Crystal & the washed up hasbeen
Feb 25, 2023 15:05:09 GMT -5
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Post by Crystal Sharpe on Feb 25, 2023 15:05:09 GMT -5
You click into the OCW Network and find a mysterious new video upload entitled just “Crystal & the washed up hasbeen” which already has a view counter showing that a grand total of five whole people have already clicked into and watched this upload. The website layout is much like YouTube of old where you can see the like/dislike ratio, suspiciously of the five watches, four of them have already hit the down vote thumbs down button, the remaining person not bothering to hit either thumb at all. Despite this, just out of sheer morbid curiosity, you go on and begin to watch what is in front of you.
As the video begins, a very grainy, at first black and white camera shot is seen which is clearly still being adjusted until it turns into color and the fuzziness disappears. Once this happens a somewhat familiar woman’s voice can be hear as she begins.
”Once upon a time there was a mighty Champion, the mightiest champion who ever did champion. Everyone wanted to either be with him, or understandable even be him as he was looked upon as the most amazing hero in all the land. The women swooned, the other men almost killed themselves just out of jealousy. He was known as the Savage Champion, a title that now… no longer even existed. Why? Maybe because the evil Marcus Welsh knew no one else could ever compare or even hold such a title themselves successfully…
The woman can be heard briefly pausing as she lets out of deep, very dramatic sigh.
”And then everything changed and everything went to hell. The “hero” turned into everything I despised and became nothing but a worthless, good for nothing, piece of TRASH! Who couldn’t even afford to support his wife LET ALONE HIS SIX CHILDREN!!! Logan just… urghhhhhh! He makes me SICK!!! He’s so lucky he has me! I’m the greatest thing that’s ever happened to him and…
As the woman continues to now angrily ramble on, the camera pans and now finally shows Crystal Sharpe sitting by a very cheap looking electric fireplace that was not switched on, sitting in a shabby looking chair surrounded by six young children who were all kneeling on the floor looking up at the deranged, psychotic woman. She is quickly interrupted though as she hears the front door of the home open up and her expression immediately switches from that or pure disgust to extremely happy and overjoyed. Almost as if she was now looking at someone who had been gone for a very long time and had finally returned to her.
Crystal: Darling! You’re finally back! I was just reading the children a story all about how wonderful you are!
He burped out a toxic arrangement of gasses fueled by last nights terrible rendition of ‘Crytals Famous Clam Chowder’. Whose trashcan had she managed to forage that creation from? Former star that sprinkled used heroin needles among an OCW audience, Logan-one name, poked his head into the trailer ruins they called home.
Logan: Honey… I’m home.
Shoving his palm into the forehead of a small child, he pushed the shit aside, and planted his romp onto the couch beside Crystal.
Logan: Couldn’t find a single pawn or sketchy side corner that’d buy. Any luck with you?
He was referring to of course pawning or selling off one of the little ones to help with their current financial predicament.
Logan: Illegal they said. Yes, well, what isn’t these days…
Crystal’s happy, very loved up expression quickly changes as she once again looks at Logan with anger and fury raging within her. She quickly snaps at him as she gets into his face.
Crystal: I don’t even want to hear it, Logan! You’re supposed to be looking after ME! And making sure my life is amazing and that I have EVERYTHING that I want! Maybe stop popping out fucking children if you can’t even afford to support them… and most importantly… ME!!!
Crystal grabs Logan around his bottom jaw as she glares at him angrily but her anger immediately fades, creepily so and she instead plants a hard kiss onto his lips instead.
Crystal: Look at you! You’re so cute!
And you’re still a bipolar mess, he thought with the perk of an eyebrow. It had been a few long days since he tried to murder her. Perhaps she was rubbing off on him.
Logan: Well if you hadn’t let yourself go…
Referring to the measly three pounds she gained during the pandemic.
Logan: Then maybe I’d have a tad more motivation to bring home some bacon, but.. since you’re just goin’ to eat it up anyway...
