Post by Tyrone "Crazy Boy" Smith on Jan 14, 2019 19:31:13 GMT -5
Underground Rules. The thought would normally make Tyrone “Crazy Boy” Smith jump for joy. After all, Crazy Boy has made his name in hardcore and extreme rule matches. He has been in every kind of hardcore match imaginable: Light Tube Log Cabin, Tables, Ladder Match, No Holds Barred.
Normally, Crazy Boy would jump at the opportunity, foaming at the mouth for a match like this, but this time Tyrone isn’t smiling. 2019 is a new year and a new opportunity, but as the years pass by and Tyrone gets older, he isn’t able to handle hardcore matches like he used to because of his battered and beaten body.
But if he wants to prove to Pure Class Wrestling that he is the king of Underground and live up to the style of match that he feels so comfortable in.
He is going to have to step out of his comfort zone and get creative at the 8th Anniversary if he is going to succeed.
The scene opens up in Tyrone’s older brother’s gym. Normally, he would be working out or doing some sparring session in the ring to get ready for an upcoming match, but this time he is sitting in his brother, Carlos’s, office. He is staring at the wall, a frustrated look on his face as he doesn’t notice Carlos making his round around the gym. Tyrone’s eyes are almost glazed over before Carlos makes his way into his office. He glares at his younger brother and shakes his head slowly.
“You can’t be moping in my office all day, Tyrone. Either cheer up and get out there and train, or go home and spend time with your wife. You can’t be here all day though!”
Tyrone shakes his head furiously, life returning to his eyes as he blinks twice, looking up at Carlos with a frustrated look on his face.
“I just don’t know Carlos. I have all these scars on my body and memories of broken bones and black eyes. I am really looking forward to Underground rules matches. That is up my alley, and you know that. But I don’t know if I can handle this match at Trauma.”
Carlos sighs and walks to his desk, sitting down in the chair and stares at his distraught brother. He shrugs his shoulders nonchalantly and grabs a few papers and a pen, writing down some membership information on some forms.
“You have to get over this, Ty. You can’t continue to let your career go into flux because you can’t you are getting older and your body isn’t quite what it is used to be. You are just going to have to accept the fact that you aren’t as young anymore and you can’t take as much punishment as you were used to. Your body and scars are testament. And you wonder why you are floundering while there have been all of these younger generation superstars passing you by and treating you like person that everyone puts over and make them look good in the process. You have GOT to get out of this funk that you are in, come hell or high water, but enough is enough. I’m not going to let you lounge here all day.”
That gets Tyrone’s attention. His head whips toward his brother, his eyes showing fire, but his face still showing frustration. He sighs heavily and rubs his temples slightly, trying to get rid of a headache that is forming.
“You don’t understand, Carlos. I am known as Crazy Boy for a reason. It’s my being, my self. Hardcore and death defying is what I am known for, and if I don’t have that, what am I then? Nothing but a washed up, former shell of my past self.”
Carlos sighs and looks up from his papers and rolls his chair to the computer and boots up the internet. He types on the keyboard a few times and pulls up a video.
“Come here for a minute, Ty. You need to see this.”
The Crazy One sighs and gets up from the chair and walks up behind his brother as the video is played. Slowly a video is played of a scarred, worn and beaten man in what looks like to be a pretty violent match, but he doesn’t seem to be taking as many shots and risks that he is accustomed to. The match is still a stiff match, brutal and breathtaking as Carlos turns around from the computer and stares at his younger brother.
“Look at that. This guy has been in the wrestling business over 25 years and like you, took risks and was known for violence, hardcore and death defying moves. His body hasn’t been holding up like it used to, but it doesn’t matter to him. You know what he did? All he did was adjust his moveset and the way he wrestled a little bit to protect his body. It’s just a mindset that you have to approach, Ty. It doesn’t matter how old you are, if you act like a bitch, you will be treated like a bitch.”
Crazy Boy is a little taken back by Carlos’ words but just nods his head slowly.
“I’m tired of people underestimating me. Treating me so insignificant that I am not even worth the mud under their shoes. I’m sick and tired of it. But this is hard for me Carlos. For over 20 years I was wowing audiences and winning matches and titles in my own, unique way. I know I have to do these things to further my career, but if you do something for so long, it’s hard to break, you know. I’m still not sure if I can adjust immediately, but I guess that’s where you come in. I’ll need your help on this, my brother. I can’t keep losing like this and I need to make sure my body holds up for a bit longer.”
Carlos just shrugs his shoulders and gets back to what he was doing with his paperwork.
“Do what you want, Tyrone. I did my peace. Go out there and do what you do, but do it in a cautious and careful way, and your winning ways will return to you,, but you just cannot sit here idly and watch as everyone pass you by. If you continue down this way, you will just continue to spin your wheels like you are now. Don’t sit idly, Ty. No matter how hard it can be, you need to do something, or your career is just going to flounder.”
The Crazy One gets up from the chair and pounds his fists on Carlos’s desk, his face turning a bright shade of crimson red.
“I KNOW THIS CARLOS! I know that my career is in flux right now. But it’s hard for me to this when it was hardwired into my being for so long. I’m going to go out there and do my thing, but I can’t in my right mind not do what I have done for so long. It’s just not me. I’ll go out there and just do what I know what I am capable of and be the best performer in the ring. I’m going to start 2019 with something that no one is going to expect: a championship win. I am going to get this Hall of Fame career back on track, if it’s the last thing I do.”
Carlos just shrugs his shoulders, not looking up from his paper work as Crazy Boy sighs in exasperation and tells his brother he is going to do some training. He leaves the office and jumps on one of the weight machines as the thoughts course through his mind.
