Part lll

Charlene Crank stands in a kitchen in Washington state. She turns the knob and puts the skillet over the eye that begins to turn red. She takes a small town off her shoulder folding it and making sure to set it down away from the eye. Chance suddenly bursts through the kitchen door wearing his robe, Southern Heritage Championship belt, along with the rest of his gear. Heading off to shoot a promo Charlene steps up to his back to fix his collar when she accidentally steps on his robe as he is walking. The counter reaction is Chance slamming down on the hard kitchen tile.

She attempts to help him to his feet in the house they rented away from prying camera lenses. Chance jumps to his feet and rushes Charlene. He swings with all he has got hitting her in the left eye. It begins to swell immediately after this and Chance looks out the side screen door to see to little boys looking on in astonishment.

cVc: This is what real life looks like. Beat it dickbeaters!

Chance looks down at Charlene and realizes the trouble he may be in. "Which ever one gets to the phone first, the other ones going to jail", a favorite line of Mike Epps he keeps hearing in his head. Suddenly Chance runs full force into the wall hitting his face against it with such force it cracks the drywall. He hits the ground and bounces back to his feet jumping in the air sending himself through the kitchen table. Bouncing off the stove causes the towel to move closer to the hot eye. Crank gets back to his feet looking at his reflection in a small mirror on the wall still hanging.

 "911", he dials as he looks back out the screen door to see the little boys running off after his display. Charlene comes to finally to a wrecked kitchen as she chases after Chance who hangs up the phone as she comes around the corner. Over the police scanners is a report of domestic violence at Chance Von Cranks rented home with the address. Two local news stations pick up the story and head for the small country house along. Channel Five and Channel 11 Action News all are mere minutes behind the police on the call. Chance and Charlene are arguing outside the house as behind them the kitchen is engulfed in flames. The news reporters and police pull up as the officers begin calling fire trucks to the scene. Charlene finally notices the fire as does cVc. The police walk over to see Chance's face and begin to handcuff Charlene as she bucks and fights them off. Channel 5 News Reporter, June Jackson walks up to Chance and begins asking questions as he realizes he is still wearing his gear. He notices the emergency lights bouncing off everything and the light from the flames. He snatches the microphone from June as they roll.

cVc:  So you want a story of what happened here? This is a clear cut case of a crazy bitch wanting my money. Look at my face and the destruction all around me, Tucker you motherfucker.

June: Woah! Woah! This cannot be live, cut the feed.

Chance turns toward June and gets in her face real close.

cVc: You Fucking Air It.

June: We will air it, Mr. Crank. Someone has to go over it and bleep out every curse word not allowed on tv.

cVc: Fair Enough. Tucker... I know what you are thinking the news is starting to cover Chance Von Crank promos now? I'm Fucked. Yes you are. This is no game and look around me, all my shit was in that house Charlene just burned to the ground... Still Fucking Yet... I stand here wearing this gear and talking shit to you. You have no idea the train your about to be fucking hit by. It will be quick and you may never recover because I have to make an example out of you so I won't have to deal with anymore bitches that didn't earn dick.

June: So exactly how did the house catch on fire again?

Chance steps back up in June's face as behind him is Charlene being held against the ground and handcuffed for domestic violence. A tear comes out of her now black eye and runs down her cheek as she is carried off.

cVc: That's a lot of fucking questions without a warrant.

Chance grins at the reporter as he watches them haul Charlene toward the back of a police car. He takes the microphone again and stands in the street directly in front of the burning house.

cVc: This is it... Your last shot at glory motherfucker. No happy ending here, cock bag. Think about it... Tucker G Alston winning any kind of belt let alone mine just won't happen.  This is real life nothing can stop what’s real from happening. That’s just what I am, Tucker. Real.

Chance walks back and forth in front of the house in the street as it burns. He points an index finger toward the sky and looks up past it.

cVc: Straight to the mother fucking top is where I'm headed. You are lucky that you will be apart of this rise and have been to this point. This is you're stop Tucker, and no longer will I allow my name to make yours relevant. Think about that tonight as you lay your head on that pillow and hug up to another gay man. Wear that prom king crown tonight to inter twine the two biggest moment of your life forever. At the top of the mountain stands one man, and his name doesn't even rhyme with Tucker G Alston. Pussy, Faggot, Motherfucker... As I live and breathe you will not walk out of Defiance TV with my strap, or walking period. You are an experiment of how much pain one bitch can take, Tucker. Laugh at these promo's and imagine your good for a few days more. Never forget just what it is you are up against here. I keep going up and up and before long even the front office will realize just who is putting asses in seats night after night. So sit there and grin at the thought of the one on one match you will eventually use at bars to get ass when you are washed up again next month.

Chance turns to see if Charlene has been hauled away and notices the two little boys talking to the police next to the car she is being held in.

cVc: You have had Enough chances and are already beaten once more. This shit is getting old Tucker, beating you week in and week out. That dirty sanchez stain across your chin makes me think you could draw social security off you're HIV Virus. You Can't Talk Shit With Me. Admit It. It's Over. You're Beaten...

Chance notices the two police officers that talked to the two boys heading in his direction....

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