Post by Anthony Bailey on Sept 7, 2012 0:06:54 GMT -4
"Solitude is a chosen separation for refining your soul. Isolation is what you crave when you neglect the first." – Wayne Cordeiro
Anthony had been virtually absent from the public eye ever since Shockwave. His tweets were minimal and even interaction with those who were closest to him were also far and few in between. A mixture of disgrace, shame, and unworthiness gripped him tightly as the outcome of his match against Sally Talfourd constantly played over and over again in his head. Was he the fluke that everyone said he was? Could Asylum’s "golden boy" ever embrace a harsh reality such as this? He felt that his friendship with Sally was beyond repair at this point and he needed to be knowledgeable about how he would distance himself away from the interference of Shane Borderland and clear up the fact that he had absolutely nothing to do with it.
While Bailey struggled with the personal obligation that he felt he had to please his fellow man, he knew that he couldn’t change people’s perceptions of him. The rookie in him wanted to garner only cheers from the fans, but his victories at the last two pay per view events caused some to boo his actions. This chosen separation from the public eye was good for Bailey’s well being and it reminded him that his mission was much more than being on the receiving end of cheers and boos. It was about staying true to yourself and to your calling, even when others have failed to understand the very call that characterizes your entity.
{{The scene opens to the inside of Anthony Bailey’s luxurious townhouse located in St. Augustine, FL. Early Friday morning is on the horizon of the clear skies in the Sunshine State. Anthony and Tasha are seated on the black leather couch in the family room flipping between channels showing recaps of the Video Music Awards and the Democratic National Convention. Anthony is wearing a white wifebeater and plain black basketball shorts. Tasha is wearing a mint green colored tanktop and black shorts. Anthony redirects his attention off of the television screen and glares directly into the camera. Tasha lowers the volume on the TV, signaling that Anthony was about to speak and for all those who were tuned in to pay attention.}}[/color]
Anthony Bailey: I think that I have spent far too long defending myself and nearly letting myself succumb to the nonsense around me. Scrutiny is bound to come when you are on “top” so to speak, but I feel that some of the comments and slick remarks that I have been on the receiving end of have been a bit more harsh than normal. I feel like I am some sort of politician who came into office making a whole bunch of substantial promises that I have failed to deliver on and now the American people want answers.
Bailey’s strategic verbal jab towards President Obama was evident and relevant in light of the Democratic National Convention, which took place this past week in Charlotte, NC and concluded earlier tonight.[/color]
But I am not that guy and I have done nothing to prove otherwise. People have actually been accusing me of hiring Shane Borderland to attack Sally Talfourd because I knew deep down in my heart that I couldn’t beat her. I just didn’t have it in me because she was just too much. We don’t merely need economic reform in this country, we need better discernment. For your information, the internal struggle occurring with me during the end of my match at Shockwave was legitimate. I have no intentions of pursuing a part time career in Hollywood so I was not doing some sort of arranged audition by acting like I didn’t want to pin her. I truly did not want to win the way that I did at Shockwave but I had to do what I had to do and I believe that she understands that.
Bailey has not had any communication with Sally ever since Shockwave so believing how she truly feels is all speculation until Sally speaks on the situation herself.[/color]
I would never want to intentionally deceive or mislead anybody, whether friend or foe. But I’m sick of all the chatter going on behind my back. There’s only so much that one guy can take. But as of right now, I am done playing the victim and I’m done feeding into what everyone wants me to. From here on out it’s tunnel vision for The Promise because honestly, I could care less what other megastars are up to. Outside of my tight knit circle of peers and affairs that deserve my attention, I’m focused solely on becoming better than I already am. I’d be lying to you if I said that I didn’t believe that I was a good competitor but I’m trying to become great…far greater than Shane Borderland could ever hope to become.
People have been calling you my savior Shane because of what you did for me at Shockwave during my match against Sally Talfourd, but you are no messiah. Not even close. I doubt that your mother was a virgin that resided in the region of ancient Palestine and I doubt that you ever walked on water. Who you are is a guy not doing a good deed for Anthony Bailey, but you are a guy that has relentlessly been looking for opportunities to leave the shadow of his former partner Jason Kash behind and capitalize on any contingency that he is afforded.
