Post by Tyrone "Crazy Boy" Smith on Oct 3, 2016 19:36:28 GMT -5
Fade In
Donk, Dink, Thud. Those sounds are constantly heard over and over at the well lit room of the PCW Superstar, Tyrone "Crazy Boy" Smith comes into focus. We have all seen most of a tour of his humble abode, but this room is much better than the previous once that weve visited him in. This one has a nice king size bed with proper linen on it, it has some workout equipment and the walls are a nice mix of blue, red, and yellow. It has a treadmill and a few punching bags and a weight bench on the side of the room. One could call this a man cave, located on the other side of the small basement behind the locked door that was always seen. The sound continues, and seems to get louder, and louder as the camera falls up on the Hall of Famer himself. Crazy Boy grabs the ball and holds it, and getting a closer look at it you can take a guess that it is an ordinary bright green tennis ball. He throws it to the ground *donk*, and it bounces to the window *dink*, and comes back to his hand *thud*.
(CB) Deadly Intentions. Every match has a huge amount of weight. From the Underground Championship between Lunacy and Andy D to the World Championship between Grimm and Murdoc and even the Deadly Rumble, every match holds a significant value. My match holds a significant amount of weight and personal history and grudge. This match between me and Alexa Black has taking such a personal weight that there is no doubt that there will be blood shed and bones broken when the time comes.
He goes back to tossing his ball around. His mind seems to be clustered with many things that revolve around this situation. The fact that it has to do with him a good bit. He was such a fool to believe the crap that Alexa has done to him over the past few months, and the fact that some people could never be trusted, and those people shouldn't have been the ones who were close to him at one time, but unfortunately they were, and now things have gotten personal beyond just ordinary differences.
(CB) Everything ends here. Nothing else afterward, and the dust will settle, and everybody will be happy, or people will be upset. There is no gray area in this problem. The stage is set, and then players know their roles. It is time to begin this final battle. Everybody knows what is at stake, and you should know what you want from this. Yes, I know what I want, and it is a lot more than what people think it is.
Looking down at the ball he seems to focus on it as he starts to squeeze it. His hand, and the ball starts to shake. Knuckles starting to turn bright red, and then to white as he continues to squeeze. It is for certain that Tyrone's anger is slowly rising, and his temper towards things are fading a lot quicker than usual. Realizing what he's doing he quickly drops the ball and brings his hand up to his mouth. Getting the feeling back into his hand he starts to think of the ultimate traitor, Alexa Black.
(CB) How could I have trusted you when you were a stable member in (un)Stable and how could I ever forgive you. I'm not the naive and gullible guy I was when you backstabbed us all. I should have saw it coming a mile away. I though we were allies at one time, but I guess we weren't, and I'm ashamed to even consider you as one.
Before Tyrone can even speak the next word, The picture completely changes to another room. The room is just down the hall from The Crazy One's. In the room is Cassie, Carlos and Tommy all sitting around a table playing some form of cards. They all throw in their cards, as it seems a small conversation has been going on while Crazy Boy was talking.
(Tommy) Friends.
(Cassie) I'll agree he needs his friends more than anything else. When you grow close to people you can trust, and want to trust and then find out they were working against you or living a lie just seems to fucked up.
Carlos puts the cards away and walks over to the mini bar and gets out three glasses, and puts two ice cubes in each glass, and gets a bottle out. He seems calm, but something bothers him. It isn't the fact that Crazy Boy is in one of these moods again, and his goal for taking care of it. It's the problem with the Darkness and knowing his crazy brother that he is gonna try to take care of all three of them at once. He walks back and sets down a couple drinks for Tommy and Cassie.
(Carlos) He's an idiot for even considering the fact that is is going to try to take on the Darkness on his own. I know he is a Hall of Famer and he has done some incredible feats in his career, but he hasn't faced a force quite like the Darkness. He's gonna need some help, but he's refused it from me and Tommy.
Stunned slightly at his anger towards his brother's current state of mind, Cassie gives them a smile and then goes to make herself a drink. Tommy leans back and turns on the TV. They all know that Crazy Boy can win the North American Championship, but not without someone watching his back at ringside, but what can they do about it now. If they tried to talk him out of it all he'd do is turn them away, telling them that he doesn't want them in any immediate danger and he can do this himself.
