Post by Tyrone "Crazy Boy" Smith on Sept 18, 2015 8:29:11 GMT -5
"You see what happens when cooler heads prevail? You settled down and you guys beat one half of the #1 contenders for the Tag titles and the tag team champions themselves. Crazy Power just put a stamp on why they should lay claim at the tag team titles yourselves, and showed why (un)Stable is still a force to be reckoned with. You killed a lot of birds with one stone, you know?"
You can see veteran PCW Superstar, Tyrone "Crazy Boy" Smith, sitting at the kitchen table, silently munching on a bowl of cereal, partly listening to his wife and partly having multiple thoughts dancing in his head.
"That's all good and all, and I'm glad we're finally making some statements, but I still am not trusting Kelli Star as far as I can throw her. I'm still fairly certain she is going to turn on Nathan and all of us. She was a part of the Black Hand, and although she says she is attempting to get away from them, but the Black Hand is underhanded and sneaky. They will attempt anything to bring a threat or PCW down, including backhanded tactics like this."
You can hear Cassie heave a heavy sigh as she grabs some cans from the kitchen cupboard and sets them on the counter.
"Can you forget about Kelli for once? I'm sure Nathan knows what he is doing and keeping a close eye on her himself. Even as tag team champions, I'm sure that he is wary of her himself. I think this is just more of a test to see where her loyalty truly lies."
The Crazy One just shrugs his shoulders, not looking away from his cereal as the sun is starting to glow on the outside balcony. Crazy Boy looks up and smile at the impending sunrise.
"I'll just have to trust Nathan. I'm sure he knows what he is doing. I just don't want to see shit go down and we have our loyalties mistrusted, you know? I want to be known as part of the faction that took down the rule of the Black Hand in PCW. I really don't want to see everything get torn from inside. We have worked hard to lay our long term plans out and lay our goals in front of us. I don't want to see the carpet pulled out from under us."
Cassie can be heard walking on the tile of the kitchen, her steps getting quieter as she steps on the carpet and walks up to her husband, putting a tender hand on his shoulder.
"Everything will work out in the end. It always does, babe. Just don't lose your cool and maintain your focus and everything will work out for the best. Just don't let your anger prevail and everything will work out in the end."
Tyrone puts the spoon down next to his bowl and looks up at his wife, smiling ear from ear.
"Why do you always have to be the voice of reason, Cass?"
Cassie chuckles as she slowly walks back toward the kitchen, but not before turning her head around and grinning ear from ear.
"Because I have to. I married you, didn't I? I knew what I was getting myself into!"
The Crazy One chuckles as he gets up from the table and shuffles his way to the balcony door and steps outside, taking a cigarette from his pocket. He lights it up and takes a couple of drags, the sunlight hitting his face, almost causing it to glow.
"Cassie is right about a few things. With our win last Trauma, we made a statement and made a claim to the tag team titles. After all, me and Alexa beat one half of the #1 contenders and the tag team champions.. in the same match. What better way to make your claim than that?"
Tyrone takes another drag off of his cigarette as he looks down and sees a young woman walking her dog along the boardwalk. He smiles and closes his eyes.
"I think Crazy Power should lay claim of the winner of the tag team championship match at the next PPV. Not only are Crazy Power gaining traction, but we are really starting to show what (un)Stable is capable of. But if they want more proof, we'll just have to prove it at the next Trauma when we take on Judge and Jury in another tag team extravaganza!"
Tyrone takes a huge drag off his cigarette and looks out at the gulf that expands out. He watches a couple of boats sailing by as he continues to speak.
"I hope Judge and Jury are prepared to be in the match of their careers, because Crazy Power knows what they are capable of. We've already proven it here, and in order to continue to climb the tag team ladder, we have to win here. If we can get past Judge and Jury, there should be no question in anyone's mind that we deserve a tag team title shot. Either way, the tag titles will be staying with (un)Stable, whether anyone likes it or not."
Crazy Boy grins from ear to ear as he takes one last drag off of his cigarette and snuffs out the butt in his ash tray.
