Post by Tyrone "Crazy Boy" Smith on Feb 15, 2016 15:04:20 GMT -5
The scene opens with veteran superstar Tyrone "Crazy Boy" Smith walking down a boardwalk parallel to the Gulf of Mexico in his hometown of Biloxi, Mississippi. The sun is setting in the horizon, giving the water a sparkly effect. You can see boats sailing in the horizon, giving the scenery almost a surreal glow. As the veteran superstar continues his stroll down the boardwalk, he starts to speak, his voice almost sounding a little tired.
"I've had a enough of Alexa Black. This charade has gone on long enough. Her gloating and sadistic ways are gonna end, one away of another. It's just the way the business goes sometimes, and Alexa has gotten the best of me so far, but there's one thing she hasn't done. She hasn't put me down. And I'm going to continue to go after her, stupidity be damned. Maybe I've taken too many blows to the head, but someone has to put her down once and for all."
He steadies his pace of his walking right down, his long blonde hair waving around his face in a windy mess. A younger couple walks past him in the other direction as he smiles, continuing to speak.
"The past couple of matches haven't exactly went my way. I lost to Alexa in a Last Man standing match and Hiroshi Yukio. It's the way it goes sometimes, but my fortune is bound to turn sooner or later. And in the end, I'm going to end Alexa if it's the last thing I freaking do."
I know it seems hard to believe, but my mission is set before me. I HAVE to end Alexa's reign of destruction and bring a little peace of mind to PCW. I have an offer that I have for her that she will not be able to refuse, but I will reveal that for another time. Right now, I will be paying close attention to that Nathan Saniti/Alexa match. I hope that he knocks some sense into her."
He stops at a busy road intersection and presses the button to cross the road. As he waits for the light to turn green to cross, he looks around and looks around the surprising empty beach that lines up next to him. Even on the cold, blustery days, you usually see a couple of people on the beach. He sighs, watching the light turn green and making sure it's safe to cross the intersection as he continues to speak.
"I know I have a lot of work to do and Alexa will have to wait. After all I have match in the Underground Championship tournament to crown a new champion. And at Trauma 187, I will show everyone just exactly what I am capable of when I face off against Jury and Nick Black."
The Crazy One smiles from ear to ear as he gets to another intersection and turns to press the button to cross the street, watching a small wave of traffic fly past him.
"I have already beaten Jury a couple of times before, but I don't know much about Nick Black. He calls himself God's Machine. I'm not sure whether to laugh or hang my head in embarrassment. He's going to get a rude awakening at Trauma.
And since this is an Underground Championship tournament, Underground rules apply, which is right up my alley. There really are no rules and I can do whatever I want a drop of a dime. These guys literally are not going to know what will hit them."
Tyrone walks across the street and down a older looking sidewalk, a few buildings coming into view in the distance. He watches a younger couple pushing a stroller down the other side of the road as he sighs, lifting a side of his shirt up, revealing some deep scars on his side, which is one of the main reasons he wears a shirt while wrestling.
"There has always been a reason why I've been called Crazy Boy. Not only is it a nickname that I got when I first started wrestling with all the crazy moves that I did, it's also because of all that I have punished my body with over the years. These scars on my side right here is when I was in various matches over the years. Log Cabin Light Tube matches, Extreme Rules matches. You name it, I've done it."
You see, There was this brash little arrogant prick named Ethan Leers in a federation that I was in. He was as hardcore as they come and he was the one that came up with the Log Cabin Light Tube Match. The object is to throw one of your opponents through a structure made out of light tubes twice. Skin was shredded and bones were broken, but you know what happened?
I won the match. I beat Leers at his own game and retained my title that I held. I've been hit with so many chairs, tables, been beaten by ladders, kendo sticks, anything imaginable and I'm still standing. So go ahead and try your tactics, guys. Anything you can dish out, I can take it. These scars prove everything."
Crazy Boy grins from ear to ear as he walks up to a little plaza full of shops and buildings. In the middle sits a larger building, a bright sign hanging over it that reads "Carlos's Gym and Fitness Center." He stands in front of the building and turns around, staring at some of the bustle that is in the plaza.
"Even if you two decide to try to double team me to try to overtake me, I know how to get out of situations when it matters. I know how to get out of double team situations and know the proper strategy to take on any kind of situation. I'll see you guys at Trauma and remember...
