Brazilian Covered Wagon ll

Chance sat silently in his car waiting. He was waiting for a reply from a woman he met months before on Plenty of Fish dot com.  He looks at his phone checking out his wallpaper which is a picture of her.  Not being laid in months he is looking forward to this encounter like none before it.  Suddenly his phone rings and causes him to drop it. He picks it up and can see it is his agent Busta Capps calling.

cVc: What the fuck do you want?

Capps: I heard you got a new gig?

cVc: Yeah what about it, queer?

Capps: I have been your agent for nearly a decade now. I thought maybe we could still work together?

cVc: FUCK THAT! You have caused nothing but trouble for me since I fucking hired you. Your like a cluster fuck of failure.  I have a match this weekend and to be honest it is very important that I win this match.

Capps: I heard it was against Cody Williams.

cVc: Don’t even begin to pretend like you know who the fuck he is. He’s from that wasteland WWA, where all bad shit goes to die. What the fuck do you want, Capps? Haven’t you stolen enough money from me to overdose yet? Why don’t you load a shotgun and play Harlan roulette.

Chance can hear his friend begin to weep.

cVc: Are you crying?

Capps: No!

cVc: You have got to be shitting me right? Just do it Capps. Go pick up a shotgun wherever one is and paint the fucking ceiling with some give a fuck. I have worked my whole career and one constant in all of it besides failing is you. I think you are the problem and in no way the answer. I am currently on the hunt for a new agent and will never hire you back. You ruined Tommy’s career and ill be goddamned if your going to do that to me.

Capps: Seriously I can help you get some advertisement deals and… and..

cVc: And.. And… Shut that fucking hole where you hide cock! I don’t need you or anyone to help me get that. This Williams guy is nothing and everyone knows. He is a tune up match for a real star, Me. Nothing more and nothing less and how could help me? That’s right you can’t because you’re a piece of shit agent that sucks dick at his only job.

Chance hears the hollow noise of someone pushing a shell into a shotgun. The same noise followed with a spring noise indicating to Chance that Capps has put two shotgun shells into the gun. Chance grins hearing this and notices a figure outside the car moving toward the hotel room he rented to screw the chick from Plenty of Fish.com.

cVc: You know Capps I have been all around this world searching for what truly would make me happy. This wrestling business gives me a fucking chubby like nothing else does. Not even this bitch with huge tits and a nice round ass that I am about to fuck does it for me like this business. This business has everything anyone could ask for. I hear you playing with that gun and we both know you do not balls to do it. That would take some sack and we both know you have no sack. She took your manhood in the divorce seems like.  Your ex wife got remarried right, Capps?

Capps: Yes, Chance.

cVc: Hm.. So your kids call her new old man… Daddy? What about that, hell I bet she calls him daddy too while he’s sticking his cock in her ass. Let’s not get into that though Capps, I wouldn’t want you to cry some more, cry some real tears bitch.

Chance holds the phone away from his face as he laughs at his agent. Capps can be heard crying over the phone. Chance looks at the room door, “11”. That is the room his date has went into and he can see through the curtains she has found the television and turned the lights off to watch it and wait. Chance gathers himself and puts the phone back to his ear.

cVc: Capps I have to start over here in Defiance. This all starts with this weekend and I have to prove to the front office that I am the star here. Not just in this match either, no shit. Williams is the one with everything to prove actually, because I don’t think this monkey looking motherfucker can tie my boots much less go 15 minutes with the Trailer Park Prodigy.

Chance smiles and then lays back into Capps.

cVc: Here is your dilemma, Capps. I hear you playing with that gun and we both know I got shit to do. I was hoping to hear you blow your brains out while I was on the phone so I could use the publicity of “being the last person he spoke to!”. To be honest though I really want to have sex with this whore in room 11 and your putting a damper on my boner with all this talk of suicide with no note.

Capps: I will do it Chance! Don’t FUCKING PUSH ME!

Chance begins to laugh.

cVc: No you will not. You just do not have what it takes to pull this off and that’s just too bad because I was hoping to use you this one last time for public relations.

                               *******KABOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM********

Chance drops the phone again from the loud blast of the shotgun. He picks it quickly and hears a crashing noise. The noise is from Capps now corpse hitting a glass table with no head. Chance looks in the rear view mirror to fix his hair. He laughs to himself about Capps committing suicide and all the great press this will get him. He opens his car door and heads for room 11.

TO BE CONTINUED

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