Post by Tyrone "Crazy Boy" Smith on Aug 14, 2017 16:25:15 GMT -5
The scene opens up in Carlos Smith's gym in Biloxi, Mississippi. All around there are people working out, some of them on the weight benches, treadmills and the ring that is in the direct center of the large, luminous room. On the side is wide, wooden benches, with various bags and water bottles lining them. One one side of the bench, a familiar looking pair of pants enter the camera view.
As the camera pans up, the familiar long blonde hair comes into focus. The bottom of the hair has grown out, almost to the middle of his back. As the camera continues to pan up, you can see the familiar smile plastered on his face. Sweat pours down his face, dripping down to his chin and dropping down to the cement floor.
The camera pans to the face of the individual, and it is revealed to be PCW Hall of Famer, Tyrone "Crazy Boy" Smith. He is gasping for air, gulping down a bottle of water like it is in short supply. He puts the almost empty bottle next to him and leans back, his back touching one of the lockers behind him. Sitting next to him is a little younger looking woman, her hair dyed an almost fire red. She is wearing a tight tank top and bicycle shorts. The tank top shows off certain... accents.. of her body.
That woman is shown to be Tyrone's younger sister, Brooklynn, who is trying to reconcile with the family after 15 years of enstrangement. She also has sweat dripping down her face as she takes a sip of her own water bottle and sits it down next to her.
Brooklynn: What a workout, eh Ty?
Crazy Boy slowly nods his head and looks around the massive room. Carlos is standing next to a middle aged man on the weight bench, spotting him and giving him advice. He smiles softly to himself, seeing everything is actually going well.
CB: Yeah. Thanks for helping me with my workout. I feel like I can get more done with someone else besides Carlos. He always gets preoccupied with his work and sometimes he can't get to me all of the time.
Brooklynn nods her head and stands up, her bicycle shorts showing off more.. accents. She walks over toward the ring in the middle of the room and motions to Tyrone.
Brooklynn: Get in the ring. I'm going to go get the trainer. You need to get ready for Dominator. He's not going to be one to overlook.
The Crazy One sighs and gets up from the bench. He takes a stretch, yawning. He has been at this for 3 hours, and Brooklynn has no intentions of stopping. Over the past couple of weeks, she has been invested in trying to help his career, pushing the Hall of Famer further than he has been pushed in a long time. He is aching in every part of his body, but he shuffles toward the ring and climbs under the rope, leaning against the middle and top rope.
Brooklynn winks at her brother as she walks off, toward the trainers room as Tyrone just leans against the ropes, sighing. He has one of his biggest matches in a long time in PCW, a huge thorn in his side, a monster of a man, Dominator. Week after week, since he arrived, he has beaten down the Hall of Famer, his mouthpiece, Mortimer, berating the superstar and talking about time and "being disappointed" in the competition.
Crazy Boy knows he is at a weight, height and power disadvantage against this monster. He knows that Mortimer is right in certain aspects of what he is talking about. Crazy Boy hasn't had the most illustrious career in the past few months, in fact, losing WAY more than he has won. He knows that he has disappointed so many fans, and he plans to change it.
As he continues to think about Dominator and his match at Return to Glory VIII, Brooklynn comes back from the trainers room as one of the trainers marches into the ring and stares at the veteran superstar. Crazy Boy snaps out of his daydream and looks across the ring, his eyes bulging out at the mere sight of this guy.
The guy is about as big as Dominator, albeit not as muscular. He stands a few inches taller than Tyrone. He has a menacing, yet soft, grin on his face as he walks a few steps toward the superstar. Pretty soon, he is standing about a foot away from him. Tyrone turns his head and gives a glare at his sister, as she shrugs her shoulders.
Brooklynn: I just thought he would be a good trainer, given Dominator's size. Get used to it. You aren't the biggest guy in the world. You can do this. I've seen you do it before.
Crazy Boy sighs as the trainer ties up with the superstar and whispers some instructions in his ear. Tyrone just sighs and escapes, bouncing off the ropes and jumps at the trainer, who catches him and shakes his head. He carries him around the ring for a little bit before throwing him over his head. Crazy Boy reacts quickly and lands on his feet, taking a few quick glances at the trainer, who just grins from ear to ear.
Brooklynn: See? You can do it if you try. You had the reflexes to land back on your feet, but you shouldn't let your guard down.
In the moment he is listening to his sister, the trainer charges across the ring and shoulder tackles the superstar, the Crazy One flying a couple of feet and falling hard on the mat. Tyrone lays on the mat for a moment, stunned, as he shakes the cobwebs out of his head and slowly gets back up, staring at the trainer.
