Post by Tyrone "Crazy Boy" Smith on Oct 2, 2015 13:48:56 GMT -5
A lush forest can be seen as the camera zooms in. You can hear the quiet chatter of animals and the rushing of wind as everything seems normal at first glance. The scene is almost serene and tranquil, almost too quiet. The camera turns a corner and zooms into a clearing in the middle of the area. There sits a figure in the middle of the clearing, sitting on a hollowed out log. The long blonde hair is matted on his face and a weird grin is on the face of the individual.
Something seems very off about this person. Sitting on the left of him, teetering precariously on the log is a knife. The camera zooms in on the knife as it shows signs of use and wear, with what looks like blood spattered on the blade and hilt. An uneasy feeling lingers in the air as the person grabs the knife and plays with it in his right hand. With his left hand, he fixes his hair away from his face as it is revealed to be PCW Superstar Tyrone "Crazy Boy" Smith. His eyes are lifeless and cold. The sinister smile doesn't escape his lips as he gestures around the clearing and nods for the camera to take a look.
The camera looks shaky as it looks in a corner in the clearing. On the ground, next to a couple of small tents, there sits 3 bodies, slumped over, almost laying on top of each other. All three of them are wearing shrouded black hoods, which cover their faces. These faceless entities have no identity, no remarkable features, but all three of them have stab wounds on their torsos. Crazy Boy walks behind the camera, the knife in his hand. The light is filtering on his clothes now as you can see splatters of blood on the shirt and pants. In a gravely, raspy voice, Tyrone starts to speak.
"Noone knows who these guys are. These faceless entities are just here to be in the way. They are a bunch of nobodies. Noone knows or cares that they are gone. I put them out of their misery. They weren't going anywhere and wouldn't be missed anyway. They were just in the way, their whole existence fake."
The Crazy One points in another corner, surrounded by trees. The corner seems quiet and serene, but what's behind it is a completely different story. Tyrone chuckles and walks behind the tree and motions the camera to come. The camera slowly walks toward the trees and looks at where Tyrone is pointing. A gruesome scene appears before them.
Two bodies lay sprawled on the forest floor, blood trickling out of their mouths. Their eyes are wide open with a surprised look on their faces. The stab wounds are flush in their hearts, as the blood is congealed and coagulated around the puncture wounds. The camera zooms in to identify the dead bodies.
The Crazy One chuckles softly as the knife plunges into one of the bodies again. The camera zooms out as Crazy Boy pulls the knife out and starts to speak.
"Ezra Blackstone and Michael Aaron Rickson Craig. Two guys who are so new, so fragile. They just wanted to make a name for themselves, but they looked lost and had that deer in headlights look. They were letting the sudden fame and fortune get the best of them, and they were dead in the water anyway. They weren't going to make their dreams come true, there was no hope for them. I ended them before their dreams were crushed and the weight of the industry was too much for them to bear."
Tyrone continues the gruesome tour of the clearing as he stops in front of a small shack that is precariously in the trees. A small, quiet path between the trees is set forth, leading to the broken down building. The camera looks on the forest floor and sees a trail of blood leading to the shack. The Crazy One chuckles again, knife in tow, as he reaches for the door and opens, the creaking almost unbearable and the door almost coming off the hinges.
Inside the shack, there are two bodies, hanging from the rafters, ropes around their necks. The bodies swing around softly in the breeze that comes in from the cracks of the building. The camera zooms in and sees more stab wounds across the stomach and sides of the body. Crazy Boy looks at the knife lovingly, some of the blood dripping off of it to the decaying wooden floor on the shack.
"Derek Cosmos and Hiroshi Yukio. Two people that have been a thorn in my side since Crazy Power came to be. They have been sticking their noses in my business for a while now, and frankly I got sick of it. Now, they can't bother me anymore. They can now stay out of my business. I hung them after stabbing them to show what happens when people get in my way. This is to show the world I f-cking mean business and what will happen when you try to stick your nose when it doesn't belong."
Crazy Boy leaves the shack as the camera is slow to follow, falling behind the demented superstar, who is picking up his pace. He speeds off the beaten path and turns around, walking backwards, pointing the knife at the camera, threatening them to keep up. The camera slowly picks up the pace, struggling to catch up with him. As he turns off the beaten path, he turns to another corner in the clearing, where another body lays dormant against a tree. There is stab wounds in the neck, the blood trickling out of the wound hole. Crazy Boy gestures expansively as he continues to speak.
