Post by cVc™ on Feb 26, 2016 4:05:14 GMT -5
The lights are bright. The American Airlines arena is filled to capacity to watch WCF TIMEBOMB. The crowd swells to the brim with excitement as a steel catch match happens before them all. Chance Von Crank and Tiffany White are in the middle of the ring surrounded by a steel cage. Both are down and breathing heavily after enduring one of the craziest cage matches in history. Pixie Paradoxxx stands next to the cage door awaiting one of them to move. She cheers for White to get up as does most of the front row. “cVc” chants are mixed throughout which even shocks the commentators.
Gravedigger: These two have put it all on the line here tonight.
Zach Davis: Who could cheer for Chance Von Crank? There’s a good chance he is the actual Devil.
Freddy Whoa: Crank is stirring! He is still bleeding as is White.
Crank shakes his head in attempt to remove blood from his face. cVc’s eyesight continues to suffer because of all the blood that now covers his face. He begins to slowly crawl towards the door. The crowd is losing it as White also comes to. Chance has a lead on the slow crawl but just slightly. He continues to crawl desperately for the door. He reaches the ropes then pulls himself up to the cage door. Pixie opens it up.
Freddy Whoa: Chance is going to win this match!
Pixie opens the door wide to make room for cVc to escape. She grins slightly then slams the door nailing Chance across the face. The shot sends him back into the ring but still close to the door. Tiffany climbs over top of him then tumbles out the door and onto the outside floor. The bell rings as the crowd loses it. Pixie helps her up off the ground then raises her arm high into the air.
Gravedigger: White has done it! She will move onto the Trilogy Cup!
cVc falls out of the door as Pixie and White begin to creep up the ramp. Fans scream at cVc and mock him as he sits on the floor. He puts his head up against the ring as the people continue to scream at him.
Drunk Fan: You lost to a lesbian!? I’ll CUT IT OFF!
This comment shakes Crank to his very core. He looks around for the fan who hurled the threat. Every fan in the front row suddenly has his grandmother's head. They all scream at cVc with her cold sharp tone and voice. Crank puts both hands up to cover each ear.
Crowd: I’LL CUT IT OFF! I’LL CUT IT OFF!
Every fan in the arena now screams at cVc in unison. They all have his dead grandmother's head now as he attempts in vain to hide in complete shame.
Crowd: You CAN’T EVEN BEAT A QUEER! YOU CAN’T EVEN BEAT A QUEER!
Chance awakens suddenly from his slumber. The nightmare quickly shocks him back to life. He raises up in his bed then shakes his head. The dream has shaken him.
2/21/2016
cVc Charlotte Condo
3:00 AM
Chance continues to gather his bearings after the terrible nightmare. cVc had to leave Harlan County after he fooled the sheriff. Now he resides in Charlotte in a condo he just purchased. He sits on up in the bed to further rub the sleep from his eyes. Darkness continues to consume the entire condo this early hour of the morning.
“I won’t let those bitches get me. Oh No. “ Chance suddenly exclaims to himself. He is responding of course to the dream he just experienced. He twirls slightly in the bed to position his feet at the floor. cVc then leaps out of bed and stumbles towards his bathroom. Chance claps both hands to turn the lights on in his bedroom then flips the switch as he enters the bathroom.
Crank stands in front of the mirror. He twists the cold knob on the sink. cVc holds both hands underneath the cold stream to gather water. A chill runs the length of his spine after he dashes his face with the cold water. Chance looks in the mirror and searches the lines in his own face. He looks deep into his own black eyes for a soul. cVc stares into the mirror for a minute without blinking continuing his search for a soul. Chance’s signature sly grin crosses his face as he realizes he is void of any soul or conscience.
Chance begins to work himself up by thinking about the wild weekend headed his way.
“You will beat her.” Chance assures himself in the mirror. Chance swings around then bursts out the bathroom door. A look of real determination crosses his face. He nabs his signature rhinestone robe off a hook on his bedroom door. He then slips on the tights he had special made just for TimeBomb. cVc pulls his robe on then winks at his reflection in the bedroom mirror.
“Fuck Waiting. This happens now.” Chance exclaims before heading out of his bedroom. He walks down a long hallway heading toward the stairs. cVc takes the stairs then heads for the ground level of his large new condo. After he locates his new wrestling boots he laces them up. Chance heads for a door close to the kitchen. The door leads to a small basement studio.
Crank flips the light switch as he reaches the bottom step. The light illuminates the Chance Von Crank War Room. The room is littered with cVc merchandise new and old. A few weights lean against the far wall. He works out while staring at a picture of Tiffany White that is plastered on the wall. A small coffee table sits out from that. A pocket pussy is stuck to the top of it. Chance notices it immediately then sighs, “I got to get my Pixie whore back.”
