the case down to get the other lock open. He sticks the knife in the other keyhole, same as before. Click! It snaps open too. Pete quickly opens the case and reaches in for a handful of money. He realizes almost immediately that the four large stacks of cash are actually only four hundred dollars. The real bills are sitting on four piles of cut out's of the upcoming SLAM card! Sheriff Pete turns the table over in a furious rage. He can hear the chopper outside begin to lift off.

“STOP THEM, GODDAMNIT!” Sheriff Pete screams.

He takes off towards the door. The deputies give chase as well. They all three pile out the front door ducking as they go. They get outside just in time to see the cVc-copter takeoff. Chance is holding the two pieces of paper up to the glass for them all to see. The chopper gets high into the air then zooms off in the direction of the next SLAM! The sheriff sighs and takes out his gun. He shoots off three rounds into the parking lot in a fit of anger.



“He got me... That son of a bitch got me. He will get those three too. Watch and see.” Pete sighs.