Post by Tyrone "Crazy Boy" Smith on Sept 10, 2018 17:53:44 GMT -5
I didn’t win the tag team match. But that doesn’t mean I’m not in a good mood.
We open up with Tyrone “Crazy Boy” Smith coming off a recent tag team loss to Grimm and Gerard Angelo. He didn’t win the match, but he is proud that he actually lasted a good while against Grimm and almost beat him again. He is starting to get Grimm’s number and it’s just a matter of time before he finally notches that victory over him and get this monkey off his back that has been clawing at him for years.
This week, he gets his small taste for revenge, for this week he faces the person that has started to become a thorn in his side the past couple of shows. .
This week, he has Gerard Angelo.
I’m okay Cassie, seriously. I’m a little sore, but that doesn’t mean that I won’t be able to do my job.
We see Tyrone “Crazy Boy” Smith talking on a cell phone. He apparently is talking to his wife, Cassie, on there. There is a slight pause then Tyrone shakes his head softly.
I’m fine, Cassie. I’ll take it a little easy for the next couple of days, but I gotta get back into the gym and get ready for my match. I have to beat this guy.
Another slight pause and Crazy Boy sighs and nods his head.
I know this is the same guy that pinned me last week in the tag match, but I’m not going to make the same mistake twice.
Another pause and as Crazy Boy is walking around his hotel room, he hears a knock on the door.
I got to go Cass. Someone is at the door. Yes, I love you too baby. Bye.
A couple of sounds and the phone shuts off. A knock on the door again and Tyrone goes and opens it. He sees a guy that looks like him but only a little bit older and has black hair, instead of blonde.
It is Tyrone’s older brother, Carlos.
Hey Carlos. What’s up? Coming to see if I am okay? Because I am.
Well, that was one thing I was going to do, but that’s not why I’m here. I’m here because I want to make sure you get the win this coming up Trauma.
That got Tyrone’s attention.
I’m listening.
Let me be in your corner. I promise that I won’t interfere with the match, I just going to be out there for moral support.
Tyrone thinks for a moment, then nods his head.
Okay, fine. You can be out there, just know that I will not let you interfere. I will and want to take care of this asshole myself. He was the one that is running his mouth and letting his huge ego get to his head. He’s been hanging around Grimm too long, and I need to knock him down a peg or two.
Carlos nods and grins from ear to ear.
Good. See you then.
Tyrone closes the door as Carlos walks out of the room. He locks the door behind him and makes his way out to the balcony that is connected to his room. Crazy Boy steps outside and grabs a cigarette from his pocket and lights it up. He takes a couple of drags and stares out at the city below him.
It’s pretty isn’t it? I like the city. The bustle of life, the glowing of lights at nighttime. There’s just some disadvantages about it. The noise and the smog and stuff can be distracting. But that’s not why I am here.
I am here to show you, Gerard, the beauty and the ugliness that there is to fight me and to mess with me.
For one, some of the good things you get to do while you wrestle me. You actually get a challenge from someone that is actually halfway decent. You aren’t going to get a pushover and you actually get someone decent to stretch your abilities.
I’m not just going to sit back and let you roll all over me. I may be older, and not as agile as I used to be, but my friend, you are going to have a run for your money. Just look at last week’s match against you and Grimm. I need to stop making the little mistakes that are costing me matches. I had you and Grimm on the ropes, and with our without Justin, I had you BEAT!
I am going to make sure I give you a run, and I’m going to make sure I beat you down to the ground.
The bad thing for you though, Angelo, is that you have pissed me off.
Tyrone takes another drag off of his cigarette and continues to speak.
You keep running your little mouth of yours, and berating me, and you are going to get stomped to the ground, Gerard. I’m sick of people thinking I’m worthless, an easy win. Because I’m not, and I will prove it to you and everyone else that I still have some gas left in these aging bones. It’s about time you got a PROPER welcome to Pure Class Wrestling, and I will be the one to head the welcoming committee.
