Post by Tyrone "Crazy Boy" Smith on May 19, 2014 15:00:55 GMT -5
A cool, crisp day can be felt in Biloxi, Mississippi as a figure can be seen running down the boardwalk that runs parallel to the beach that lines the gulf. The long, blonde hair swirls around his hair as the jogging slows down to a steady pace as the camera tries to keep up with the individual. He turns and flashes a quick smile, revealing it to be Tyrone “Crazy Boy” Smith. Sweat glistens on his brow, his breathing a little erratic, but it doesn’t stop him from continuing to run at a steady pace.
Tyrone turns off the boardwalk and starts to jog on the beach, his legs churning through the sand. His breathing gets a little heavier and the sweat pours down his face, but still he doesn’t stop. The camera shakes with the sand as he jobs across the sand toward the water. The soft, wet sand sops up around Tyrone’s feet as finally he comes to a stop, his breathing hard and heavy as he leans over, trying to get air back into his lungs.
The Crazy One looks up and stares at the horizon, an endless view of gulf, with islands dotting the distance. As he catches his breath, the smile on his sweaty face widens as he starts to speak.
“It’s time. It’s finally time to show the old Tyrone “Crazy Boy” Smith. I have been through a lot these past few months in Pure Class Wrestling, but I have endured and these past few days I have trained and worked out harder than I have in a long time. I am the best shape anyone has seen me in ages. I know my time in the spotlight is going to fade before long, so I really have to make the best of it. I still have a few years left in this aging bones, and I’m going to show everyone in Pure Class Wrestling that I am not just a flash in the pan, I am not the bottom of the barrel. I am going to get back on track if it’s the last thing I do!”
Tyrone slips his hands into his sweat pants pockets and continues to stare out into the gulf, watching a couple of boats in the distance go by. He sighs, his smile fading and the look of determination appearing on his face.
“There is no backing out now. I’m in it to win it, and soon all of PCW will know. My path to move up the ladder and get out of this funk and once again make my name for myself starts at Trauma 154. And I’m facing someone that has put a number on me the past couple of shows.”
Tyrone laughs as he starts to walk down the beach, the soft sand squishing under his tennis shoes. The wind blows his long blonde hair around enough to where he has to move it from his face, his features thoughtful, his brow burrowing. He is oblivious to his surroundings as a small wave crashes up around his feet, getting the bottoms of his sweat pants wet, but he doesn’t care. He starts to talk again, his voice almost burning with determination.
“Gem has a tortured soul, that’s for sure. She seems like someone who has had a rough childhood, being always brought down by her aunt. Thinking that she doesn’t amount to anything. So she works harder than a lot of people just to prove herself. I know how she feels with some of that. Her aunt? It’s sickening and a little disturbing if you think about it.”
That gets a little chuckle out of Crazy Boy as he gestures expansively, a small grin reappearing on his face.
“In all seriousness though, Gem is underestimating me, just because she has beaten me twice already. It’s okay. I’ve heard it all before. I know I’m not as fast or strong as I used to be. My body isn’t as resilient as it used to be. I know I really have my faults and limitations now, but that doesn’t mean I still can’t dish it out punishment and receive it back. I know I’m going to get jacked up. It’s just the way the business goes. But I still have some tricks up my sleeves. And I’m not going to play around anymore. This is my career, my livelihood. And I’m not going to stand around and let people walk over me anymore!”
The Crazy One’s smile ceases again, the sweat starting to stick to his body as he continues to walk, the footprints imprinting in the wet sand. Tyrone sighs and shakes his head slowly, continuing to speak.
“You don’t know the first thing about me, Gem, and that is going to be your downfall. But the thing is, after this string of losses, I have been studying the tapes, studying your strengths and weaknesses. I admit, that seeing you in the ring is like watching poetry in motion. You have a certain finesse that I haven’t seen in the ring in quite a while. You have the speed, the agility and the resilient that I one time used to have. I admit it’s a little intimidating at times.”
Crazy Boy’s demeanor doesn’t change, a sly grin appearing on his face as he stops dead in his tracks, the sand and water puddled around his shoes as he continues to speak.
“But I’ve faced all odds and beaten them head on. You may have the agility and speed, but don’t underestimate me. I’m still capable of keeping up with you. It’s going to go down to who is more determined and has the drive to win the match and that is where you are going to fall, Gem. I have lost enough. I am going to do anything and everything in my power to get my name in the win column. No more being a laughingstock. No more being the blunt of the jokes. I am done with being pushed down, and finally it’s time for me to push back.”
Tyrone chuckles as he starts jogging again, the camera struggling to keep up with the veteran superstar as he doesn’t stop talking, the words almost disappearing in the wind.
“But trust me, this “laughingstock” as you all call me has seen everything there is to do in the ring. I know how to handle every situation and every kind of superstar, because I’ve faced them all at one point or another. I may not be the brightest crayon in the box, but when it comes to wrestling, I know how to get the job done."
Tyrone grins from ear to ear, his jogging speeding up as the camera man starts getting left behind. Tyrone chuckles as he turns around, jogging backwards, so you can hear what he is saying.
“I feel you, Gem. Trust me when I say I didn’t have the best childhood growing up and I was always being held down by my own family. I know what it’s like to be the underdog and having to work harder than anyone else. But enough Is enough. I will focus on beating you and moving back up the PCW ladder and making a name of myself once again. I will see you at Trauma, Gem, and after all is said and done…
You will never underestimate me again.”