(Tommy) There is never anything good on... But hell, we're having a good time, right? But we're all worried that this could be career suicide on Ty's fault, but I for one am gonna put my faith in him. He's always been headstrong, but I really think he may have a couple of tricks up his sleeve for Alexa.
(Cassie) If nothing else, I don't blame him at least not putting you two in harm's way. Neither one of you have been in a ring in years, and you would just be extra liability for him. But I'm sure he could look around and find a couple of people that have an equal amount of beef to Alexa as he does. I just wish he wouldn't be so stubborn.
(Tommy) Yeah, we've all had those moments, and I know for sure that when he gets in the ring with them they'll feel his wraith, but he doesn't need to be stupid about it. He has been through a lot, and after seeing what happened since the breaking up of (un)Stable, things haven't gotten any better with Alexa. She has been a thorn in his side for months now. For now, all we need to do is make sure Tyrone is ready to go when he challenges for the North American Championship.
Taking a second, Tommy holds up his glass and takes a long look at it, swirling it around here and there before he takes a sip of it. He sets it back down and clears his throat.
(Tommy) I'm just hoping that he ---
We end right there for the three, and jump back over. The Crazy One hasn't moved much, and if anything he's picked the ball back up and tossed it over onto the bed in his man cave. He reclines back into the chair and closes his eyes. His head pounding with a massive headache, and his thoughts still clouded. Feeling angrier because of the situation, his head tilts up and he rubs his eyes.
(CB) Alexa, over the months, we have been through hell with each other. Come hell or high water, we always have tore each other limb from limb, but come on Alexa, I know you don't have the balls to come right up and face me one-on-one and have your lackeys holding your hand like a little bitch.
A small smile comes to his face, and then quickly changes to a frown. He sits up properly and rubs his head. The Anger, although subsiding, is still leaking through his persona, to the point where it's giving him a small headache. He slowly gets up and walks over to his table and pulls out a bottle of pain killers. He takes one out and takes a half empty glass of water and swallows the pill and takes a sip of water.
(CB) Well, I knew the message from the beginning, but wasnt for sure. You cannot fight your own battles. You have to hide behind the coattails of your lackeys and let them do your dirty work, and that's how you won the North American Championship in the first place. I won both of my reigns on my own, with my own blood, sweat and tears. You are nothing but a fool, Alexa, and at Deadly Intentions, I will not only end this bloody feud once and for all, but I will take the one thing you cherish more than anything: The North American Championship.
Finishing off the rest of his water he sets the glass down. Looking down at the table itself his mind wanders. He couldn't let his brother's be at ringside for this match. The Darkness would eat them alive. Carlos or Tommy haven't been in the ring in at least 5 years. But maybe he would consider having some equalizers to be in ringside for his match. There are plenty of people out there that have intense hatred for Alexa and the Darkness, and he wouldn't have to search far. His pride wouldn't allow him to get out there to find anyone, but if he is to finally end this with Alexa, he is going to have swallow his pride.
(CB) If the Darkness is going to be out there, I'm going to have to get allies of my own. As much as I should do this on my own and fight my own battles, I'm going to have to take matters in my own hands. Don't worry about WHO I get Alexa, just know that I will look for someone that will have my back and make sure that it's just me and you.
Tyrone falls silent as he tries to fight back the urge to not bitch about Alexa even more. He wants to get into the ring with her bad enough that he'll wait for that night, and knowing that she will recieve exactly what she's been doing to him is making his heart sing with anticipation.
(CB) One thing's for certain, when we meet at Deadly ---
(Carlos) One thing is for sure if he isn't ready for this fight now, he is going to get eaten alive.
(Cassie) You sure as hell dont have much confidence in your brother to win. Sure, he has been through a lot, but what do you expect from Alexa blindsiding him everywhere he goes. He isn't superman.
(Tommy) He's been through a few of these situations before and he'll do what he always does.
Cassie looks over at Tommy with a questionable look of "What kind of things does he do?" look. Tommy just shakes his head, but sits back and grabs his drink and takes a long drink from it. They all have bored expressions or are just wondering what could, might, and what will happen if something were to disrupt Tyrone's willingness to move on from this event afterwards, and surely that's the only thing he's thinking about right now as nothing else matters.
