Post by crazyboy on Sept 23, 2009 13:42:51 GMT -5
In Harm's (Geta)Way is coming up very soon, and this is my first opportunity for me to be able to address anyone about my upcoming match at the pre-show and the PPV itself. Don't think I'm not psyched up about the match, because I am. I'm as ready as I ever will be: both physically and mentally.
The scene fades in from black with the current Chaotic Champion, Tyrone "Crazy Boy" Smith standing on a beach, apparently in Hawaii. He has a pair of khaki pants on and a Hawaiian shirt along with some shades. He has a little bit of a smile on his face as the Chaotic Championship gleams in the sun on his shoulder as he bathes in the sun and the wind that is wrapped around him.
The pre-show match is one for the ages. It could quite possibly steal the show, and could be a contention for match of the year if everyone plays and performs the way that I KNOW that they could. I get the priveledge to team up with Mr. Happy again, and my other partner consists of Primal. I know what Primal is capable of, due to the fact that he won the Cruiserweight battle Royale I was involved with when I made my return. That was no small feat, that's for sure.
Tyrone sits down in the sand and stares out into the horizon as he nods his head and continues to speak.
The last time me and Mr. Happy teamed up together, we were successful in beating Deathtrain and PM Acid. I know what Mr. Insano is capable of as well. Walking destruction machine that's for sure.
Tyrone takes the shades off as he sticks them in his shirt pocket, his eyes squinting in the sun as he nods his head and continues to stare out into the horizon, the waves crashing around his feet.
We three get to face "M-V-P" Kanyon, Tara Fenix and my opponent for Ruthless and Reckless, Deathtrain. It's going to be a match for the ages, and one that I think we could be on top at the end.
Tyrone shrugs his shoulders and watches some tourists and natives walk around the beach around him. He grabs some of the sand and makes a little pile next to his feet as he continues to speak.
You see, the last time that I faced Tara Fenix in the ring, I do admit, she got the best of me. I slipped up, made one little mistake, and it cost me. That's why she is one of the best of the best here in the XHF, hell in the world. But to be able to keep toe to toe with her until the very end of the match says a lot about my heart and perseverance myself.
I've been paying a little attention to what Tara has been saying, and once again she is starting to underestimate me. She thinks that she beat me once and she can beat me again. That's true and all. She could possibly pin me in that ring again and beat me once again, but I don't plan on that happening. You see, Tara's words have hit some ring of truth to them. I know, maybe to her, that the Chaotic championship doesn't mean jack-shit to her, but to me, it means the world. It means that I have rose to the rafters of the XHF and finally am able to call myself a champion, no matter how small the championship could be. I have shown week after week since I have won it that I am a fighting champion, and whoever is going to beat me is going to have to earn it.
Tara, you just don't get it. I'm not the same person I was just a short few weeks ago when me and you went face to face. I'm better. I'm faster. I'm stronger. All these Chaotic Rules matches have made me more resilient and tougher than anything I have ever been before. I would like to THANK you though, Tara. If it was not for that match with you, I probably would have still been floundering around in the bottom rungs of the XHF, with no direction. The higher ups of the XHF saw what I was capable of and decided to move me up the ladder, and look where I am at now. It's true it's not the World championship or even the X*Crown or No Mercy, but it's a championship belt nonetheless.
Tara, the outcome will not be the same. Whether it's me proving to you that I'm better than I say I was, or Primal or Mr. Happy getting your hands on you, the outcome will be different this time. After In Harms (Geta)Way, I can finally add your name to the stone of opponents that I have defeated in the XHF. And not even YOU can stop me this time.
Tyrone watches as a few people run into the water with a splash and a few jet skis and boats rumble by as he smiles and continues to speak.
Kanyon, I don't know terribly much about you, I must admit. I know that you are pretty talented, but you have somewhat of a cocky mouth. You call yourself the "M-V-P" of the XHF. MVP of what? Oh well, no use thinking about that. Anyway, Kanyon, I have no beef with you whatsoever. You are just in the wrong place at the wrong time because of your two tag team partners, Tara and Deathtrain. I'm going to let Primal deal with you, since he is the one with the personal matters with you, but if you get in my way, I won't hesitate to kick your ass to the side. You won't be able to hide behind Deathtrain or Tara, because by time I get to you, both of them will be dealt with personally. Kanyon, by time this match is over, we will show you that you, my friend, are the MVP OF NOTHING.
Tyrone gets a little scowl on his face as his long blonde hair wraps around his face with the force of the wing. His eyebrows burrow and he gets a serious look on his face as he turns to the cameraman and speaks again.
Which brings me to YOU, Deathtrain. Ever since you made your return to the XHF, you have proceeded to make my life a "living nightmare", no pun intended. From beating me down from my title celebration to showing me a nightmare where you steal my daughter and wife-to-be, you have really become a thorn in my side. Well, no more. I finally get the chance to face you and beat your ass like none before. Now, don't get me wrong, I'm not stupid. You are a legend in the ring, and rightfully so. But the thing is, you messed with me and now you are going to suffer.
I have read the spreadsheets and rumor pages that say that "you have gotten in my head." Nothing can be further from the truth, Deathtrain... you just pissed me off. And me pissed off is NEVER a good thing, and you will see, my friend.
Deathtrain, you may be a legend in the ring, but I promise you.. I FUCKING PROMISE YOU.. that you have NEVER... EVER faced someone in that ring quite like me. At the 6-man tag team match I will beat you, put fear into you. Then at the PPV.... I WILL BREAK YOU.