He understands what Brooklynn is doing. She wants him to prepare for the calculating onslaught that Dominator is probably going to deliver. But sometimes it is not the best idea to get extensive training. If Crazy Boy is going to get through this match, he is going to have to be at 100%, and this trainer is making mince meat of the veteran superstar.
As Tyrone gets back up, the trainer rushes and delivers a wicked clotheline to him. Crazy Boy gasps for air and lays down on the mat, trying to regain his composure. The trainer walks over and picks up Crazy Boy and delivers a wicked slap across his chest. Crazy Boy winces as the trainer walks over and whispers something in his ear. An irish whip as Tyrone bounces off the ropes and ducks under the oncoming trainer. The Crazy One gets an idea and jumps on the middle rope and kicks the trainer on the side of the head, stunning him.
Brooklynn: You're getting the gist of it. You have to use your speed and agility to overcome Dominator. What you lack in power, you have in speed. You are going to have to have the ring awareness and use the entire ring to your advantage.
She nods at the trainer, who shakes his head after the kick and climbs out of the ring, standing on the side of it.
She's right, you know Tyrone thinks to himself, but there is something that has been bugging him for a little bit.
CB: Brook, how in the hell did you get so knowledgeable about all of this? I don't recall you ever being into wrestling that much.
Brooklynn chuckles and gestures expansively.
Brooklynn: I'm here all of the time. I've been watching Carlos do his training and I've been watching the trainers and listening to what they have to say. I've really picked up on it in the past few weeks.
Crazy Boy mumbles something to himself as he climbs out of the ring. He walks back toward the bench and sits down for a moment. He takes a huge sip out of his nearly empty bottle and closes his eyes for a moment.
He knows Brooklynn is right. He knows that he has the speed and the agility that Dominator doesn't have and he is going to have to exploit every advantage he can. Dominator isn't one to go down easy, so he is going to have to pull out every trick in the book to bring the sinister monster off of his feet.
Crazy Boy growls to himself. He's had enough of the beatdowns. He's had enough of the berating. He's had enough of Dominator. He doesn't care WHAT he has to do. At Return to Glory VII, he will emerge victorious. No matter what it takes and no matter toll it takes on his body.
The Crazy One opens his eyes and moves his neck around, feeling a bit stiff from the brief training session. He winces in a bit of pain as he reaches over to his duffel bag sitting on the bench and opens it up. He rummages around in it and stops for a second before pulling out something from the bag...
It's a prescription bottle.. of pain medication.
Static and fade.
End.
As the camera pans up, the familiar long blonde hair comes into focus. The bottom of the hair has grown out, almost to the middle of his back. As the camera continues to pan up, you can see the familiar smile plastered on his face. Sweat pours down his face, dripping down to his chin and dropping down to the cement floor.
The camera pans to the face of the individual, and it is revealed to be PCW Hall of Famer, Tyrone "Crazy Boy" Smith. He is gasping for air, gulping down a bottle of water like it is in short supply. He puts the almost empty bottle next to him and leans back, his back touching one of the lockers behind him. Sitting next to him is a little younger looking woman, her hair dyed an almost fire red. She is wearing a tight tank top and bicycle shorts. The tank top shows off certain... accents.. of her body.
That woman is shown to be Tyrone's younger sister, Brooklynn, who is trying to reconcile with the family after 15 years of enstrangement. She also has sweat dripping down her face as she takes a sip of her own water bottle and sits it down next to her.
Brooklynn: What a workout, eh Ty?
Crazy Boy slowly nods his head and looks around the massive room. Carlos is standing next to a middle aged man on the weight bench, spotting him and giving him advice. He smiles softly to himself, seeing everything is actually going well.
CB: Yeah. Thanks for helping me with my workout. I feel like I can get more done with someone else besides Carlos. He always gets preoccupied with his work and sometimes he can't get to me all of the time.
Brooklynn nods her head and stands up, her bicycle shorts showing off more.. accents. She walks over toward the ring in the middle of the room and motions to Tyrone.
Brooklynn: Get in the ring. I'm going to go get the trainer. You need to get ready for Dominator. He's not going to be one to overlook.
The Crazy One sighs and gets up from the bench. He takes a stretch, yawning. He has been at this for 3 hours, and Brooklynn has no intentions of stopping. Over the past couple of weeks, she has been invested in trying to help his career, pushing the Hall of Famer further than he has been pushed in a long time. He is aching in every part of his body, but he shuffles toward the ring and climbs under the rope, leaning against the middle and top rope.
