Post by Anthony Bailey on Oct 5, 2012 22:06:11 GMT -4
**This promo was filmed around 2PM Friday afternoon, October 5th.**
"Do all the good you can. By all the means you can. In all the ways you can. In all the places you can. At all the times you can. To all the people you can. As long as ever you can." – John Wesley
Anthony was an avid reader during his undergrad days at Flagler College in St. Augustine, but after earning his degree, his love and appreciation for literature had increased while the activity of regular mental exercise and actually picking up something to read had waned. A demanding touring schedule was easy to point the finger at and when he did have a little time to spare inside of his hotel room before and after Asylum aired, a good conversation with J-Hop or other APW megastars, or perhaps spending time with his girlfriend Tasha if she had decided to travel with him, would occupy his time.
In an attempt to re-adopt his former reading habits, Anthony recently found himself with his face buried in an issue of Men's Health from this past summer and the specific article that caught his interest rated the angriest cities in America. The angriest cities were determined by blood pressure rates, aggravated assaults, traffic congestion, and workplace related deaths from assaults and other violence. Anthony was shocked to see St. Petersburg, Florida at number three on the list. Could the city right over the bridge from his hometown of Tampa really be that enraged? He couldn’t stand by and theoretically wish to resolve the problem. He had to do something.
{{The scene opens to the inside lobby of the St. Petersburg City Hall located in downtown St. Petersburg, FL. Anthony Bailey, who is spotted being patted down by a police officer upon his entry in the building, is wearing a two piece double breasted navy blue suit. It’s Friday afternoon so the building is a bit busier than usual. Anthony, observing the fascinating architecture of the city governmental building, hands the officer his driver’s license.}}[/color]
Police Officer: What brings you here today, sir?
Anthony Bailey: I have a meeting with Mayor Foster.
Bill Foster is the mayor of St. Petersburg, Florida's fourth largest city with a population of approximately 250,000 residents. He was elected to office back in 2009.[/color]
Police Officer: I will have someone go upstairs and inform his secretary that you are here.
Anthony Bailey: Sounds great. Do you want me to just wait right here?
Police Officer: Yeah, you’ll be fine here. We heightened security around here after September 11th but over the years we have become much more efficient so the wait shouldn’t be any longer than five minutes.
Anthony Bailey: Sounds like my kind of wait.
{{Bailey smiles.}}[/color]
Police Officer: But when you go up, the camera must stay down here. We don’t allow any outside videotaping with Mayor Foster.
Anthony Bailey: That’s totally fine with me.
Police Officer: If it’s classified information, then don’t tell me…but what are you meeting with the mayor about?
Anthony Bailey: Some concerns that I have with the city.
Police Officer: Like? You know we’re doing all that we can around here to go out there and create jobs to get this economy back on track again.
{{Bailey chuckles.}}[/color]
Anthony Bailey: Oh no, no. I’m not here about the local job market or the economy.
Police Officer: Really? Whenever people want to meet with the mayor, it usually involves the economy.
Anthony Bailey: Oh I see, but I’m here because an article in Men’s Health caught my eye. It says that St. Pete is number three on the list of America’s angriest cities and growing up nearby, I want to brainstorm with Mayor Foster on some practical solutions to this epidemic. Life is too short to be angry.
{{The police officer’s facial expression has now turned to a mix between shock and concealed laughter.}}[/color]
Police Officer: Why…that’s…different. I never knew people cared so much to meet with the mayor over something like this. But honestly kid, the results in that article were probably skewed. It’s probably not even accurate.
Growing up, Bailey was easily deterred by antagonism and was extremely passive. But competing for APW alongside some of the most brutal and fierce megastars one would ever meet allowed his skin to grow thick enough to stand up to anybody.[/color]
Anthony Bailey: Accurate or not, I just felt led to set up the meeting. Sir, my whole mission in life is not about Anthony Reese Bailey…
{{Bailey, holding his driver’s license, uses his free hand to point to it. It had yet to find its way back inside of his wallet because he had to pull it out and show the officer before being patted down.}}[/color]
It’s about doing all that I can to help others. So many people take away from society but I want to contribute.
