Domesticated Violence
May 14, 2016 13:08:07 GMT -6
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Post by cVc on May 14, 2016 13:08:07 GMT -6
Domesticated Violence
5/13/2016
Harlan County, KY
7:42 a.m.
Harlan County Kentucky is where we begin. The sun creeps above the ridge line bringing sunlight with it. A single wide trailer sits alone at the end of Copper Hollow Road. The trailer belongs to a high profile celebrity, believe it or not. Chance Von Crank’s residence comes into focus from above as a news channel 5 team chopper swoops in. Two police cars creep up the long gravel driveway also. A channel news van follows the police cars into the small driveway. The three vehicles stop abruptly at the trailer while the chopper hovers above. The two police officers emerge from the cars while a news crew unloads from the van.
Meanwhile inside the trailer, cVc and Pixie Paradoxxx have come to blows. Chance has just signed a new wrestling contract and sent Pixie over the edge. She fears the abuse that comes from cVc wrestling in the bright lights. The small living room is dim from all of the lamps now broken. Crank sits in the floor looking up at Pixie, who is holding her face. She has a huge red mark across her face from some sort of struggle.. A knock at the door signals the police have arrived. Chance quickly crawls to the window then peeks out hidden slightly behind the curtains.
“The press is here too! FUCK!” Chance whispers. He then reaches over and takes hold of one of the legs of the coffee table. He rips it off the table and quickly begins smacking himself in the face with it. His left eye begins to swell then blacken. He busts his own lip as well. Pixie watches on scared beyond belief.
*KNOCK!* *KNOCK*
“We know you are in there, CHANCE! OPEN THE DOOR, NOW!” One officer screams from behind the door. He then busts the door open just before cVc tosses the table leg to Pixie. The officers burst through the door and quickly grab Pixie. The lead officer takes the table leg from Pixie.
Chance wipes the blood from his nose and lip as they shuffle Pixie off towards one of the police cruisers. “Lt. James” reads across the officer's name tag that helps cVc back to his feet.
“I just don’t see how a large wrestler like yourself could be beaten up so badly by such a small female?” Lt. James asks.
“She came at me like a wild and crazy whore. I told her she couldn’t have any Chance Von Crank dick and she flipped out. I’m getting sick of this abuse.” Chance spews.
Lt. James looks around the living room and just shakes his head. The place is a wreck from some sort of struggle. “Your neighbor called us and one of you has to go to jail. She has a red place across her face and throat but you are beaten worse. She won’t spill the beans on you so Pixie will have to goto jail, Chance.” Lt. James informs cVc.
Lt. James hands cVc a domestic violence card then heads back out the door. Chance doesn’t appear offended that the officer didn’t even offer to call an ambulance. Lt. James gets to his car and realizes that Pixie’s face and throat now have bruises shaped like large hand prints. He rolls his eyes and gets into his car knowing that bringing cVc in would only cause a political uproar.
Chance wipes his face off quickly and slips his rhinestone wrestling robe on. He slips on his boots and laces them up. Crank charges towards the front door then down the two concrete blocks the couple use for steps.
“Hey Ginger!” Chance screams towards the news crew.
Ginger Richards is the Harlan County News Channel 5 lead anchor. She winces when she realizes she will have to interview Chance and not Pixie. She walks over towards Chance with a cameraman following close behind. The chopper above leaves after capturing footage of Pixie Paradoxxx being hauled away.
“Ready in three… two… ONE… LIVE!” The cameraman exclaims.
“We are at the residence of Chance Von Crank. Chance wants us to believe he was assaulted by Pixie Paradoxxx but this reporter knows you never trust cVc.” Ginger proclaims.
Chance comes into the shot already pissed off from Ginger’s comments.
“Chance what happened here today?” Ginger asks.
cVc looks at the ground for a brief moment then brings his gaze to the camera slowly.
“I was a victim of domestic violence here today. That bitch tried to kill me with a leg of a coffee table. She’s been acting like a stupid crazy whore ever since that Dr. sucked that kid out of her.” Chance exclaims
“Well that is concer…” Ginger begins but cVc takes her mic and moves her out of “his” shot.
Chance opens his robe to expose the blood that has dripped down his chest. The cameraman keeps rolling.
“I signed a contract with a new wrestling company a few days ago. The Shock N’ Rolla is coming back to violate the masses with his own brand of gritty violence. I will overcome the beating this whore put on me with a table leg, no problem. Chance Von Crank is the best living wrestler. I am a brand where most are mere workers just earning a check. I want to show the entire world you can overcome domestic violence.” Chance proclaims
Ginger rolls her eyes at Crank, knowing he initiated the violence here today. Chance winks at her before he continues.
“You can roll your eyes bitch but remember you covered a domestic call with a helicopter because of three initials, c-V-c. I know the UCI can see this and hear the Harlan County Devil’s voice. This is the only warning I will give you. I am coming. Know that this time off has left me with more wicked idea’s than any of you could possibly contend with. I’m sick of second fiddle when the whole crowd is waiting for my solo.” Chance roasts
Ginger attempts to chime in but cVc silences her before he continues.
“This first promo is free but you will have to pay with your ass to see what cVc is really made of. I’m shaking the rust at Pixie’s expense. I manipulate any and all to further Chance Von Crank. I got my eyes on you, UCI… Are you ready?” Chance asks then drops the microphone. He then turns away from the camera. A Trump sign sits directly beside him as he extends both his arms out. The cameraman cuts the feed as cVc turns back around.