Brooklynn winks at her brother as she walks off, toward the trainers room as Tyrone just leans against the ropes, sighing. He has one of his biggest matches in a long time in PCW, a huge thorn in his side, a monster of a man, Dominator. Week after week, since he arrived, he has beaten down the Hall of Famer, his mouthpiece, Mortimer, berating the superstar and talking about time and "being disappointed" in the competition.
Crazy Boy knows he is at a weight, height and power disadvantage against this monster. He knows that Mortimer is right in certain aspects of what he is talking about. Crazy Boy hasn't had the most illustrious career in the past few months, in fact, losing WAY more than he has won. He knows that he has disappointed so many fans, and he plans to change it.
As he continues to think about Dominator and his match at Return to Glory VIII, Brooklynn comes back from the trainers room as one of the trainers marches into the ring and stares at the veteran superstar. Crazy Boy snaps out of his daydream and looks across the ring, his eyes bulging out at the mere sight of this guy.
The guy is about as big as Dominator, albeit not as muscular. He stands a few inches taller than Tyrone. He has a menacing, yet soft, grin on his face as he walks a few steps toward the superstar. Pretty soon, he is standing about a foot away from him. Tyrone turns his head and gives a glare at his sister, as she shrugs her shoulders.
Brooklynn: I just thought he would be a good trainer, given Dominator's size. Get used to it. You aren't the biggest guy in the world. You can do this. I've seen you do it before.
Crazy Boy sighs as the trainer ties up with the superstar and whispers some instructions in his ear. Tyrone just sighs and escapes, bouncing off the ropes and jumps at the trainer, who catches him and shakes his head. He carries him around the ring for a little bit before throwing him over his head. Crazy Boy reacts quickly and lands on his feet, taking a few quick glances at the trainer, who just grins from ear to ear.
Brooklynn: See? You can do it if you try. You had the reflexes to land back on your feet, but you shouldn't let your guard down.
In the moment he is listening to his sister, the trainer charges across the ring and shoulder tackles the superstar, the Crazy One flying a couple of feet and falling hard on the mat. Tyrone lays on the mat for a moment, stunned, as he shakes the cobwebs out of his head and slowly gets back up, staring at the trainer.
He understands what Brooklynn is doing. She wants him to prepare for the calculating onslaught that Dominator is probably going to deliver. But sometimes it is not the best idea to get extensive training. If Crazy Boy is going to get through this match, he is going to have to be at 100%, and this trainer is making mince meat of the veteran superstar.
As Tyrone gets back up, the trainer rushes and delivers a wicked clotheline to him. Crazy Boy gasps for air and lays down on the mat, trying to regain his composure. The trainer walks over and picks up Crazy Boy and delivers a wicked slap across his chest. Crazy Boy winces as the trainer walks over and whispers something in his ear. An irish whip as Tyrone bounces off the ropes and ducks under the oncoming trainer. The Crazy One gets an idea and jumps on the middle rope and kicks the trainer on the side of the head, stunning him.
Brooklynn: You're getting the gist of it. You have to use your speed and agility to overcome Dominator. What you lack in power, you have in speed. You are going to have to have the ring awareness and use the entire ring to your advantage.
She nods at the trainer, who shakes his head after the kick and climbs out of the ring, standing on the side of it.
She's right, you know Tyrone thinks to himself, but there is something that has been bugging him for a little bit.
CB: Brook, how in the hell did you get so knowledgeable about all of this? I don't recall you ever being into wrestling that much.
Brooklynn chuckles and gestures expansively.
Brooklynn: I'm here all of the time. I've been watching Carlos do his training and I've been watching the trainers and listening to what they have to say. I've really picked up on it in the past few weeks.
Crazy Boy mumbles something to himself as he climbs out of the ring. He walks back toward the bench and sits down for a moment. He takes a huge sip out of his nearly empty bottle and closes his eyes for a moment.
He knows Brooklynn is right. He knows that he has the speed and the agility that Dominator doesn't have and he is going to have to exploit every advantage he can. Dominator isn't one to go down easy, so he is going to have to pull out every trick in the book to bring the sinister monster off of his feet.
Crazy Boy growls to himself. He's had enough of the beatdowns. He's had enough of the berating. He's had enough of Dominator. He doesn't care WHAT he has to do. At Return to Glory VII, he will emerge victorious. No matter what it takes and no matter toll it takes on his body.
The Crazy One opens his eyes and moves his neck around, feeling a bit stiff from the brief training session. He winces in a bit of pain as he reaches over to his duffel bag sitting on the bench and opens it up. He rummages around in it and stops for a second before pulling out something from the bag...
It's a prescription bottle.. of pain medication.
Static and fade.
End.