Tyrone stands up from the beach and nods his head as he starts to walk away from the camera, letting this promo fade to black.
The scene fades in from black with the current Chaotic Champion, Tyrone "Crazy Boy" Smith standing on a beach, apparently in Hawaii. He has a pair of khaki pants on and a Hawaiian shirt along with some shades. He has a little bit of a smile on his face as the Chaotic Championship gleams in the sun on his shoulder as he bathes in the sun and the wind that is wrapped around him.
The pre-show match is one for the ages. It could quite possibly steal the show, and could be a contention for match of the year if everyone plays and performs the way that I KNOW that they could. I get the priveledge to team up with Mr. Happy again, and my other partner consists of Primal. I know what Primal is capable of, due to the fact that he won the Cruiserweight battle Royale I was involved with when I made my return. That was no small feat, that's for sure.
Tyrone sits down in the sand and stares out into the horizon as he nods his head and continues to speak.
The last time me and Mr. Happy teamed up together, we were successful in beating Deathtrain and PM Acid. I know what Mr. Insano is capable of as well. Walking destruction machine that's for sure.
Tyrone takes the shades off as he sticks them in his shirt pocket, his eyes squinting in the sun as he nods his head and continues to stare out into the horizon, the waves crashing around his feet.
We three get to face "M-V-P" Kanyon, Tara Fenix and my opponent for Ruthless and Reckless, Deathtrain. It's going to be a match for the ages, and one that I think we could be on top at the end.
Tyrone shrugs his shoulders and watches some tourists and natives walk around the beach around him. He grabs some of the sand and makes a little pile next to his feet as he continues to speak.
You see, the last time that I faced Tara Fenix in the ring, I do admit, she got the best of me. I slipped up, made one little mistake, and it cost me. That's why she is one of the best of the best here in the XHF, hell in the world. But to be able to keep toe to toe with her until the very end of the match says a lot about my heart and perseverance myself.
I've been paying a little attention to what Tara has been saying, and once again she is starting to underestimate me. She thinks that she beat me once and she can beat me again. That's true and all. She could possibly pin me in that ring again and beat me once again, but I don't plan on that happening. You see, Tara's words have hit some ring of truth to them. I know, maybe to her, that the Chaotic championship doesn't mean jack-shit to her, but to me, it means the world. It means that I have rose to the rafters of the XHF and finally am able to call myself a champion, no matter how small the championship could be. I have shown week after week since I have won it that I am a fighting champion, and whoever is going to beat me is going to have to earn it.
Tara, you just don't get it. I'm not the same person I was just a short few weeks ago when me and you went face to face. I'm better. I'm faster. I'm stronger. All these Chaotic Rules matches have made me more resilient and tougher than anything I have ever been before. I would like to THANK you though, Tara. If it was not for that match with you, I probably would have still been floundering around in the bottom rungs of the XHF, with no direction. The higher ups of the XHF saw what I was capable of and decided to move me up the ladder, and look where I am at now. It's true it's not the World championship or even the X*Crown or No Mercy, but it's a championship belt nonetheless.
Tara, the outcome will not be the same. Whether it's me proving to you that I'm better than I say I was, or Primal or Mr. Happy getting your hands on you, the outcome will be different this time. After In Harms (Geta)Way, I can finally add your name to the stone of opponents that I have defeated in the XHF. And not even YOU can stop me this time.
Tyrone watches as a few people run into the water with a splash and a few jet skis and boats rumble by as he smiles and continues to speak.
Kanyon, I don't know terribly much about you, I must admit. I know that you are pretty talented, but you have somewhat of a cocky mouth. You call yourself the "M-V-P" of the XHF. MVP of what? Oh well, no use thinking about that. Anyway, Kanyon, I have no beef with you whatsoever. You are just in the wrong place at the wrong time because of your two tag team partners, Tara and Deathtrain. I'm going to let Primal deal with you, since he is the one with the personal matters with you, but if you get in my way, I won't hesitate to kick your ass to the side. You won't be able to hide behind Deathtrain or Tara, because by time I get to you, both of them will be dealt with personally. Kanyon, by time this match is over, we will show you that you, my friend, are the MVP OF NOTHING.
Tyrone gets a little scowl on his face as his long blonde hair wraps around his face with the force of the wing. His eyebrows burrow and he gets a serious look on his face as he turns to the cameraman and speaks again.
Which brings me to YOU, Deathtrain. Ever since you made your return to the XHF, you have proceeded to make my life a "living nightmare", no pun intended. From beating me down from my title celebration to showing me a nightmare where you steal my daughter and wife-to-be, you have really become a thorn in my side. Well, no more. I finally get the chance to face you and beat your ass like none before. Now, don't get me wrong, I'm not stupid. You are a legend in the ring, and rightfully so. But the thing is, you messed with me and now you are going to suffer.
I have read the spreadsheets and rumor pages that say that "you have gotten in my head." Nothing can be further from the truth, Deathtrain... you just pissed me off. And me pissed off is NEVER a good thing, and you will see, my friend.
Deathtrain, you may be a legend in the ring, but I promise you.. I FUCKING PROMISE YOU.. that you have NEVER... EVER faced someone in that ring quite like me. At the 6-man tag team match I will beat you, put fear into you. Then at the PPV.... I WILL BREAK YOU.
Tyrone stands up from the beach and nods his head as he starts to walk away from the camera, letting this promo fade to black.