(Tommy) Cassie, trust me when I say this when everything has been taken care of. Ty should return to normal, or as close to normal as possible once this blows over. Alexa just screwed him over for the last time. Things just have a way or messing with people's minds, especially when friends decided to turn on you at the chance for more power.
(Carlos) Yeah, remember that one guy back in college, Cass? He was doing good and, all of a sudden, he seemed like a totally different person. Can't remember his name, but he had felt like he lost a family member when he found out one of his good friends had stabbed him in the back. He worked things out, but knowing old Tyrone, he wont work it out through conversation.
Cassie nods to Carlos as she remembers that guy all to well. It was one of her other friends who had done the dirty deed to the man before she met Crazy Boy. She thinks hard as to what it could be like going through something like that. The heart ache, and the pain of losing a good friend who could cover your back when you need it. She knows that Alexa did that to her husband, but unlike her in college years, he's trying to move on from it.
(Carlos) Not trying to be negative, but we all know physical health is up to par, but what about his own mental health. Tyrone seems like he is ready to fight, but I question his mentality for a match like this. He's bound to make a stupid mistake or two. It's like he---
(CB) Alexa, this ends at Deadly Intentions. Win or lose, I'm done. You've tried and tried again to put me down, but the problem is, you never finish the job. I am still standing and more determined than ever to end this little charade of yours. You act tough, but deep down inside, you are nothing but a scared little girl that can never get the job done when it matters.
Looking into the mirror as he starts to wipe the sweat off his brow, he straightens up his shirt. He thinks he's talking to himself in the mirror, and getting a response every now and then. This time he's speaking to it, and acting like the image in the mirror is speaking back to him.
(CB) Who knows why she has targeted me all of this time. Maybe she considers me her biggest threat, and someone as equally crazy as her, but all I can do is for her to get the matter of equivalent punishment for the pain she's dealt to me.
A mild grumble of insult can be heard as his mind speaks back to him out loud. Crazy Boy turns and walks over to one of his bags, and digs around for a few moments until he pulls out his cell phone. He holds up and looks down at it as he turns and makes his way back over to the mirror. He then looks up at it and hold sit up as if displaying it to his mental personality hes talking to.
(CB) I need to make this matter. I not only want to become a Three-Time PCW North Ameican Champion, I want to end her. I want to show that the PCW world does NOT revolve around her. I want to knock a tiny bit of humility in that feeble mind of hers. All I want to do is to show that she is not the biggest dog around here and there is someone always out there better than her. I just want to wipe that cocky and smug look off her pretty little face.
He sets the phone down on the bedsite, and goes back to fix his shirt, and then works on his hair to make it neat and clean for wherever they are going. Crazy Boy then stands up and looks down at the phone. It seems the little man inside of his head has gone, and he is left with just himself again. He picks up the cell phone and takes another look at it.
(CB) I pray for her soul. If my sanity, and my career is all that she is going after, then she is going to be sorely disappointed. I am going after more than her title. I'm going to make her suffer.
Laughing lightly and putting on a small grin, He takes the phone and slings it at the mirror cracking and breaking parts of it where the center metal plate hits. Small pieces come off as the mirror starts to fall apart.
(CB) An Eye for an Eye. A Tooth for a Tooth. but mainly Blood for Blood. Alexa, you've met your match, and it isn't going to be pretty for you. You've pissed off the wrong person, and now you have a problem that you are not going to be able to correct.
The Crazy One walks off as he picks up a light jacket for the cooler weather. He then puts it on and heads out the door. The camera goes back to Cassie, Carlos and Tommy as they seem to be getting ready to go out for a little dinner, and some fun. A conversation about different things has been going on for the past few minutes.
(Cassie) I wonder if he's ready?
(CB) Ready for what?
Everybody turns as Crazy Boy enters the room and stands at the door.
(Carlos) To go eat some dinner, bro. You look like you could eat something, to be honest.
(CB) Damn straight. To the casino! I'm so hungry I could eat anything right now!
Everybody gives a nod as they grab their coats and leave the room. Tyrone is the last to leave as he closes the door. He seems completely normal as if nothing had happened for the past hour or two. The scene slowly fades with them walking down the hallway.
Static and fade.
End.
OOC - There was supposed to be more to this, with CB making some phone calls, but I ran out of time. I'll add it to the News and Rumors or the Chracter Development.