Chance notices an “In Touch Weekly” magazine out from the sticky semen filled pocket pussy. He picks it up and suddenly gets an idea. The magazine his maid left causes a light bulb to go off above his head. Chance walks across his small promo studio towards two cabinets located against the wall across from the weights. He opens the door and snatches a pair of scissors and stick glue.
Crank then walks back towards the table, tossing the items he gathered all across the top of it. cVc notices Casey Anthony is across the front of the magazine claiming to be a pregnant again. Chance picks the magazine up and begins to speak to Casey directly on the cover. “I’m gonna kill my baby too, bitch. Legally.” Chance proclaims at the magazine cover.
Chance sits it back on the coffee table then heads for his camera equipment. The studio is completely equipped to promo anytime to stream straight to the cVc YouTube Channel. His mind continues to race still unable to sleep. Motivated by his pure hatred for White he decides it’s time to explain live why she can’t defeat the Shock N’ Rolla.
A huge wall where the camera’s are all pointing is covered with Tiffany White photos along with thousands of notes surrounding them. The big wall is covered with the most comprehensive notes Chance has ever taken on any opponent ever. This relentless passion to succeed at any cost has pushed him up the WCF ladder. Two small presentation boards are sitting up on tripods that are covered up. A much larger one sits directly in the middle of those two. Chance lines all the camera’s up then turns them on. The lights for the small promo set flicker to life. He quickly gets the three items from the coffee table to sit them on a small work table that is positioned right of the small set. He begins to whittle on the magazine pages using the scissors. A notebook is also on the small work station so he nabs it to help with whatever it is he is doing.
The studio comes to life as all the lights flicker on and the camera begins to film. Chance stands before the cameras holding a small remote. The wifi indicator on the remote tells cVc he is ready to go live, full stream. Chance continues to whittle on the magazine in between getting the set ready. He presses “Live” on the remote to send him live via youtube worldwide.
cVc stands off to the side just out of the wide shot. He adjusts his robe and makes sure he is camera ready in a small mirror on the far wall. Crank then struts into the shot. The bright lights pointing at him causes the rhinestone robe to glitter and sparkle.
Chance positions himself directly in front of the three covered up tripods. He turns slowly towards the camera.
“Here we are. In the dead of night I find myself compelled to use this studio for the first time.” Chance exclaims.
Crank turns away from the cameras to look at the huge wall of White pictures and cVc notes. The homework he has put in is on full display for the whole world to see. He continues with his back turned.
“This is my wall of bitch. I have studied every move in your arsenal and I think I could beat you anytime, any place, anywhere. Our first match together you won. You pinned a random yelp reviewer that hasn’t been heard of since. That guy had no business in my ring to begin with.”
Chance Von Crank slowly turns back towards the camera. A sly grin crosses his face as he leans in close to the camera’s.
“Then White vs. cVc captivated at Fifteen. The Shock N’ Rolla was just about to kick out then quickly GodBook Tiffany White but… He was taken away in handcuffs before that could happen. My guess is the higher brass wanted to make sure the new girl wasn’t raped live on PPV.”
cVc begins to strut back in forth along the wide shot. The numbers of viewers grow online to watch Chance Von Crank live.
“After that “draw” it’s been all cVc hasn’t it, Tiff? I pinned Vengeance to beat you both. You lost that match because I’m better. Then I positioned you and others to the outside of the ring last week so Beavers could pick up the win. My team won and yours lost. Because cVc is better. You are weak and I got it all ready here to show you just why. My unorthodox style is too much for you to handle so I’m going old school so you can try to keep up.” Chance roasts the continues.
“You may have got me with that chair and stole my whore but as of right now, I’m winning. Wait till you see my next trick. I’ll change the wrestling the business the next time you see The Shock N' Rolla live. That’s for next time. This is now and I have your demise all laid out here for ya in my cVc cave.”
Crank turns back away from the camera and approaches the smaller tripod, left of the bigger one in the center. He pulls the cover off of it exposing it for the first time.
White’s Weaknesses
1. Being Female
2. Smaller
3. Shitty Gimmick
4. Losing Streak/Downward Spiral since Fifteen
5. Inconsistency
6. Fuck Tiffany White
Chance moves to the side so the presentation board can be seen clearly by all the cameras. cVc rubs the back of his head while grinning ear to ear. He then steps back in the shot muttering yikes due to the presentation board content.