I don’t blame you though Shane because I am a firm believer of grabbing ahold of your destiny and allowing that ordained path to escort you to greatness. But unfortunately Shane, this isn’t your case at all. I’d be getting ahead of myself if I were to make the claim of you possibly being on that path to bigger and better things because just a few weeks ago you were the primary towel boy over on Meltdown and now you are trying to come to Honolulu and take my title away from me? Keep on dreaming pal. It’s going to take much more than a cheap sneak attack on a woman who possesses more greatness in one finger than you do in your entire body to get noticed around here.
Your meal ticket won’t be a match against me, although the Internet searches on your name might increase because people are actually starting to become aware of who you are ever since you’ve crossed my path. But our paths did not simply cross by pure chance, there is a reason why you are the number one contender and my first opponent after my hellacious match against Sally at Shockwave. And the more I hypothesize, the more I come to realize that Reginald is essentially demonstrating grace towards you and just trying to give you a chance. A chance for the new guy to shine makes an epic tale and keeps the ratings pouring in. If you start seeing yourself as more than a business move Shane, then you are seeing yourself in the wrong light.
Cameron Wolves was supposed to be that guy but that backfired and now, Asylum is on the hunt for a new guy to try and give The Promise a run for his money. I’m not the best of the best and I’m not some sort of deity embodied in a six foot two frame but I do know what I am capable of. What has always set me apart from all of the other megastars around here is that my drive to work hard is almost unhealthy. I literally eat, sleep, and breathe this sport. Kash is always clowning on me and calling me a hermit because I am not always seen out and about painting the town or posing for the paparazzi. I know balance and I get my fair share of leisure, something I am grateful for, but why do I choose to spend the majority of my free time here at home?
I’m watching matches of all the greats who came and graced the squared circle long before I did and I’m trying to build on what they did. Jordan looked to Magic Johnson, Wilt Chamberlain, Bill Russell, Kareem Abdul-Jabar, “Pistol” Pete Maravich, and countless others. And I, I’m looking to the Talfourds, the Kash’s, the Gates’, the Level One’s, the Callahan’s, the Marvins, the Noble’s. Not to imitate these men and women, but to take what they have contributed to this business that I love so dearly and to take it to the next level. I’m big on this whole futuristic idea as my promos tend to display heavy usage of it, but that future is now the present and it has already begun. And as much as I want to scrutinize and pick you apart before even stepping foot in that ring with you; I don’t see that same kind of hunger in your eyes Shane. What I see is a man who was handed a World Title shot on a silver platter and hasn’t paid one red cent of dues.
People accused me of being that guy, the guy who was handed everything he possesses by good ol’ Reginald, but they must be manifesting early signs of dementia. They seem to have forgotten about the Tap Out Title tournament that I came out on top in. They seem to have forgotten the “big” names that I supposedly defeated with “upset” victories. But even before that, I was paying dues down in the crusty and moldy old gymnasium facilities of Frank Cavalli’s amateur federation FAWA. People think that I’m the pop star who went from lip synching in front of their bathroom mirror straight to headlining the Grammy Awards at the blink of an eye because one of their relatives worked in the music business but I’m not that guy. I have earned my place here in APW and on Asylum and I will not tolerate some moronic imbecile like Shane Borderland trying to rob me of that. You cannot take a spot that you haven’t earned and grievously, you will learn that in The Big Pineapple come this Sunday night.
Now I’m not one to defend Kash, I would much rather defend Obama’s policies for crying out loud, but to say that you are the “better” half of the two of you proves to me that you are delusional. You had no clue what you were getting yourself into at Shockwave and you, a man who I didn’t even know existed until I saw your face that night, are on the brink of writing a check that you won’t be able to cash. Your big dreams of achieving what you have hoped for night and day are inspiring and somewhat reminds me of myself, but those dreams will be crushed on Sunday. You are the reason why some fans have begun to view me in a negative light and that doesn’t sit well with me. Everything that I do is for them and when they aren’t all on my side because one man wanted to steal the spotlight and cause an uproar at my expense, then I have a problem with that man.