The corners of his mouth lifted, a spontaneous explosion of laughter dying to burst at any second. This quickly fades though as Crystal once again returns to being infuriated as she now punches Logan hard across his face before proceeding to scream psychotically at him.
Crystal: Call me fat again! Call me fucking fat one more time! I swear to god I’ll kill each and every one of your babies!
Crystal’s anger creepily fades again as she gently places her hand onto Logan’s cheek, the very same cheek she’d just slammed her fist into.
Crystal: I’d never hurt you though, honey. I love you so much!
Crystal says this as she looks at Logan in an extremely deranged, love struck way.
Logan: You insane brat!
He pushed himself, along with another kid, off the couch.
Logan: I will not be treated like one of your bald middle aged cilents.
To what he was referring to was anyone's guess.
Logan: You’ve been the curse of me, you know. Ever since you came into my life OCW shutdown, no other wrestling promotions will hire me, I still can’t think of a last name. All of this has you to blame - your little psychotic stamp embedded in my failure.
While he continued jabbering on as he usually did with this exact rant on a daily basis, a recent taping of OCW played on the television in the background. Had Crystal been paying attention to what Logan had been saying to her, she probably would have been offended by his words, instead she’d just been staring at him still very love struck and crazy about him. After a while she notices that Logan is not paying attention to her and this quickly snaps her out of her almost trance like state as she looks across at the television which she had incorrectly assumed had taken Logan’s attention away from her.
Crystal: Are they really more important than me?! Who even are they?!
Crystal says as the screen was currently showing PIC, the current OCW Champion. She crosses her arms in a huff not happy at all.
Crystal: Some no body no one’s ever heard of before is more important than your super smoking hot wife?!
Logan: What in the lunatic are you on about now -
He too has now noticed the television, along with OCW’s return. Holding his jaw, rather to keep it from dropping or to rub out the punch Crystal gave him; his attention held to the screen too.
Logan: … no call. No text. No letter? We’re leaving.
He yanked Crystal by the arm and began dragging her along with him to the front door. Crystal is now a little bit confused, however she doesn’t try and pull away from Logan as she of course loved it whenever he touched her.
Crystal: Ummmm, what about your children, honey? Are they coming too?
Logan: You mean our children, sugar poo? Of course. I’m sure the wonderful parents will be awake soon.
His eyes darted from the closet door they hid the unconscious couple in back to Crystal's debating expression spread over her face. The smell of decay was beginning to set in.
Logan: Not again, Crystal. How much did you give them?
Crystal looks at Logan with big puppy dog eyes as he questions what she considered to be loving actions.
Crystal: I just thought maybe you’d decide to finally get pregnant if you saw what it was like to have children all to ourselves, baby.
Crystal looks Logan up and down as she looks at him curiously.
Crystal: You can get pregnant, right? Because there’s no chance in hell that I’m wrecking my figure to have one of those disgusting things!
He thought about ending her then and there with the other two dead dumb bells - he’d make it worth a tissue, have her look at the rabbits and flowers. She wouldn’t see it coming, not that she saw any of much ever coming. However a small piece of him wanted to carry on with the mentally disabled girl and see out all the fun challenges that came.
Logan: You’re getting smarter and smarter all the time.
He claimed with a sarcastic grin.
Logan: Whadda say my little genius, let’s blow this joint, and go see a guy who knows a guy who might know another guy about OCW.
A zippo lighter slid from his hand to hers. Crystal of course gets very excited just at the mere thought of going anywhere with the man she was literally crazy about as she takes hold of the lighter.
Crystal: You want me to burn OCW down to the ground alongside all the so called “champions”, baby? You know I’ll always do anything for you. I could and WOULD happily kill all of them… especially that stupid brunette girl… and make it all look like an accident. Oops! Hahahaha!
Crystal playfully demonstrates what she’d be willing to do to OCW for her husband as she lights up the zippo, but as she does so she accidentally drops it and instead the trailer sets on fire instead, instantly roaring up into a blaze as if the whole place had been dosed in gasoline.
