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Off Camera
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“We’re so glad you came, Dr. Van Stanton,”
That is the
fearful voice of clinical psychiatrist Debby Brown as she walks up the sidewalk
in Palm Beach, Florida that leads to her offices. Dr. Brown is wearing a white lab coat, white
pants, and white tennis shoes. Her long brown
hair hangs unrestrained to shoulder length.
Next to her is none other than Dr. Van Stanton, Dr. HENRY Van Stanton,
former president of Global Championship Wrestling and current manager of
wrestling athletes. Henry is wearing a
pair of dark purple slacks, a black button up shirt, and a matching dark purple
jacket.
“To be honest,” Dr. Brown sighs “we were beginning to lose hope.”
“Dr. Brown,” Henry says, not batting an
eye or changing his expression “I must
admit that I am surprised.”
“Why?”
“Well, it is my experience that there is,
surprisingly, always hope.”
Debby Brown
sighs deeply, nodding her head. “You are
much more of an optimist than we are, Dr. Van Stanton.”
Henry Van
Stanton frowns. He looks away from
Debby, staring off into the distance.
“You would be surprised.”
“Well,” they come to a stop at a door “here we are.”
Dr. Brown
opens the door and steps inside. Van
Stanton follows in after her.
“So, where is she?” Henry asks
impatiently.
“Through this door.”
Debby walks
down a hall, with Henry Van Stanton following her closely behind. They come to a door and Debby opens it. Inside Debby is shocked and appalled to find
Crystal Swift forcing herself upon the nurse.
“Ms. Swift!”
Debby rushes
in to pull Crystal off of the nurse.
Debby is indeed shocked and appalled but Henry just chuckles silently to
himself. Debby motions for the nurse to
leave.
“Get out of here, Samantha!”
She doesn’t
have to be told twice. The nurse quickly
runs out of the door.
“CALL ME!” Crystal shouts out loudly.
“Crystal!” Debby exclaims, getting
Crystal’s attention. “Please, focus! Please calm down!”
“But I can’t!” Crystal insists. “She forgot something!”
“It isn’t important.” Debby assures her.
“Oh but it is important.” Crystal
produces what appears to be a pair of pink panties. “Wouldn’t YOU want to have your panties back if I stole them?”
“You…” Debby’s eyes grow wide with shock
“…Crystal?!”
Debby
snatches the panties out of her hands and studies them for a few moments. “These….”
She looks at
Crystal with shock “…these ARE my
panties!”
Crystal
winks at her. “You are such a tease!”
“Why you little…”
Debby is
enraged to the point that she wants to strangle Crystal but, lucky for her
practice and for Crystal, Henry gets in between the two of them. He glares at Debby.
“Let me handle this, Dr. Brown…”
He turns to
face Crystal who is grinning from ear to ear with a look of sheer mischief on
her face.
“Tell me the truth, Crystal.” He leans
in close. “Are you bored?”
She nods her
head quickly and rapidly. “Uh-huh!”
He motions
to the door. “Then come with me, we’ll
have fun, you and I. No more of this
boring drivel Dr. Brown is shoving down your throat. How does that sound?”
“Sounds like my kinda party!” Crystal
starts jumping up and down. “Where do I
sign up?”
“I object!” Dr. Brown stands up. “You can’t just do this, Doctor…”
“I can and I am.” Henry responds. “You told me on the way here that you wanted
someone to take her off of your hands. I
am willing to do that. But I am taking her off of your hands no strings
attached. Meaning I get to do what I
want with her.”
“But
she needs help, Doctor. Real help. This is only feeding into her delusions.”
“What she needs is something you cannot
provide. Trust me, Dr. Brown, I know
what I’m doing.”
Debby looks
at the doctor and then at Crystal. She
sighs and nods her head, relenting.
“Fine…she’s yours…but if, no WHEN this
fails, I am NOT taking her back!”
Henry grins
knowingly. “Don’t worry, Dr. Brown, you
won’t have to.”
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On Camera
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The chaotic
neutral person lives their life on a whim and spontaneity. They have a general disdain for order and
predicting their next action is impossible.
Unpredictability is the only predictable part of the chaotic neutral
person.
I am Crystal
Swift and I am the living breathing embodiment of chaotic neutral! I don’t want anyone telling me what I should
or should not do. I do not want societal
norms telling me what I should or should not do. I take great joy out of breaking every social
taboo there is. I take great joy out of
breaking any and every rule set before me.
It’s fun. It turns me on!
Now I wasn’t
always like this. I used to be a normal
cute chick like the other broads entering this battle royal. But then I lost a wrestling match to Summer
Collins and as a result I became her slave for damn near a year.
Now a lot
can happen to someone who spent as long as I did in servitude to that bitch. One possibility is that person could grow more
and more rebellious until they reach their breaking point at which point they
fight for their freedom! Another possibility
is Stockholm Syndrome, where they just accept their role!
A third
possibility is that the long period of torment and torture would slowly erode
away at the person’s psyche. It would
slowly erode away at their sanity, driving them crazy, until you get what you
see before you today…chaotic crazy!
Chaotic neutral!
Now I’m
entering this SCW End of Year Open Invitational thingy, and I guess I’m
expected to, y’know, fight and win and stuff.
That’s what wrestling society expects.
But you know me, I like to buck the damn trend! I like to do whatever the hell I feel like
whenever I feel like it!
So who knows
what I will feel like doing when the time comes. Who knows what I WILL do when the time
comes? No one knows. Not even me.
And that’s what makes me oh so dangerous! I might hurt others, I might hurt myself…
…or maybe I’ll
just have force myself upon the first guy I can get my hands on and fuck him
all during the match? That sounds like
fun.
My
unpredictability is the only thing you can count on when it comes to Crystal
Swift!
