Post by Anthony Bailey on Jun 17, 2012 0:55:46 GMT -4
"Who are we? And for what are we going to fight? Are we the titled slaves of George III? The military conscripts of Napoleon the Great? Or the frozen peasants of the Russian Czar? No. We are the free born sons of America. The citizens of the only republic now existing in the world. And the only people on earth who possess rights, liberties, and property which they dare call their own." – Andrew Jackson
As Bailey rummaged through his stockpile of papers from his days as a student at Flagler College, he was reassured that his state of mind was much more organized than his bundle of papers for tomorrow evening. He logged in quite a few hours at the gym this past week with his mentor Frank “The Tank” Cavalli so he felt physically prepared for what awaited him. He had no reason to fear his opponent Julius Farquhar but a paper he had written in one of his former History classes would serve him as a tool for extra motivation. The motivation to persevere through the trials and perils as he has done many times before.
But on the eve of his biggest title defense to date, Bailey’s affections were seemingly divided as his girlfriend Tasha patiently waited around his townhouse for him to take her out on a date before he had to finish packing for Phoenix. The Promise definitely wanted to deliver on this promise but the recovery of an obsolete assignment appeared to be much more appealing than sharing a candlelit dinner with the love of his life. But deep down inside, the last thing he wanted to do was to leave behind a disappointed girlfriend as he ascended thirty thousand feet in the air en route for The Grand Canyon State.
Being a winner in the ring was valuable but being a winner at home was even more important to him and Anthony wanted to make sure that his priorities were straight. Keeping a close eye on the time, he made sure that the minutes would not waste away as his stomach growled and as his girlfriend, who was dressed to impress, waited in the next room. Anthony’s eyes widened in surprise as he found what he had been searching for.
{{The scene opens to the inside of Anthony Bailey’s luxurious townhouse located in St. Augustine, FL. Anthony is located inside of his office seated at a desk while reading a paper he is holding in his hands. The room is dimly lit so Anthony squints as his eyes proceed over the crinkled pages. He is wearing a light blue and yellow Zoo York T-shirt and light blue jeans. Anthony leans back a little in his chair, exhales, and slowly begins to speak.}}[/color]
Anthony "The Promise" Bailey: I have finally found what I was looking for. This paper right here in my hands is a little paper that I had to write back in college and I felt that the information in it indirectly applies to my match tomorrow in Phoenix at Asylum. The paper is on the subject of the War of 1812. Even though this bout with Julius Farquhar isn’t taking place on a pay per view or receiving high caliber coverage like a Kurt Noble or CJ Gates match would, a few of my fans have made this a big deal and even billed it as "The War of 2012" and I thought that was pretty clever. My fans are not only loyal but they are also creative and that’s a win win in my book.
The War of 1812 was a military conflict between the United States of America and Great Britain and lasted about a total of three years. It first began with America declaring war on them for multiple reasons such as trade interference, the impressment of American merchant sailors into the Royal Navy, reinforcement of Indian tribes in America opposed to American expansion, and widespread outrage over insults to national honor. Some historians have concluded that the war was basically a draw and had no real winner because everything was returned to its original status. The war might not have added a notch to my infant country’s victory belt, but the war certainly was successful for us.
That will not be the case tomorrow Mr. Farquhar. I will not be seen as a champion who was successful while he lasted but when the pressure was on and the heat was elevated; he was unable to get the clear cut victory against you. I love my country, and though I disagree with its rapid moral decline over the past few decades, but I’m disappointed by it not gaining the victory over England some two hundred years ago. I’m by no means a history buff and this might seem irrelevant and disinteresting to some, but being a student of history can help you mold your own future. Looking back on this assignment that I procrastinated on a few years ago has persuaded me to get the definite and unhampered conquest over Julius Farquhar and retain my title…
{{Tasha suddenly appears at the doorway of the office. Her curve hugging pink dress and high heels immediately catches Anthony’s attention as he pauses and lets her speak.}}[/color]
Tasha: Babe, you didn’t forget did you?
{{Anthony gulps.}}[/color]
Anthony "The Promise" Bailey: Baby girl…you look gorgeous.
{{Anthony’s eyes continue to roam her body from afar.}}[/color]
Tasha: Thank you but you said the same thing an hour ago. If we aren’t going to go out, I can just order some pizza and call it a night. It’s not a big deal.
