Post by Tyrone "Crazy Boy" Smith on May 22, 2015 21:07:55 GMT -5
Discheveled hair.
Wild Eyes.
Goofy grin on his face.
He's officially went down the rabbit hole.
The Crazy One has officially gone bat shit crazy.
And noone is around to stop him. Cassie and Shayla are on vacation for a few days and Tyrone "Crazy Boy" Smith has noone to curb his insanity.
He is seen sitting in the corner of his bedroom, rocking slowly back and forth, his long blonde hair swaying with him. The bangs of his hair is matted down on his forehead as the grin never ceases from his face. His eyes flicker like a crazed wildfire as the rocking becomes more smooth and rhythmic as he starts to speak.
"I can't believe I lost again. I can't accept it. I won't accept it. I lost to two newcomers... again. I blame High Tide. He is the bane of my existence. I loathe him and his pirate ways. I need to end this once and for all, but no matter what I do, he seems to creep back, like a leech, sucking the life out of me.
I don't know what I need to do to finish this business with High Tide, but it's going to end. I'm going to beat the hell out of him if it's the last thing I do. He has screwed with me for the last time."
Tyrone cackles a sinister cackle as the rocking becomes more erratic, his grin almost from ear to ear, like a Chelsea Grin.
"High Tide will get his due coming to him before long. I swear to it, but now I get to look forward to Living a Legacy VII. Underground Championship on the line. 9 people vying for the championship in what could turn out to be one of the more brutal matches Pure Class Wrestling has ever seen...
And I will F*cking love it."
Tyrone cackles again, his eyes flickering as he starts to bang his head on the corner of the wall, laughing the entire time.
"A ladder match. My kind of match. Imagine what carnage and malice you can do with a ladder. You can come up with so many different ways to maim a person with a ladder, and I plan to think of as many ways to "take my competition" out as I see fit as I can. By time I get done with everything, there is going to be nothing but a pile or broken bones and bodies laying all over the mat."
The Crazy One's cackle increases as the banging on the wall becomes louder and faster.
"I mean, look at my competition. Buck Brochamp? That John Cena wannabe can't even hold my jock strap, much less keep up with me in the ring. Mr. Holier than Thou thinks that he will beat me down, but he is wrong. He is totally, TOTALLY wrong.
Bubba Reece and Frank Merritt got lucky last show. That's all there is to it. If I didn't have such an incompetent partner, I would have won that match single handed. But I've already gotten into why I f*cking hate High Tide so much, so let's just move on from that, shall we?"
Crazy Boy cackles again.
"At Living a Legacy though, when the spotlight is shining and when it actually matters, the outcome will not be the same, I guarantee it. I will crush their bodies with ladders and make them wish that they never stepped in the ring with me. I will have them laying in the pools of their own blood, watching as their assailant grabs that title from the top of the ladder and wondering what the hell went wrong."
"Which brings me to the next two people on this mishmash of so called talent, Seth Archer and Kristoff Michaelson. Why is it that all of these guys that haven't proven themselves in PCW yet getting shots at titles that they don't deserve yet. What have Archer and Michaelson do to even get a sniff at a shot at the Underground Championship? It baffles me and I will show them that they don't even come close to belonging in a match like this. Pure Class Wrestling is not a place for boys, it's a place where legends are made and where the men wrestle, so do me a favor, boys, and get off the playground, or you are going to get hurt."
Tyrone gets up from the corner and bangs his head on the wall a couple of times, before starting to pace his bedroom like a rabid dog.
"Alexa, Alexa, Alexa. You really have to stop making promises that you know that you will not be able to keep. Now look at the pickle that you are in. If you don't win the title, then you are suspended from PCW. And frankly, it's no sweat off of my back. I never really liked you that much anyway. You were a thorn in my side for so long that if you were gone, I wouldn't notice. I sure as hell wouldn't miss you, that's for sure.
You have the most to lose at Living A Legacy, and that may make you dangerous. More dangerous than anyone else in this match, but it's too little too late. You know what I'm capable of Alexa, and adding a ladder in my hands is just going to be the icing on the cake when it's all said and done. I'm going to relish every minute of it."
Crazy Boy's pacing increases as he continues to speak.
Which brings me to the last two people in the match, High Tide and the Underground Champion, LIGHT. LIGHT, the last time we were in the ring together, I admit you got the best of me. I'm not even going to say you were lucky. You outbested and outwitted me straight up. You're one of the few people I have a shred of respect for in this match. You have been a capable and formidable Underground Champion, but every reign has to come to and end someday. Your time is limited at Living a Legacy, Light, and no offense to you, I've figured you out. I've studied the tapes and I know your strength and weaknesses now. You are not going to fool me twice."
"And finally, Mr. Pirate. Mr. High Tide. Mr. Bane of my F*cking existance. I've had enough. Living a Legacy VII. This ends now. There will be someone broken by the end of the day. Blood will be shed. Bones will be broken. Psyches will be shattered. At the end of the day, there will be only one of us standing, and frankly, I'm too out of my damn mind to give a rat's ass anymore. I will carve ANYONE that gets in my way to get to you if that is what it takes. I will make you pay for EVERYTHING you have done to me in the past 2 years.
At Living a Legacy. I. Will. Eradicate. You."
Tyrone cackles again as the pacing stops. He settles back in his corner and sits down, the rocking continuing from before. Before he ends his promo, his Chelsea Grin smile returns and he starts mumbling to himself.
"And before you ask, that conversation with Nathan Saniti? That's on a need to know basis. You all will find out when it's all said and done."
He curls up into a ball on the floor and starts to rock uncontrollably as the show fades to black.
