Post by Tyrone "Crazy Boy" Smith on Feb 29, 2016 17:54:51 GMT -5
The smoke has cleared and the dust has settled and everyone has left the arena. All except for one person. Veteran PCW superstar, Tyrone "Crazy Boy" Smith is seen laying down in the middle of the ring. He is seen with blood on the side of his face, his eyes closed, a scowl on his face. He has once again come up short in a championship match, losing to Q for the Underground Championship. Once again, success has slipped from his capable grasp.
He was once known as the Hardcore King in various efeds. There were times he was once one of the most feared individuals in the hardcore circuit. Now, he is a shell of his former self. A pitiful man that no matter what, cannot get up over the hurdles that have been placed in front of him.
Tyrone slowly gets up from the ring and shakes his head slowly, his face slowly turning green. Thoughts of envy and jealousy fill the superstars mind as his mind races of Q, Alexa Black and others passing him by, leaving him in the dust.
As the feelings of jealousy grow larger, he can see a flash of Nathan Saniti's face. He gasps in terror and falls back to the mat, everything fading to black.
A sleeping Crazy Boy suddenly wakes up with a startle. The bedroom is dimly lit, with the only light coming from the moonlight that bathes the floor and the foot of the bed. The matted long blonde hair is plastered on his forehead as you can see drops of sweat falling down his face.
He sighs and slides his feet to the floor and stands up, shuffling toward the bathroom. As he turns on the light, he looks at the mirror, his eyes looking lifeless and tired. He shakes his head and splashes some water on his face.
What just happened? Did what Nathan Saniti do to me have THAT much of an effect on my psyche? Am I THAT jealous of everyone around me? Am I that envious of everyone? I've had an illustrious career in my nearly 20 years of wrestling. I shouldn't be envious of anyone.
Another splash of water on the tired face as he looks around the bathroom, the house eerily quiet.
And what was that with Q? The match hasn't even happened yet. Why am I losing to him in my mind? He isn't that much better than me. Hell, I've beaten him a few times in my career. I've solved the engima before, so why suddenly am I thinking I have no chance in hell against him? It doesn't make any sense whatsoever.
Crazy Boy turns the light off and quietly shuffles across the bedroom floor to not wake his sleeping wife as he softly opens the bedroom door and creeps down the hallway, passing his daughter's room. He takes a quick peek inside, seeing Shayla sleeping soundly. He smiles and tiptoes through the living room and softly opens the balcony door. The cool air and breeze cause his hair to be unmatted from his forehead and wave freely around his face.
He takes a few steps and leans on the balcony rail, his thoughts continuing to run rampant in his unstable mind.
I have what it takes to beat Q and become the Underground Champion. I've solved the mystery before and I can do it again. I just have to win THIS one match and after so long, I'll have another title around my waist. Q has improved a lot over the year, but it's not gonna be enough. After the hell I've been through with Alexa Black and the (un)Stable, I can handle anything. I can handle one guy that chooses to hide his identity.
A heavy sigh can be heard as he stares out in the darkness, the sound of the waves crashing on the beach. He closes his eyes and lets all the sounds hit his eardrums.
I am NOT jealous. I am just going to go out there and do my job and finally get over this huge hurdle that has been in front of me for so long. At Trauma 188, I will beat Q and win the vacant Underground Championship, my body and health be damned.
Tyrone turns back around and heads back toward the living room. As he opens up the door, he stops dead in his tracks and turns around, a strange smile on his face.
"Blood will be spilled, Q, and it sure as hell not going to be mine."
The Crazy One turns back around and slowly walks back inside, closing the door behind him as the short and sweet promo comes to an end.
Static and Fade.
End.
He was once known as the Hardcore King in various efeds. There were times he was once one of the most feared individuals in the hardcore circuit. Now, he is a shell of his former self. A pitiful man that no matter what, cannot get up over the hurdles that have been placed in front of him.
Tyrone slowly gets up from the ring and shakes his head slowly, his face slowly turning green. Thoughts of envy and jealousy fill the superstars mind as his mind races of Q, Alexa Black and others passing him by, leaving him in the dust.
As the feelings of jealousy grow larger, he can see a flash of Nathan Saniti's face. He gasps in terror and falls back to the mat, everything fading to black.
A sleeping Crazy Boy suddenly wakes up with a startle. The bedroom is dimly lit, with the only light coming from the moonlight that bathes the floor and the foot of the bed. The matted long blonde hair is plastered on his forehead as you can see drops of sweat falling down his face.
He sighs and slides his feet to the floor and stands up, shuffling toward the bathroom. As he turns on the light, he looks at the mirror, his eyes looking lifeless and tired. He shakes his head and splashes some water on his face.
What just happened? Did what Nathan Saniti do to me have THAT much of an effect on my psyche? Am I THAT jealous of everyone around me? Am I that envious of everyone? I've had an illustrious career in my nearly 20 years of wrestling. I shouldn't be envious of anyone.
Another splash of water on the tired face as he looks around the bathroom, the house eerily quiet.
And what was that with Q? The match hasn't even happened yet. Why am I losing to him in my mind? He isn't that much better than me. Hell, I've beaten him a few times in my career. I've solved the engima before, so why suddenly am I thinking I have no chance in hell against him? It doesn't make any sense whatsoever.
Crazy Boy turns the light off and quietly shuffles across the bedroom floor to not wake his sleeping wife as he softly opens the bedroom door and creeps down the hallway, passing his daughter's room. He takes a quick peek inside, seeing Shayla sleeping soundly. He smiles and tiptoes through the living room and softly opens the balcony door. The cool air and breeze cause his hair to be unmatted from his forehead and wave freely around his face.
He takes a few steps and leans on the balcony rail, his thoughts continuing to run rampant in his unstable mind.
I have what it takes to beat Q and become the Underground Champion. I've solved the mystery before and I can do it again. I just have to win THIS one match and after so long, I'll have another title around my waist. Q has improved a lot over the year, but it's not gonna be enough. After the hell I've been through with Alexa Black and the (un)Stable, I can handle anything. I can handle one guy that chooses to hide his identity.
A heavy sigh can be heard as he stares out in the darkness, the sound of the waves crashing on the beach. He closes his eyes and lets all the sounds hit his eardrums.
I am NOT jealous. I am just going to go out there and do my job and finally get over this huge hurdle that has been in front of me for so long. At Trauma 188, I will beat Q and win the vacant Underground Championship, my body and health be damned.
Tyrone turns back around and heads back toward the living room. As he opens up the door, he stops dead in his tracks and turns around, a strange smile on his face.
"Blood will be spilled, Q, and it sure as hell not going to be mine."
The Crazy One turns back around and slowly walks back inside, closing the door behind him as the short and sweet promo comes to an end.
Static and Fade.
End.