Tasha’s guilt trip on Anthony quickly worked because he clearly remembered telling her an hour ago that they would head out at any moment. Feeling compelled to drop everything and tell the APW camera man to get lost, Anthony tries to stand his ground one final time and finish the verbal assault on Julius Farquhar. Tasha wasn’t just a regular Puerto Rican woman; she was his future wife whom he loved dearly. But on the flip side, the Tap Out Title wasn’t just pieces of gold and leather bound together; it signified his place of importance in the professional wrestling world.[/color]
Anthony "The Promise" Bailey: I promise you that once I’m done, I will take you out to the finest restaurant in town.
Tasha: Do you know how late it is? What “fine” restaurant would be open this late?
Anthony "The Promise" Bailey: Babe…I have friends in high places. Just ask Jason Kash…
{{Anthony smirks as he hopes to ease the tension with some of his humor. The attempt appears to have backfired as Tasha quickly disappears from the doorway and storms off in the opposite direction mumbling under her breath. Anthony redirects his attention towards the camera.}}[/color]
I apologize for that…now where was I? Oh yes…Farquhar, if you are truly the eagle that you claim to be, then why haven’t I seen you soaring? Why haven’t you done anything noteworthy during your nine month span here in APW? Your buddy Phil over there is onto something and maybe you should actually take the time to listen to him. Valid statements pierce through fabrication on any given day and I concur with good ol’ Phil’s affirmations. For months now, I have remained quiet about you because I didn’t want to utter anything ignorant because I am in the dark about you. I would break the Guinness Book of World Records for oration if I talked about T.R.I., Jason Kash, Knuckles, or Calvin Ingram just to name a few because I could go on and on about them for days.
These men have either caught my attention or have at least done something conducive to put a bug in my ear so that I am more attentive towards them, but you? Go through the archives of Anthony Bailey promos and interviews and you will hear no mention of you Farquhar because simply, you are just an average wrestler. Talented but average. You don’t normally stand out from the crowd and the only thing that sets you aside from everyone else is your pompous and annoying English attitude. In my six months of being here you have not sparked an ounce of interest inside of me and in your nine months of being here you have not sparked an ounce of interest in the fans also. They put up with you because they have to and not because they want to. But beginning tomorrow, I will be the mechanism to humble you by defeat and hopefully cause you to magically disappear because we have all had enough of you. The little amount of you that actually remains relevant.
We are fighting for more than my Tap Out Title, we are fighting for national pride. This isn’t black versus white because you didn’t pull the race card with me like Dan Quinn did, but this is freedom versus oppression. During the 18th century the world saw thirteen little insignificant colonies raise up to defeat the most dominant military force on the planet at the time. Right after the turn of the 19th century, the world once again witnessed this newly formed country hold its own against that same dominant world power. Take pride in your English roots and call us Americans pigs all you’d like, but the fact of the matter is that us Americans always come out on top against “your kind.” I have much love and respect for the great people of England, but if you echo the sentiments of Julius Farquhar, then you and I cannot coexist.
Anthony felt confident in his ability to disrupt Farquhar’s nationalistic approach without isolating the English people as a whole. He faced this same dilemma against Dan Quinn on his quest for the very same Tap Out Title that he now holds so the experience with that has helped him navigate his way through this similar situation.[/color]
And please stop walking around with that chip on your shoulder like somebody owes you something. Nobody is indebted to you and they never will be. Not myself, not Reginald Schmidt, not anyone. I, by the grace of God, have been granted countless opportunities to prove myself in this business and fortunately, I have come out on top. The chance to shine that you have been waiting nine long months for has finally arrived. No more stomping your feet around on camera in your promos or backstage about how nobody loves you and how you are always overlooked for the sake of others. You get your chance tomorrow. But I wonder, what will be your excuse when you fall at the hands of The Promise? Will it be Reginald’s booking or my cheating? I honestly cannot wait to hear what lie you will come up with to cover up the fact that you can’t beat me.
