Post by Tyrone "Crazy Boy" Smith on Mar 14, 2016 15:31:20 GMT -5
"Mass Destruction VI. A match to possibly finally get me to stop being the laughingstock of PCW. I am going to have to have every ounce of determination and will power if I'm going to win this match and come out in one piece, But if you want a chance to win gold in this federation, sometimes you have to take risks. Sometimes you have to put your body on the line. Sometimes, you just have to do whatever it takes."
A small thwak is heard in the distance.
"A International Championship with Michael Wryght is not one to be trifled with. You have to have eyes on the back of the head with this guy. Every second you have a risk of getting pinned with one of his dangerous moves and watch your dreams and hopes get shattered. I have seen it happen on more than one occasion. Michael is as good as they come and Only one person will stand above the other person and have the ultimate prize."
Another thwak can be heard, a little louder, the sounding echoing in the quiet, dark room.
"Many people have been wondering if I am going to win a title again in PCW. There is a very simple response for that. In fact, I have two answers for that statement."
A couple more thwak's can be heard as a figure starts to shift into focus, a punching bag in front of him.
"The first answer is yes. Of course, my ultimate goal is to win the PCW World Heavyweight Championship, but there are so many good superstars that are in line for that, that my chances of actually winning that are slim at best. But that doesn't mean I'm going to roll over and let my chance for the International Championship slip away from me."
The figure shifts into focus as it is finally seen to be PCW Superstar Tyrone "Crazy Boy" Smith. He rears back and hits the punching bag, a loud thwak noise illuminating the room. Sweat drips down his brow, causing his long, blonde hair to stick to his forehead and become a matted mess.
"Another answer is I don't really know. I've WON a couple of titles in PCW before, but that seems like so long ago. I've had over 20 title matches in my PCW career, and only have won twice, both times the North American Championship. I hope that the train hasn't left the station and I'm past my prime, never to win a title again, watching everyone reach their respective levels of glory. I really hope that isn't the case and I come out the International Champion at Mass Destruction VI."
Crazy Boy grins from ear to ear as he continues to punch the punching bag, getting more consistent with the punches. The bag quivers with each punch.
"I am going to do everything in my power to make sure I win this match. If I win, that is just the cherry on the cake. I'm here to make a statement once and for all and the International Championship, I will finally show the naysayers that I still have a few years left in this aging bones."
A louder thwak as Tyrone's knuckles start to turn white and a shade of red from the impact as the punching bag quivers precariously.
"I'm satisfied with my career if I never win another title, but I just want to add on to my legacy. I want my name to be remembered for generations to come, and for the right reasons. I am going in there with the same mindset weather it was a title match or not and I know I have my work cut out for me, but one lucky break, one advantage is all I will need to make a splash and an impact in the federation."
One last massive punch and the punching bag falls off the chain and crashes on the floor. The Crazy One looks down at his fists and smile, standing over the punching bag for a bit and walks away from the camera, letting this short and sweet promo come to an end.
Static and fade.
End.
A small thwak is heard in the distance.
"A International Championship with Michael Wryght is not one to be trifled with. You have to have eyes on the back of the head with this guy. Every second you have a risk of getting pinned with one of his dangerous moves and watch your dreams and hopes get shattered. I have seen it happen on more than one occasion. Michael is as good as they come and Only one person will stand above the other person and have the ultimate prize."
Another thwak can be heard, a little louder, the sounding echoing in the quiet, dark room.
"Many people have been wondering if I am going to win a title again in PCW. There is a very simple response for that. In fact, I have two answers for that statement."
A couple more thwak's can be heard as a figure starts to shift into focus, a punching bag in front of him.
"The first answer is yes. Of course, my ultimate goal is to win the PCW World Heavyweight Championship, but there are so many good superstars that are in line for that, that my chances of actually winning that are slim at best. But that doesn't mean I'm going to roll over and let my chance for the International Championship slip away from me."
The figure shifts into focus as it is finally seen to be PCW Superstar Tyrone "Crazy Boy" Smith. He rears back and hits the punching bag, a loud thwak noise illuminating the room. Sweat drips down his brow, causing his long, blonde hair to stick to his forehead and become a matted mess.
"Another answer is I don't really know. I've WON a couple of titles in PCW before, but that seems like so long ago. I've had over 20 title matches in my PCW career, and only have won twice, both times the North American Championship. I hope that the train hasn't left the station and I'm past my prime, never to win a title again, watching everyone reach their respective levels of glory. I really hope that isn't the case and I come out the International Champion at Mass Destruction VI."
Crazy Boy grins from ear to ear as he continues to punch the punching bag, getting more consistent with the punches. The bag quivers with each punch.
"I am going to do everything in my power to make sure I win this match. If I win, that is just the cherry on the cake. I'm here to make a statement once and for all and the International Championship, I will finally show the naysayers that I still have a few years left in this aging bones."
A louder thwak as Tyrone's knuckles start to turn white and a shade of red from the impact as the punching bag quivers precariously.
"I'm satisfied with my career if I never win another title, but I just want to add on to my legacy. I want my name to be remembered for generations to come, and for the right reasons. I am going in there with the same mindset weather it was a title match or not and I know I have my work cut out for me, but one lucky break, one advantage is all I will need to make a splash and an impact in the federation."
One last massive punch and the punching bag falls off the chain and crashes on the floor. The Crazy One looks down at his fists and smile, standing over the punching bag for a bit and walks away from the camera, letting this short and sweet promo come to an end.
Static and fade.
End.