Police Officer: If you put it like that kid, we need more like you out there. People like you make a job like mines much more enjoyable.
Anthony Bailey: Thank you, I’m glad that I can do that for you. And thank you for serving our community.
{{Anthony glances at his watch and quietly whispers to himself.}}[/color]
Five minutes? I think I have enough time…
{{Anthony faces the police officer.}}[/color]
Excuse me for a moment sir but I’ll be right over there with the camera man.
{{Anthony points to a vacant window and immediately walks over to it with the camera man right behind him. He pauses and turns around to face the camera once he reaches the window.}}[/color]
How can one seek to do good unto others if no one seeks to do good unto me? Sir Isaac Newton once said that for every action there is an equal and opposite reaction and these last few weeks, I have been on the receiving end of much opposite reaction. I’m not perfect but I regard my fellow man as valuable, as something more than a societal drone that relentlessly pursues the apparition of the American dream. I venerate my fellow man as a human being with a soul and a purpose in life. I truly have his or her best interest in mind…but then what is the outcome for me? The consequence turns out to be frequent sneak attacks by Shane Borderland, uncertainty from Sally Talfourd on whether she wants to be my friend or foe, ceaseless mind games from Michael Callahan, and taunting from Johnny Rebel on social media hiding behind a computer rambling about how many times he has pinned me because he’s too scared to say it in my face.
As I have sought to re-trace the steps of how I ended up here…the guy that everyone loves to hate and mess with and the guy that people just have to target, I remind myself that for every adversary and opposer of my movement, I have ten voiceless supporters. The culture has them on mute while I am here laboring and toiling to be their voice. My ten month professional career has been the avenue that has allowed boys, girls, women, and men from all walks of life and from every corner of the earth to vocalize their suppressed hope. My jet lag, my frustration with apathetic room service in the hotel at midnight, my physically drained body, all of it is for a bigger purpose because it’s for them. It’s for the individuals who faithfully tune into Asylum every two weeks to watch The Promise, their favorite wrestler. And not because I am the best but it’s because I am the most inspiring.
Sally, it’s about time that we settle our qualms once and for all this coming Sunday evening in the Extreme Elimination Chamber Qualifier Match. I opened up the promo the way that I did as a simple reminder of who I truly am and why I’m here. Whether intentional or not, our dissent has served as a derailment of my original purpose and plan. You Sally are not the person or the faction that I am warring against. You were, in a sense, my like minded ally at one time but now we find ourselves on opposite sides and at another fork in the road. A post Shockwave fork that everybody is probably just itching to see us go at it and rip each other’s heads off. I mean you have every right to do so, seeing as how I scored a "cheap" win over you because of the involvement from Shane Borderland.
But that’s just the thing Sally. The variable in all these confusing matters between us was not the accidental chair shot that sparked our beef initially. It was not you costing me my match against Johnny Rebel and it was not my victory against you at Shockwave. The underlying agents this entire time have been the people we teamed up against on the last Asylum. Your Borderlands, your Callahans, your Rebels…they are the true enemy Sally, not me. I am just a young man coming up in this business that’s trying to make a name for myself. But the fact that I am not the enemy shouldn’t affect how you treat me in that ring and it shouldn’t hinder you. Don’t hold a thing back on Asylum because I know I won’t. Just because you aren’t my enemy does not mean that we can’t give the fans a repeat of a fine in-ring demonstration of skills like we did at Shockwave.
I have apologized to you time and time again for what I did but I am still uncertain if you have even accepted it. You might be hesitant to accept it…and not because it’s not genuine but because you don’t want to appear to be weak, which I understand. Sexist men already give you a bad wrap because of your gender so any inkling of deficiency might further enhance their false perception of you and other competitors in this business like yourself. But the rookie doesn’t need to attempt to school the veteran; you already know the deal so I don’t even need to go there. If anything, you have taught me far more than I could ever think to teach you Ms. Talfourd.