I don’t know what role you’ll play in the broad spectrum of things and I don’t know what variable you are in this great equation we call Asylum, but I do know one thing…I will make you regret the day that the ink on your Asylum contract dried. I will make you regret ever getting involved in something that never even concerned you. And if we can take it back far enough, I will make you regret the day that you exited the womb and began to exist on God’s green earth. And Borderland, remember that I’m not just the man you “helped” win at Shockwave; I am Anthony Bailey…APW’s only Promise…the only Promise that can't be broken. I’ll be seeing you and disposing of you on Sunday. Until next time…
{{The scene slowly fades to black as Tasha raises the volume on the TV and the two continue to watch some late night programming.}}[/color]
Anthony had been virtually absent from the public eye ever since Shockwave. His tweets were minimal and even interaction with those who were closest to him were also far and few in between. A mixture of disgrace, shame, and unworthiness gripped him tightly as the outcome of his match against Sally Talfourd constantly played over and over again in his head. Was he the fluke that everyone said he was? Could Asylum’s "golden boy" ever embrace a harsh reality such as this? He felt that his friendship with Sally was beyond repair at this point and he needed to be knowledgeable about how he would distance himself away from the interference of Shane Borderland and clear up the fact that he had absolutely nothing to do with it.
While Bailey struggled with the personal obligation that he felt he had to please his fellow man, he knew that he couldn’t change people’s perceptions of him. The rookie in him wanted to garner only cheers from the fans, but his victories at the last two pay per view events caused some to boo his actions. This chosen separation from the public eye was good for Bailey’s well being and it reminded him that his mission was much more than being on the receiving end of cheers and boos. It was about staying true to yourself and to your calling, even when others have failed to understand the very call that characterizes your entity.
{{The scene opens to the inside of Anthony Bailey’s luxurious townhouse located in St. Augustine, FL. Early Friday morning is on the horizon of the clear skies in the Sunshine State. Anthony and Tasha are seated on the black leather couch in the family room flipping between channels showing recaps of the Video Music Awards and the Democratic National Convention. Anthony is wearing a white wifebeater and plain black basketball shorts. Tasha is wearing a mint green colored tanktop and black shorts. Anthony redirects his attention off of the television screen and glares directly into the camera. Tasha lowers the volume on the TV, signaling that Anthony was about to speak and for all those who were tuned in to pay attention.}}[/color]
Anthony Bailey: I think that I have spent far too long defending myself and nearly letting myself succumb to the nonsense around me. Scrutiny is bound to come when you are on “top” so to speak, but I feel that some of the comments and slick remarks that I have been on the receiving end of have been a bit more harsh than normal. I feel like I am some sort of politician who came into office making a whole bunch of substantial promises that I have failed to deliver on and now the American people want answers.
Bailey’s strategic verbal jab towards President Obama was evident and relevant in light of the Democratic National Convention, which took place this past week in Charlotte, NC and concluded earlier tonight.[/color]
But I am not that guy and I have done nothing to prove otherwise. People have actually been accusing me of hiring Shane Borderland to attack Sally Talfourd because I knew deep down in my heart that I couldn’t beat her. I just didn’t have it in me because she was just too much. We don’t merely need economic reform in this country, we need better discernment. For your information, the internal struggle occurring with me during the end of my match at Shockwave was legitimate. I have no intentions of pursuing a part time career in Hollywood so I was not doing some sort of arranged audition by acting like I didn’t want to pin her. I truly did not want to win the way that I did at Shockwave but I had to do what I had to do and I believe that she understands that.
Bailey has not had any communication with Sally ever since Shockwave so believing how she truly feels is all speculation until Sally speaks on the situation herself.[/color]
I would never want to intentionally deceive or mislead anybody, whether friend or foe. But I’m sick of all the chatter going on behind my back. There’s only so much that one guy can take. But as of right now, I am done playing the victim and I’m done feeding into what everyone wants me to. From here on out it’s tunnel vision for The Promise because honestly, I could care less what other megastars are up to. Outside of my tight knit circle of peers and affairs that deserve my attention, I’m focused solely on becoming better than I already am. I’d be lying to you if I said that I didn’t believe that I was a good competitor but I’m trying to become great…far greater than Shane Borderland could ever hope to become.
People have been calling you my savior Shane because of what you did for me at Shockwave during my match against Sally Talfourd, but you are no messiah. Not even close. I doubt that your mother was a virgin that resided in the region of ancient Palestine and I doubt that you ever walked on water. Who you are is a guy not doing a good deed for Anthony Bailey, but you are a guy that has relentlessly been looking for opportunities to leave the shadow of his former partner Jason Kash behind and capitalize on any contingency that he is afforded.
I don’t blame you though Shane because I am a firm believer of grabbing ahold of your destiny and allowing that ordained path to escort you to greatness. But unfortunately Shane, this isn’t your case at all. I’d be getting ahead of myself if I were to make the claim of you possibly being on that path to bigger and better things because just a few weeks ago you were the primary towel boy over on Meltdown and now you are trying to come to Honolulu and take my title away from me? Keep on dreaming pal. It’s going to take much more than a cheap sneak attack on a woman who possesses more greatness in one finger than you do in your entire body to get noticed around here.
