Post by Tyrone "Crazy Boy" Smith on Jul 2, 2014 12:44:36 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. He knows that he can’t follow the credo that he followed for so many years, but he just is not sure if he has the willpower to beat 3 females to a bloody pulp with weapons. Hell, he’s barely able to wrestle a female, much less possibly making them bleed.
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 at Living at Legacy 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 Living A Legacy.”
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 wrestle women. You are just going to have to accept the fact that there are a LOT of women getting accepted in PCW and are going to kick your ass well before you kick theirs. And you wonder why you are floundering while there have been a female World Champion and plenty of them doing way better than you.”
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’m just now able to wrestle females. It’s still a little rough on me, but I’ve learned to adapt to that and actually wrestle females. It hasn’t been the easiest thing in the world, but I’ve taken that leap. You know how dad was. It took a LOT of willpower to overcome that. Now they want me to fight THREE females in what is considered a hardcore match?! I don’t think I have the heart to do it, Carlos. This is beyond even me.”
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 the promo from Stacy Jones appears. Crazy Boy halfheartedly pays attention to the promo until she gets to what he has to say about the veteran superstar. As she runs him down, calling him basically a nobody, that actually gets Crazy Boy’s blood boiling. You can see his knuckles turning white from the clenched fists and his face turning a shade of red. Carlos flips off the video and turns back toward the desk, looking his ever growing angry brother.
“Look at that. Some of your opponents are not even acknowledging your presence. Stacy just blatantly acted like you don’t exist. To her, you are so insignificant that she just completely snubs your existence. This is what you have to deal with. It doesn’t matter if your opponent is male or female, 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 30 years I was taught not to hit a female and I followed that for so long. I know I have to do these things to further my career, but if you follow something for so long, it’s hard to break, you know. I’m still not sure if I’ll be able to hit these women with weapons and whatnot, but I’ll wrestle them properly without having to resort to the violence. I can handle whatever punishment they can dole out to me, but it’s just not in my heart to beat them senseless.”
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. Eden hasn’t done a promo, so I can’t really tell you what’s on her mind. And Sapphire? It just seemed like some babble about having a dream or whatnot. I couldn’t really decipher much from what she said, 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 beat these women senseless. 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. No weapons, no shenanigans. If they use weapons on me, so be it. I can handle the punishment, but I just cannot return the favor. I’ll just have to outwrestle them, simple as that.”
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 Living A Legacy. 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. He knows that he can’t follow the credo that he followed for so many years, but he just is not sure if he has the willpower to beat 3 females to a bloody pulp with weapons. Hell, he’s barely able to wrestle a female, much less possibly making them bleed.
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 at Living at Legacy 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 Living A Legacy.”
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 wrestle women. You are just going to have to accept the fact that there are a LOT of women getting accepted in PCW and are going to kick your ass well before you kick theirs. And you wonder why you are floundering while there have been a female World Champion and plenty of them doing way better than you.”
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’m just now able to wrestle females. It’s still a little rough on me, but I’ve learned to adapt to that and actually wrestle females. It hasn’t been the easiest thing in the world, but I’ve taken that leap. You know how dad was. It took a LOT of willpower to overcome that. Now they want me to fight THREE females in what is considered a hardcore match?! I don’t think I have the heart to do it, Carlos. This is beyond even me.”
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 the promo from Stacy Jones appears. Crazy Boy halfheartedly pays attention to the promo until she gets to what he has to say about the veteran superstar. As she runs him down, calling him basically a nobody, that actually gets Crazy Boy’s blood boiling. You can see his knuckles turning white from the clenched fists and his face turning a shade of red. Carlos flips off the video and turns back toward the desk, looking his ever growing angry brother.
“Look at that. Some of your opponents are not even acknowledging your presence. Stacy just blatantly acted like you don’t exist. To her, you are so insignificant that she just completely snubs your existence. This is what you have to deal with. It doesn’t matter if your opponent is male or female, 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 30 years I was taught not to hit a female and I followed that for so long. I know I have to do these things to further my career, but if you follow something for so long, it’s hard to break, you know. I’m still not sure if I’ll be able to hit these women with weapons and whatnot, but I’ll wrestle them properly without having to resort to the violence. I can handle whatever punishment they can dole out to me, but it’s just not in my heart to beat them senseless.”
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. Eden hasn’t done a promo, so I can’t really tell you what’s on her mind. And Sapphire? It just seemed like some babble about having a dream or whatnot. I couldn’t really decipher much from what she said, 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 beat these women senseless. 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. No weapons, no shenanigans. If they use weapons on me, so be it. I can handle the punishment, but I just cannot return the favor. I’ll just have to outwrestle them, simple as that.”
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 Living A Legacy. 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.