cVc: Kill it, you stupid fucking whore. Kill It if you EVER want this dick inside of you again! NOW! CLOTHESHANGER, HO!

Chance sits completely naked other than wearing his Southern Heritage Championship belt in the corner of his destroyed hotel room. He is holding the hotel phone stretching the cord completely across the room. Sobbing as he begs his wife to abort the life growing inside of her.

cVc: I hope it dies.

cVc continues screaming obscene comments about Charlene’s unborn child, her and Sam Turner Jr. The phone begins making the busy signal indicating she long ago hung up as he continues on.

cVc: I am the greatest fucking wrestler you ever sucked to orgasm. Tell Sam as soon as I get back to Harlan I’m gonna leave traces of my DNA inside his mother, HAHA! TELL HIM WHORE! She likes feeling a little bit of me run down her inner thigh on the way home as a reminder she just fucked a real star!

Chance throws the phone across the room as it hits a wall and bounces off, shattering as it hits the wall. He slumps down on the floor propping himself up against the wall. Crank is still beaten up from his successful title defense days prior. The soreness throughout his body and the heart break makes him feel the need to masterbate to his all time favorite dirty magazine. Slowly he crawls toward a box sitting just three feet away from him. He pulls the box close to him and opens it quickly. He searches frantically for the magazine before the temporary nerve damage he sustained in the attack after his last match causes him to lose his sexual arousal. His opportunity to maybe ease some of his current pain now deflated. Digging through the box he comes across the April 2004 Hustler magazine he covets. Porn star, Sun Rise Adams graces the cover of it. Chance realizes the moment has come and passed as he throws the magazine down at his feet. He looks at the mirror across the room and touches his face looking on in horror.

cVc: How can you show your face now? Sam Turner Jr. came inside your wife and everyone knows about it. Now a black man is coming after your strap? Ha. Fuck You, mirror!

cVc takes his belt off his waist and throws it at the mirror breaking it instantly.

cVc: I have to hide my face. The shame cast on me now is nearly unbearable. This will not stand and I will not take this from anyone. Much less a fucking oxy whore and a legit water head fucking retard. Ohhh No... No Fucking Way.

Crank slumps back down completely naked now. He looks down at his feet in shame and there is his favorite hustler again. The broken mirror gets his attention and then back at the Hustler. He stands up wobbling a bit from his current binge. Chance takes a pair of scissors from his tape bag and a roll of tape. He rips the cover of the hustler and begins putting strips of tape on the reverse side of the cover. Layer after layer making the cover more and more durable with each strip of the tape until it suits him. He stands up and opens his tablet and clicks the youtube link to show the world his transformation. Now he sits on the floor as he begins to cut and tape what appears to his now live audience to be a mask?

Chance dusts himself off getting the small pieces of paper he cut off himself. Adding a strap to his creation he still has his back to his audience and the web cam.  Chance puts his belt around his waist hiding his privates somewhat as he slowly turns to face the camera with a over turned lamp lighting the room.  Crank turns wearing his new mask. The mask fits his face tight as he begins to speak.

cVc: I still have my strap. I am still the Southern Heritage Champion. I read the magazines, and the wrestling websites you shit heads run. I was going to lose to Tucker is what you all said. I won. I stand before you a different man than the one that walked to that ring last week.  Yeah Walker, you have my attention. This bull bucks, Queer.

Chance suddenly looks at the shattered phone on the ground with sudden urgency.

cVc: I have to take this.

He struts over to the phone and picks up the broken receiver. The cord is still attached to the receiver but not the actual phone.

cVc: Yeah he’s here, let me give him the phone.

Crank throws the phone toward the tablet but just misses it. He adjusts his mask and walks toward the tablet.

cVc: It’s for you Walker, Maybe its someone who gives a fuck about your prior achievements in MY Sport.

cVc hits his chest violently twice.

cVc: I’m The Shock N Rolla… Here 2 Show Ya… Cocked Back, TY! AND FUCKING LOADED! I know you all are watching this and thinking he has lost his mind… Go ahead and make that same mistake Ty that these other aids packin’ faggots are making. You are two balls short of a sack so puff out that chest because you’re going to take it like a bitch just like the rest. I will hold you down like you should have Heidi and take what I want. You couldn’t handle the sweat off her snatch. I’m no bitch but you are. So pucker up motherfucker because this beating will be worse than anything in Uncle Tom’s Cabin.  You Goddamn Right I Went There. The man before you will go to any depth to keep this belt. I hide my face in shame due to shit that does not concern you. That edge you think you have now is not real. It is a figment of your fucking imagination, check your pants it’s a wet dream, a pipe dream, taking my belt is. Are you a religious man? Doesn’t matter if you evoke the holy spirit on the way down the ramp, not even God can help you defeat The Trailer Park Prodigy.

cVc laughs briefly at his comment as his eyes shine through the holes of his mask.

cVc: This isn’t a game. Lick your finger and wet the ring of your ass hole because… You… Are… Super Fucked, Blacktipuss Past Prime.

Crank turns away from the tablets cam and walks toward the room’s closet. He steps over the doors he ripped off earlier enraged. The room around him is completely trashed. He takes a lighter and a clothes hanger out of the closet. Chance snaps the clothes hanger in two then begins heating the hooked end as he turns back toward the camera. He heats the metal over and keeps looking down at it as he begins to speak to his growing live audience.

cVc: I have malice intent, Yes.  Charlene I know you can see this and I know you are watching. Watch the fire touch the metal and turn it orange. The shame is across my face but now hidden…

He watches the fire from the lighter flicker around the metal and touches it to his chest burning himself instantly for a few seconds. Chance grimaces slightly from the burn before tossing both items over his shoulder.

cVc: You see whore… All my injuries will heal and my shame will soon fade… The scars I will leave upon you bitch are ones that do not heal so easily. Some never make it back from losing something so precious to them. That lump in the back of you’re throat is regret. Regret Turner and you both will soon carry forever. This burden is of what could have been and maybe this would have or that would have and all that fun the void I am about to create. Sam don’t eat that pussy whatever you do, Michael Douglas says HPV gave him throat cancer. Second thought… Eat it. That is how it is done Walker… Take notes and remember you are not the only one in this fuck hole full of shit heads not good enough to get it done. Keep pretending you are not scared shitless, ill keep being Champion.

A knock at the door surprises cVc.

Voice from other side of the Door: House keeping!

Crank picks up the broke phone's reciever again and walks over to the door. He opens the door and an attractive Mexican-American young woman stands before a naked Chance.

cVc: This phone will not make long distance phone calls but ill forgive you right now if you shut that door and accept the penis tucked under this championship belt into your mouth until you feel baby gravy lather up that fuckhole you call a mouth?

The woman looks shocked at the comments and the man before her wearing a crazy looking mask. "I'm a really big deal", Chance exclaims. She smiles big and reaches undermeath his Southern Heritage Championship belt as he shuts the door back.

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