"At Trauma 179, we are facing Judge and Jury. If that is what they are...
Then me and Alexa are the Executioner."
The Crazy One turns around and walks back inside the beachhouse, letting this short and sweet promo fade to black.
Static and fade.
End.
You can see veteran PCW Superstar, Tyrone "Crazy Boy" Smith, sitting at the kitchen table, silently munching on a bowl of cereal, partly listening to his wife and partly having multiple thoughts dancing in his head.
"That's all good and all, and I'm glad we're finally making some statements, but I still am not trusting Kelli Star as far as I can throw her. I'm still fairly certain she is going to turn on Nathan and all of us. She was a part of the Black Hand, and although she says she is attempting to get away from them, but the Black Hand is underhanded and sneaky. They will attempt anything to bring a threat or PCW down, including backhanded tactics like this."
You can hear Cassie heave a heavy sigh as she grabs some cans from the kitchen cupboard and sets them on the counter.
"Can you forget about Kelli for once? I'm sure Nathan knows what he is doing and keeping a close eye on her himself. Even as tag team champions, I'm sure that he is wary of her himself. I think this is just more of a test to see where her loyalty truly lies."
The Crazy One just shrugs his shoulders, not looking away from his cereal as the sun is starting to glow on the outside balcony. Crazy Boy looks up and smile at the impending sunrise.
"I'll just have to trust Nathan. I'm sure he knows what he is doing. I just don't want to see shit go down and we have our loyalties mistrusted, you know? I want to be known as part of the faction that took down the rule of the Black Hand in PCW. I really don't want to see everything get torn from inside. We have worked hard to lay our long term plans out and lay our goals in front of us. I don't want to see the carpet pulled out from under us."
Cassie can be heard walking on the tile of the kitchen, her steps getting quieter as she steps on the carpet and walks up to her husband, putting a tender hand on his shoulder.
"Everything will work out in the end. It always does, babe. Just don't lose your cool and maintain your focus and everything will work out for the best. Just don't let your anger prevail and everything will work out in the end."
Tyrone puts the spoon down next to his bowl and looks up at his wife, smiling ear from ear.
"Why do you always have to be the voice of reason, Cass?"
Cassie chuckles as she slowly walks back toward the kitchen, but not before turning her head around and grinning ear from ear.
"Because I have to. I married you, didn't I? I knew what I was getting myself into!"
The Crazy One chuckles as he gets up from the table and shuffles his way to the balcony door and steps outside, taking a cigarette from his pocket. He lights it up and takes a couple of drags, the sunlight hitting his face, almost causing it to glow.
"Cassie is right about a few things. With our win last Trauma, we made a statement and made a claim to the tag team titles. After all, me and Alexa beat one half of the #1 contenders and the tag team champions.. in the same match. What better way to make your claim than that?"
Tyrone takes another drag off of his cigarette as he looks down and sees a young woman walking her dog along the boardwalk. He smiles and closes his eyes.
"I think Crazy Power should lay claim of the winner of the tag team championship match at the next PPV. Not only are Crazy Power gaining traction, but we are really starting to show what (un)Stable is capable of. But if they want more proof, we'll just have to prove it at the next Trauma when we take on Judge and Jury in another tag team extravaganza!"
Tyrone takes a huge drag off his cigarette and looks out at the gulf that expands out. He watches a couple of boats sailing by as he continues to speak.
"I hope Judge and Jury are prepared to be in the match of their careers, because Crazy Power knows what they are capable of. We've already proven it here, and in order to continue to climb the tag team ladder, we have to win here. If we can get past Judge and Jury, there should be no question in anyone's mind that we deserve a tag team title shot. Either way, the tag titles will be staying with (un)Stable, whether anyone likes it or not."
Crazy Boy grins from ear to ear as he takes one last drag off of his cigarette and snuffs out the butt in his ash tray.
"At Trauma 179, we are facing Judge and Jury. If that is what they are...
Then me and Alexa are the Executioner."
The Crazy One turns around and walks back inside the beachhouse, letting this short and sweet promo fade to black.
Static and fade.
End.