Kelli Star. The bitch I can't trust as far as I can throw her. I know she has something up her sleeve and she is going to f-ck us all. I don't care how trusting Nathan is, but I know there is something going on in her feeble mind. I can't believe that some people can be so trusting. Maybe you think I'm too UNtrusting, but my gut feelings are generally right about these kind of things. Now with this, she can no longer deceive, betray or stab anyone in the back, because I did the stabbing for her."
Tyrone points right next to their location and another body lays curled up on the floor. The body surprisingly has no stab wounds, no tears in her clothes, nothing that showed a struggle. Tyrone sets the knife down to his side and hangs his head low. The blood starts to form a puddle on the ground next to him.
"Alexa Black. My own tag team partner. My partner in crime. Why would I kill her when she hasn't done anything wrong? She hates Kelli Star, she has been with me through thick and thin. There shouldn't have been any reason to do this. And in all honestly, there really wasn't a reason. That's why there is no stab marks, no struggle, no signs of anything that she died a horrible death. I suffocated her. I guess the only reason is that sometimes it truly is every man or woman for themselves and sometimes you got to set yourself free and spread your wings sometimes, you know?"
Tyrone lastly goes to a very tall tree. Although everything seems normal around it, it's what's ABOVE that catches the camera off guard. Blood is dripping from the limbs and scatters along the leaves on the ground. The Crazy One looks up and points his knife up. The camera looks up and in the limbs of the tree is 2 more bodies. The camera zooms in and sees some stab wounds on the back of the neck and the back itself.
Justin "Stormm" Michaels and Grimm. Both elite superstars. Both incredible at what they do. It's hard to bring them down when they are at their peak. But that's the thing, they are always climbing, always trying to do better. They can never seem to reach the top like they want to, and it eats away at them inside, like a parasite. Grimm has reached the brass ring a couple of times, but it's been a while since he's been at the top. It's an endless cycle. So now, they don't have to reach anymore. They don't have to bleed and sweat. They don't have to reach for the stars anymore. The turmoil of never reaching the top is something they don't have to deal with anymore."
Crazy Boy chuckles one last time as he looks around the grotesque scene and tells the camera to cut off. The scene fades to black.
30 minutes later.
The scene reopens back up in the same clearing in the forest. Everything seems cleaned up from the clearing, except for one thing. All the dead bodies are now sitting in a pile in the middle of the clearing, a roaring fire blazing next to it, and sitting on top of the dead bodies is the demented one himself.
"You see, when it's all said and done, All these hopes, dreams, aspirations and goals are for naught. These humanly emotions only get in the way of the one true goal: total domination. The one true goal to be the ruler of the kingdom and to rule with an iron fist. You need to shed everything that holds you back and be just an empty vessel with one thought in your mind: destruction. Destroy everything in your path and you will always get what you want."
Tyrone grins from ear to ear as he stands up and crawls off the pile of bodies and stares at the camera man, knife unsheathed. The camera starts to back away, but he picks up the pace. He holds the knife over his head, a demented smile on his face.
"You have served your purpose. You are no longer any use to me."
Before the person behind the camera can even respond, Crazy Boy lunges like a lion hunting it's prey. A piercing shriek can be heard behind the camera as it falls to the forest floor, turned to it's side. A spray of red can be seen soaking the leaves on the ground and eventually the camera lens itself, Tyrone laughing manically the whole time. Then the shuffling of feet and all is silent....
A sudden scream is heard in the darkness as a figure shoots straight up from a bed. Heavy breathing can be heard as you see a light flicker on from a desk lamp next to the bed. It can be seen as the real Tyrone "Crazy Boy" Smith. Sweat pours down his forehead, matting his hair around his face as he rubs his eyes and stares at the wall.
It must have been a nightmare. It couldn't have been anything else, he thought as he stands up from the bed and stares at his wife, who is still sleeping soundly on the other side. Surprised the scream didn't wake her up, he stares into the dresser mirror and adjusts his long, blonde hair out of his face.
He softly opens the door and shuffles down the hallway, the dim light from the kitchen keeping him from bumping into anything. As he walks to the balcony, he opens the door and walks outside, staring into the night.
Yes, it was a nightmare, but you know what? I'm okay with what happened in it. Sure, it's disturbing and paints a gruesome scene, but it's JUST.. the way.. I like it.
