Post by Tyrone "Crazy Boy" Smith on Jul 2, 2018 15:39:57 GMT -5
For a few months, Tyrone “Crazy Boy” Smith has been nowhere to be seen in Pure Class Wrestling. Personal and emotional tribulations prevented the veteran superstar from performing his duties as a wrestler and the Hall of Famer that he is known to be. After the searching for months, he did find his biological mother, Linda, and confronted her about the video and everything that happened in his young life that was blamed on his father, John.
In the end, Linda admitted everything about what happened to him and his brothers and sister, saying that she didn’t want to turn out to be the bad guy, so she threw the blame on John. When the Crazy One confronts her and tells her that all his mental problems and everything that has happened on him was blamed on the wrong person, all she does is shrug her shoulders and says she has no regrets and explained how much she hated the man, but stuck with him because of all of the kids. She was trying to find any way to leave him, and she thought that him being shown as a horrible father would have gotten the job done.
In this end, it made everything worse, but Tyrone was satisfied that he has closure. It wasn’t quite what he was looking for, but he is satisfied with the result and, although his biological mother showed no regret in her actions, Crazy Boy can finally start to look toward the future and get back into the ring to do what he loves the best: wrestle, entertain the fans, and get back into the win column.
“Frank Merritt. The name rings a bell, Cass. If I remember, I faced him twice and had some success against him. He claimed to be a monster, but he seemed to green in the ring. Like the only thing he had going for him seemed to be his size and strength, which was not too hard to exploit. Why do you ask about him? He didn’t make a huge splash in PCW, and I actually almost forgot about him.”
Cassie just sighs and practically throws a sheet of paper at her husband and it lands at his feet. He picks it up and stares at it intently, noticing it’s the Trauma card. He takes a look at it and looks up at his beautiful wife with a confused look on his face. Cassie throws her hands in the air and heaves a heavy sigh, one that has a frustrating sound in the tone.
“Your opponent, Holden Ross. That’s what I mean. That’s Frank Merritt’s son. THAT is why I brought him up.”
Crazy Boy smiles, standing up and kisses his wife on the cheek. He just nods his head slowly and closes his eyes.
“How do you know all of this, Cass? It’s like you have an infinite wealth of knowledge.”
“It’s called research, baby. A little bit goes the wrong way. Plus, he already shot a promo, taking about his father, and about you of course. I suggest you take a look at it.”
The Crazy One nods and pulls his smartphone out of his pocket. After pushing a few buttons, a video pops up and the promo shot by Holden Ross plays loudly on the phone. He mentions a few irrelevant things, particularly to him, but toward the end, he starts mentioning about his father, Frank and the Hall of Famer. After a few moments, he turns off the phone and puts it back in his pants pocket. Cassie smiles and walks down the hallway, leaving Tyrone with his thoughts.
“So it’s true. Frank Merritt is your father. I can respect that to some aspects. It takes a lot to follow in your parent’s footsteps and go into the same profession that your father or mother did. Heaven knows I didn’t. The point is that although your father faded into mediocrity in this profession, it doesn’t mean that you have to, and by the looks of it, with the way you talk and the way you look, you could have a bright future in the world of professional wrestling and go further than your father ever did.”
Crazy Boy steps out to the balcony and lets the gulf breeze flow through his long, blonde hair. He takes a huge whiff of the salty air as he lets the weather take over his body, enjoying the outdoor weather.
“I’m glad you are not doing this for vengeance and revenge for your father, as that would be an extremely wrong way to approach our upcoming match. You need to have a clear head and a cool conscience if you want to have a chance against me, because here’s the thing, Holden. This is only your second match, and I have been doing this for around 20 years. It’s nothing against you, as like I said, you have a bright future ahead of you, but there’s just no way you can overcome the experience that I have over you.”
Tyrone starts to pace along the balcony, like a rabid dog, as he continues to speak.
“it’s nothing against you, Holden. I know you have a lot to prove, but this is my first match in almost three months, and I have a lot to prove myself. I need this win to get back in the thick and hunt of things and show everyone WHY I am a Hall of Famer in this company. It’s nothing against you, and I don’t want you to hold anything back, but in the end, At Trauma, I will be starting a family tradition and the old saying will be relevant in your case…
Like father, Like son.”
