Post by Tyrone "Crazy Boy" Smith on Nov 13, 2015 15:33:59 GMT -5
"These backstabbing bastards have finally pushed me over the edge. I'm tired of all these so called dependable people turning on me and leaving me high and dry. All of this time, I was mistrusting of the WRONG person. I thought it would have been Kelli Star to betray us, but in the end, it was my own tag team partner that stabbed me."
The scene zooms in on Tyrone "Crazy Boy" Smith sitting in his usual spot in the basement of his townhouse. The rotting chair shakes under Tyrone's weight as a smirk appears on the face of the demented superstar, the candlelight flickering on his face.
"In the end, now that I think about it, I shouldn't be surprised. I've never had much luck with tag team partners. Most of them have stabbed me in the back, got angry at me for some reason, or just flat out left me to crumble in the wind. It should have been no surprise to me that Alexa Black, the stupid bitch, would leave me high and dry sooner or later. Am I that bad to work with? I think I would be a trustworthy, dependable person to work with. I know that I have a few screws loose, but I know I can get the job done when it's all said and done, and no one seems to realize it."
The Crazy One shrugs his shoulders, a small chuckle escaping from his lips. He picks up the candle and gazes into the flame lovingly as he continues to speak.
"It's okay, though. It gives me an opportunity to break away from that wench and do things MY way. It wasn't like she was any useful for (un)Stable or Crazy Power anyway. In fact, I would consider her the weakest link of the whole experience. I thought my obsessions were bad, but her obsession of Kelli Star was overwhelming. It truly got in the way of the ultimate goal that we had in mind: getting rid of the Black Hand of PCW. Thanks to her, the Black Hand is stronger than ever and overall, I think the whole experience was pretty much a failure."
Crazy Boy sighs heavily as he shakes his head, a snicker filling the dark air of the basement.
"That doesn't mean I'm going to abandon the cause. I'm going to stick with Nathan and surprisingly, Kelli. My ultimate goal is still the same: removing the cancer from PCW known as the Black Hand. But my goals have shifted a little bit, but I won't linger on it too long. I have to remove the personal cancer from my life: the backstabbing bitch known as Alexa Black."
A light cackle escapes the lips of Tyrone's lips as the flicker of the candle dances on his face, his long blonde hair shimmering in the light, the candle light bouncing off the stone walls.
"Alexa. You just don't get it. I've been backstabbed so many times that I've grown accustomed to it. At Trauma 182, I plan on ending this and nipping it in the bud before it even begins. You can bring whoever you want to the fight, it doesn't matter to me. My only concern is you. This is a new beginning for me and a new attitude. It's time for me to carve my own path, but to do that, I have to remove the thorns in my life, and it starts with you Alexa.
The crazy One grins from ear to ear.
"After you are removed from my life, Alexa, I'll be moving on to bigger and better things. You can stay in your fantasy world for as long as you like. You can go on and backstab someone else and be your supposed "ruthless agressive" self. I'll laugh myself all the way to watching your career crumble before your very eyes. You are about to learn a hard lesson in life, Alexa, and your path to obscurity starts with me.
Your time is running out, Alexa. Enjoy it while it lasts, because at Trauma 182... your career is done."
Crazy Boy gets up from the chair, squeking under the weight as you can hear the stars creak underneath his feet as the door opens and closes at the top. The camera zooms in on the candle, the flame slowly flickering before fading out.
Static and fade.
End.
The scene zooms in on Tyrone "Crazy Boy" Smith sitting in his usual spot in the basement of his townhouse. The rotting chair shakes under Tyrone's weight as a smirk appears on the face of the demented superstar, the candlelight flickering on his face.
"In the end, now that I think about it, I shouldn't be surprised. I've never had much luck with tag team partners. Most of them have stabbed me in the back, got angry at me for some reason, or just flat out left me to crumble in the wind. It should have been no surprise to me that Alexa Black, the stupid bitch, would leave me high and dry sooner or later. Am I that bad to work with? I think I would be a trustworthy, dependable person to work with. I know that I have a few screws loose, but I know I can get the job done when it's all said and done, and no one seems to realize it."
The Crazy One shrugs his shoulders, a small chuckle escaping from his lips. He picks up the candle and gazes into the flame lovingly as he continues to speak.
"It's okay, though. It gives me an opportunity to break away from that wench and do things MY way. It wasn't like she was any useful for (un)Stable or Crazy Power anyway. In fact, I would consider her the weakest link of the whole experience. I thought my obsessions were bad, but her obsession of Kelli Star was overwhelming. It truly got in the way of the ultimate goal that we had in mind: getting rid of the Black Hand of PCW. Thanks to her, the Black Hand is stronger than ever and overall, I think the whole experience was pretty much a failure."
Crazy Boy sighs heavily as he shakes his head, a snicker filling the dark air of the basement.
"That doesn't mean I'm going to abandon the cause. I'm going to stick with Nathan and surprisingly, Kelli. My ultimate goal is still the same: removing the cancer from PCW known as the Black Hand. But my goals have shifted a little bit, but I won't linger on it too long. I have to remove the personal cancer from my life: the backstabbing bitch known as Alexa Black."
A light cackle escapes the lips of Tyrone's lips as the flicker of the candle dances on his face, his long blonde hair shimmering in the light, the candle light bouncing off the stone walls.
"Alexa. You just don't get it. I've been backstabbed so many times that I've grown accustomed to it. At Trauma 182, I plan on ending this and nipping it in the bud before it even begins. You can bring whoever you want to the fight, it doesn't matter to me. My only concern is you. This is a new beginning for me and a new attitude. It's time for me to carve my own path, but to do that, I have to remove the thorns in my life, and it starts with you Alexa.
The crazy One grins from ear to ear.
"After you are removed from my life, Alexa, I'll be moving on to bigger and better things. You can stay in your fantasy world for as long as you like. You can go on and backstab someone else and be your supposed "ruthless agressive" self. I'll laugh myself all the way to watching your career crumble before your very eyes. You are about to learn a hard lesson in life, Alexa, and your path to obscurity starts with me.
Your time is running out, Alexa. Enjoy it while it lasts, because at Trauma 182... your career is done."
Crazy Boy gets up from the chair, squeking under the weight as you can hear the stars creak underneath his feet as the door opens and closes at the top. The camera zooms in on the candle, the flame slowly flickering before fading out.
Static and fade.
End.