Post by Tyrone "Crazy Boy" Smith on Apr 10, 2015 16:28:27 GMT -5
Everyone that knows Tyrone "Crazy Boy" Smith knows that he has some mental and emotional problems, but there are some people out there that may not know that he also suffers from bouts of major depression.
When things really start going horribly wrong in his life or career, Crazy Boy starts to take a dive in the depression department and pretty soon, he would be a mess and a shell of a person that he would normally be.
After his loss in the International Championship match at the Pay Per View then getting pinned at Trauma 169 has put a hurt on the Crazy One's psyche. It got to the point where all he is doing is laying in the bed, staring at the ceiling.
Now that Trauma 170 is approaching and the annual Icemann Invitation Tournament is underway, Tyrone should be eager to go out and try to represent Pure Class Wrestling proudly, but the problem is that he has never made it past the first round in the tournament.
Which makes him more depressed.
Is Tyrone going to get out of his funk and go out and face Justin "Stormm" Michaels in the Tournament, or is he going to flush his career down the toilet?
"Come on Ty. You can't be laying down in bed all day. I know things haven't been going your way here lately, but that is no excuse to lay in bed and do nothing. You have a job to do. What about us? What about your family? You're the breadwinner of the family. If you just lay there all day, there goes our income."
The Crazy One doesn't budge as he continues to stare at the ceiling, his eyes glazed over, his breathing kind of erratic. When he speaks, his voice carries barely above a whisper.
"What's the point? I'm going to lose anyway. You know that every Icemann Invitational Tournament that has happened, I've never made it past the first round? On top of that, I lost my chance at the International Championship and I got pinned at Trauma 169 in one of the biggest matches that PCW has seen in quite a while.
I mean, seriously, what's the point? What am I doing wrong? I'm better than this. I promised Shayla her own bouncy house with the bonus I was gonna get with my title win. What am I supposed to do now? It's all futile in the end. Maybe I should hang it up and go work at the gym with Carlos. At least it's something."
Cassie can be heard almost yelping in frustration as she stares in the mirror in their bedroom, trying to get through to her husband somehow.
"Listen to you, Ty. Is this what you really want? Do you really want to just throw everything that you have worked for for over TEN YEARS. For over a decade you have done what you have love, and sure, you have had rough times, but you have always went out there and entertained the crowd and loved every minute of it. Now you are laying here, about to throw it all away?! What the hell is wrong with you?"
The Crazy One doens't move as the stare penetrates the ceiling, almost seemingly burning a hole into the drywall and plaster. A heavy sigh can be heard from the bed.
"Seriously, Cass, what is the point? I'm going to go out there and I'm going to lose like I have been doing. I have been nothing but a failure the past few weeks. I make promises I can't keep. I lose important matches and title opportunities. Maybe it's just better I crawl out of the spotlight before I fail anymore."
Cassie turns around from the mirror and stomps toward the bed and sits at the side of it, sitting next to the comatose Crazy Boy. She puts a tender hand on his shoulder. He doesn't respond.
"Please, Ty. Please come to your senses, for me. For Shayla. I can't bear to see you like this, baby. I know you have a little prior history of depression, but I have NEVER seen you like this. I don't want to see you become a shell. I want to see you rise above all of this and go out there and do what you were born to do, you know. And you are born to go out there to wrestle and entertain the fans.
Just think about it, Ty. Do you REALLY want to hang up your boots? If you truly think that it is for the best, then I won't stop you. I'm sure Carlos will take you in the gym with open arms and we can get by with the income and savings, but I want you to truly think about it. Do you really want to give up doing what you love? I know you still love what you are doing, you are just in a slump, that's all. Just think about it, that's all I want you to do."
Cassie kisses Tyrone on the cheek and gets up from the bed, walking toward the door. She looks behind her at her husband, who still hasn't moved from the bed, as she sighs and closes the door behind her, leaving the Crazy One alone with his thoughts.
Maybe Cassie is right. I still love what I'm doing. I love to be in that ring and entertaining the fans. I should be out there doing what I love.
A few blinks, but Crazy Boy doesn't move from the bed. A heavy sigh can be heard, but the breathing is starting to steady from the erratic behavior from earlier.
But what's the point? I'm going to fail anyway. I always seem to lose the big matches and the matches that matter the most. I can't keep the promises I make to my own daughter. I'm just a horrible father that deserves that he is getting. Maybe it IS time to just hang up the boots. I don't know if I can do this anymore.
A few more blinks, then you can hear a little shuffling and Tyrone shoot straight up from the bed, his breathing getting heavier and faster.