“Get the fuck out of here!” Chance screams.
5/13/2016
Harlan County, KY
7:42 a.m.
Harlan County Kentucky is where we begin. The sun creeps above the ridge line bringing sunlight with it. A single wide trailer sits alone at the end of Copper Hollow Road. The trailer belongs to a high profile celebrity, believe it or not. Chance Von Crank’s residence comes into focus from above as a news channel 5 team chopper swoops in. Two police cars creep up the long gravel driveway also. A channel news van follows the police cars into the small driveway. The three vehicles stop abruptly at the trailer while the chopper hovers above. The two police officers emerge from the cars while a news crew unloads from the van.
Meanwhile inside the trailer, cVc and Pixie Paradoxxx have come to blows. Chance has just signed a new wrestling contract and sent Pixie over the edge. She fears the abuse that comes from cVc wrestling in the bright lights. The small living room is dim from all of the lamps now broken. Crank sits in the floor looking up at Pixie, who is holding her face. She has a huge red mark across her face from some sort of struggle.. A knock at the door signals the police have arrived. Chance quickly crawls to the window then peeks out hidden slightly behind the curtains.
“The press is here too! FUCK!” Chance whispers. He then reaches over and takes hold of one of the legs of the coffee table. He rips it off the table and quickly begins smacking himself in the face with it. His left eye begins to swell then blacken. He busts his own lip as well. Pixie watches on scared beyond belief.
*KNOCK!* *KNOCK*
“We know you are in there, CHANCE! OPEN THE DOOR, NOW!” One officer screams from behind the door. He then busts the door open just before cVc tosses the table leg to Pixie. The officers burst through the door and quickly grab Pixie. The lead officer takes the table leg from Pixie.
Chance wipes the blood from his nose and lip as they shuffle Pixie off towards one of the police cruisers. “Lt. James” reads across the officer's name tag that helps cVc back to his feet.
“I just don’t see how a large wrestler like yourself could be beaten up so badly by such a small female?” Lt. James asks.
“She came at me like a wild and crazy whore. I told her she couldn’t have any Chance Von Crank dick and she flipped out. I’m getting sick of this abuse.” Chance spews.
Lt. James looks around the living room and just shakes his head. The place is a wreck from some sort of struggle. “Your neighbor called us and one of you has to go to jail. She has a red place across her face and throat but you are beaten worse. She won’t spill the beans on you so Pixie will have to goto jail, Chance.” Lt. James informs cVc.
Lt. James hands cVc a domestic violence card then heads back out the door. Chance doesn’t appear offended that the officer didn’t even offer to call an ambulance. Lt. James gets to his car and realizes that Pixie’s face and throat now have bruises shaped like large hand prints. He rolls his eyes and gets into his car knowing that bringing cVc in would only cause a political uproar.
Chance wipes his face off quickly and slips his rhinestone wrestling robe on. He slips on his boots and laces them up. Crank charges towards the front door then down the two concrete blocks the couple use for steps.
“Hey Ginger!” Chance screams towards the news crew.
Ginger Richards is the Harlan County News Channel 5 lead anchor. She winces when she realizes she will have to interview Chance and not Pixie. She walks over towards Chance with a cameraman following close behind. The chopper above leaves after capturing footage of Pixie Paradoxxx being hauled away.
“Ready in three… two… ONE… LIVE!” The cameraman exclaims.
“We are at the residence of Chance Von Crank. Chance wants us to believe he was assaulted by Pixie Paradoxxx but this reporter knows you never trust cVc.” Ginger proclaims.
Chance comes into the shot already pissed off from Ginger’s comments.
“Chance what happened here today?” Ginger asks.
cVc looks at the ground for a brief moment then brings his gaze to the camera slowly.
“I was a victim of domestic violence here today. That bitch tried to kill me with a leg of a coffee table. She’s been acting like a stupid crazy whore ever since that Dr. sucked that kid out of her.” Chance exclaims
“Well that is concer…” Ginger begins but cVc takes her mic and moves her out of “his” shot.
Chance opens his robe to expose the blood that has dripped down his chest. The cameraman keeps rolling.
“I signed a contract with a new wrestling company a few days ago. The Shock N’ Rolla is coming back to violate the masses with his own brand of gritty violence. I will overcome the beating this whore put on me with a table leg, no problem. Chance Von Crank is the best living wrestler. I am a brand where most are mere workers just earning a check. I want to show the entire world you can overcome domestic violence.” Chance proclaims
Ginger rolls her eyes at Crank, knowing he initiated the violence here today. Chance winks at her before he continues.
“You can roll your eyes bitch but remember you covered a domestic call with a helicopter because of three initials, c-V-c. I know the UCI can see this and hear the Harlan County Devil’s voice. This is the only warning I will give you. I am coming. Know that this time off has left me with more wicked idea’s than any of you could possibly contend with. I’m sick of second fiddle when the whole crowd is waiting for my solo.” Chance roasts
Ginger attempts to chime in but cVc silences her before he continues.
“This first promo is free but you will have to pay with your ass to see what cVc is really made of. I’m shaking the rust at Pixie’s expense. I manipulate any and all to further Chance Von Crank. I got my eyes on you, UCI… Are you ready?” Chance asks then drops the microphone. He then turns away from the camera. A Trump sign sits directly beside him as he extends both his arms out. The cameraman cuts the feed as cVc turns back around.
“Get the fuck out of here!” Chance screams.
THE END