Post by Tyrone "Crazy Boy" Smith on Jul 5, 2017 17:57:23 GMT -5
A Month Ago
CB: What are you doing here Brooklynn? You all the sudden show up 15 years later and expect me to make amends? 15 year ago, you threatened all of us and almost threw me and Tommy in the nuthouse. What makes you think you can crawl back to me and think everything is going to okay?!
Brooklynn just smiles and eyes over toward his older brother, Carlos. All Carlos can do is shrug his shoulders and smile.
Carlos: Me and Brooklynn have been in contact for a few months now. All she wants to do is make amends and be a part of the family again.
The Crazy One turns around and sits down on one of the benches that line the walls of Carlos's gym. He closes his eyes, deep in thought, as his black haired sister comes and sits down next to him.
Brooklynn: It's been 15 years, Ty. Can't you just let bygones be bygones? I know that you hold grudges for a long time, but I left and I did a LOT of soul searching and therapy sessions. I am a new woman. All I want to do is make thing right, that's all.
Crazy Boy opens his eyes and looks toward his sister, who has some tears welling up in her eyes. Tyrone sighs and shakes his head slowly.
CB: Dammit, why do I have to be such a nice guy? What does Tommy say about all of this?
Brooklynn: I have't talked to Tommy yet. I wanted to talk to you first, because you tend to hold the grudges more than he does. I'll talk to him in a little while.
The Crazy One shakes his head and puts a hand softly on his younger sisters shoulder.
CB: Let me talk to him first. I'll let you talk to him soon enough. What are you going to do though? Are you moving here? What is going on?
Brooklynn once again eyes the eldest brother as Carlos just smiles and nods his head.
Carlos: Until she finds her own place, she's going to stay with me. We have that spare bedroom. Diana doesn't mind either. As for a job, she's going to look around, but for now, she is going to do some paperwork and secretary work around here. It's going to be a process, but I'm going to trust her when she says she wants to make amends.
Crazy Boy nods his head slowly as he turns to his younger sister and stares right in her eyes.
CB: I am still not crazy about the idea, but Carlos has always had the better head on his shoulders. I'll make amends for now... but if you try to F*ck me over again, there will be no coming back from the Hell you will go to!
All Brooklynn can do is nod her head, not saying a word. She seems to be in agreement with everything that The Crazy One is saying. Carlos walks up to the duo and motions Brooklynn to come with her.
Carlos: I'm going to show her the ropes. Show her some of the stuff she is needing to do around here. I'll catch you later, bro.
Tyrone nods his head as Carlos and Brooklynn gets to the office of the gym as he stands up from the bench and walks toward the exit. He opens the door, the sunlight beaming down on the parking lot. He puts on a pair of sunglasses and walks over to his Mustang GT 500. He opens the door and climbs in, cranking up and revving the engine. He speeds out of the parking lot, letting the show fade to black.
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Before Living A Legacy IX
Crazy Boy is seen sitting in his locker room, a piece of paper in his hand. He has a solemn look on his face as he looks down, reading the paper again. He scowls and throws the paper in front of him, watching it flutter to the ground.
He failed a wellness test and he can't wrestle at the biggest PPV of the year. He has a look of frustration on his face as he picks up his duffel bag and walks out the door. He slams it closed and turns around and yelps with surprise.
Standing next to the door is his wife Cassie. She has a very stern look on her face as Tyrone steps back nervously.
Cassie: Why aren't you wrestling? Your match is going on right now and you're not out there. What the hell is going on, Ty?
The Crazy One sighs and rushes back in the locker room and picks up the paper and walks back out, handing it to Cassie. She glances over it for a moment before looking up at her husband in anger.
Cassie: How the hell can you fail a wellness test? What the hell, Ty!?
Crazy Boy remains silent as Cassie storms up to him and places both hands on his shoulders, shaking him vigorously.
Cassie: Ty, Answer me! It says right here that you failed because there was some kind of substance that isn't on the approved list. Tell me now!
Tyrone sighs and closes his eyes, the solemn look continuing on his face.
