Post by Tyrone "Crazy Boy" Smith on Jan 15, 2016 19:53:18 GMT -5
The Crazy One is seen outside of a hospital, a huge scowl on his face. You can see a row of stitches across his forehead. You can see bandages creep up on the top of his shirt. Every step he takes, he winces in pain. The Last Man Standing match against Alexa Black left him almost broken and hurting more than he has in his whole career, but not for the match itself. The aftermath is what almost did him in. But Alexa missed one thing.
She didn't finish the veteran superstar off. He is still standing. He may be hurting and barely able to walk, but he will recover and when he does...
Alexa is going to become Tyrone's bitch.
A few days later, Tyrone is laying down on his couch in his beach house, still wincing in pain, although looking a bit better than what he was before. The stitches are still running across his forehead, but the wound is looking a lot better. His eyes are closed, but you can hear him mumbling something to himself.
"Alexa... Alexa, you bitch. I swear that I will end you. You crossed the line for the last time. Even with me not at 100%, I will be at Trauma and I will f*cking end you."
You can hear a sigh in the background as Crazy Boy's wife, Cassie, shuffles up and stand behind the couch, shaking her head.
"You still rattling on about this, Ty? I know you are pissed. I know Alexa really did a number on you, but you are still hurt. You can barely move. I know you have a match coming up, but are you sure you are capable to go out there? You aren't even close to being 100%."
You can hear a snarl from the couch as The Crazy One forces himself up and stares at Cassie, a menacing sneer on his face.
"Alexa f*cked with me for the last time. I don't care if Justin Kaard is in this match to, I want Alexa. I want her to feel exactly what I have felt in the past few days. I want to see her bleed. I want to see her carried off in a damn stretcher. I want to see her having to go to a hospital, eating out of a tube, stitches and bones nearly broken. I want to see her f*cking suffer."
Cassie goes wide eyed and takes a step back from her husband.
"You're scaring me, babe. I know you want revenge, but the way you are talking about is not the way to approach it. You are treading a very fine line right now. I want you to seriously think about this."
You can hear a chuckle from the couch as he forces his arm up and gestures expansively.
"There's nothing to think about. The bitch needs to pay once and for all. I just wanted this to end and move on with my life, but she made it beyond personal. She almost ended my wellbeing not only for me, but for my family. I am not going to take that sitting down. I don't care what shape I am in right now, I'm about to throw caution to the wind."
Cassie just sighs and walks away from Tyrone. You can hear her muttering to herself.
"It's your funeral, Ty. Just please be careful and think of me and Shayla. I don't want you to become a vegetable. You know how dangerous Alexa is. She almost ended your career. I don't want you to be too brash."
As Cassie disappears into the kitchen as The Crazy One forces himself up off the couch and walks toward the balcony. As he opens the door and closes it, he sits down in one of the chairs, letting the cold wind hit his face.
"Cassie isn't wrong. I may be going too far with this, delving too deep into this, but Alexa has really messed up. She has really started to question me trusting anyone in this business. Fool me once, Shame on you. Fool me twice, you're f*cked.
Alexa, this is going to end. This has gone on long enough. One way or the other, I will end this myself. I don't care what condition I am in, there is nothing that is going to stop me from entering that ring and beating the sh*t out of you.
And Justin, I know you are in this match to, but just stay out of my way. You can do whatever you want, but leave Alexa to me. This is between me and her. And if you get in my way, let's just say it won't end well for you. Just be a good boy and let me do what I need to do. I need closure. I don't generally ask for much, but I need to end this once and for all."
Tyrone sighs and rubs his forehead, almost scraping the stitches that line it.
"At Trauma, Alexa, you will be my bitch. You will feel EVERYTHING that I have felt in the past few days. I am going to
Make... you... f*cking.. suffer."
Crazy Boy pushes the camera over, hitting the balcony with a soft thud as it slowly fades to black.
Static and fade.
End.
She didn't finish the veteran superstar off. He is still standing. He may be hurting and barely able to walk, but he will recover and when he does...
Alexa is going to become Tyrone's bitch.
A few days later, Tyrone is laying down on his couch in his beach house, still wincing in pain, although looking a bit better than what he was before. The stitches are still running across his forehead, but the wound is looking a lot better. His eyes are closed, but you can hear him mumbling something to himself.
"Alexa... Alexa, you bitch. I swear that I will end you. You crossed the line for the last time. Even with me not at 100%, I will be at Trauma and I will f*cking end you."
You can hear a sigh in the background as Crazy Boy's wife, Cassie, shuffles up and stand behind the couch, shaking her head.
"You still rattling on about this, Ty? I know you are pissed. I know Alexa really did a number on you, but you are still hurt. You can barely move. I know you have a match coming up, but are you sure you are capable to go out there? You aren't even close to being 100%."
You can hear a snarl from the couch as The Crazy One forces himself up and stares at Cassie, a menacing sneer on his face.
"Alexa f*cked with me for the last time. I don't care if Justin Kaard is in this match to, I want Alexa. I want her to feel exactly what I have felt in the past few days. I want to see her bleed. I want to see her carried off in a damn stretcher. I want to see her having to go to a hospital, eating out of a tube, stitches and bones nearly broken. I want to see her f*cking suffer."
Cassie goes wide eyed and takes a step back from her husband.
"You're scaring me, babe. I know you want revenge, but the way you are talking about is not the way to approach it. You are treading a very fine line right now. I want you to seriously think about this."
You can hear a chuckle from the couch as he forces his arm up and gestures expansively.
"There's nothing to think about. The bitch needs to pay once and for all. I just wanted this to end and move on with my life, but she made it beyond personal. She almost ended my wellbeing not only for me, but for my family. I am not going to take that sitting down. I don't care what shape I am in right now, I'm about to throw caution to the wind."
Cassie just sighs and walks away from Tyrone. You can hear her muttering to herself.
"It's your funeral, Ty. Just please be careful and think of me and Shayla. I don't want you to become a vegetable. You know how dangerous Alexa is. She almost ended your career. I don't want you to be too brash."
As Cassie disappears into the kitchen as The Crazy One forces himself up off the couch and walks toward the balcony. As he opens the door and closes it, he sits down in one of the chairs, letting the cold wind hit his face.
"Cassie isn't wrong. I may be going too far with this, delving too deep into this, but Alexa has really messed up. She has really started to question me trusting anyone in this business. Fool me once, Shame on you. Fool me twice, you're f*cked.
Alexa, this is going to end. This has gone on long enough. One way or the other, I will end this myself. I don't care what condition I am in, there is nothing that is going to stop me from entering that ring and beating the sh*t out of you.
And Justin, I know you are in this match to, but just stay out of my way. You can do whatever you want, but leave Alexa to me. This is between me and her. And if you get in my way, let's just say it won't end well for you. Just be a good boy and let me do what I need to do. I need closure. I don't generally ask for much, but I need to end this once and for all."
Tyrone sighs and rubs his forehead, almost scraping the stitches that line it.
"At Trauma, Alexa, you will be my bitch. You will feel EVERYTHING that I have felt in the past few days. I am going to
Make... you... f*cking.. suffer."
Crazy Boy pushes the camera over, hitting the balcony with a soft thud as it slowly fades to black.
Static and fade.
End.