Crystal: …Oops!
Precisely what he hoped the small witted blonde would accomplish with the evidence peeping, spewing, and smelling up the place. Whatever means of filming caught a flame as well, and the screen faded in a marriage of fire and smoke.
Written by Logan and Crystal.
As the video begins, a very grainy, at first black and white camera shot is seen which is clearly still being adjusted until it turns into color and the fuzziness disappears. Once this happens a somewhat familiar woman’s voice can be hear as she begins.
”Once upon a time there was a mighty Champion, the mightiest champion who ever did champion. Everyone wanted to either be with him, or understandable even be him as he was looked upon as the most amazing hero in all the land. The women swooned, the other men almost killed themselves just out of jealousy. He was known as the Savage Champion, a title that now… no longer even existed. Why? Maybe because the evil Marcus Welsh knew no one else could ever compare or even hold such a title themselves successfully…
The woman can be heard briefly pausing as she lets out of deep, very dramatic sigh.
”And then everything changed and everything went to hell. The “hero” turned into everything I despised and became nothing but a worthless, good for nothing, piece of TRASH! Who couldn’t even afford to support his wife LET ALONE HIS SIX CHILDREN!!! Logan just… urghhhhhh! He makes me SICK!!! He’s so lucky he has me! I’m the greatest thing that’s ever happened to him and…
As the woman continues to now angrily ramble on, the camera pans and now finally shows Crystal Sharpe sitting by a very cheap looking electric fireplace that was not switched on, sitting in a shabby looking chair surrounded by six young children who were all kneeling on the floor looking up at the deranged, psychotic woman. She is quickly interrupted though as she hears the front door of the home open up and her expression immediately switches from that or pure disgust to extremely happy and overjoyed. Almost as if she was now looking at someone who had been gone for a very long time and had finally returned to her.
Crystal: Darling! You’re finally back! I was just reading the children a story all about how wonderful you are!
He burped out a toxic arrangement of gasses fueled by last nights terrible rendition of ‘Crytals Famous Clam Chowder’. Whose trashcan had she managed to forage that creation from? Former star that sprinkled used heroin needles among an OCW audience, Logan-one name, poked his head into the trailer ruins they called home.
Logan: Honey… I’m home.
Shoving his palm into the forehead of a small child, he pushed the shit aside, and planted his romp onto the couch beside Crystal.
Logan: Couldn’t find a single pawn or sketchy side corner that’d buy. Any luck with you?
He was referring to of course pawning or selling off one of the little ones to help with their current financial predicament.
Logan: Illegal they said. Yes, well, what isn’t these days…
Crystal’s happy, very loved up expression quickly changes as she once again looks at Logan with anger and fury raging within her. She quickly snaps at him as she gets into his face.
Crystal: I don’t even want to hear it, Logan! You’re supposed to be looking after ME! And making sure my life is amazing and that I have EVERYTHING that I want! Maybe stop popping out fucking children if you can’t even afford to support them… and most importantly… ME!!!
Crystal grabs Logan around his bottom jaw as she glares at him angrily but her anger immediately fades, creepily so and she instead plants a hard kiss onto his lips instead.
Crystal: Look at you! You’re so cute!
And you’re still a bipolar mess, he thought with the perk of an eyebrow. It had been a few long days since he tried to murder her. Perhaps she was rubbing off on him.
Logan: Well if you hadn’t let yourself go…
Referring to the measly three pounds she gained during the pandemic.
Logan: Then maybe I’d have a tad more motivation to bring home some bacon, but.. since you’re just goin’ to eat it up anyway...
The corners of his mouth lifted, a spontaneous explosion of laughter dying to burst at any second. This quickly fades though as Crystal once again returns to being infuriated as she now punches Logan hard across his face before proceeding to scream psychotically at him.
Crystal: Call me fat again! Call me fucking fat one more time! I swear to god I’ll kill each and every one of your babies!