Crazy boy flicks the cigarette butt to the ground and stomps on it. He turns around and makes his way back into his hotel room as the show fades out to black
Static and fade.
We open up with Tyrone “Crazy Boy” Smith coming off a recent tag team loss to Grimm and Gerard Angelo. He didn’t win the match, but he is proud that he actually lasted a good while against Grimm and almost beat him again. He is starting to get Grimm’s number and it’s just a matter of time before he finally notches that victory over him and get this monkey off his back that has been clawing at him for years.
This week, he gets his small taste for revenge, for this week he faces the person that has started to become a thorn in his side the past couple of shows. .
This week, he has Gerard Angelo.
I’m okay Cassie, seriously. I’m a little sore, but that doesn’t mean that I won’t be able to do my job.
We see Tyrone “Crazy Boy” Smith talking on a cell phone. He apparently is talking to his wife, Cassie, on there. There is a slight pause then Tyrone shakes his head softly.
I’m fine, Cassie. I’ll take it a little easy for the next couple of days, but I gotta get back into the gym and get ready for my match. I have to beat this guy.
Another slight pause and Crazy Boy sighs and nods his head.
I know this is the same guy that pinned me last week in the tag match, but I’m not going to make the same mistake twice.
Another pause and as Crazy Boy is walking around his hotel room, he hears a knock on the door.
I got to go Cass. Someone is at the door. Yes, I love you too baby. Bye.
A couple of sounds and the phone shuts off. A knock on the door again and Tyrone goes and opens it. He sees a guy that looks like him but only a little bit older and has black hair, instead of blonde.
It is Tyrone’s older brother, Carlos.
Hey Carlos. What’s up? Coming to see if I am okay? Because I am.
Well, that was one thing I was going to do, but that’s not why I’m here. I’m here because I want to make sure you get the win this coming up Trauma.
That got Tyrone’s attention.
I’m listening.
Let me be in your corner. I promise that I won’t interfere with the match, I just going to be out there for moral support.
Tyrone thinks for a moment, then nods his head.
Okay, fine. You can be out there, just know that I will not let you interfere. I will and want to take care of this asshole myself. He was the one that is running his mouth and letting his huge ego get to his head. He’s been hanging around Grimm too long, and I need to knock him down a peg or two.
Carlos nods and grins from ear to ear.
Good. See you then.
Tyrone closes the door as Carlos walks out of the room. He locks the door behind him and makes his way out to the balcony that is connected to his room. Crazy Boy steps outside and grabs a cigarette from his pocket and lights it up. He takes a couple of drags and stares out at the city below him.
It’s pretty isn’t it? I like the city. The bustle of life, the glowing of lights at nighttime. There’s just some disadvantages about it. The noise and the smog and stuff can be distracting. But that’s not why I am here.
I am here to show you, Gerard, the beauty and the ugliness that there is to fight me and to mess with me.
For one, some of the good things you get to do while you wrestle me. You actually get a challenge from someone that is actually halfway decent. You aren’t going to get a pushover and you actually get someone decent to stretch your abilities.
I’m not just going to sit back and let you roll all over me. I may be older, and not as agile as I used to be, but my friend, you are going to have a run for your money. Just look at last week’s match against you and Grimm. I need to stop making the little mistakes that are costing me matches. I had you and Grimm on the ropes, and with our without Justin, I had you BEAT!
I am going to make sure I give you a run, and I’m going to make sure I beat you down to the ground.
The bad thing for you though, Angelo, is that you have pissed me off.
Tyrone takes another drag off of his cigarette and continues to speak.
You keep running your little mouth of yours, and berating me, and you are going to get stomped to the ground, Gerard. I’m sick of people thinking I’m worthless, an easy win. Because I’m not, and I will prove it to you and everyone else that I still have some gas left in these aging bones. It’s about time you got a PROPER welcome to Pure Class Wrestling, and I will be the one to head the welcoming committee.
Crazy boy flicks the cigarette butt to the ground and stomps on it. He turns around and makes his way back into his hotel room as the show fades out to black
Static and fade.