Donk, Dink, Thud. Those sounds are constantly heard over and over at the well lit room of the PCW Superstar, Tyrone "Crazy Boy" Smith comes into focus. We have all seen most of a tour of his humble abode, but this room is much better than the previous once that weve visited him in. This one has a nice king size bed with proper linen on it, it has some workout equipment and the walls are a nice mix of blue, red, and yellow. It has a treadmill and a few punching bags and a weight bench on the side of the room. One could call this a man cave, located on the other side of the small basement behind the locked door that was always seen. The sound continues, and seems to get louder, and louder as the camera falls up on the Hall of Famer himself. Crazy Boy grabs the ball and holds it, and getting a closer look at it you can take a guess that it is an ordinary bright green tennis ball. He throws it to the ground *donk*, and it bounces to the window *dink*, and comes back to his hand *thud*.
(CB) Deadly Intentions. Every match has a huge amount of weight. From the Underground Championship between Lunacy and Andy D to the World Championship between Grimm and Murdoc and even the Deadly Rumble, every match holds a significant value. My match holds a significant amount of weight and personal history and grudge. This match between me and Alexa Black has taking such a personal weight that there is no doubt that there will be blood shed and bones broken when the time comes.
He goes back to tossing his ball around. His mind seems to be clustered with many things that revolve around this situation. The fact that it has to do with him a good bit. He was such a fool to believe the crap that Alexa has done to him over the past few months, and the fact that some people could never be trusted, and those people shouldn't have been the ones who were close to him at one time, but unfortunately they were, and now things have gotten personal beyond just ordinary differences.
(CB) Everything ends here. Nothing else afterward, and the dust will settle, and everybody will be happy, or people will be upset. There is no gray area in this problem. The stage is set, and then players know their roles. It is time to begin this final battle. Everybody knows what is at stake, and you should know what you want from this. Yes, I know what I want, and it is a lot more than what people think it is.
Looking down at the ball he seems to focus on it as he starts to squeeze it. His hand, and the ball starts to shake. Knuckles starting to turn bright red, and then to white as he continues to squeeze. It is for certain that Tyrone's anger is slowly rising, and his temper towards things are fading a lot quicker than usual. Realizing what he's doing he quickly drops the ball and brings his hand up to his mouth. Getting the feeling back into his hand he starts to think of the ultimate traitor, Alexa Black.
(CB) How could I have trusted you when you were a stable member in (un)Stable and how could I ever forgive you. I'm not the naive and gullible guy I was when you backstabbed us all. I should have saw it coming a mile away. I though we were allies at one time, but I guess we weren't, and I'm ashamed to even consider you as one.
Before Tyrone can even speak the next word, The picture completely changes to another room. The room is just down the hall from The Crazy One's. In the room is Cassie, Carlos and Tommy all sitting around a table playing some form of cards. They all throw in their cards, as it seems a small conversation has been going on while Crazy Boy was talking.
(Tommy) Friends.
(Cassie) I'll agree he needs his friends more than anything else. When you grow close to people you can trust, and want to trust and then find out they were working against you or living a lie just seems to fucked up.
Carlos puts the cards away and walks over to the mini bar and gets out three glasses, and puts two ice cubes in each glass, and gets a bottle out. He seems calm, but something bothers him. It isn't the fact that Crazy Boy is in one of these moods again, and his goal for taking care of it. It's the problem with the Darkness and knowing his crazy brother that he is gonna try to take care of all three of them at once. He walks back and sets down a couple drinks for Tommy and Cassie.
(Carlos) He's an idiot for even considering the fact that is is going to try to take on the Darkness on his own. I know he is a Hall of Famer and he has done some incredible feats in his career, but he hasn't faced a force quite like the Darkness. He's gonna need some help, but he's refused it from me and Tommy.
Stunned slightly at his anger towards his brother's current state of mind, Cassie gives them a smile and then goes to make herself a drink. Tommy leans back and turns on the TV. They all know that Crazy Boy can win the North American Championship, but not without someone watching his back at ringside, but what can they do about it now. If they tried to talk him out of it all he'd do is turn them away, telling them that he doesn't want them in any immediate danger and he can do this himself.