CB: Brooklynn gave me some pain medicine to help me with my knee and back that has been acting up recently. Unfortunately, it was a prescribed medicine, and I didn't tell them that I was taking it, and one of the ingredients isn't on the approved list. I couldn't help it though. I was just in quite a bit of pain.
Cassie sighs heavily and takes a step back. Her anger subsides a little bit. She knows what kind of pain he has been in as he gets a little older, but it's no excuse to take something that isn't on the approved list.
Cassie: I knew that Brooklynn was bad news. Look at what she is doing already! You need to keep your distance and please STAY AWAY FROM HER!
Cassie shouts the last few words, which takes Crazy Boy back, but he shakes his head furiously, attempting to explain.
CB: Don't blame her. I asked her for them. She only gave them to me because I insisted. And now I'm paying the price. I won't do it again.
Cassie turns around and starts to storm off. As she does, you can hear her yelling at her husband.
Cassie: Come on, Ty. I'm not done chewing your head off yet. We're headed to the airport!
Crazy Boy sighs and shuffles his feet behind his wife, Cassie yelling at him the whole time as the show fades to black.
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Present Day
Crazy Boy is seen in his beachhouse of Biloxi, Mississippi laying down on the couch. He has several ice packs on him, his middle part of his body bandages up. He is still feeling the effects of the unprovoked attack he had at the hands of Dominator and his mouthpiece at Trauma 213.
He can barely move and can barely stand, but he is still alive. That's what matters right now. He has been attacked and beaten down by people bigger than him all the time, but nothing like Dominator. It feels like he has gotten hit by a semi truck. But he's confused by something.
Why would he just attack him so unprovoked? It couldn't be because he was making a statement. After all, he was a former world champion and owner of another federation. He's already made a name for himself. There has to be something that he did that made Dominator tick, but he can't put his finger on it.
As he tries to lift his head up, a seering pain courses through his body, but he forces himself up and places the ice packs on the living room table. He looks around cautiously and looks at a bottle that is sitting at the edge of the table. He picks it up and examines it closely. The bottle has Brooklynn's name on it.
It looks like the same medication that made him fail the wellness test in the first place. He continues to stare at it, contempating what to do with it and doesn't notice his wife sneaking up behind him. She reaches over and knocks the bottle out of the hand, picks it up off the floor and walks up the kitchen and opens the bottle, dumping all of the pills into the garbage disposal and turns it on, turning all of the pills to dust.
Cassie: What were you doing with those, Ty? Didn't you learn your lesson the first time?! You already had strike one. Do you really want a strike two then a third strike?! That will cost you your damn job, you know. What the F*ck is the matter with you?
Crazy Boy sighs and struggles to get up from the couch. His whole body aches, but he forces himself to walk toward the kitchen and stare his angry wife in her eyes.
CB: I was not going to use them. In fact, I was planning on doing the same think YOU were planning to do. I'm not an idiot, Cass. I made a promise that I wouldn't do it again, and I'm keeping that promise.
Cassie looks at her husband attentively, looking for any facial expressions or anything that would tip her off on a lie, but doesn't see it. She nods and walks back toward the living room, her anger subsiding, washing away from her face.
Cassie: Well, good. If you need some medicine, we have some in the medicine cabinet. Also, just go to that health spa that you go to sometimes to get the kinks out. You'll feel better before long. You have to anyway, since you have a match at Trauma 214.
CB: Yeah yeah, I know. I have that match against that guy, Sicko. That wannabe that thinks that he can get under my skin and outcrazy me. I am the original Crazy in Pure Class Wrestling. There isn't anything he can do that I haven't done or seen already. It's a moot point.
And frankly, I'm done playing the pity card. I'm not going to go out there and "try my best" anymore. I'm going out there and I'm going to F*cking win. There is no rut deep enough that can keep me down.
Cassie smiles and walks down the hallway back toward the room as Crazy Boy sits down back on the couch and waits for the door to shut down the hall. He waits a couple of moments and pulls out his cell phone and hits a few buttons, putting the phone to his ear. After a few moments, you can hear him speak.