They do not call me Crazy Boy for nothing."
Tyrone turns around and enters the gym, which belongs to his older brother, Carlos and disappears into the small crowd of patrons inside, as the screen fades to black.
Static and fade.
End.
"I've had a enough of Alexa Black. This charade has gone on long enough. Her gloating and sadistic ways are gonna end, one away of another. It's just the way the business goes sometimes, and Alexa has gotten the best of me so far, but there's one thing she hasn't done. She hasn't put me down. And I'm going to continue to go after her, stupidity be damned. Maybe I've taken too many blows to the head, but someone has to put her down once and for all."
He steadies his pace of his walking right down, his long blonde hair waving around his face in a windy mess. A younger couple walks past him in the other direction as he smiles, continuing to speak.
"The past couple of matches haven't exactly went my way. I lost to Alexa in a Last Man standing match and Hiroshi Yukio. It's the way it goes sometimes, but my fortune is bound to turn sooner or later. And in the end, I'm going to end Alexa if it's the last thing I freaking do."
I know it seems hard to believe, but my mission is set before me. I HAVE to end Alexa's reign of destruction and bring a little peace of mind to PCW. I have an offer that I have for her that she will not be able to refuse, but I will reveal that for another time. Right now, I will be paying close attention to that Nathan Saniti/Alexa match. I hope that he knocks some sense into her."
He stops at a busy road intersection and presses the button to cross the road. As he waits for the light to turn green to cross, he looks around and looks around the surprising empty beach that lines up next to him. Even on the cold, blustery days, you usually see a couple of people on the beach. He sighs, watching the light turn green and making sure it's safe to cross the intersection as he continues to speak.
"I know I have a lot of work to do and Alexa will have to wait. After all I have match in the Underground Championship tournament to crown a new champion. And at Trauma 187, I will show everyone just exactly what I am capable of when I face off against Jury and Nick Black."
The Crazy One smiles from ear to ear as he gets to another intersection and turns to press the button to cross the street, watching a small wave of traffic fly past him.
"I have already beaten Jury a couple of times before, but I don't know much about Nick Black. He calls himself God's Machine. I'm not sure whether to laugh or hang my head in embarrassment. He's going to get a rude awakening at Trauma.
And since this is an Underground Championship tournament, Underground rules apply, which is right up my alley. There really are no rules and I can do whatever I want a drop of a dime. These guys literally are not going to know what will hit them."
Tyrone walks across the street and down a older looking sidewalk, a few buildings coming into view in the distance. He watches a younger couple pushing a stroller down the other side of the road as he sighs, lifting a side of his shirt up, revealing some deep scars on his side, which is one of the main reasons he wears a shirt while wrestling.
"There has always been a reason why I've been called Crazy Boy. Not only is it a nickname that I got when I first started wrestling with all the crazy moves that I did, it's also because of all that I have punished my body with over the years. These scars on my side right here is when I was in various matches over the years. Log Cabin Light Tube matches, Extreme Rules matches. You name it, I've done it."
You see, There was this brash little arrogant prick named Ethan Leers in a federation that I was in. He was as hardcore as they come and he was the one that came up with the Log Cabin Light Tube Match. The object is to throw one of your opponents through a structure made out of light tubes twice. Skin was shredded and bones were broken, but you know what happened?
I won the match. I beat Leers at his own game and retained my title that I held. I've been hit with so many chairs, tables, been beaten by ladders, kendo sticks, anything imaginable and I'm still standing. So go ahead and try your tactics, guys. Anything you can dish out, I can take it. These scars prove everything."
Crazy Boy grins from ear to ear as he walks up to a little plaza full of shops and buildings. In the middle sits a larger building, a bright sign hanging over it that reads "Carlos's Gym and Fitness Center." He stands in front of the building and turns around, staring at some of the bustle that is in the plaza.
"Even if you two decide to try to double team me to try to overtake me, I know how to get out of situations when it matters. I know how to get out of double team situations and know the proper strategy to take on any kind of situation. I'll see you guys at Trauma and remember...
They do not call me Crazy Boy for nothing."
Tyrone turns around and enters the gym, which belongs to his older brother, Carlos and disappears into the small crowd of patrons inside, as the screen fades to black.
Static and fade.
End.