Post by cVc™ on Feb 27, 2016 22:27:12 GMT -5
Feb 25th 2016
700 East Hebron Street
Charlotte, North Carolina
9:47 AM
The scene opens up on a beautiful day in the Charlotte, North Carolina. The sun is shining and the birds are all singing. A break in the cold weather is what the entire state needed. 700 East Hebron Street is where the story begins. A black cadillac escalade sits alone across the street from a run down playground. The metal needs scraped but the poor kids still use it. The shot of the playground stands still but one of the cadillac doors can be heard open just out of the shot.
Pixie Paradoxxx walks into the shot. She is wearing a torn and tattered sundress. Nearly all of her eye makeup has ran down her face from tears. Pixie is also sporting a black right eye now. Someone out of shot tosses her a rubber Donald Trump mask and she carefully slips it over the bun hanging off the back of her head. Pixie thinks about pulling it over her face but someone from inside the caddy warns her not to.
She stands in front of the run down playground. Tears continue to run down her face so she reaches up to wipe them away. She catches her breath then looks into the camera.
“There can only be one… There are no other ways to look at it. I can’t replicate complete perfection. So… I have willingly decided…” Pixie sighs.
She begins to cry again as she thinks about her next statement. “Hurry Bitch!” a voice out of shot screams suddenly. Pixie reluctantly dries her tears once more then looks back up at the camera.
“I…” Pixie mutters softly. She brings both her hands up to cover her face then pulls her rubber mask over her head in complete shame. “Okay… We got to get this shit going. Allow cVc to get it done.” The voice out of the shot sharply exclaims.
Pixie backs up as Chance Von Crank piles out of the escalade then struts into the wide shot. The cameraman continues to film as cVc takes over the situation. He demands for Pixie to hit both knees behind him and she refuses. Chance takes hold of her left elbow then pushes her down to both knees. “You can play backdrop like the playground then whore!” Chance screams at Pixie. cVc turns towards the camera.
“Tiffany… You still licking those wounds? I win. I can’t stress that enough without doing it this way. I have to show the world that women have rights too. I have to be the one to stand up for the females rights. They have rights that include cleaning a man’s kitchen and cooking men meals. I have to take a stand and show what happens when a female is impregnated with a youngin’ they don’t fucking want.” Chance continues.
“I WANT TO KEEP IT, CHANCE! Please don’t do this… I love you!” Pixie screams. Chance walks over to her and growls. Like a weaker being she slumps with fear still sitting on her knees. Chance laughs then walks back towards the camera to continue.
“I win. I explained in detail why I am better before. You have a wrestling career thanks to Chance Von Crank. I hope cVc lit a fire under that fine ass. I hope Pixie gave you crotchrot because I never wear rubbers. I’d rather feel the pussy wrapped around my cock with nothing to dull the sensation. Later on.. If the whore gets knocked up we just take it to a cheap clinic to suck that youngin’ out. That brings us here.” Chance explains.
The camera swings around to expose the building the escalade is parked in front of. Family Reproductive Health reads across the front of the building, the notorious Carolina abortion clinic. The camera pans slowly back towards Chance and Pixie. A wide grin crosses Crank’s face before he continues.
“This is the cheapest clinic in all of Charlotte. You think I was famous before, Tiffany? Wait till they see this shit.” Chance brags.
Chance picks Pixie up off her knees by her beautiful gold locks. She screams a bit so he spins her around to face him.
“I have to show her, Pixie. Tiffany has forced my hand here and that Doctor has to kill that baby. There is a change that will happen here that will create my dream whore. You will obey all my commands after this. They say people learn from pain but that’s just not true. Trauma. That is where lessons are learned and I have to teach you, doll. Do you understand?” Chance asks.
Pixie takes the rubber Donald Trump mask off her head and nods at cVc. The cameraman begins to fit his camera in a large duffle bag with a hole on the side for the lens to film from. “You won’t need to hide it!” cVc barks at the cameraman. The producer Chance hired to do this small film begins having second thoughts as they walk towards the clinic entrance.
“Chance, I dunno if I can do this… This is heavy man. The wrestling business isn’t ready for this because no one is.” the producer exclaims. Crank turns around and rushes over to the producer. He gets right up in the man’s face.
“This will happen with or without you. You signed a contract and I will sue you for all you’re sorry ass is worth if you don’t do this fucking job. I am the SHOCK N’ Rolla. I shock the world it’s something I do week in and week out. Let’s Go!” Chance screams.
The producer, cameraman, Pixie and Chance walk toward the entrance. The clinic is empty as the crew walks in. Pixie continues to hide under her mask and the two crew members both look white with sickness. Chance is glowing as he walks to the front desk. The lady behind the desk notices the cameraman and begins to yell.
“You can’t have those camera’s in here! Get out!”
Chance shakes his head at the woman then turns to instruct the cameraman to stay put. cVc then turns back around to face the woman. “We have a special appointment with Doctor Jenkins. Go get him bitch before I ruin your day.” Chance explains. The woman stands up quickly white with fear. She runs through a door adjacent to her desk. A man wearing a lab coat walks through the door the lady exited from. The man has dark hair on top but the sides are gray. An evil grin crosses his face as he realizes Chance Von Crank caused the ruckus.