The Crazy One turns around and starts jogging away, his speed getting every so faster, leaving the camera behind as the promo fades to black.
Static and fade.
End.
Tyrone turns off the boardwalk and starts to jog on the beach, his legs churning through the sand. His breathing gets a little heavier and the sweat pours down his face, but still he doesn’t stop. The camera shakes with the sand as he jobs across the sand toward the water. The soft, wet sand sops up around Tyrone’s feet as finally he comes to a stop, his breathing hard and heavy as he leans over, trying to get air back into his lungs.
The Crazy One looks up and stares at the horizon, an endless view of gulf, with islands dotting the distance. As he catches his breath, the smile on his sweaty face widens as he starts to speak.
“It’s time. It’s finally time to show the old Tyrone “Crazy Boy” Smith. I have been through a lot these past few months in Pure Class Wrestling, but I have endured and these past few days I have trained and worked out harder than I have in a long time. I am the best shape anyone has seen me in ages. I know my time in the spotlight is going to fade before long, so I really have to make the best of it. I still have a few years left in this aging bones, and I’m going to show everyone in Pure Class Wrestling that I am not just a flash in the pan, I am not the bottom of the barrel. I am going to get back on track if it’s the last thing I do!”
Tyrone slips his hands into his sweat pants pockets and continues to stare out into the gulf, watching a couple of boats in the distance go by. He sighs, his smile fading and the look of determination appearing on his face.
“There is no backing out now. I’m in it to win it, and soon all of PCW will know. My path to move up the ladder and get out of this funk and once again make my name for myself starts at Trauma 154. And I’m facing someone that has put a number on me the past couple of shows.”
Tyrone laughs as he starts to walk down the beach, the soft sand squishing under his tennis shoes. The wind blows his long blonde hair around enough to where he has to move it from his face, his features thoughtful, his brow burrowing. He is oblivious to his surroundings as a small wave crashes up around his feet, getting the bottoms of his sweat pants wet, but he doesn’t care. He starts to talk again, his voice almost burning with determination.
“Gem has a tortured soul, that’s for sure. She seems like someone who has had a rough childhood, being always brought down by her aunt. Thinking that she doesn’t amount to anything. So she works harder than a lot of people just to prove herself. I know how she feels with some of that. Her aunt? It’s sickening and a little disturbing if you think about it.”
That gets a little chuckle out of Crazy Boy as he gestures expansively, a small grin reappearing on his face.
“In all seriousness though, Gem is underestimating me, just because she has beaten me twice already. It’s okay. I’ve heard it all before. I know I’m not as fast or strong as I used to be. My body isn’t as resilient as it used to be. I know I really have my faults and limitations now, but that doesn’t mean I still can’t dish it out punishment and receive it back. I know I’m going to get jacked up. It’s just the way the business goes. But I still have some tricks up my sleeves. And I’m not going to play around anymore. This is my career, my livelihood. And I’m not going to stand around and let people walk over me anymore!”
The Crazy One’s smile ceases again, the sweat starting to stick to his body as he continues to walk, the footprints imprinting in the wet sand. Tyrone sighs and shakes his head slowly, continuing to speak.
“You don’t know the first thing about me, Gem, and that is going to be your downfall. But the thing is, after this string of losses, I have been studying the tapes, studying your strengths and weaknesses. I admit, that seeing you in the ring is like watching poetry in motion. You have a certain finesse that I haven’t seen in the ring in quite a while. You have the speed, the agility and the resilient that I one time used to have. I admit it’s a little intimidating at times.”
Crazy Boy’s demeanor doesn’t change, a sly grin appearing on his face as he stops dead in his tracks, the sand and water puddled around his shoes as he continues to speak.
“But I’ve faced all odds and beaten them head on. You may have the agility and speed, but don’t underestimate me. I’m still capable of keeping up with you. It’s going to go down to who is more determined and has the drive to win the match and that is where you are going to fall, Gem. I have lost enough. I am going to do anything and everything in my power to get my name in the win column. No more being a laughingstock. No more being the blunt of the jokes. I am done with being pushed down, and finally it’s time for me to push back.”
Tyrone chuckles as he starts jogging again, the camera struggling to keep up with the veteran superstar as he doesn’t stop talking, the words almost disappearing in the wind.
“But trust me, this “laughingstock” as you all call me has seen everything there is to do in the ring. I know how to handle every situation and every kind of superstar, because I’ve faced them all at one point or another. I may not be the brightest crayon in the box, but when it comes to wrestling, I know how to get the job done."
Tyrone grins from ear to ear, his jogging speeding up as the camera man starts getting left behind. Tyrone chuckles as he turns around, jogging backwards, so you can hear what he is saying.
“I feel you, Gem. Trust me when I say I didn’t have the best childhood growing up and I was always being held down by my own family. I know what it’s like to be the underdog and having to work harder than anyone else. But enough Is enough. I will focus on beating you and moving back up the PCW ladder and making a name of myself once again. I will see you at Trauma, Gem, and after all is said and done…
You will never underestimate me again.”
The Crazy One turns around and starts jogging away, his speed getting every so faster, leaving the camera behind as the promo fades to black.
Static and fade.
End.