Your meal ticket won’t be a match against me, although the Internet searches on your name might increase because people are actually starting to become aware of who you are ever since you’ve crossed my path. But our paths did not simply cross by pure chance, there is a reason why you are the number one contender and my first opponent after my hellacious match against Sally at Shockwave. And the more I hypothesize, the more I come to realize that Reginald is essentially demonstrating grace towards you and just trying to give you a chance. A chance for the new guy to shine makes an epic tale and keeps the ratings pouring in. If you start seeing yourself as more than a business move Shane, then you are seeing yourself in the wrong light.
Cameron Wolves was supposed to be that guy but that backfired and now, Asylum is on the hunt for a new guy to try and give The Promise a run for his money. I’m not the best of the best and I’m not some sort of deity embodied in a six foot two frame but I do know what I am capable of. What has always set me apart from all of the other megastars around here is that my drive to work hard is almost unhealthy. I literally eat, sleep, and breathe this sport. Kash is always clowning on me and calling me a hermit because I am not always seen out and about painting the town or posing for the paparazzi. I know balance and I get my fair share of leisure, something I am grateful for, but why do I choose to spend the majority of my free time here at home?
I’m watching matches of all the greats who came and graced the squared circle long before I did and I’m trying to build on what they did. Jordan looked to Magic Johnson, Wilt Chamberlain, Bill Russell, Kareem Abdul-Jabar, “Pistol” Pete Maravich, and countless others. And I, I’m looking to the Talfourds, the Kash’s, the Gates’, the Level One’s, the Callahan’s, the Marvins, the Noble’s. Not to imitate these men and women, but to take what they have contributed to this business that I love so dearly and to take it to the next level. I’m big on this whole futuristic idea as my promos tend to display heavy usage of it, but that future is now the present and it has already begun. And as much as I want to scrutinize and pick you apart before even stepping foot in that ring with you; I don’t see that same kind of hunger in your eyes Shane. What I see is a man who was handed a World Title shot on a silver platter and hasn’t paid one red cent of dues.
People accused me of being that guy, the guy who was handed everything he possesses by good ol’ Reginald, but they must be manifesting early signs of dementia. They seem to have forgotten about the Tap Out Title tournament that I came out on top in. They seem to have forgotten the “big” names that I supposedly defeated with “upset” victories. But even before that, I was paying dues down in the crusty and moldy old gymnasium facilities of Frank Cavalli’s amateur federation FAWA. People think that I’m the pop star who went from lip synching in front of their bathroom mirror straight to headlining the Grammy Awards at the blink of an eye because one of their relatives worked in the music business but I’m not that guy. I have earned my place here in APW and on Asylum and I will not tolerate some moronic imbecile like Shane Borderland trying to rob me of that. You cannot take a spot that you haven’t earned and grievously, you will learn that in The Big Pineapple come this Sunday night.
Now I’m not one to defend Kash, I would much rather defend Obama’s policies for crying out loud, but to say that you are the “better” half of the two of you proves to me that you are delusional. You had no clue what you were getting yourself into at Shockwave and you, a man who I didn’t even know existed until I saw your face that night, are on the brink of writing a check that you won’t be able to cash. Your big dreams of achieving what you have hoped for night and day are inspiring and somewhat reminds me of myself, but those dreams will be crushed on Sunday. You are the reason why some fans have begun to view me in a negative light and that doesn’t sit well with me. Everything that I do is for them and when they aren’t all on my side because one man wanted to steal the spotlight and cause an uproar at my expense, then I have a problem with that man.
I don’t know what role you’ll play in the broad spectrum of things and I don’t know what variable you are in this great equation we call Asylum, but I do know one thing…I will make you regret the day that the ink on your Asylum contract dried. I will make you regret ever getting involved in something that never even concerned you. And if we can take it back far enough, I will make you regret the day that you exited the womb and began to exist on God’s green earth. And Borderland, remember that I’m not just the man you “helped” win at Shockwave; I am Anthony Bailey…APW’s only Promise…the only Promise that can't be broken. I’ll be seeing you and disposing of you on Sunday. Until next time…
{{The scene slowly fades to black as Tasha raises the volume on the TV and the two continue to watch some late night programming.}}[/color]