He is going to get the job done at the 8th anniversary show. It’s just going to have to be a different approach that what everyone else is going to be used to.
Static and Fade
End.
Normally, Crazy Boy would jump at the opportunity, foaming at the mouth for a match like this, but this time Tyrone isn’t smiling. 2019 is a new year and a new opportunity, but as the years pass by and Tyrone gets older, he isn’t able to handle hardcore matches like he used to because of his battered and beaten body.
But if he wants to prove to Pure Class Wrestling that he is the king of Underground and live up to the style of match that he feels so comfortable in.
He is going to have to step out of his comfort zone and get creative at the 8th Anniversary if he is going to succeed.
The scene opens up in Tyrone’s older brother’s gym. Normally, he would be working out or doing some sparring session in the ring to get ready for an upcoming match, but this time he is sitting in his brother, Carlos’s, office. He is staring at the wall, a frustrated look on his face as he doesn’t notice Carlos making his round around the gym. Tyrone’s eyes are almost glazed over before Carlos makes his way into his office. He glares at his younger brother and shakes his head slowly.
“You can’t be moping in my office all day, Tyrone. Either cheer up and get out there and train, or go home and spend time with your wife. You can’t be here all day though!”
Tyrone shakes his head furiously, life returning to his eyes as he blinks twice, looking up at Carlos with a frustrated look on his face.
“I just don’t know Carlos. I have all these scars on my body and memories of broken bones and black eyes. I am really looking forward to Underground rules matches. That is up my alley, and you know that. But I don’t know if I can handle this match at Trauma.”
Carlos sighs and walks to his desk, sitting down in the chair and stares at his distraught brother. He shrugs his shoulders nonchalantly and grabs a few papers and a pen, writing down some membership information on some forms.
“You have to get over this, Ty. You can’t continue to let your career go into flux because you can’t you are getting older and your body isn’t quite what it is used to be. You are just going to have to accept the fact that you aren’t as young anymore and you can’t take as much punishment as you were used to. Your body and scars are testament. And you wonder why you are floundering while there have been all of these younger generation superstars passing you by and treating you like person that everyone puts over and make them look good in the process. You have GOT to get out of this funk that you are in, come hell or high water, but enough is enough. I’m not going to let you lounge here all day.”
That gets Tyrone’s attention. His head whips toward his brother, his eyes showing fire, but his face still showing frustration. He sighs heavily and rubs his temples slightly, trying to get rid of a headache that is forming.
“You don’t understand, Carlos. I am known as Crazy Boy for a reason. It’s my being, my self. Hardcore and death defying is what I am known for, and if I don’t have that, what am I then? Nothing but a washed up, former shell of my past self.”
Carlos sighs and looks up from his papers and rolls his chair to the computer and boots up the internet. He types on the keyboard a few times and pulls up a video.
“Come here for a minute, Ty. You need to see this.”
The Crazy One sighs and gets up from the chair and walks up behind his brother as the video is played. Slowly a video is played of a scarred, worn and beaten man in what looks like to be a pretty violent match, but he doesn’t seem to be taking as many shots and risks that he is accustomed to. The match is still a stiff match, brutal and breathtaking as Carlos turns around from the computer and stares at his younger brother.
“Look at that. This guy has been in the wrestling business over 25 years and like you, took risks and was known for violence, hardcore and death defying moves. His body hasn’t been holding up like it used to, but it doesn’t matter to him. You know what he did? All he did was adjust his moveset and the way he wrestled a little bit to protect his body. It’s just a mindset that you have to approach, Ty. It doesn’t matter how old you are, if you act like a bitch, you will be treated like a bitch.”
Crazy Boy is a little taken back by Carlos’ words but just nods his head slowly.
“I’m tired of people underestimating me. Treating me so insignificant that I am not even worth the mud under their shoes. I’m sick and tired of it. But this is hard for me Carlos. For over 20 years I was wowing audiences and winning matches and titles in my own, unique way. I know I have to do these things to further my career, but if you do something for so long, it’s hard to break, you know. I’m still not sure if I can adjust immediately, but I guess that’s where you come in. I’ll need your help on this, my brother. I can’t keep losing like this and I need to make sure my body holds up for a bit longer.”
Carlos just shrugs his shoulders and gets back to what he was doing with his paperwork.
“Do what you want, Tyrone. I did my peace. Go out there and do what you do, but do it in a cautious and careful way, and your winning ways will return to you,, but you just cannot sit here idly and watch as everyone pass you by. If you continue down this way, you will just continue to spin your wheels like you are now. Don’t sit idly, Ty. No matter how hard it can be, you need to do something, or your career is just going to flounder.”
The Crazy One gets up from the chair and pounds his fists on Carlos’s desk, his face turning a bright shade of crimson red.
“I KNOW THIS CARLOS! I know that my career is in flux right now. But it’s hard for me to this when it was hardwired into my being for so long. I’m going to go out there and do my thing, but I can’t in my right mind not do what I have done for so long. It’s just not me. I’ll go out there and just do what I know what I am capable of and be the best performer in the ring. I’m going to start 2019 with something that no one is going to expect: a championship win. I am going to get this Hall of Fame career back on track, if it’s the last thing I do.”
Carlos just shrugs his shoulders, not looking up from his paper work as Crazy Boy sighs in exasperation and tells his brother he is going to do some training. He leaves the office and jumps on one of the weight machines as the thoughts course through his mind.
He is going to get the job done at the 8th anniversary show. It’s just going to have to be a different approach that what everyone else is going to be used to.
Static and Fade
End.