"I GOT IT!"
Tyrone bounces up from the bed and practically dashes out of the room. He bounds down the hallway and runs into the living room where his wife is standing in the middle, smiling with her arms folded across her chest.
"Welcome back, Ty. I trust you found your answer then?"
The Crazy One nods his head slowly and gives Cassie a peck on the cheek.
"Yeah, I think so. I love what I do. I have no reason to give up what I'm doing. Sure, I'm going through a slump, but that is the nature of the business. I think the reason why I was just acting the way I was is because...
I'm afraid of failure. I'm afraid that I'm going to continue to disappoint you and Shayla. The thought of everything just falling apart was almost more than I could take.
But I had a revalation. It doesn't matter what happens in that ring. I know no matter what happens, you two will always be proud of me. That has what kept me going for years and will continue to keep me going for years to come. You guys are my rock and my foundation. I will continue to keep going out there and doing what I love: putting on the best match that I can and entertaining the fans.
But I do need to win this match. It will definitely help my mental psyche. All these losses piling up recently has done a number on me. It makes me think that I'm almost getting over the hill and I do not have what it takes anymore."
Cassie nods, her demeanor deep in thought.
"Just go out there and do your best. It's all we ask. Maybe you'll get lucky and get past Justin "Stormm" Michaels and get past the first round of the Icemann Invitational. Maybe, just maybe, this year is your year.
And I took a look at the brackets online. Maybe this will give you a little perk. If you win, there is a chance you can face High Tide again and finally put that rivalry to an end once and for all."
That perks up The Crazy One.
"Then I must win. I want that chance to pay back High Tide. It was HIS fault I didn't win the International championship in the first place. HE was the one that got pinned in that match. I'm sick and tired of the guy. It's time for me to end it.
But first, I have to get past Trauma 170 and beat Justin "Stormm" Michaels. A former multi champion in his own right. He has almost done everything there is to do in Pure Class Wrestling, short of winning the World title. It's not going to be an easy match, but I cannot lose.
I WILL NOT LOSE!"
Cassie chuckles softly to herself and sits down on the couch and motions Crazy Boy to sit down next to her. He obliges and the cuddle up close and turn on the TV.
Everything seems good in the Smith household after a hairy situation.
But in the back of Tyrone's mind...
He still has that lingering doubt that he won't be able to get the job done.
Static and fade.
End.
When things really start going horribly wrong in his life or career, Crazy Boy starts to take a dive in the depression department and pretty soon, he would be a mess and a shell of a person that he would normally be.
After his loss in the International Championship match at the Pay Per View then getting pinned at Trauma 169 has put a hurt on the Crazy One's psyche. It got to the point where all he is doing is laying in the bed, staring at the ceiling.
Now that Trauma 170 is approaching and the annual Icemann Invitation Tournament is underway, Tyrone should be eager to go out and try to represent Pure Class Wrestling proudly, but the problem is that he has never made it past the first round in the tournament.
Which makes him more depressed.
Is Tyrone going to get out of his funk and go out and face Justin "Stormm" Michaels in the Tournament, or is he going to flush his career down the toilet?
"Come on Ty. You can't be laying down in bed all day. I know things haven't been going your way here lately, but that is no excuse to lay in bed and do nothing. You have a job to do. What about us? What about your family? You're the breadwinner of the family. If you just lay there all day, there goes our income."
The Crazy One doesn't budge as he continues to stare at the ceiling, his eyes glazed over, his breathing kind of erratic. When he speaks, his voice carries barely above a whisper.
"What's the point? I'm going to lose anyway. You know that every Icemann Invitational Tournament that has happened, I've never made it past the first round? On top of that, I lost my chance at the International Championship and I got pinned at Trauma 169 in one of the biggest matches that PCW has seen in quite a while.
I mean, seriously, what's the point? What am I doing wrong? I'm better than this. I promised Shayla her own bouncy house with the bonus I was gonna get with my title win. What am I supposed to do now? It's all futile in the end. Maybe I should hang it up and go work at the gym with Carlos. At least it's something."
Cassie can be heard almost yelping in frustration as she stares in the mirror in their bedroom, trying to get through to her husband somehow.
"Listen to you, Ty. Is this what you really want? Do you really want to just throw everything that you have worked for for over TEN YEARS. For over a decade you have done what you have love, and sure, you have had rough times, but you have always went out there and entertained the crowd and loved every minute of it. Now you are laying here, about to throw it all away?! What the hell is wrong with you?"
