Post by Tyrone "Crazy Boy" Smith on Jul 3, 2015 10:40:39 GMT -5
"High Tide, your time is coming. You thought you were done with me, but I am not done with you until I get this thorn out of my side. You have been a bother for so long, but your time is coming. If you are going to hold the Underground Championship, and trust me, your time is coming on that, then the next best thing is to make sure that you guys do not grab the Tag Team Championships.
And to prevent YOU guys from grabbing the tag titles is a double win in our book, since it also prevents the Black Hand from grabbing those same titles. Which is a huge win for the overall plan. It's a win-win situation in the end. Alone we were dangerous enough, but together, we are unstoppable."
The time is right after the meeting with (un)Stable, where Tyrone "Crazy Boy" Smith and Alexa Black threw their names in the hat for the Tag Team Championships. With the united force of the dangerous and mentally unstable duo and the other stablemates that back them up, it will be hard pressed not to pick (un)Stable to become the new tag team champions down the road.
"I know Nathan's ultimate goal is to take down Black Hand, and that's the reason why this little posse was formed. I get it. I really do, but if Black Hand is going to take us seriously and we're going to prove that we are a force to be reckoned with, we have to show everyone in Pure Class Wrestling what we are made of.
I have some beef with High Tide and he is trying to stabilize a force for himself, so I thought to show Black Hand just what we can do united by tearing down another faction. We want everyone in Pure Class Wrestling to know just how dangerous we can be, and it starts by winning the reinstated Tag Team Championships.
Then, and only then, we can prove to Black Hand that we mean business and their tyranny and chokehold on PCW will be coming to an end. Their luck cannot last forever, and we may just be dangerous and mentally unstable enough to get it done."
The Crazy One is sitting in his Shelby GT 500 in a parking lot. He is leaning back in his seat, a cigarette hanging out of his mouth. He takes a few drags off of it as he continues to speak.
"Alexa hasn't had the unfortunate privilege to have faced the Sea Men like I have. I know how dangerous they can be. They are former Tag Team Champions in their own right. But they haven't face my new attitude and Alexa's psychpathic nature. They haven't quite face a dangerous and psychotic tag team like us."
Another drag off of his cigarette as he smiles, the smoke coming out of his nostrils.
"And then there is the Nobodies. Their name is fitting, that's for sure. I'm still not sure who they are, but they are okay in my book if they are giving Sea Men and High Tide a hard time. But if there is ANYONE that is going to make High Tide's life a living hell, it's going to be me. I want to see him suffer. I want to see his eyes beg for mercy. I want to show him the meaning of neurosis.
I want him to be constantly looking over his shoulder, nervously watching for any movement in the shadows and someone to strike him down at any time. I want him to know that he had no chance in hell when he goes against the (un)Stable."
Tyrone grins as he takes a huge drag off the cigarette and flicks the butt out of the window.
"And then, when we stamp our dominance on High Tide and his little party of wannabes and eventually claim some hardware for our family of misfits, then we will be one step closer to the ultimate showdown, the clash of titans as you would call it.
The Crazy One looks down at his wrist, a watch softly ticking can be heard.
"Tick, tock. Time is running out. The time of your dominance and running free in Pure Class Wrestling is running out, Black Hand. Enjoy it while it lasts, because the last thing you will see is a bunch of rag-tag misfits standing over your prone bodies.
Let the battles begin."
Tyrone cranks up his car as he speeds out of the parking lot as the show fades to black.
Static and fade.
End.
And to prevent YOU guys from grabbing the tag titles is a double win in our book, since it also prevents the Black Hand from grabbing those same titles. Which is a huge win for the overall plan. It's a win-win situation in the end. Alone we were dangerous enough, but together, we are unstoppable."
The time is right after the meeting with (un)Stable, where Tyrone "Crazy Boy" Smith and Alexa Black threw their names in the hat for the Tag Team Championships. With the united force of the dangerous and mentally unstable duo and the other stablemates that back them up, it will be hard pressed not to pick (un)Stable to become the new tag team champions down the road.
"I know Nathan's ultimate goal is to take down Black Hand, and that's the reason why this little posse was formed. I get it. I really do, but if Black Hand is going to take us seriously and we're going to prove that we are a force to be reckoned with, we have to show everyone in Pure Class Wrestling what we are made of.
I have some beef with High Tide and he is trying to stabilize a force for himself, so I thought to show Black Hand just what we can do united by tearing down another faction. We want everyone in Pure Class Wrestling to know just how dangerous we can be, and it starts by winning the reinstated Tag Team Championships.
Then, and only then, we can prove to Black Hand that we mean business and their tyranny and chokehold on PCW will be coming to an end. Their luck cannot last forever, and we may just be dangerous and mentally unstable enough to get it done."
The Crazy One is sitting in his Shelby GT 500 in a parking lot. He is leaning back in his seat, a cigarette hanging out of his mouth. He takes a few drags off of it as he continues to speak.
"Alexa hasn't had the unfortunate privilege to have faced the Sea Men like I have. I know how dangerous they can be. They are former Tag Team Champions in their own right. But they haven't face my new attitude and Alexa's psychpathic nature. They haven't quite face a dangerous and psychotic tag team like us."
Another drag off of his cigarette as he smiles, the smoke coming out of his nostrils.
"And then there is the Nobodies. Their name is fitting, that's for sure. I'm still not sure who they are, but they are okay in my book if they are giving Sea Men and High Tide a hard time. But if there is ANYONE that is going to make High Tide's life a living hell, it's going to be me. I want to see him suffer. I want to see his eyes beg for mercy. I want to show him the meaning of neurosis.
I want him to be constantly looking over his shoulder, nervously watching for any movement in the shadows and someone to strike him down at any time. I want him to know that he had no chance in hell when he goes against the (un)Stable."
Tyrone grins as he takes a huge drag off the cigarette and flicks the butt out of the window.
"And then, when we stamp our dominance on High Tide and his little party of wannabes and eventually claim some hardware for our family of misfits, then we will be one step closer to the ultimate showdown, the clash of titans as you would call it.
The Crazy One looks down at his wrist, a watch softly ticking can be heard.
"Tick, tock. Time is running out. The time of your dominance and running free in Pure Class Wrestling is running out, Black Hand. Enjoy it while it lasts, because the last thing you will see is a bunch of rag-tag misfits standing over your prone bodies.
Let the battles begin."
Tyrone cranks up his car as he speeds out of the parking lot as the show fades to black.
Static and fade.
End.