Crystal’s anger creepily fades again as she gently places her hand onto Logan’s cheek, the very same cheek she’d just slammed her fist into.
Crystal: I’d never hurt you though, honey. I love you so much!
Crystal says this as she looks at Logan in an extremely deranged, love struck way.
Logan: You insane brat!
He pushed himself, along with another kid, off the couch.
Logan: I will not be treated like one of your bald middle aged cilents.
To what he was referring to was anyone's guess.
Logan: You’ve been the curse of me, you know. Ever since you came into my life OCW shutdown, no other wrestling promotions will hire me, I still can’t think of a last name. All of this has you to blame - your little psychotic stamp embedded in my failure.
While he continued jabbering on as he usually did with this exact rant on a daily basis, a recent taping of OCW played on the television in the background. Had Crystal been paying attention to what Logan had been saying to her, she probably would have been offended by his words, instead she’d just been staring at him still very love struck and crazy about him. After a while she notices that Logan is not paying attention to her and this quickly snaps her out of her almost trance like state as she looks across at the television which she had incorrectly assumed had taken Logan’s attention away from her.
Crystal: Are they really more important than me?! Who even are they?!
Crystal says as the screen was currently showing PIC, the current OCW Champion. She crosses her arms in a huff not happy at all.
Crystal: Some no body no one’s ever heard of before is more important than your super smoking hot wife?!
Logan: What in the lunatic are you on about now -
He too has now noticed the television, along with OCW’s return. Holding his jaw, rather to keep it from dropping or to rub out the punch Crystal gave him; his attention held to the screen too.
Logan: … no call. No text. No letter? We’re leaving.
He yanked Crystal by the arm and began dragging her along with him to the front door. Crystal is now a little bit confused, however she doesn’t try and pull away from Logan as she of course loved it whenever he touched her.
Crystal: Ummmm, what about your children, honey? Are they coming too?
Logan: You mean our children, sugar poo? Of course. I’m sure the wonderful parents will be awake soon.
His eyes darted from the closet door they hid the unconscious couple in back to Crystal's debating expression spread over her face. The smell of decay was beginning to set in.
Logan: Not again, Crystal. How much did you give them?
Crystal looks at Logan with big puppy dog eyes as he questions what she considered to be loving actions.
Crystal: I just thought maybe you’d decide to finally get pregnant if you saw what it was like to have children all to ourselves, baby.
Crystal looks Logan up and down as she looks at him curiously.
Crystal: You can get pregnant, right? Because there’s no chance in hell that I’m wrecking my figure to have one of those disgusting things!
He thought about ending her then and there with the other two dead dumb bells - he’d make it worth a tissue, have her look at the rabbits and flowers. She wouldn’t see it coming, not that she saw any of much ever coming. However a small piece of him wanted to carry on with the mentally disabled girl and see out all the fun challenges that came.
Logan: You’re getting smarter and smarter all the time.
He claimed with a sarcastic grin.
Logan: Whadda say my little genius, let’s blow this joint, and go see a guy who knows a guy who might know another guy about OCW.
A zippo lighter slid from his hand to hers. Crystal of course gets very excited just at the mere thought of going anywhere with the man she was literally crazy about as she takes hold of the lighter.
Crystal: You want me to burn OCW down to the ground alongside all the so called “champions”, baby? You know I’ll always do anything for you. I could and WOULD happily kill all of them… especially that stupid brunette girl… and make it all look like an accident. Oops! Hahahaha!
Crystal playfully demonstrates what she’d be willing to do to OCW for her husband as she lights up the zippo, but as she does so she accidentally drops it and instead the trailer sets on fire instead, instantly roaring up into a blaze as if the whole place had been dosed in gasoline.
Crystal: …Oops!
Precisely what he hoped the small witted blonde would accomplish with the evidence peeping, spewing, and smelling up the place. Whatever means of filming caught a flame as well, and the screen faded in a marriage of fire and smoke.
Written by Logan and Crystal.