Post by Tyrone "Crazy Boy" Smith on Jun 6, 2016 18:13:41 GMT -5
The lights are flickering in Crazy Boy's locker room, as if some stuff was thrown in the room. Crazy Boy is sitting on a bench in his locker room, nursing his head. Crazy Boy is mumbling to himself, still in shock about his recent loss at Living A Legacy VIII. Knowing that victory was in his grasp, everyone had to gang up on him and beat him senseless, and it was all legal, due to Underground rules. Crazy Boy moans in pain, holding his head in his hands. He sighs, knowing that victory has escaped from his grasp once again , but he half-smiles, knowing that the he will get another chance at Trauma 193 against another newcomer named Alex Hayes in another Underground Rules match. Crazy Boy lays down on the bench when a knock is heard on his locker room door.
Crazy Boy- Come in.
Two doctors come in and look around for Crazy Boy. They find him laying on the bench, hands on head. They ask if he is ok, and Crazy Boy nods weakly. They give him a couple of pills and tell him to continue to lay there. They leave as Crazy Boy takes the pills and continues to lay down. He is thinking strategy for his upcoming match at Trauma 193 as another knock is heard on his door.
Crazy Boy- :a bit irritated: Come in!
The doors opens as his brother, Carlos, comes in. Carlos has a scowl on his face and a cold stare at Crazy Boy. Crazy Boy looks up weakly. Carlos glares at Crazy Boy and mumbles to himself. Crazy Boy turns the other way as he angrily begins to talk.
Carlos- This is your fault. This is all your fault that you're hurt like this. I told you I would blame this all on you. And mom and dad were there to watch all of it! How do you think THEY feel watching their son get beat to a pulp?
Crazy Boy- What?! It's my fault that I got my face bashed in by an insane amount of newcomers and unfairly stole the victory from me?!
Carlos- Yes.
Crazy Boy- That's BullS%!t. Why the hell is it my fault?
Carlos- Because, I'm your brother. And it seems like week after week you are giving the Smith name a bad reputation!
Crazy Boy- Hey, I'm on a little bit of a bad streak, but I'm not giving the family name a bad reputation. I'm still a force to be reckoned with.
Carlos- *sighs* Yeah. I'm sure you are. You haven't won any matches recently. You are beaten and battered show after show. I think you're starting to get past your prime, brother.
Crazy Boy- Not yet. I still have some tricks up my sleeves.
Carlos- Whatever. I'm going to give you another chance. Redeem yourself. Don't blow it. Don't lose at Trauma 193. It's getting pretty ridiculous.
Crazy Boy- Whatever. Now what's the plan? I can barely move right now.
Carlos- Easy. You nurse your aching head. You train. You win. How hard is that?
Crazy Boy- Pretty hard with an aching head.
Carlos- :laughs halfheartedly: Yeah. I could see that. But anyway, What do you have to say to Alex Hayes?
Crazy Boy turns back around and faces the camera. The camera man zooms in on his face as Crazy Boy smiles, dried blood on his teeth. The camera quickly zooms back out as Crazy Boy thinks for a second. He grins as he prepares to speak.
Crazy Boy- All i have to say is this. Alex. Welcome to the PCW. I'm sure you'll make a splash in here, as a lot of others have, but you are messing with a pissed off Crazy Boy. I may not look like much right much, and not even close to one hundred percent, but once I get back to health and get my focus back, then you will know how dangerous I can be. I have said it time and time again, that Underground Rules and hardcore matches are my speciality. Once I get my training going and get back to what I am capable of, you will know like many other people what I can do when there ARE no rules. You have NO idea what I am going to do to you. I am absolutely going to rip you to shreds.
Carlos- Wow. That was actually pretty good. For an amateur.
Crazy Boy- Who are you calling an amateur?
Carlos- You.
Crazy Boy- Whatever. Let me finish.
Crazy Boy- Now crazy people. Don't mess with them. Some of them become pure psychos. Some of them are completely crazy when they are pissed. Don't mess with pissed off crazy people. It is NOT good for anybody. It's not even good for me, when i'm pissed off. When I am pissed, all i see is red. And I attack anything in sight. I'm like a raging bull. Alex. You are just collateral damage. You didn't do anything wrong, but I cannot afford to lose again. It's just buisness, and business can be really rough. Welcome To PCW. Let's hope your career doesn't end before it begins.
Carlos- Not bad. Got some work to do though.
Crazy Boy- Yeah yeah. sue me. I'm groggy and hurting.
Carlos- Whatever. I'm going to go catch a bite to eat. Catch you later.
Crazy Boy- Later.