(Tommy) There is never anything good on... But hell, we're having a good time, right? But we're all worried that this could be career suicide on Ty's fault, but I for one am gonna put my faith in him. He's always been headstrong, but I really think he may have a couple of tricks up his sleeve for Alexa.
(Cassie) If nothing else, I don't blame him at least not putting you two in harm's way. Neither one of you have been in a ring in years, and you would just be extra liability for him. But I'm sure he could look around and find a couple of people that have an equal amount of beef to Alexa as he does. I just wish he wouldn't be so stubborn.
(Tommy) Yeah, we've all had those moments, and I know for sure that when he gets in the ring with them they'll feel his wraith, but he doesn't need to be stupid about it. He has been through a lot, and after seeing what happened since the breaking up of (un)Stable, things haven't gotten any better with Alexa. She has been a thorn in his side for months now. For now, all we need to do is make sure Tyrone is ready to go when he challenges for the North American Championship.
Taking a second, Tommy holds up his glass and takes a long look at it, swirling it around here and there before he takes a sip of it. He sets it back down and clears his throat.
(Tommy) I'm just hoping that he ---
We end right there for the three, and jump back over. The Crazy One hasn't moved much, and if anything he's picked the ball back up and tossed it over onto the bed in his man cave. He reclines back into the chair and closes his eyes. His head pounding with a massive headache, and his thoughts still clouded. Feeling angrier because of the situation, his head tilts up and he rubs his eyes.
(CB) Alexa, over the months, we have been through hell with each other. Come hell or high water, we always have tore each other limb from limb, but come on Alexa, I know you don't have the balls to come right up and face me one-on-one and have your lackeys holding your hand like a little bitch.
A small smile comes to his face, and then quickly changes to a frown. He sits up properly and rubs his head. The Anger, although subsiding, is still leaking through his persona, to the point where it's giving him a small headache. He slowly gets up and walks over to his table and pulls out a bottle of pain killers. He takes one out and takes a half empty glass of water and swallows the pill and takes a sip of water.
(CB) Well, I knew the message from the beginning, but wasnt for sure. You cannot fight your own battles. You have to hide behind the coattails of your lackeys and let them do your dirty work, and that's how you won the North American Championship in the first place. I won both of my reigns on my own, with my own blood, sweat and tears. You are nothing but a fool, Alexa, and at Deadly Intentions, I will not only end this bloody feud once and for all, but I will take the one thing you cherish more than anything: The North American Championship.
Finishing off the rest of his water he sets the glass down. Looking down at the table itself his mind wanders. He couldn't let his brother's be at ringside for this match. The Darkness would eat them alive. Carlos or Tommy haven't been in the ring in at least 5 years. But maybe he would consider having some equalizers to be in ringside for his match. There are plenty of people out there that have intense hatred for Alexa and the Darkness, and he wouldn't have to search far. His pride wouldn't allow him to get out there to find anyone, but if he is to finally end this with Alexa, he is going to have swallow his pride.
(CB) If the Darkness is going to be out there, I'm going to have to get allies of my own. As much as I should do this on my own and fight my own battles, I'm going to have to take matters in my own hands. Don't worry about WHO I get Alexa, just know that I will look for someone that will have my back and make sure that it's just me and you.
Tyrone falls silent as he tries to fight back the urge to not bitch about Alexa even more. He wants to get into the ring with her bad enough that he'll wait for that night, and knowing that she will recieve exactly what she's been doing to him is making his heart sing with anticipation.
(CB) One thing's for certain, when we meet at Deadly ---
(Carlos) One thing is for sure if he isn't ready for this fight now, he is going to get eaten alive.
(Cassie) You sure as hell dont have much confidence in your brother to win. Sure, he has been through a lot, but what do you expect from Alexa blindsiding him everywhere he goes. He isn't superman.
(Tommy) He's been through a few of these situations before and he'll do what he always does.
Cassie looks over at Tommy with a questionable look of "What kind of things does he do?" look. Tommy just shakes his head, but sits back and grabs his drink and takes a long drink from it. They all have bored expressions or are just wondering what could, might, and what will happen if something were to disrupt Tyrone's willingness to move on from this event afterwards, and surely that's the only thing he's thinking about right now as nothing else matters.