Why are you the only person that perceives me the way you do? In your eyes I am a criminal and a disgrace to this entire profession but in the eyes of others, I am a preserver of this profession. A man who is solely dedicated to bringing this sport back to the basics. A man who has made it his business to get down in the trenches and get dirty with the prideful and stubborn people like you Farquhar and to annihilate them. I’m all for rebuilding and not destruction but you are of a breed that must be destroyed. You aren’t good for this sport and for humanity as a whole. It’s people like you who go through life expecting others to do for you what you refuse to do for yourself. I do stand for the betterment of society and society would absolutely be a better place if individuals like you failed to exist. I am Anthony Bailey and I am the only Promise that can't be broken. Until next time…
{{The scene slowly fades to black as Anthony exits the office and attempts to mend things with Tasha.}}[/color]
As Bailey rummaged through his stockpile of papers from his days as a student at Flagler College, he was reassured that his state of mind was much more organized than his bundle of papers for tomorrow evening. He logged in quite a few hours at the gym this past week with his mentor Frank “The Tank” Cavalli so he felt physically prepared for what awaited him. He had no reason to fear his opponent Julius Farquhar but a paper he had written in one of his former History classes would serve him as a tool for extra motivation. The motivation to persevere through the trials and perils as he has done many times before.
But on the eve of his biggest title defense to date, Bailey’s affections were seemingly divided as his girlfriend Tasha patiently waited around his townhouse for him to take her out on a date before he had to finish packing for Phoenix. The Promise definitely wanted to deliver on this promise but the recovery of an obsolete assignment appeared to be much more appealing than sharing a candlelit dinner with the love of his life. But deep down inside, the last thing he wanted to do was to leave behind a disappointed girlfriend as he ascended thirty thousand feet in the air en route for The Grand Canyon State.
Being a winner in the ring was valuable but being a winner at home was even more important to him and Anthony wanted to make sure that his priorities were straight. Keeping a close eye on the time, he made sure that the minutes would not waste away as his stomach growled and as his girlfriend, who was dressed to impress, waited in the next room. Anthony’s eyes widened in surprise as he found what he had been searching for.
{{The scene opens to the inside of Anthony Bailey’s luxurious townhouse located in St. Augustine, FL. Anthony is located inside of his office seated at a desk while reading a paper he is holding in his hands. The room is dimly lit so Anthony squints as his eyes proceed over the crinkled pages. He is wearing a light blue and yellow Zoo York T-shirt and light blue jeans. Anthony leans back a little in his chair, exhales, and slowly begins to speak.}}[/color]
Anthony "The Promise" Bailey: I have finally found what I was looking for. This paper right here in my hands is a little paper that I had to write back in college and I felt that the information in it indirectly applies to my match tomorrow in Phoenix at Asylum. The paper is on the subject of the War of 1812. Even though this bout with Julius Farquhar isn’t taking place on a pay per view or receiving high caliber coverage like a Kurt Noble or CJ Gates match would, a few of my fans have made this a big deal and even billed it as "The War of 2012" and I thought that was pretty clever. My fans are not only loyal but they are also creative and that’s a win win in my book.
The War of 1812 was a military conflict between the United States of America and Great Britain and lasted about a total of three years. It first began with America declaring war on them for multiple reasons such as trade interference, the impressment of American merchant sailors into the Royal Navy, reinforcement of Indian tribes in America opposed to American expansion, and widespread outrage over insults to national honor. Some historians have concluded that the war was basically a draw and had no real winner because everything was returned to its original status. The war might not have added a notch to my infant country’s victory belt, but the war certainly was successful for us.
That will not be the case tomorrow Mr. Farquhar. I will not be seen as a champion who was successful while he lasted but when the pressure was on and the heat was elevated; he was unable to get the clear cut victory against you. I love my country, and though I disagree with its rapid moral decline over the past few decades, but I’m disappointed by it not gaining the victory over England some two hundred years ago. I’m by no means a history buff and this might seem irrelevant and disinteresting to some, but being a student of history can help you mold your own future. Looking back on this assignment that I procrastinated on a few years ago has persuaded me to get the definite and unhampered conquest over Julius Farquhar and retain my title…
{{Tasha suddenly appears at the doorway of the office. Her curve hugging pink dress and high heels immediately catches Anthony’s attention as he pauses and lets her speak.}}[/color]
Tasha: Babe, you didn’t forget did you?
{{Anthony gulps.}}[/color]
Anthony "The Promise" Bailey: Baby girl…you look gorgeous.
{{Anthony’s eyes continue to roam her body from afar.}}[/color]
Tasha: Thank you but you said the same thing an hour ago. If we aren’t going to go out, I can just order some pizza and call it a night. It’s not a big deal.
