Chance walks up to door “11”. He looks around the floor in front of the door and notices a little dirt next to a rough looking rug. He bends down and pinches a bit of the dirt between his `thumb and index finger. He stands back up and rubs the bit of dirt into both of his eyes. His eyes begin to water. He smiles knowing the pity card never fails to seal a deal. “You’ll Never Leave Harlan Alive” blasts from his pocket suddenly. He retrieves it from his pocket and reads the text, “Double Booking, Congrats.” Chance smiles as he knocks on the door.

“Come On In.”

Chance walks up and pushes the door open. He can hear weeping and notices a dark figure sitting on the bed facing away from him.

cVc: What is this about bitch, you on the rag and sad because you don’t get some of this trailer park dick? Don’t worry girl a little blood never scared ole Chance. I’ll still take that pussy to pound town.

Ava:  No. The reason is because… Because…

cVc: Spit it out whore, and make room for dis’ Dick.

Ava:  I’m just afraid that you won’t accept me.

Chance walks toward her as she stands up and turns around. Chance comes nearly face to face with her as he walks towards her and she turns and stands. Chance see’s this woman has a beard and is clearly wearing a wig. It suddenly hits Chance he has been duped here like never before. This man has been pretending all this time over the internet and Chance hits the guy standing in front of him directly in the throat with all he’s got. The man falls to his knee’s clutching his throat attempting to regain his breath.

cVc: I bet you think this shit is funny. You think I am just some dumb fuck wrestler from some shit eating town in Kentucky. You would be wrong there, drag queen. Even though I may or may not have just crushed your wind pipe… Does not change the fact that you are going to tell me what would make a sick motherfucker like yourself… Exist. Even more than that you may just explain why I would let something as vile and disgusting as you continue to… Exist. 

Man: Pleaase…

cVc: Some dumb fucking wrestler is exactly what you thought.  I am my own brand of professional wrestler. I’m a real fucking big deal and my brand puts asses to seats while the rest piss they’re fucking sheets praying at night I don’t take they’re spot on my way to the top.

Man: Thhhiss… is a Catt Fish scheme. That’s all.

cVc: Cat Fish scheme? I would never give a motherfucker my credit card number, much less let a bitch anywhere near something that has control of my money. Huge fail on your part. My agent just committed suicide on the phone with me before I came in here. This is the last shit I need in this time of mourning. I should kick the shit out of you and leave you for dead.

Chance reaches for the Man’s head quickly. Still on his knee’s he cannot get away, and chance gives him a Shock-N-Rolla knee smash and leaves him a pile of knocked out drag queen on the floor. He turns and makes his way toward the door as his phone rings. A look of distaste crosses his face as he realizes it is his ex wife, Charlene Crank.

cVc:  What do you want bitch?

Charlene: Listen here nutsack, I need that child support and you got one hour before I fucking find you.

cVc: Listen cunt, Capps pussied out on me just a short few minutes ago and I just now found out im double booked with two wrestlers with next to no chance of winning. Which is the only good news out of this entire fucking New Year.  Williams is a young buck up and comer as I guess I am at this very moment at this new company. I could be headed for a real pay day because I have also been booked for Defiance TV 34.

Charlene: How did Capps pussy out?

cVc: He maybe kinda sorta just blew his brains out on the phone because I told him he had more reason to die than live. I’m devastated and I am really going to need an extra week on that child support.

Charlene: Well you better win these fucking matches because I know you get more money when you win if you want to keep your gold chain, Cocksucker. Your not fucking me out of these payments next week.

Chance stops as he exits the door still on the phone. He turns around and takes a last glance at the carnage left behind. A fake hot blonde drag queen knocked out on the floor and both lamps on the floor broken from the commotion. He exits and continues talking as he heads for his vehicle.

cVc: Soon as I beat this Williams, Shithead. In front of 11,000 people then right after that I head same night for Sunrise florida to face another shithead with no direction in Adam Faulker. That matches crowd is double at 22,000 people. I told you whore to trust me and I would get her took care of. No one has even heard from either of them, there’s a very good chance that neither will show up when they figure out a tenth of what they are up against. One thing I do know for fucking sure is I don’t need you’re worn out cunt ass calling every five minutes.

Chance hangs up on Charlene as he closes the car door. Suddenly he remembers his ex wifes comment about his Gold Chain. In a panic he starts the car and turns on his GPS. Typing frantically in “airport” to locate the closest airport to his current location to beat her to his Gold Chain.

To Be Continued.

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