Post by Tyrone "Crazy Boy" Smith on Aug 13, 2018 16:22:53 GMT -5
Wait...
And we open up the scene, because we can… and it’s somewhere. I’m not totally sure WHERE we are, but it isn’t the usual suspects of the beach house or Carlos’s gym, so let’s just call it somewhere in his hometown, in a parking garage, with him sitting in his fancy sports car at one of the local casinos.
(CB) ...Now I'm confused...Is everyone worried about me that I’m facing Grimm at the PPV?
The veteran superstar looks down at his ankle, scarred up on both sides from the surgery he had the last time he faced Grimm in a match. Let’s just say, it didn’t end pretty.
(CB) I mean I, personally, am no stranger to Grimm. I know what he is capable of and I know the diminishing of my wellbeing he has done every time I face him in the ring. The broken ankle spoke for itself. But that was the past, and I’m trying to not dwell on the past anymore. Injuries and broken bones are commonplace in a profession like this.
Yeah, because we all your past no longer means anything here...you have closure of your past, and you can look to the future with your head held high. Like maybe getting in the winning column...
(CB) But you should take a cue from me. Back then, I was just younger, more immature, more reckless. I did not care what toll I did to my body, as long as I entertained the fans and won the match. These bumps and bruises are from years and years of wear and tear on my aging body.
The Crazy One pauses briefly and shakes his head.
(CB) Now, I'm not I’m saying I'm going to have an easy time at Return to Glory. Far From it. Grimm has possibly hurt me more than anyone else has in the history of my career in PCW. Broken ankle, nearly shattered back, my whole body has been nothing but a bowl of Rice Krispies when it comes to him, and frankly, back in the day, I deserved it. I tended to be a little more cocky, a little more arrogant and, with its own merit, had a bit of swagger and an ego to me.
The veteran superstar shakes his head.
(CB) What I’m saying now is that I’m a little older, a little wiser, and willing to take less risks than I did. I’m playing the field a little more conservative and throwing the dice on the playing field to see what turns up. With my new approach, my broken and tattered body can take more abuse, without destroying it myself. And with this, I am prone to make less mistakes than I did in my early years.
Tyrone nods his head slightly.
(CB) ... And that’s why this match isn’t as much of a forgone conclusion than you make it out to be, Grimm. I’m not the same gullible, naïve wrestler I was when you faced me the last time. I’m not the risk taker or accident prone wrestler I once was. And that makes all the difference, Grimm. I’m a lot more technically sound and way more strategic than the star struck, childish, immature and wide eyed superstar I once was.
Crazy Boy rubs his hand on where his mouth and chin should be as he continues.
(CB) I'm not sure how long you've ran in the business, and quite frankly, I don't care. The fact of the matter is you have potential to be one of the greats in this business, but until you're given a reality check and dropped down a couple of pegs, you're just going to stay right where you are...Being thrown into a random match against someone like me, thinking that someone like me is easy pickings and just another notch on your belt, thinking that I’m just a stepping stone to show cooperate that I’m not worthy to step in the squared circle anymore. You think that cooperate is frustrated with me, disappointed that I’m not winning matches and want me out of Pure Class Wrestling for good? You WISH you were that lucky, Grimm.
Tyrone starts rubbing his hands together.
(CB) And it seems like you think you'll be making my life a living hell before Return to Glory? You think you are going to get in my head? Thinking that I didn’t have a chance before even STEPPING in the ring with you? Did you ever think of what would happen I you know, get lucky, and BEAT YOU at Return to Glory? What would happen then, Grimm? All these losses I piled up recently, my mind wasn’t in the right place. I was preoccupied with personal problems, and I took it to the workplace, and it dropped my performance significantly. But now that I have closure on the whole situation, I can look forward, mind cleared, and more focused than anyone has EVER seen me in a long time.
The Crazy One pauses again, this time to throw a chuckle in there, almost as if he's pre-plotting what he will do if he beats Grimm.
(CB) No, there was a reason why you are in this match against me at Return to Glory, Grimm. And it’s not because the higher ups are punishing me for my lack of performance. It’s not because they want you to end my career and remove the so-called “Cancer” from Pure Class Wrestling. No, it’s something much more than you ever anticipated.
Tyrone cocks his head to the side briefly.
(CB) It’s to wipe that smug, egotistical, narcissistic, and cocky smile right off your goddamned face. I’m sick of everyone treating me like the welcome mat of Pure Class Wrestling, thinking that I’m just another washed-up has been that anyone can beat. Frankly, Grimm, you spewed nonsense with every word you muttered in that promo of yours. You don’t care that I’m one of the longest tenured superstars in the business. You don’t care about the old guard. You only care about two things: hurting people and feeding your own self ego.
Another slight laugh from the veteran superstar.
(CB) Wounds heal, fractures heal, even old memories heal over time. A broken spirit, however, takes longer to heal, and sometimes an individual never recovers from a broken spirit. They get broken down so much, that they become a shell of themselves and eventually wither an die. Let’s test that theory, shall we, Grimm? At Return to Glory, let’s see how far I have to go to break your spirit. I want to see the look on your face when I have MY arm raised in victory, you laying down on the mat, looking up at the spotlights shining on your broken and shattered psyche, thinking to yourself what the HELL went wrong!