CB: Yeah, Brooklynn? I need to talk to you....
Static and fade.
End.
CB: What are you doing here Brooklynn? You all the sudden show up 15 years later and expect me to make amends? 15 year ago, you threatened all of us and almost threw me and Tommy in the nuthouse. What makes you think you can crawl back to me and think everything is going to okay?!
Brooklynn just smiles and eyes over toward his older brother, Carlos. All Carlos can do is shrug his shoulders and smile.
Carlos: Me and Brooklynn have been in contact for a few months now. All she wants to do is make amends and be a part of the family again.
The Crazy One turns around and sits down on one of the benches that line the walls of Carlos's gym. He closes his eyes, deep in thought, as his black haired sister comes and sits down next to him.
Brooklynn: It's been 15 years, Ty. Can't you just let bygones be bygones? I know that you hold grudges for a long time, but I left and I did a LOT of soul searching and therapy sessions. I am a new woman. All I want to do is make thing right, that's all.
Crazy Boy opens his eyes and looks toward his sister, who has some tears welling up in her eyes. Tyrone sighs and shakes his head slowly.
CB: Dammit, why do I have to be such a nice guy? What does Tommy say about all of this?
Brooklynn: I have't talked to Tommy yet. I wanted to talk to you first, because you tend to hold the grudges more than he does. I'll talk to him in a little while.
The Crazy One shakes his head and puts a hand softly on his younger sisters shoulder.
CB: Let me talk to him first. I'll let you talk to him soon enough. What are you going to do though? Are you moving here? What is going on?
Brooklynn once again eyes the eldest brother as Carlos just smiles and nods his head.
Carlos: Until she finds her own place, she's going to stay with me. We have that spare bedroom. Diana doesn't mind either. As for a job, she's going to look around, but for now, she is going to do some paperwork and secretary work around here. It's going to be a process, but I'm going to trust her when she says she wants to make amends.
Crazy Boy nods his head slowly as he turns to his younger sister and stares right in her eyes.
CB: I am still not crazy about the idea, but Carlos has always had the better head on his shoulders. I'll make amends for now... but if you try to F*ck me over again, there will be no coming back from the Hell you will go to!
All Brooklynn can do is nod her head, not saying a word. She seems to be in agreement with everything that The Crazy One is saying. Carlos walks up to the duo and motions Brooklynn to come with her.
Carlos: I'm going to show her the ropes. Show her some of the stuff she is needing to do around here. I'll catch you later, bro.
Tyrone nods his head as Carlos and Brooklynn gets to the office of the gym as he stands up from the bench and walks toward the exit. He opens the door, the sunlight beaming down on the parking lot. He puts on a pair of sunglasses and walks over to his Mustang GT 500. He opens the door and climbs in, cranking up and revving the engine. He speeds out of the parking lot, letting the show fade to black.
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Before Living A Legacy IX
Crazy Boy is seen sitting in his locker room, a piece of paper in his hand. He has a solemn look on his face as he looks down, reading the paper again. He scowls and throws the paper in front of him, watching it flutter to the ground.
He failed a wellness test and he can't wrestle at the biggest PPV of the year. He has a look of frustration on his face as he picks up his duffel bag and walks out the door. He slams it closed and turns around and yelps with surprise.
Standing next to the door is his wife Cassie. She has a very stern look on her face as Tyrone steps back nervously.
Cassie: Why aren't you wrestling? Your match is going on right now and you're not out there. What the hell is going on, Ty?
The Crazy One sighs and rushes back in the locker room and picks up the paper and walks back out, handing it to Cassie. She glances over it for a moment before looking up at her husband in anger.
Cassie: How the hell can you fail a wellness test? What the hell, Ty!?
Crazy Boy remains silent as Cassie storms up to him and places both hands on his shoulders, shaking him vigorously.
Cassie: Ty, Answer me! It says right here that you failed because there was some kind of substance that isn't on the approved list. Tell me now!
Tyrone sighs and closes his eyes, the solemn look continuing on his face.