A wild cackle can be heard piercing the night sky as he turns around, the sinister grin and the lifeless eyes overtaking his features. He shrugs his shoulders and turns around again, laughing hysterically the entire time.
Looks like...
The alter ego has come out to play.
Static and fade.
End.
Something seems very off about this person. Sitting on the left of him, teetering precariously on the log is a knife. The camera zooms in on the knife as it shows signs of use and wear, with what looks like blood spattered on the blade and hilt. An uneasy feeling lingers in the air as the person grabs the knife and plays with it in his right hand. With his left hand, he fixes his hair away from his face as it is revealed to be PCW Superstar Tyrone "Crazy Boy" Smith. His eyes are lifeless and cold. The sinister smile doesn't escape his lips as he gestures around the clearing and nods for the camera to take a look.
The camera looks shaky as it looks in a corner in the clearing. On the ground, next to a couple of small tents, there sits 3 bodies, slumped over, almost laying on top of each other. All three of them are wearing shrouded black hoods, which cover their faces. These faceless entities have no identity, no remarkable features, but all three of them have stab wounds on their torsos. Crazy Boy walks behind the camera, the knife in his hand. The light is filtering on his clothes now as you can see splatters of blood on the shirt and pants. In a gravely, raspy voice, Tyrone starts to speak.
"Noone knows who these guys are. These faceless entities are just here to be in the way. They are a bunch of nobodies. Noone knows or cares that they are gone. I put them out of their misery. They weren't going anywhere and wouldn't be missed anyway. They were just in the way, their whole existence fake."
The Crazy One points in another corner, surrounded by trees. The corner seems quiet and serene, but what's behind it is a completely different story. Tyrone chuckles and walks behind the tree and motions the camera to come. The camera slowly walks toward the trees and looks at where Tyrone is pointing. A gruesome scene appears before them.
Two bodies lay sprawled on the forest floor, blood trickling out of their mouths. Their eyes are wide open with a surprised look on their faces. The stab wounds are flush in their hearts, as the blood is congealed and coagulated around the puncture wounds. The camera zooms in to identify the dead bodies.
The Crazy One chuckles softly as the knife plunges into one of the bodies again. The camera zooms out as Crazy Boy pulls the knife out and starts to speak.
"Ezra Blackstone and Michael Aaron Rickson Craig. Two guys who are so new, so fragile. They just wanted to make a name for themselves, but they looked lost and had that deer in headlights look. They were letting the sudden fame and fortune get the best of them, and they were dead in the water anyway. They weren't going to make their dreams come true, there was no hope for them. I ended them before their dreams were crushed and the weight of the industry was too much for them to bear."
Tyrone continues the gruesome tour of the clearing as he stops in front of a small shack that is precariously in the trees. A small, quiet path between the trees is set forth, leading to the broken down building. The camera looks on the forest floor and sees a trail of blood leading to the shack. The Crazy One chuckles again, knife in tow, as he reaches for the door and opens, the creaking almost unbearable and the door almost coming off the hinges.
Inside the shack, there are two bodies, hanging from the rafters, ropes around their necks. The bodies swing around softly in the breeze that comes in from the cracks of the building. The camera zooms in and sees more stab wounds across the stomach and sides of the body. Crazy Boy looks at the knife lovingly, some of the blood dripping off of it to the decaying wooden floor on the shack.
"Derek Cosmos and Hiroshi Yukio. Two people that have been a thorn in my side since Crazy Power came to be. They have been sticking their noses in my business for a while now, and frankly I got sick of it. Now, they can't bother me anymore. They can now stay out of my business. I hung them after stabbing them to show what happens when people get in my way. This is to show the world I f-cking mean business and what will happen when you try to stick your nose when it doesn't belong."
Crazy Boy leaves the shack as the camera is slow to follow, falling behind the demented superstar, who is picking up his pace. He speeds off the beaten path and turns around, walking backwards, pointing the knife at the camera, threatening them to keep up. The camera slowly picks up the pace, struggling to catch up with him. As he turns off the beaten path, he turns to another corner in the clearing, where another body lays dormant against a tree. There is stab wounds in the neck, the blood trickling out of the wound hole. Crazy Boy gestures expansively as he continues to speak.