“Chance… Von. Crank! Haha, my favorite wrestler.” The man exclaims at cVc.
“Dr. Jenkins. Remember the deal we made?” Crank asks. Chance reaches in the pocket of his sports jacket and retrieves a stack of 100s. Chance fans the bills to show Jenkins he means business. “Come on back, we are all prepped and ready to go!” Dr. Jenkins exclaims.
The crew walks through the side door. The hallway they walk into is huge compared to the small waiting room. Dr. Jenkins walks out of the nurse station, meeting the crew in the hallway. He walks out front of the four towards an operating room. Pixie raises the mask up off her head as they enter the operating room. The clinic is completely empty due to this little deal cVc made with Jenkins.
“Pixie we will get you ready over here.” Jenkins explains. He points toward a chair that is reclined back with stirrups. Dr. Jenkins instructs her to disrobe as a nurse walks in to hand her a hospital gown to put on. Pixie begins to weep again as she takes off her dirty sundress. She slips her knee high chuck taylors off next. The producer and cameraman are amazed by her bare breasts. The heaving mounds of flesh are quickly covered up with the nightgown by Pixie. She continues to cry and beg at Chance as she walks over to the chair. Pixie looks it over then continues to cry wanting to keep her baby. She slowly turns around and positions herself into the chair. Her makeup has now all ran down her face from so many tears.
“Please Chance…” Pixie begs. Crank turns towards her and with a stone cold look begins to shake his head to indicate no. She quiets down a bit and continues to weep. Dr. Jenkins gets everything set up as the nurse preps Pixie for the abortion. Jenkins approaches Chance closely.
“She doesn’t look like she wants to do this. You do know they won’t let you put a live abortion on television, right?” Jenkins asks in a whisper.
“She wants this. Killing babies makes women sad, I guess. Whatever. Just get the fuckin thing out. WCF will no doubt cut the feed to the actual procedure but we will keep sound. That’s all cVc needs to grill with. Got it?” Chance asks.
Dr. Jenkins nods at Crank. He then turns and nabs up a stool. He takes it towards Pixie to position himself between her legs. Chance turns towards the cameraman and producer.
“Are you all set up? We want to send this live through the WCF YouTube Channel so they can properly cut the picture when they see fit. If I do that I may actually save my job so don’t fuck it up.” Chance screams. “We’re all set!” Jenkins exclaims. Chance quickly puts in a ear piece. The cameraman positions himself directly in front of Pixie and the Doctor. The producer checks the angle then proceeds as ordered by cVc. The nurse and doctor have prepped everything. A suction tool and other various tools are lined up perfect on a small table next to Dr. Jenkins. The cameraman backs up the shot to make room for cVc out front. Pixie continues to weep as the nurse takes hold of her hand.
A logo rated M for Mature crosses the camera feed. Another co-producer added it from Crank’s studio condo miles away from the abortion clinic. Pixie weeps uncontrollably as the suction tool is turned on. Crank stands off the the side, still in the camera shot. Pixie mutters nonsense then continues to cry. WCF headquarters cuts the video feed out and Chance hears a voice in his earpiece say, “GO!” Crank begins to speak as the sound of weeping and suction backdrop the wildest promo he’s ever done.
“Tiffany… Can you hear that? I know you can’t see the Shock N’ Rolla but you sure can hear him. Do you hear Pixie crying? Wah… Wah.. I wanted to keep it. Hush, Whore. This had to be done and I blame you, White. You wanted to keep this baby alive and take my whore away from me. You have failed in both endeavors. The subject matter will shock the world and cVc will be all anyone wants to talk about after this. I am better at this than you are. You know it, too.” Chance continues.
Inside the abortion clinic, the doctor begins to gently vacuum the baby from Pixie’s vagina. She continues to weep and ask Tiffany why. The video feed is still out but the sound is clear as possible. Chance walks over towards Pixie. He hovers above the doctor and looks out at Pixie. They lock eyes.
“Do you hear that, Pixie? It’s the sound of The Trailer Park Prodigy winning. That is all he can do lately. That baby is gone and now you only have cVc to live for. You don’t have to run off and try to escape his grip now. Doesn’t it feel great to be free of the burden. You were gonna have to raise this little shit alone but now it's sucked up in a pile of dead baby.” Chance continues.
Pixie covers her face as she continues to weep openly. Doctor Jenkins ignores her cries and continues the procedure. The sucking noise causes the cameraman to puke off to the side. The producer can’t hold it any longer and does the same. “Pussies.” Chance laughs.
Chance stands in front of the doctor and wills the cameraman and producer to continue. The sound continues to stream live as cVc continues.
“White… You.. Lesbian... Dyke... Whore... Did you actually believe you could stop this from happening? Now anything I didn’t know about you I will discover after I “interrogate” Pixie. You should see the look on her face right now. She looks like someone just sucked a dead baby out of her. I want you to remember Tiffany I will stop at nothing to win.” Chance exclaims.