Tyrone smiles and waves at the camera, walking back into the beach house, closing the glass door behind him, as he lets the promo fade to black.
Static and fade.
End.
In the end, Linda admitted everything about what happened to him and his brothers and sister, saying that she didn’t want to turn out to be the bad guy, so she threw the blame on John. When the Crazy One confronts her and tells her that all his mental problems and everything that has happened on him was blamed on the wrong person, all she does is shrug her shoulders and says she has no regrets and explained how much she hated the man, but stuck with him because of all of the kids. She was trying to find any way to leave him, and she thought that him being shown as a horrible father would have gotten the job done.
In this end, it made everything worse, but Tyrone was satisfied that he has closure. It wasn’t quite what he was looking for, but he is satisfied with the result and, although his biological mother showed no regret in her actions, Crazy Boy can finally start to look toward the future and get back into the ring to do what he loves the best: wrestle, entertain the fans, and get back into the win column.
“Frank Merritt. The name rings a bell, Cass. If I remember, I faced him twice and had some success against him. He claimed to be a monster, but he seemed to green in the ring. Like the only thing he had going for him seemed to be his size and strength, which was not too hard to exploit. Why do you ask about him? He didn’t make a huge splash in PCW, and I actually almost forgot about him.”
Cassie just sighs and practically throws a sheet of paper at her husband and it lands at his feet. He picks it up and stares at it intently, noticing it’s the Trauma card. He takes a look at it and looks up at his beautiful wife with a confused look on his face. Cassie throws her hands in the air and heaves a heavy sigh, one that has a frustrating sound in the tone.
“Your opponent, Holden Ross. That’s what I mean. That’s Frank Merritt’s son. THAT is why I brought him up.”
Crazy Boy smiles, standing up and kisses his wife on the cheek. He just nods his head slowly and closes his eyes.
“How do you know all of this, Cass? It’s like you have an infinite wealth of knowledge.”
“It’s called research, baby. A little bit goes the wrong way. Plus, he already shot a promo, taking about his father, and about you of course. I suggest you take a look at it.”
The Crazy One nods and pulls his smartphone out of his pocket. After pushing a few buttons, a video pops up and the promo shot by Holden Ross plays loudly on the phone. He mentions a few irrelevant things, particularly to him, but toward the end, he starts mentioning about his father, Frank and the Hall of Famer. After a few moments, he turns off the phone and puts it back in his pants pocket. Cassie smiles and walks down the hallway, leaving Tyrone with his thoughts.
“So it’s true. Frank Merritt is your father. I can respect that to some aspects. It takes a lot to follow in your parent’s footsteps and go into the same profession that your father or mother did. Heaven knows I didn’t. The point is that although your father faded into mediocrity in this profession, it doesn’t mean that you have to, and by the looks of it, with the way you talk and the way you look, you could have a bright future in the world of professional wrestling and go further than your father ever did.”
Crazy Boy steps out to the balcony and lets the gulf breeze flow through his long, blonde hair. He takes a huge whiff of the salty air as he lets the weather take over his body, enjoying the outdoor weather.
“I’m glad you are not doing this for vengeance and revenge for your father, as that would be an extremely wrong way to approach our upcoming match. You need to have a clear head and a cool conscience if you want to have a chance against me, because here’s the thing, Holden. This is only your second match, and I have been doing this for around 20 years. It’s nothing against you, as like I said, you have a bright future ahead of you, but there’s just no way you can overcome the experience that I have over you.”
Tyrone starts to pace along the balcony, like a rabid dog, as he continues to speak.
“it’s nothing against you, Holden. I know you have a lot to prove, but this is my first match in almost three months, and I have a lot to prove myself. I need this win to get back in the thick and hunt of things and show everyone WHY I am a Hall of Famer in this company. It’s nothing against you, and I don’t want you to hold anything back, but in the end, At Trauma, I will be starting a family tradition and the old saying will be relevant in your case…
Like father, Like son.”
Tyrone smiles and waves at the camera, walking back into the beach house, closing the glass door behind him, as he lets the promo fade to black.
Static and fade.
End.