Kelli Star. The bitch I can't trust as far as I can throw her. I know she has something up her sleeve and she is going to f-ck us all. I don't care how trusting Nathan is, but I know there is something going on in her feeble mind. I can't believe that some people can be so trusting. Maybe you think I'm too UNtrusting, but my gut feelings are generally right about these kind of things. Now with this, she can no longer deceive, betray or stab anyone in the back, because I did the stabbing for her."
Tyrone points right next to their location and another body lays curled up on the floor. The body surprisingly has no stab wounds, no tears in her clothes, nothing that showed a struggle. Tyrone sets the knife down to his side and hangs his head low. The blood starts to form a puddle on the ground next to him.
"Alexa Black. My own tag team partner. My partner in crime. Why would I kill her when she hasn't done anything wrong? She hates Kelli Star, she has been with me through thick and thin. There shouldn't have been any reason to do this. And in all honestly, there really wasn't a reason. That's why there is no stab marks, no struggle, no signs of anything that she died a horrible death. I suffocated her. I guess the only reason is that sometimes it truly is every man or woman for themselves and sometimes you got to set yourself free and spread your wings sometimes, you know?"
Tyrone lastly goes to a very tall tree. Although everything seems normal around it, it's what's ABOVE that catches the camera off guard. Blood is dripping from the limbs and scatters along the leaves on the ground. The Crazy One looks up and points his knife up. The camera looks up and in the limbs of the tree is 2 more bodies. The camera zooms in and sees some stab wounds on the back of the neck and the back itself.
Justin "Stormm" Michaels and Grimm. Both elite superstars. Both incredible at what they do. It's hard to bring them down when they are at their peak. But that's the thing, they are always climbing, always trying to do better. They can never seem to reach the top like they want to, and it eats away at them inside, like a parasite. Grimm has reached the brass ring a couple of times, but it's been a while since he's been at the top. It's an endless cycle. So now, they don't have to reach anymore. They don't have to bleed and sweat. They don't have to reach for the stars anymore. The turmoil of never reaching the top is something they don't have to deal with anymore."
Crazy Boy chuckles one last time as he looks around the grotesque scene and tells the camera to cut off. The scene fades to black.
30 minutes later.
The scene reopens back up in the same clearing in the forest. Everything seems cleaned up from the clearing, except for one thing. All the dead bodies are now sitting in a pile in the middle of the clearing, a roaring fire blazing next to it, and sitting on top of the dead bodies is the demented one himself.
"You see, when it's all said and done, All these hopes, dreams, aspirations and goals are for naught. These humanly emotions only get in the way of the one true goal: total domination. The one true goal to be the ruler of the kingdom and to rule with an iron fist. You need to shed everything that holds you back and be just an empty vessel with one thought in your mind: destruction. Destroy everything in your path and you will always get what you want."
Tyrone grins from ear to ear as he stands up and crawls off the pile of bodies and stares at the camera man, knife unsheathed. The camera starts to back away, but he picks up the pace. He holds the knife over his head, a demented smile on his face.
"You have served your purpose. You are no longer any use to me."
Before the person behind the camera can even respond, Crazy Boy lunges like a lion hunting it's prey. A piercing shriek can be heard behind the camera as it falls to the forest floor, turned to it's side. A spray of red can be seen soaking the leaves on the ground and eventually the camera lens itself, Tyrone laughing manically the whole time. Then the shuffling of feet and all is silent....
A sudden scream is heard in the darkness as a figure shoots straight up from a bed. Heavy breathing can be heard as you see a light flicker on from a desk lamp next to the bed. It can be seen as the real Tyrone "Crazy Boy" Smith. Sweat pours down his forehead, matting his hair around his face as he rubs his eyes and stares at the wall.
It must have been a nightmare. It couldn't have been anything else, he thought as he stands up from the bed and stares at his wife, who is still sleeping soundly on the other side. Surprised the scream didn't wake her up, he stares into the dresser mirror and adjusts his long, blonde hair out of his face.
He softly opens the door and shuffles down the hallway, the dim light from the kitchen keeping him from bumping into anything. As he walks to the balcony, he opens the door and walks outside, staring into the night.
Yes, it was a nightmare, but you know what? I'm okay with what happened in it. Sure, it's disturbing and paints a gruesome scene, but it's JUST.. the way.. I like it.
A wild cackle can be heard piercing the night sky as he turns around, the sinister grin and the lifeless eyes overtaking his features. He shrugs his shoulders and turns around again, laughing hysterically the entire time.
Looks like...
The alter ego has come out to play.
Static and fade.
End.