And with that the feed cuts.
Static and fade.
End.
And we open up the scene, because we can… and it’s somewhere. I’m not totally sure WHERE we are, but it isn’t the usual suspects of the beach house or Carlos’s gym, so let’s just call it somewhere in his hometown, in a parking garage, with him sitting in his fancy sports car at one of the local casinos.
(CB) ...Now I'm confused...Is everyone worried about me that I’m facing Grimm at the PPV?
The veteran superstar looks down at his ankle, scarred up on both sides from the surgery he had the last time he faced Grimm in a match. Let’s just say, it didn’t end pretty.
(CB) I mean I, personally, am no stranger to Grimm. I know what he is capable of and I know the diminishing of my wellbeing he has done every time I face him in the ring. The broken ankle spoke for itself. But that was the past, and I’m trying to not dwell on the past anymore. Injuries and broken bones are commonplace in a profession like this.
Yeah, because we all your past no longer means anything here...you have closure of your past, and you can look to the future with your head held high. Like maybe getting in the winning column...
(CB) But you should take a cue from me. Back then, I was just younger, more immature, more reckless. I did not care what toll I did to my body, as long as I entertained the fans and won the match. These bumps and bruises are from years and years of wear and tear on my aging body.
The Crazy One pauses briefly and shakes his head.
(CB) Now, I'm not I’m saying I'm going to have an easy time at Return to Glory. Far From it. Grimm has possibly hurt me more than anyone else has in the history of my career in PCW. Broken ankle, nearly shattered back, my whole body has been nothing but a bowl of Rice Krispies when it comes to him, and frankly, back in the day, I deserved it. I tended to be a little more cocky, a little more arrogant and, with its own merit, had a bit of swagger and an ego to me.
The veteran superstar shakes his head.
(CB) What I’m saying now is that I’m a little older, a little wiser, and willing to take less risks than I did. I’m playing the field a little more conservative and throwing the dice on the playing field to see what turns up. With my new approach, my broken and tattered body can take more abuse, without destroying it myself. And with this, I am prone to make less mistakes than I did in my early years.
Tyrone nods his head slightly.
(CB) ... And that’s why this match isn’t as much of a forgone conclusion than you make it out to be, Grimm. I’m not the same gullible, naïve wrestler I was when you faced me the last time. I’m not the risk taker or accident prone wrestler I once was. And that makes all the difference, Grimm. I’m a lot more technically sound and way more strategic than the star struck, childish, immature and wide eyed superstar I once was.
Crazy Boy rubs his hand on where his mouth and chin should be as he continues.
(CB) I'm not sure how long you've ran in the business, and quite frankly, I don't care. The fact of the matter is you have potential to be one of the greats in this business, but until you're given a reality check and dropped down a couple of pegs, you're just going to stay right where you are...Being thrown into a random match against someone like me, thinking that someone like me is easy pickings and just another notch on your belt, thinking that I’m just a stepping stone to show cooperate that I’m not worthy to step in the squared circle anymore. You think that cooperate is frustrated with me, disappointed that I’m not winning matches and want me out of Pure Class Wrestling for good? You WISH you were that lucky, Grimm.
Tyrone starts rubbing his hands together.
(CB) And it seems like you think you'll be making my life a living hell before Return to Glory? You think you are going to get in my head? Thinking that I didn’t have a chance before even STEPPING in the ring with you? Did you ever think of what would happen I you know, get lucky, and BEAT YOU at Return to Glory? What would happen then, Grimm? All these losses I piled up recently, my mind wasn’t in the right place. I was preoccupied with personal problems, and I took it to the workplace, and it dropped my performance significantly. But now that I have closure on the whole situation, I can look forward, mind cleared, and more focused than anyone has EVER seen me in a long time.
The Crazy One pauses again, this time to throw a chuckle in there, almost as if he's pre-plotting what he will do if he beats Grimm.
(CB) No, there was a reason why you are in this match against me at Return to Glory, Grimm. And it’s not because the higher ups are punishing me for my lack of performance. It’s not because they want you to end my career and remove the so-called “Cancer” from Pure Class Wrestling. No, it’s something much more than you ever anticipated.
Tyrone cocks his head to the side briefly.
(CB) It’s to wipe that smug, egotistical, narcissistic, and cocky smile right off your goddamned face. I’m sick of everyone treating me like the welcome mat of Pure Class Wrestling, thinking that I’m just another washed-up has been that anyone can beat. Frankly, Grimm, you spewed nonsense with every word you muttered in that promo of yours. You don’t care that I’m one of the longest tenured superstars in the business. You don’t care about the old guard. You only care about two things: hurting people and feeding your own self ego.
Another slight laugh from the veteran superstar.
(CB) Wounds heal, fractures heal, even old memories heal over time. A broken spirit, however, takes longer to heal, and sometimes an individual never recovers from a broken spirit. They get broken down so much, that they become a shell of themselves and eventually wither an die. Let’s test that theory, shall we, Grimm? At Return to Glory, let’s see how far I have to go to break your spirit. I want to see the look on your face when I have MY arm raised in victory, you laying down on the mat, looking up at the spotlights shining on your broken and shattered psyche, thinking to yourself what the HELL went wrong!
And with that the feed cuts.
Static and fade.
End.