The Crazy One doens't move as the stare penetrates the ceiling, almost seemingly burning a hole into the drywall and plaster. A heavy sigh can be heard from the bed.
"Seriously, Cass, what is the point? I'm going to go out there and I'm going to lose like I have been doing. I have been nothing but a failure the past few weeks. I make promises I can't keep. I lose important matches and title opportunities. Maybe it's just better I crawl out of the spotlight before I fail anymore."
Cassie turns around from the mirror and stomps toward the bed and sits at the side of it, sitting next to the comatose Crazy Boy. She puts a tender hand on his shoulder. He doesn't respond.
"Please, Ty. Please come to your senses, for me. For Shayla. I can't bear to see you like this, baby. I know you have a little prior history of depression, but I have NEVER seen you like this. I don't want to see you become a shell. I want to see you rise above all of this and go out there and do what you were born to do, you know. And you are born to go out there to wrestle and entertain the fans.
Just think about it, Ty. Do you REALLY want to hang up your boots? If you truly think that it is for the best, then I won't stop you. I'm sure Carlos will take you in the gym with open arms and we can get by with the income and savings, but I want you to truly think about it. Do you really want to give up doing what you love? I know you still love what you are doing, you are just in a slump, that's all. Just think about it, that's all I want you to do."
Cassie kisses Tyrone on the cheek and gets up from the bed, walking toward the door. She looks behind her at her husband, who still hasn't moved from the bed, as she sighs and closes the door behind her, leaving the Crazy One alone with his thoughts.
Maybe Cassie is right. I still love what I'm doing. I love to be in that ring and entertaining the fans. I should be out there doing what I love.
A few blinks, but Crazy Boy doesn't move from the bed. A heavy sigh can be heard, but the breathing is starting to steady from the erratic behavior from earlier.
But what's the point? I'm going to fail anyway. I always seem to lose the big matches and the matches that matter the most. I can't keep the promises I make to my own daughter. I'm just a horrible father that deserves that he is getting. Maybe it IS time to just hang up the boots. I don't know if I can do this anymore.
A few more blinks, then you can hear a little shuffling and Tyrone shoot straight up from the bed, his breathing getting heavier and faster.
"I GOT IT!"
Tyrone bounces up from the bed and practically dashes out of the room. He bounds down the hallway and runs into the living room where his wife is standing in the middle, smiling with her arms folded across her chest.
"Welcome back, Ty. I trust you found your answer then?"
The Crazy One nods his head slowly and gives Cassie a peck on the cheek.
"Yeah, I think so. I love what I do. I have no reason to give up what I'm doing. Sure, I'm going through a slump, but that is the nature of the business. I think the reason why I was just acting the way I was is because...
I'm afraid of failure. I'm afraid that I'm going to continue to disappoint you and Shayla. The thought of everything just falling apart was almost more than I could take.
But I had a revalation. It doesn't matter what happens in that ring. I know no matter what happens, you two will always be proud of me. That has what kept me going for years and will continue to keep me going for years to come. You guys are my rock and my foundation. I will continue to keep going out there and doing what I love: putting on the best match that I can and entertaining the fans.
But I do need to win this match. It will definitely help my mental psyche. All these losses piling up recently has done a number on me. It makes me think that I'm almost getting over the hill and I do not have what it takes anymore."
Cassie nods, her demeanor deep in thought.
"Just go out there and do your best. It's all we ask. Maybe you'll get lucky and get past Justin "Stormm" Michaels and get past the first round of the Icemann Invitational. Maybe, just maybe, this year is your year.
And I took a look at the brackets online. Maybe this will give you a little perk. If you win, there is a chance you can face High Tide again and finally put that rivalry to an end once and for all."
That perks up The Crazy One.
"Then I must win. I want that chance to pay back High Tide. It was HIS fault I didn't win the International championship in the first place. HE was the one that got pinned in that match. I'm sick and tired of the guy. It's time for me to end it.
But first, I have to get past Trauma 170 and beat Justin "Stormm" Michaels. A former multi champion in his own right. He has almost done everything there is to do in Pure Class Wrestling, short of winning the World title. It's not going to be an easy match, but I cannot lose.
I WILL NOT LOSE!"
Cassie chuckles softly to herself and sits down on the couch and motions Crazy Boy to sit down next to her. He obliges and the cuddle up close and turn on the TV.
Everything seems good in the Smith household after a hairy situation.
But in the back of Tyrone's mind...
He still has that lingering doubt that he won't be able to get the job done.
Static and fade.
End.