“I have watched every match you were in very closely. I watched Atreyu beat you in the ring, one two three. cVc watched that one the closest. You have been on a downward spiral since Fifteen. Deep down inside of you is a hatred that burns so hot it has completely consumed you. I caused all of that, Tiffany. I have manipulated this entire situation to end up where we are right now. Every move you have made besides the chair incident was calculated and foreseen by yours truly.” Chance continues.
“This list represents how I see You. This list tells the real tale, one you can’t run from or call bullshit on. Tiffany… face it. I am everything you are not. I sell anything they can fit my three initials on. I am leading a movement in professional wrestling. I do unspeakable things and people can’t get enough of it. If I am the most hated person in sports then how do I sell so much shit?” Chance asks.
cVc stuts back across the shot. He looks towards the other small covered presentation board but stops just short of it. He turns slowly towards the cameras.
“I am sick of hearing your story, Tiffany. cVc doesn’t care how tough you had it. Chance Von Crank doesn’t give a fuck about anything you have to say. All I want to do is finish this in that steel structure. I want to paint the mat with your blood and leave children in the crowd screaming after they see what I’ve done. I want the people to call for me to be fired after they plaster what’s left of your face across the tv nonstop.” Chance warns.
Crank then turns towards the remaining smaller covered presentation board. He swiftly pulls the cover off to reveal it to the entire world.
cVc Strengths
1. World Renowned Wrestler
2. Marketing Genius
3. Better Wrestler
4. Evil/No Soul/Void of Conscience
5. Wrestler of The Week
6. Winning Streak
7. Dragging White’s Sorry Ass To Top of Card
8. Fuck Tiffany White
cVc takes a step back to show the list. He then stands by and looks it over for a few seconds. Chance turns back towards the camera with a smug look across his face.
“This data is compelling when it’s all spelled out for you. L-O-S-S. For some reason I have made you bigger in my mind than you are in reality. I have completely took your mind over, however. You lose because you are worn out from trying to keep up with cVc. You find yourself staring down the finish line only to be gassed and still female. That bitter taste filling your mouth is what drives me to sell mean to earn green.”
Chance explains.
Crank rushes up to his White Weaknesses board and kicks it over. He begins to stomp on it then bending down to break it into kindling. cVc smashes the presentation board then holds it up to the cameras. He stands back up while dropping the pieces all over the floor.
“I am at the top of my game right now. I am positioned to take this motherfucker over while you will peak around the mid card missing that cVc magic you were once apart of. I have the ability to make anyone relevant and popular because I am that goddamn good. You are poorly put together in every possible category and goddamnit I will not look over it any longer. Speaking of…” Chance exclaims.
Crank walks towards the large covered presentation board. He slowly creeps up to it slowly turning towards the camera. He allows the anticipation to build before he rips off the cover to reveal it.
The big board holds two WCF cards. The one on the left is the very first card White and cVc appeared on. The one on the right is the upcoming PPV, TimeBomb. The huge board clearly illustrates cVc’s point in his own mind. He stands out in front of the large presentation board then begins to speak once again.
“This… This is the real evidence. Two month’s ago we arrived in WCF at the same exact time. We entered with others that didn’t make it or just weren’t the caliber of us. You are not the caliber of cVc tho, sweet-tits. Tiffany… Do you think you are the first I have done this with? Cute. We went up the card like we have because I am the very best at what we do. I have methodically positioned myself to do all of this. You are just a pawn I have used to position myself further along with. Like a kleenex full of a blown wad… It’s time to get rid of You.” Chance threatens.
Crank looks at the cameras and a worry overcomes him. He fears his next promo could leave him without a job. He will picketed at the PPV for sure he thinks to himself. He quickly regains his composure. A stern expression crosses his face.
“This business may not be prepared for what comes next. So be it. Tiffany I have owned you here and you know it. It only gets worse from here on out too. cVc has edge that cuts like a knife. I want to slit your throat with that edge just to watch you bleed out. You took my Pixie and now you must pay the ultimate price.”
cVc walks off the shot. He walks over to the work table and begins to lay pieces of paper down on the notebook. He carefully situates the pieces then uses the stick glue. Chance works furiously then admires his own work. cVc picks up the notebook and carries it back into the wide shot of all the cameras.
cVc looks into the cameras...
“White this next phase of my grand scheme will unfold over the next couple days. You will feel like you are losing control of the situation which is silly. cVc was in control this entire time only now you know it. That weakness known as doubt is creeping down your spine and heading for your knees already. That doubt is real power the I wield using only my words. I hope you are ready to fight to the death, Tiffany. Are you willing to die in that cage? I am.”
Chance holds the notebook close as he searches for an envelope around the cabinets. Chance has finished his love letter to a special someone and has to mail it. He drops the notebook accidentally on the floor. The cameras get a view of his project for the first time…
