Post by Tyrone "Crazy Boy" Smith on Jul 2, 2012 18:02:21 GMT -5
The time has come for Tyrone “Crazy Boy” Smith to put an end to these games and shenanigans. From the AWA to Alexander Jericho, people have been beating him down like a piece of tender meat. But now, at Trauma 115, he has a chance to end the first one the charades when he finally goes into the ring one on one against his “former friend” Alexander Jericho.
To this day, he still has no idea who Alexander Jericho is, and at this point, he really doesn’t care anymore. All he wants to do is get a little retaliation for what he did after the North American Championship ladder match. There is just another problem with all of this…
Since the attack, no one has seen or heard from one Alexander Jericho. And if he does not show up for his match at Trauma 115…
Someone will be taking the beating that he was supposed to get.
You call yourself a professional wrestler, but in my eyes you are a coward, Alexander. You came out at the end of my match at Living a Legacy IV and proceeded to beat me to the ground. I’m used to that. You aren’t the first person that tried to make a splash in PCW by pummeling me. In the end though, most of the time, I show them that they messed with the wrong person. This is a different situation though.
The scene opens with Tyrone “Crazy Boy” Smith, sitting on his couch at his humble beach house in Biloxi, Mississippi. He is staring at the wall with a little bit of a weird combination of a grin and a scowl on his face… at the same time. He just shakes his head slowly, the long blonde hair waving around his face like horse’s mane.
This is a different situation because all the other people that attacked me actually stayed around and are still around taking their bumps and bruises like the men they are. You, on the other hand, attacked me and have not been seen since. What kind of person attacks someone and doesn’t expect any kind of retaliation and just disappears off the face of the earth? A coward, that’s who.
Tyrone cackles slightly as he continues to speak.
To top it all off, you said that you were an “old friend” of mine. My mind may be fractured and foggy at times, but even I know who my friends and enemies are. I know who I have met in my life and you sure are not one of them. I don’t know if that is some sick joke that you are playing on me, of if you are actually someone I know in disguise, but this charade is going to stop one way or another.
Tyrone’s weird concoction of face turns into a sly grin and he continues to speak.
And if you don’t show up at Trauma 115, then one or two things will happen. One, I will FIND you and beat you until you are not recognizable to anyone. Or two, I will take my aggression and pent up anger at someone else.. and I think I will start with the AWA. You guys have wrecked havoc long enough and if I have to, I will singlehandedly end every single one of you If need be. The choice is yours.. show up Alexander… or there will be hell to pay.
Tyrone cackles as he reaches up and covers the camera with his hand, letting this short but sweet promo come to an end.
To this day, he still has no idea who Alexander Jericho is, and at this point, he really doesn’t care anymore. All he wants to do is get a little retaliation for what he did after the North American Championship ladder match. There is just another problem with all of this…
Since the attack, no one has seen or heard from one Alexander Jericho. And if he does not show up for his match at Trauma 115…
Someone will be taking the beating that he was supposed to get.
You call yourself a professional wrestler, but in my eyes you are a coward, Alexander. You came out at the end of my match at Living a Legacy IV and proceeded to beat me to the ground. I’m used to that. You aren’t the first person that tried to make a splash in PCW by pummeling me. In the end though, most of the time, I show them that they messed with the wrong person. This is a different situation though.
The scene opens with Tyrone “Crazy Boy” Smith, sitting on his couch at his humble beach house in Biloxi, Mississippi. He is staring at the wall with a little bit of a weird combination of a grin and a scowl on his face… at the same time. He just shakes his head slowly, the long blonde hair waving around his face like horse’s mane.
This is a different situation because all the other people that attacked me actually stayed around and are still around taking their bumps and bruises like the men they are. You, on the other hand, attacked me and have not been seen since. What kind of person attacks someone and doesn’t expect any kind of retaliation and just disappears off the face of the earth? A coward, that’s who.
Tyrone cackles slightly as he continues to speak.
To top it all off, you said that you were an “old friend” of mine. My mind may be fractured and foggy at times, but even I know who my friends and enemies are. I know who I have met in my life and you sure are not one of them. I don’t know if that is some sick joke that you are playing on me, of if you are actually someone I know in disguise, but this charade is going to stop one way or another.
Tyrone’s weird concoction of face turns into a sly grin and he continues to speak.
And if you don’t show up at Trauma 115, then one or two things will happen. One, I will FIND you and beat you until you are not recognizable to anyone. Or two, I will take my aggression and pent up anger at someone else.. and I think I will start with the AWA. You guys have wrecked havoc long enough and if I have to, I will singlehandedly end every single one of you If need be. The choice is yours.. show up Alexander… or there will be hell to pay.
Tyrone cackles as he reaches up and covers the camera with his hand, letting this short but sweet promo come to an end.