Tasha’s guilt trip on Anthony quickly worked because he clearly remembered telling her an hour ago that they would head out at any moment. Feeling compelled to drop everything and tell the APW camera man to get lost, Anthony tries to stand his ground one final time and finish the verbal assault on Julius Farquhar. Tasha wasn’t just a regular Puerto Rican woman; she was his future wife whom he loved dearly. But on the flip side, the Tap Out Title wasn’t just pieces of gold and leather bound together; it signified his place of importance in the professional wrestling world.[/color]
Anthony "The Promise" Bailey: I promise you that once I’m done, I will take you out to the finest restaurant in town.
Tasha: Do you know how late it is? What “fine” restaurant would be open this late?
Anthony "The Promise" Bailey: Babe…I have friends in high places. Just ask Jason Kash…
{{Anthony smirks as he hopes to ease the tension with some of his humor. The attempt appears to have backfired as Tasha quickly disappears from the doorway and storms off in the opposite direction mumbling under her breath. Anthony redirects his attention towards the camera.}}[/color]
I apologize for that…now where was I? Oh yes…Farquhar, if you are truly the eagle that you claim to be, then why haven’t I seen you soaring? Why haven’t you done anything noteworthy during your nine month span here in APW? Your buddy Phil over there is onto something and maybe you should actually take the time to listen to him. Valid statements pierce through fabrication on any given day and I concur with good ol’ Phil’s affirmations. For months now, I have remained quiet about you because I didn’t want to utter anything ignorant because I am in the dark about you. I would break the Guinness Book of World Records for oration if I talked about T.R.I., Jason Kash, Knuckles, or Calvin Ingram just to name a few because I could go on and on about them for days.
These men have either caught my attention or have at least done something conducive to put a bug in my ear so that I am more attentive towards them, but you? Go through the archives of Anthony Bailey promos and interviews and you will hear no mention of you Farquhar because simply, you are just an average wrestler. Talented but average. You don’t normally stand out from the crowd and the only thing that sets you aside from everyone else is your pompous and annoying English attitude. In my six months of being here you have not sparked an ounce of interest inside of me and in your nine months of being here you have not sparked an ounce of interest in the fans also. They put up with you because they have to and not because they want to. But beginning tomorrow, I will be the mechanism to humble you by defeat and hopefully cause you to magically disappear because we have all had enough of you. The little amount of you that actually remains relevant.
We are fighting for more than my Tap Out Title, we are fighting for national pride. This isn’t black versus white because you didn’t pull the race card with me like Dan Quinn did, but this is freedom versus oppression. During the 18th century the world saw thirteen little insignificant colonies raise up to defeat the most dominant military force on the planet at the time. Right after the turn of the 19th century, the world once again witnessed this newly formed country hold its own against that same dominant world power. Take pride in your English roots and call us Americans pigs all you’d like, but the fact of the matter is that us Americans always come out on top against “your kind.” I have much love and respect for the great people of England, but if you echo the sentiments of Julius Farquhar, then you and I cannot coexist.
Anthony felt confident in his ability to disrupt Farquhar’s nationalistic approach without isolating the English people as a whole. He faced this same dilemma against Dan Quinn on his quest for the very same Tap Out Title that he now holds so the experience with that has helped him navigate his way through this similar situation.[/color]
And please stop walking around with that chip on your shoulder like somebody owes you something. Nobody is indebted to you and they never will be. Not myself, not Reginald Schmidt, not anyone. I, by the grace of God, have been granted countless opportunities to prove myself in this business and fortunately, I have come out on top. The chance to shine that you have been waiting nine long months for has finally arrived. No more stomping your feet around on camera in your promos or backstage about how nobody loves you and how you are always overlooked for the sake of others. You get your chance tomorrow. But I wonder, what will be your excuse when you fall at the hands of The Promise? Will it be Reginald’s booking or my cheating? I honestly cannot wait to hear what lie you will come up with to cover up the fact that you can’t beat me.
Why are you the only person that perceives me the way you do? In your eyes I am a criminal and a disgrace to this entire profession but in the eyes of others, I am a preserver of this profession. A man who is solely dedicated to bringing this sport back to the basics. A man who has made it his business to get down in the trenches and get dirty with the prideful and stubborn people like you Farquhar and to annihilate them. I’m all for rebuilding and not destruction but you are of a breed that must be destroyed. You aren’t good for this sport and for humanity as a whole. It’s people like you who go through life expecting others to do for you what you refuse to do for yourself. I do stand for the betterment of society and society would absolutely be a better place if individuals like you failed to exist. I am Anthony Bailey and I am the only Promise that can't be broken. Until next time…
{{The scene slowly fades to black as Anthony exits the office and attempts to mend things with Tasha.}}[/color]