(Tommy) Cassie, trust me when I say this when everything has been taken care of. Ty should return to normal, or as close to normal as possible once this blows over. Alexa just screwed him over for the last time. Things just have a way or messing with people's minds, especially when friends decided to turn on you at the chance for more power.
(Carlos) Yeah, remember that one guy back in college, Cass? He was doing good and, all of a sudden, he seemed like a totally different person. Can't remember his name, but he had felt like he lost a family member when he found out one of his good friends had stabbed him in the back. He worked things out, but knowing old Tyrone, he wont work it out through conversation.
Cassie nods to Carlos as she remembers that guy all to well. It was one of her other friends who had done the dirty deed to the man before she met Crazy Boy. She thinks hard as to what it could be like going through something like that. The heart ache, and the pain of losing a good friend who could cover your back when you need it. She knows that Alexa did that to her husband, but unlike her in college years, he's trying to move on from it.
(Carlos) Not trying to be negative, but we all know physical health is up to par, but what about his own mental health. Tyrone seems like he is ready to fight, but I question his mentality for a match like this. He's bound to make a stupid mistake or two. It's like he---
(CB) Alexa, this ends at Deadly Intentions. Win or lose, I'm done. You've tried and tried again to put me down, but the problem is, you never finish the job. I am still standing and more determined than ever to end this little charade of yours. You act tough, but deep down inside, you are nothing but a scared little girl that can never get the job done when it matters.
Looking into the mirror as he starts to wipe the sweat off his brow, he straightens up his shirt. He thinks he's talking to himself in the mirror, and getting a response every now and then. This time he's speaking to it, and acting like the image in the mirror is speaking back to him.
(CB) Who knows why she has targeted me all of this time. Maybe she considers me her biggest threat, and someone as equally crazy as her, but all I can do is for her to get the matter of equivalent punishment for the pain she's dealt to me.
A mild grumble of insult can be heard as his mind speaks back to him out loud. Crazy Boy turns and walks over to one of his bags, and digs around for a few moments until he pulls out his cell phone. He holds up and looks down at it as he turns and makes his way back over to the mirror. He then looks up at it and hold sit up as if displaying it to his mental personality hes talking to.
(CB) I need to make this matter. I not only want to become a Three-Time PCW North Ameican Champion, I want to end her. I want to show that the PCW world does NOT revolve around her. I want to knock a tiny bit of humility in that feeble mind of hers. All I want to do is to show that she is not the biggest dog around here and there is someone always out there better than her. I just want to wipe that cocky and smug look off her pretty little face.
He sets the phone down on the bedsite, and goes back to fix his shirt, and then works on his hair to make it neat and clean for wherever they are going. Crazy Boy then stands up and looks down at the phone. It seems the little man inside of his head has gone, and he is left with just himself again. He picks up the cell phone and takes another look at it.
(CB) I pray for her soul. If my sanity, and my career is all that she is going after, then she is going to be sorely disappointed. I am going after more than her title. I'm going to make her suffer.
Laughing lightly and putting on a small grin, He takes the phone and slings it at the mirror cracking and breaking parts of it where the center metal plate hits. Small pieces come off as the mirror starts to fall apart.
(CB) An Eye for an Eye. A Tooth for a Tooth. but mainly Blood for Blood. Alexa, you've met your match, and it isn't going to be pretty for you. You've pissed off the wrong person, and now you have a problem that you are not going to be able to correct.
The Crazy One walks off as he picks up a light jacket for the cooler weather. He then puts it on and heads out the door. The camera goes back to Cassie, Carlos and Tommy as they seem to be getting ready to go out for a little dinner, and some fun. A conversation about different things has been going on for the past few minutes.
(Cassie) I wonder if he's ready?
(CB) Ready for what?
Everybody turns as Crazy Boy enters the room and stands at the door.
(Carlos) To go eat some dinner, bro. You look like you could eat something, to be honest.
(CB) Damn straight. To the casino! I'm so hungry I could eat anything right now!
Everybody gives a nod as they grab their coats and leave the room. Tyrone is the last to leave as he closes the door. He seems completely normal as if nothing had happened for the past hour or two. The scene slowly fades with them walking down the hallway.
Static and fade.
End.
OOC - There was supposed to be more to this, with CB making some phone calls, but I ran out of time. I'll add it to the News and Rumors or the Chracter Development.