“We are all done. Get her cleaned up Betty.” Jenkins explains to the nurse. The doctor walks over to a sink to get cleaned up. Chance continues.
“They are all done here, Tiffany.” Chance exclaims. The video feed cuts back in. The feed comes back to life as a voice in cVc’s earpiece exclaims, “We’ve got video back!” Chance stands in front of the chair hiding Pixie. With the knowledge video is back he begins to work the camera.
“The baby is dead, Tiffany. I hope you know this was for the best. I can’t have another Von Crank to raise let alone compete with. There is only me, cVc. I hope the soundtrack of a child’s death will wake you up to the real danger you are in. I will not be denied this win. Do you think a stupid little bitch like you could stop the great and powerful Chance Von Crank? That’s fucking hysterical.” Chance laughs.
Pixie walks into the shot now completely dressed. Jenkins and the nurse continue to clean up. Crank grabs ahold of Pixie’s face with his left hand. He pulls her close and sticks his tongue down her throat. Pixie keeps the kiss going even though she is pale white sick and in shock. Chance releases her then turns back towards the camera. Pixie pukes after he breaks the kiss. She raises back up. Pixie hits both knees and breaks. The breakdown causes Chance to grin.
“Look Tiff… It’s Happening. She’s broken. Now I own her. She will never leave the Shock N’ Rolla ever again. My brand is all she will be able to have. Anything else will be cheap and from the bottom shelf. Kinda like you are. I am top shelf and always have been. There is nothing watered down or stolen about cVc. Can you say the same? That kind of originality should get you pushed after cVc is finished with you. Not.” Chance jokes.
Pixie looks defeated as she stands back up. The rage in her head has went all but quiet. The calm that overcomes her awakens her to a new truth. She belongs to Chance Von Crank. He is everything and now she finally realizes it. The mental break has sent her over the edge as she reaches up and licks the side of Crank’s face. “I wanna fuck.” She exclaims.
Chance grins at the camera and presumably Tiffany White. “In a minute” cVc assures Pixie. He pats her on the bottom and sends her out of the operation room. Doctor Jenkins walks over to shakes cVc hand.
“It was a boy.” Jenkins exclaims.
Chance suddenly becomes flushed red. The news hits him like a ton of bricks but he somehow remains focused. The Dr. smiles after he notices the effect the news had on Crank.
“A deal is a deal. We are all finished up. I’ll let you finish.” Jenkins assures. Chance turns to face the doctor after Jenkins walks by him. “Wait a minute, Doc!” Crank calls out. The doctor stops at the doorway then turns back to face Chance.
“Did you put it in a jar? I mean I do get to keep the little shit, right?” Chance asks.
A look of shock creeps across the doctor's face. The nerve of Chance Von Crank has completely rattled him. “No, Chance. That’s not how this works.” Jenkins replies.
Crank appears bummed as the doctor walks on out the door shaking his head all the while. Chance turns back to face the camera.
“I wanted to throw that dead baby at you, Tiffany. I wanted to shock you like I have the world with it. In your face and right at you. Don’t you see? My brand of evil is unlike any other you have ever faced. Who the fuck is Torture? I wanna meet him. Tiffany, you owe me a thank you. I pulled your dead weight this entire fucking time. I nearly drug us to main event status but you just don’t have it like cVc has it. I’ve ended you with the most brutal promo I’ve ever cut. I hope being relevant was fun but now it’s someone else's turn.” Chance exclaims.
Crank turns away from the camera. A jar with a black lid sits on a table unattended. The material inside is gooey and crazy looking. Chance nabs it off the table and cradles it like a baby. He turns back towards the camera rocking the jar in his arms.
“Hush little baby.. Don’t you cry. Hush little baby. Don’t you cry. Like this dead baby… I am going to put you to bed, Tiffany. All this time you have believed you could compete because I left you that little scrap of hope to hold on to. I just put to bed any doubters I may have had too. I am a BEAST. I am the meanest son of a bitch of them all. I’ve main evented all over this earth and I will in WCF too. Eventually a douche like Joey Flash or some other has been will step to cVc and get just what you got. I am a once in a lifetime kind of motherfucker. There aren’t many Chance Von Crank’s because no one can do cVc better than Me. There are three Tiffany Whites in this one fed. I think that one chick has a dick though like my dad. Who cares? I am the best alive and now you know it. This little boys death is on your hands. You will have to live with this the rest of your life. You will never have a feud like this again if you tried the rest of your life. I have scarred you forever.” Chance roasts.
“Daddy! Let’s go! I Wanna Fuck!” Pixie screams down the hallway. Chance looks into the camera and smiles.
“Well… I have to go fuck my big tittied girlfriend, Tiffany. I’m gonna give her a pearl necklace because her crotch has dead baby parts in it. I know you will miss her but she’s broke now. Tick tock… I have to be getting to Texas, babygirl. cVc is coming… "
THE END.
