Post by Tyrone "Crazy Boy" Smith on Oct 16, 2015 18:04:56 GMT -5
The same, sinister smile can be seen staring right in front of the makeshift camera. The long, blonde hair has been replaced by shorter, spiky black hair. The lifeless, restless eyes are noticable as the PCW veteran, Tyrone "Crazy Boy" Smith, sits down in a broken down chair, the smile never ceasing from his face, looking almost like the Cheshire Cat.
Everyone wants to F*ck me out of my plans. Everything that I am striving for is blowing away by the wayside. (un)Stable is becoming useless, Alexa Black is becoming useless, everything is becoming useless. I am tempted to just throw everything away and just do everything on my own once again.
But I'm not.
I'm going to continue to roll with the punches. The Black Hand is still all up in my damn business and I want to rid the cancer from PCW once and for all. I had a legitimate chance in the Deadly Rumble and it took ALL THREE MEMBERS of the Black Hand to eliminate me."
Tyrone growls as he slams his fist on the arm on the chair and continues to speak.
"If I want to eliminate the Black Hand once and for all, I'm going to have to continue to play nice with (un)Stable. But my patience is really starting to wear thin. Something has got to happen soon, or I'll just have to take matters into my own hands, and no one is going to like that."
The Crazy One cackles heartily, continuing to speak.
"The nightmare I had, Alexa Black, (un)Stable, Nathan Saniti. Everything that has happened recently has started to warp my feeble little mind. It's like a huge weight is crushing my shoulers and won't let go. It's becoming more than I can bear, and it's making me very dangerous to be around. I'm almost completely unstable myself."
Another large cackle escapes the lips of the demented superstar as he smashes the arms on the broken chair again.
"Alexa Black and her subordinates are starting to call me a fool. They knew damn well what they were getting themselves into when she decided to tag with me. She knew how twisted and demented I can be. I can make anyone in Pure Class Wrestling seem like a scared child.
She has to be the biggest fool of all to team with me. I will continue to team with her, because I am forced to, but she is starting to walk on real thin ice with me. Her obsession with Kelli Star has really started to cloud her judgement. Just look at the Deadly Rumble. She wouldn't help me, all her focus went to that wretch. And it cost not only her, but me, in the match. If she would have just kept her focus and helped me out like a tag team partner SHOULD have, we would have had a better chance to win. But she was so blinded that she got eliminated early and I was caught up in the ring with ALL THREE MEMBERS of the F*cking Black Hand."
Crazy Boy growls menacingly, the mere mention of the Black Hand making his blood boil.
"Our leader of the cause, Nathan Saniti, couldn't get the job done against Sadistic. It's just one failure after another. Maybe we just were not meant to hang with the Black Hand. Maybe they are just meant to rule Pure Class Wrestling forever."
Tyrone cackles softly to himself, getting up from the chair, pacing like a rabid animal the growls get louder, escaping his lips in an almost hissing noise.
"That's what I WOULD be saying if I was that softer, more regressive side of myself. Right now, I'm as aggressive, cold and uncaring as one could be. And I don't plan on quitting this until I crush the Black Hand underneath my foot.
I haven't given up on (un)Stable yet. It's just taken some time to get this crusade off the ground, but I promise you that the Black Hand will NOT know what will hit them when it's all said and done.
And the conquest starts at Trauma 180 when me and Alexa take on the so-called Revelation, which is essentially two members of the Black Hand, disguised under a fake name. No matter how they cut it, they are still the Black Hand. And Crazy Power plan on beating them to a bloody pulp and get one step closer to ripping their chances at becoming the Tag Team Championships from their grubby little hands."
The Crazy One cackles softly as his pacing increases, the black spiky hair softly waving.
"It's a work in progress, but I promise you, by time it's all said and done, PCW will know the name (un)Stable."
The pacing stops at Crazy Boy stares at the camera and chuckles one last time, pushing the camera over as it fades to black.
Static and fade.
End.
Everyone wants to F*ck me out of my plans. Everything that I am striving for is blowing away by the wayside. (un)Stable is becoming useless, Alexa Black is becoming useless, everything is becoming useless. I am tempted to just throw everything away and just do everything on my own once again.
But I'm not.
I'm going to continue to roll with the punches. The Black Hand is still all up in my damn business and I want to rid the cancer from PCW once and for all. I had a legitimate chance in the Deadly Rumble and it took ALL THREE MEMBERS of the Black Hand to eliminate me."
Tyrone growls as he slams his fist on the arm on the chair and continues to speak.
"If I want to eliminate the Black Hand once and for all, I'm going to have to continue to play nice with (un)Stable. But my patience is really starting to wear thin. Something has got to happen soon, or I'll just have to take matters into my own hands, and no one is going to like that."
The Crazy One cackles heartily, continuing to speak.
"The nightmare I had, Alexa Black, (un)Stable, Nathan Saniti. Everything that has happened recently has started to warp my feeble little mind. It's like a huge weight is crushing my shoulers and won't let go. It's becoming more than I can bear, and it's making me very dangerous to be around. I'm almost completely unstable myself."
Another large cackle escapes the lips of the demented superstar as he smashes the arms on the broken chair again.
"Alexa Black and her subordinates are starting to call me a fool. They knew damn well what they were getting themselves into when she decided to tag with me. She knew how twisted and demented I can be. I can make anyone in Pure Class Wrestling seem like a scared child.
She has to be the biggest fool of all to team with me. I will continue to team with her, because I am forced to, but she is starting to walk on real thin ice with me. Her obsession with Kelli Star has really started to cloud her judgement. Just look at the Deadly Rumble. She wouldn't help me, all her focus went to that wretch. And it cost not only her, but me, in the match. If she would have just kept her focus and helped me out like a tag team partner SHOULD have, we would have had a better chance to win. But she was so blinded that she got eliminated early and I was caught up in the ring with ALL THREE MEMBERS of the F*cking Black Hand."
Crazy Boy growls menacingly, the mere mention of the Black Hand making his blood boil.
"Our leader of the cause, Nathan Saniti, couldn't get the job done against Sadistic. It's just one failure after another. Maybe we just were not meant to hang with the Black Hand. Maybe they are just meant to rule Pure Class Wrestling forever."
Tyrone cackles softly to himself, getting up from the chair, pacing like a rabid animal the growls get louder, escaping his lips in an almost hissing noise.
"That's what I WOULD be saying if I was that softer, more regressive side of myself. Right now, I'm as aggressive, cold and uncaring as one could be. And I don't plan on quitting this until I crush the Black Hand underneath my foot.
I haven't given up on (un)Stable yet. It's just taken some time to get this crusade off the ground, but I promise you that the Black Hand will NOT know what will hit them when it's all said and done.
And the conquest starts at Trauma 180 when me and Alexa take on the so-called Revelation, which is essentially two members of the Black Hand, disguised under a fake name. No matter how they cut it, they are still the Black Hand. And Crazy Power plan on beating them to a bloody pulp and get one step closer to ripping their chances at becoming the Tag Team Championships from their grubby little hands."
The Crazy One cackles softly as his pacing increases, the black spiky hair softly waving.
"It's a work in progress, but I promise you, by time it's all said and done, PCW will know the name (un)Stable."
The pacing stops at Crazy Boy stares at the camera and chuckles one last time, pushing the camera over as it fades to black.
Static and fade.
End.
