Post by cVc™ on Mar 11, 2016 22:32:46 GMT -5
Stable of Whores[CD]
3/09/2016
Harlan County Forest
Harlan, KY
11:31 PM
The woods are alive with frogs and critters. Spring approaches from the south like a warm blanket after a brutal winter. Harlan County, Kentucky is where this little story begins. Deep in the woods where even the bravest of coal miners won’t venture at night. The Rad Russian walks through the woods with Preacher Jacob leading it while reading a map. Jacob agreed to meet an unknown individual here. The moonlight bounces off the map leaving it completely visible. The preacher heads off towards the “X” marked on the map. “South” he screams.
On the opposite side of the forest heading in the same direction is Pixie Paradoxxx. She is being accompanied by a cVc fan that won a contest he and Pixie held. Debbie “Sweet-Tits” Dylan sent a pair of her used panties to the cVc fanmail address to easily win the contest. Pixie and Debbie head directly towards a location Pixie has memorized.
A fire in the distance indicates to Pixie they are close. Preacher Jacob Beavers and Subject 31 now can also see the fire on the opposite side. The two continue to walk towards each other to meet where the fire is.
The fire burns high into the dark night, Pixie and Debbie finally reach the big wide spot where the fire is located. Preacher Jacob and The Rad Russian also show up on the other side. Next to the fire stands Chance Von Crank. A vanity mirror and small box sit on a small coffee table just out from the fire. Crank is wearing a hoodie with “The Family” written across the front. He has the hood over his head as he watches the four approach.
Preacher Jacob approaches Chance and puts his hand on his shoulder. Chance sharply chops the Preacher across the windpipe. Jacob hits both knees gasping for air. cVc squats down to face him.
“You shut your goddamned mouth. You are wasting this monsters potential and I am going to take her from you. I need her to have a handler so you can have that job but I own “it”. Got it?” Chance whispers.
Pixie laughs at the Preacher while he pisses his pants. The Rad Russian turns red with shame over how frightened her husband is of cVc. The preacher retreats to a nearby stump weeping the whole way. Crank turns to the fan who won the contest.
“Debbie… I need you to understand why you are here. Subject 31 or Bad Russian Bitch… I will also explain to you. This exact spot is where the last witch of harlan county died. Back in the late fifties she was brought her by a handful of coal miners who were getting off work. Ten of them raped her multiple times at this very spot. One of them cut her throat and she bled out right here. That She-Bitch was mean and believed that whores could be owned. You will make a deal with a true devil where she died. I believe this story. I want you two to join alliances with Pixie and I.” Chance exclaims.
The Rad Russian appears confused but continues to closely listen. It could finally have found an escape from the abusive Preacher Jacob. Debbie “Sweet-Tits Dylan continues to stare at cVc in complete admiration. Chance continues.
“You all will have to swear an oath to Chance Von Crank. I want complete obideince always. You will always help further the career of cVc. Obviously one or all three of you could lie while taking this oath if it were just a verbal contract. I am afraid to say that is just not the case.” Chance warns.
The fire burns hot and creates a perfect backdrop for cVc. The wind blows stoking it even further. Chance turns back around to face the three. The Rad Russian’s eyes grow wide with hope.
“You see… The devil spoke of the mark of the beast. This devil also condones that. You will mark your foreheads with the true mark of the BEAST. The only BEAST that actually exists and creates real havoc. Chance Von Crank. You will carve a “cVc” in your own foreheads. That will be the oath you take that will last forever.” Chance explains.
Pixie walks up to cVc then falls to her knees in front of him. She picks up the vanity mirror up off the table and punches it with her free left hand. A small piece of the mirror falls to the dirt. She retrieves it and holds the mirror out from herself in order to see her face. Pixie takes the piece of broken mirror and begins to carve into the center of her forehead. She winces from the pain but carves a “c”. She then carefully carves a capital case “V”. Pixie then quickly adds the final “c”.
The Rad Russian watches on in complete shock. Debbie quickly sits down in front of Chance on the opposite side of Pixie. She faces Chance as Pixie hands her the mirror and broken piece. The preacher sits on a stump near the woodline. He began filming when Pixie began carving in her forehead. He pukes but continues to film as Debbie “Sweet-tits” finishes carving “cVc” into her own forehead.
Debbie finishes then looks back at The Rad Russian. Subject 31 appears shy so Chance begins to talk to it.
“I know you are scared 31. Did you see what The Trailer Park Prodigy did to that preacher? Don’t you feel safe now knowing that snake handling cocksucker can’t hold a light to cVc?” Chance asks.
Subject 31 walks towards Chance then gets down on both it’s knee alongside Pixie and Debbie. She takes the vanity mirror and broken piece from Debbie Dylan. The Rad Russian begins to carve into it’s own forehead. It uses begins to carve as the preacher behind them all gets sick once again. Subject 31 carefully finishes up carving “cVc” in it’s forehead. Chance wipes the excess blood from the carving then licks it off his thumb. He does this to the other two too before he looks up at the camera. The preacher films the spectacular scene. The fire burns high behind cVc while all three of his disciples sit before him on they’re knees.
“This is my stable of whores. Forgive me if I come off a little God-Like. I want to build a true Chance Von Crank army starting with my core fanbase. I want to spread my hatred through the masses using technology created by the man. I want to systematically destroy morals and values in this country. I want you to warn your children that the devil is real and his initials are c-V-c.” Chance roasts.
Crank walks around his three disciples. He walks towards the camera as they all three turn to face him again. They all three remain on their knees. Chance works the camera.
“This is my world. These are my rules. Evil is a brand I sell throughout the world and its bought like there’s nothing like it. Just because the top of this ladder im climbing fails to realize my true talent means dick to me. Fuck all of them and if they don’t like it, fuckin’ do something. I been doing this a lifetime and would beat any of you. My focus however is just on one man. This man has no idea the shit storm that is headed his way.” Chance continues.
He squats down, still facing the camera. He begins to drag his index finger along in the dirt. He spells out “HOLMES” in the dirt. The bright fire illuminates the name. Crank looks deep into the camera.
“I want you to know I will beat you. Those other two are horse shit from what I’ve seen. This is a two man race and you won’t have what it takes to finish. Even with the week off I am putting the work in to lay the ground work of your ass whipping. The foundation looks alot like this.” Chance spews then quickly stands up with both of his arms extended out to show off his stable of whores.
“The Family will take over professional wrestler. The kind of mean we sell don’t come cheap. The tickets we will sell will change this business. The Family along with cVc’s stable of whores just adds to the small army we are building. Right now I have been so good its difficult to find someone to play with. They fear the beating cVc will put on them so they refuse to play. That leaves my totaly unwaivering attention on you Jared Holmes. The Six God can’t beat The Harlan County Devil.” Chance finishes.
Chance pulls out his penis and begins to urinate. The preacher is shocked as cVc swings around and begins to piss all over the russian, Debbie and Pixie. They begin to rub it in as Crank turns back towards the camera with a sly grin. The camera fades out.
THE END.