CB: Brooklynn gave me some pain medicine to help me with my knee and back that has been acting up recently. Unfortunately, it was a prescribed medicine, and I didn't tell them that I was taking it, and one of the ingredients isn't on the approved list. I couldn't help it though. I was just in quite a bit of pain.
Cassie sighs heavily and takes a step back. Her anger subsides a little bit. She knows what kind of pain he has been in as he gets a little older, but it's no excuse to take something that isn't on the approved list.
Cassie: I knew that Brooklynn was bad news. Look at what she is doing already! You need to keep your distance and please STAY AWAY FROM HER!
Cassie shouts the last few words, which takes Crazy Boy back, but he shakes his head furiously, attempting to explain.
CB: Don't blame her. I asked her for them. She only gave them to me because I insisted. And now I'm paying the price. I won't do it again.
Cassie turns around and starts to storm off. As she does, you can hear her yelling at her husband.
Cassie: Come on, Ty. I'm not done chewing your head off yet. We're headed to the airport!
Crazy Boy sighs and shuffles his feet behind his wife, Cassie yelling at him the whole time as the show fades to black.
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Present Day
Crazy Boy is seen in his beachhouse of Biloxi, Mississippi laying down on the couch. He has several ice packs on him, his middle part of his body bandages up. He is still feeling the effects of the unprovoked attack he had at the hands of Dominator and his mouthpiece at Trauma 213.
He can barely move and can barely stand, but he is still alive. That's what matters right now. He has been attacked and beaten down by people bigger than him all the time, but nothing like Dominator. It feels like he has gotten hit by a semi truck. But he's confused by something.
Why would he just attack him so unprovoked? It couldn't be because he was making a statement. After all, he was a former world champion and owner of another federation. He's already made a name for himself. There has to be something that he did that made Dominator tick, but he can't put his finger on it.
As he tries to lift his head up, a seering pain courses through his body, but he forces himself up and places the ice packs on the living room table. He looks around cautiously and looks at a bottle that is sitting at the edge of the table. He picks it up and examines it closely. The bottle has Brooklynn's name on it.
It looks like the same medication that made him fail the wellness test in the first place. He continues to stare at it, contempating what to do with it and doesn't notice his wife sneaking up behind him. She reaches over and knocks the bottle out of the hand, picks it up off the floor and walks up the kitchen and opens the bottle, dumping all of the pills into the garbage disposal and turns it on, turning all of the pills to dust.
Cassie: What were you doing with those, Ty? Didn't you learn your lesson the first time?! You already had strike one. Do you really want a strike two then a third strike?! That will cost you your damn job, you know. What the F*ck is the matter with you?
Crazy Boy sighs and struggles to get up from the couch. His whole body aches, but he forces himself to walk toward the kitchen and stare his angry wife in her eyes.
CB: I was not going to use them. In fact, I was planning on doing the same think YOU were planning to do. I'm not an idiot, Cass. I made a promise that I wouldn't do it again, and I'm keeping that promise.
Cassie looks at her husband attentively, looking for any facial expressions or anything that would tip her off on a lie, but doesn't see it. She nods and walks back toward the living room, her anger subsiding, washing away from her face.
Cassie: Well, good. If you need some medicine, we have some in the medicine cabinet. Also, just go to that health spa that you go to sometimes to get the kinks out. You'll feel better before long. You have to anyway, since you have a match at Trauma 214.
CB: Yeah yeah, I know. I have that match against that guy, Sicko. That wannabe that thinks that he can get under my skin and outcrazy me. I am the original Crazy in Pure Class Wrestling. There isn't anything he can do that I haven't done or seen already. It's a moot point.
And frankly, I'm done playing the pity card. I'm not going to go out there and "try my best" anymore. I'm going out there and I'm going to F*cking win. There is no rut deep enough that can keep me down.
Cassie smiles and walks down the hallway back toward the room as Crazy Boy sits down back on the couch and waits for the door to shut down the hall. He waits a couple of moments and pulls out his cell phone and hits a few buttons, putting the phone to his ear. After a few moments, you can hear him speak.
CB: Yeah, Brooklynn? I need to talk to you....
Static and fade.
End.