Crazy Boy lays back down and turns back around to face the wall. Crazy Boy's KoRn shirt is caked with dried blood. Carlos closes the door behind him as The Crazy One mutters something to himself. Tyrone sits straight up and stands up and walks out the door. Crazy Boy starts shouting at Carlos.
Crazy Boy- CARLOS! wait for me! I'm hungry too!
The screen fades to black.
Static and fade.
End.
Crazy Boy- Come in.
Two doctors come in and look around for Crazy Boy. They find him laying on the bench, hands on head. They ask if he is ok, and Crazy Boy nods weakly. They give him a couple of pills and tell him to continue to lay there. They leave as Crazy Boy takes the pills and continues to lay down. He is thinking strategy for his upcoming match at Trauma 193 as another knock is heard on his door.
Crazy Boy- :a bit irritated: Come in!
The doors opens as his brother, Carlos, comes in. Carlos has a scowl on his face and a cold stare at Crazy Boy. Crazy Boy looks up weakly. Carlos glares at Crazy Boy and mumbles to himself. Crazy Boy turns the other way as he angrily begins to talk.
Carlos- This is your fault. This is all your fault that you're hurt like this. I told you I would blame this all on you. And mom and dad were there to watch all of it! How do you think THEY feel watching their son get beat to a pulp?
Crazy Boy- What?! It's my fault that I got my face bashed in by an insane amount of newcomers and unfairly stole the victory from me?!
Carlos- Yes.
Crazy Boy- That's BullS%!t. Why the hell is it my fault?
Carlos- Because, I'm your brother. And it seems like week after week you are giving the Smith name a bad reputation!
Crazy Boy- Hey, I'm on a little bit of a bad streak, but I'm not giving the family name a bad reputation. I'm still a force to be reckoned with.
Carlos- *sighs* Yeah. I'm sure you are. You haven't won any matches recently. You are beaten and battered show after show. I think you're starting to get past your prime, brother.
Crazy Boy- Not yet. I still have some tricks up my sleeves.
Carlos- Whatever. I'm going to give you another chance. Redeem yourself. Don't blow it. Don't lose at Trauma 193. It's getting pretty ridiculous.
Crazy Boy- Whatever. Now what's the plan? I can barely move right now.
Carlos- Easy. You nurse your aching head. You train. You win. How hard is that?
Crazy Boy- Pretty hard with an aching head.
Carlos- :laughs halfheartedly: Yeah. I could see that. But anyway, What do you have to say to Alex Hayes?
Crazy Boy turns back around and faces the camera. The camera man zooms in on his face as Crazy Boy smiles, dried blood on his teeth. The camera quickly zooms back out as Crazy Boy thinks for a second. He grins as he prepares to speak.
Crazy Boy- All i have to say is this. Alex. Welcome to the PCW. I'm sure you'll make a splash in here, as a lot of others have, but you are messing with a pissed off Crazy Boy. I may not look like much right much, and not even close to one hundred percent, but once I get back to health and get my focus back, then you will know how dangerous I can be. I have said it time and time again, that Underground Rules and hardcore matches are my speciality. Once I get my training going and get back to what I am capable of, you will know like many other people what I can do when there ARE no rules. You have NO idea what I am going to do to you. I am absolutely going to rip you to shreds.
Carlos- Wow. That was actually pretty good. For an amateur.
Crazy Boy- Who are you calling an amateur?
Carlos- You.
Crazy Boy- Whatever. Let me finish.
Crazy Boy- Now crazy people. Don't mess with them. Some of them become pure psychos. Some of them are completely crazy when they are pissed. Don't mess with pissed off crazy people. It is NOT good for anybody. It's not even good for me, when i'm pissed off. When I am pissed, all i see is red. And I attack anything in sight. I'm like a raging bull. Alex. You are just collateral damage. You didn't do anything wrong, but I cannot afford to lose again. It's just buisness, and business can be really rough. Welcome To PCW. Let's hope your career doesn't end before it begins.
Carlos- Not bad. Got some work to do though.
Crazy Boy- Yeah yeah. sue me. I'm groggy and hurting.
Carlos- Whatever. I'm going to go catch a bite to eat. Catch you later.
Crazy Boy- Later.
Crazy Boy lays back down and turns back around to face the wall. Crazy Boy's KoRn shirt is caked with dried blood. Carlos closes the door behind him as The Crazy One mutters something to himself. Tyrone sits straight up and stands up and walks out the door. Crazy Boy starts shouting at Carlos.
Crazy Boy- CARLOS! wait for me! I'm hungry too!
The screen fades to black.
Static and fade.
End.