Static and fade.
End.
Wild Eyes.
Goofy grin on his face.
He's officially went down the rabbit hole.
The Crazy One has officially gone bat shit crazy.
And noone is around to stop him. Cassie and Shayla are on vacation for a few days and Tyrone "Crazy Boy" Smith has noone to curb his insanity.
He is seen sitting in the corner of his bedroom, rocking slowly back and forth, his long blonde hair swaying with him. The bangs of his hair is matted down on his forehead as the grin never ceases from his face. His eyes flicker like a crazed wildfire as the rocking becomes more smooth and rhythmic as he starts to speak.
"I can't believe I lost again. I can't accept it. I won't accept it. I lost to two newcomers... again. I blame High Tide. He is the bane of my existence. I loathe him and his pirate ways. I need to end this once and for all, but no matter what I do, he seems to creep back, like a leech, sucking the life out of me.
I don't know what I need to do to finish this business with High Tide, but it's going to end. I'm going to beat the hell out of him if it's the last thing I do. He has screwed with me for the last time."
Tyrone cackles a sinister cackle as the rocking becomes more erratic, his grin almost from ear to ear, like a Chelsea Grin.
"High Tide will get his due coming to him before long. I swear to it, but now I get to look forward to Living a Legacy VII. Underground Championship on the line. 9 people vying for the championship in what could turn out to be one of the more brutal matches Pure Class Wrestling has ever seen...
And I will F*cking love it."
Tyrone cackles again, his eyes flickering as he starts to bang his head on the corner of the wall, laughing the entire time.
"A ladder match. My kind of match. Imagine what carnage and malice you can do with a ladder. You can come up with so many different ways to maim a person with a ladder, and I plan to think of as many ways to "take my competition" out as I see fit as I can. By time I get done with everything, there is going to be nothing but a pile or broken bones and bodies laying all over the mat."
The Crazy One's cackle increases as the banging on the wall becomes louder and faster.
"I mean, look at my competition. Buck Brochamp? That John Cena wannabe can't even hold my jock strap, much less keep up with me in the ring. Mr. Holier than Thou thinks that he will beat me down, but he is wrong. He is totally, TOTALLY wrong.
Bubba Reece and Frank Merritt got lucky last show. That's all there is to it. If I didn't have such an incompetent partner, I would have won that match single handed. But I've already gotten into why I f*cking hate High Tide so much, so let's just move on from that, shall we?"
Crazy Boy cackles again.
"At Living a Legacy though, when the spotlight is shining and when it actually matters, the outcome will not be the same, I guarantee it. I will crush their bodies with ladders and make them wish that they never stepped in the ring with me. I will have them laying in the pools of their own blood, watching as their assailant grabs that title from the top of the ladder and wondering what the hell went wrong."
"Which brings me to the next two people on this mishmash of so called talent, Seth Archer and Kristoff Michaelson. Why is it that all of these guys that haven't proven themselves in PCW yet getting shots at titles that they don't deserve yet. What have Archer and Michaelson do to even get a sniff at a shot at the Underground Championship? It baffles me and I will show them that they don't even come close to belonging in a match like this. Pure Class Wrestling is not a place for boys, it's a place where legends are made and where the men wrestle, so do me a favor, boys, and get off the playground, or you are going to get hurt."
Tyrone gets up from the corner and bangs his head on the wall a couple of times, before starting to pace his bedroom like a rabid dog.
"Alexa, Alexa, Alexa. You really have to stop making promises that you know that you will not be able to keep. Now look at the pickle that you are in. If you don't win the title, then you are suspended from PCW. And frankly, it's no sweat off of my back. I never really liked you that much anyway. You were a thorn in my side for so long that if you were gone, I wouldn't notice. I sure as hell wouldn't miss you, that's for sure.
You have the most to lose at Living A Legacy, and that may make you dangerous. More dangerous than anyone else in this match, but it's too little too late. You know what I'm capable of Alexa, and adding a ladder in my hands is just going to be the icing on the cake when it's all said and done. I'm going to relish every minute of it."
Crazy Boy's pacing increases as he continues to speak.
Which brings me to the last two people in the match, High Tide and the Underground Champion, LIGHT. LIGHT, the last time we were in the ring together, I admit you got the best of me. I'm not even going to say you were lucky. You outbested and outwitted me straight up. You're one of the few people I have a shred of respect for in this match. You have been a capable and formidable Underground Champion, but every reign has to come to and end someday. Your time is limited at Living a Legacy, Light, and no offense to you, I've figured you out. I've studied the tapes and I know your strength and weaknesses now. You are not going to fool me twice."
"And finally, Mr. Pirate. Mr. High Tide. Mr. Bane of my F*cking existance. I've had enough. Living a Legacy VII. This ends now. There will be someone broken by the end of the day. Blood will be shed. Bones will be broken. Psyches will be shattered. At the end of the day, there will be only one of us standing, and frankly, I'm too out of my damn mind to give a rat's ass anymore. I will carve ANYONE that gets in my way to get to you if that is what it takes. I will make you pay for EVERYTHING you have done to me in the past 2 years.
At Living a Legacy. I. Will. Eradicate. You."
Tyrone cackles again as the pacing stops. He settles back in his corner and sits down, the rocking continuing from before. Before he ends his promo, his Chelsea Grin smile returns and he starts mumbling to himself.
"And before you ask, that conversation with Nathan Saniti? That's on a need to know basis. You all will find out when it's all said and done."
He curls up into a ball on the floor and starts to rock uncontrollably as the show fades to black.
Static and fade.
End.