That’s why I am confident that after our scores have finally been settled and after I defeat you, this time without the aid of Shane Borderland, we can move on and pick up where we left off. We left off being the poster children for truth and morality here on Asylum and nobody wants the truth that they partake of to be divided. A fraction of truth isn’t truth at all. They want it in its entirety and that’s the way that it should be Sally. That’s the way that it should always be. We shouldn’t be enemies. We shouldn’t have to think twice when one of us makes a statement and we’re over here trying to decipher whether it is a fact or a lie. And when we aren’t traveling or if we don’t happen to cross paths backstage at Asylum, we should be able to communicate like civilized adult human beings through e-mail or telephone.
I’m willing to move past our issues Sally and I think that the only way that could even happen is if I defeat you fair and square. Defeating you would humble you and possibly allow you to see how your vision of me these past couple of weeks has been hazy and you have allowed everybody but me to open their mouths and argue their case. But come Asylum, there won’t be any need for arguing because hearing that referee count one two three while your shoulders are pinned to the mat will be the only litigation that I need. I am not your rival but I am Anthony Bailey…APW’s only Promise…the only Promise that can't be broken. I’ll see you Sunday Ms. Talfourd…
{{The police officer from earlier uses Anthony’s rest from his monologue as his chance to re-emerge into the camera shot.}}[/color]
Police Officer: Mr. Bailey, if you are ready the mayor will see you now.
Anthony Bailey: Yes I am ready. This is the moment I have been waiting for.
Police Officer: Very well then, follow me right this way.
{{The scene fades to black as Anthony follows the police officer upstairs to the mayor’s office.}}[/color]
"Do all the good you can. By all the means you can. In all the ways you can. In all the places you can. At all the times you can. To all the people you can. As long as ever you can." – John Wesley
Anthony was an avid reader during his undergrad days at Flagler College in St. Augustine, but after earning his degree, his love and appreciation for literature had increased while the activity of regular mental exercise and actually picking up something to read had waned. A demanding touring schedule was easy to point the finger at and when he did have a little time to spare inside of his hotel room before and after Asylum aired, a good conversation with J-Hop or other APW megastars, or perhaps spending time with his girlfriend Tasha if she had decided to travel with him, would occupy his time.
In an attempt to re-adopt his former reading habits, Anthony recently found himself with his face buried in an issue of Men's Health from this past summer and the specific article that caught his interest rated the angriest cities in America. The angriest cities were determined by blood pressure rates, aggravated assaults, traffic congestion, and workplace related deaths from assaults and other violence. Anthony was shocked to see St. Petersburg, Florida at number three on the list. Could the city right over the bridge from his hometown of Tampa really be that enraged? He couldn’t stand by and theoretically wish to resolve the problem. He had to do something.
{{The scene opens to the inside lobby of the St. Petersburg City Hall located in downtown St. Petersburg, FL. Anthony Bailey, who is spotted being patted down by a police officer upon his entry in the building, is wearing a two piece double breasted navy blue suit. It’s Friday afternoon so the building is a bit busier than usual. Anthony, observing the fascinating architecture of the city governmental building, hands the officer his driver’s license.}}[/color]
Police Officer: What brings you here today, sir?
Anthony Bailey: I have a meeting with Mayor Foster.
Bill Foster is the mayor of St. Petersburg, Florida's fourth largest city with a population of approximately 250,000 residents. He was elected to office back in 2009.[/color]
Police Officer: I will have someone go upstairs and inform his secretary that you are here.
Anthony Bailey: Sounds great. Do you want me to just wait right here?
Police Officer: Yeah, you’ll be fine here. We heightened security around here after September 11th but over the years we have become much more efficient so the wait shouldn’t be any longer than five minutes.
Anthony Bailey: Sounds like my kind of wait.
{{Bailey smiles.}}[/color]
Police Officer: But when you go up, the camera must stay down here. We don’t allow any outside videotaping with Mayor Foster.
Anthony Bailey: That’s totally fine with me.
Police Officer: If it’s classified information, then don’t tell me…but what are you meeting with the mayor about?
Anthony Bailey: Some concerns that I have with the city.
Police Officer: Like? You know we’re doing all that we can around here to go out there and create jobs to get this economy back on track again.
{{Bailey chuckles.}}[/color]
Anthony Bailey: Oh no, no. I’m not here about the local job market or the economy.
Police Officer: Really? Whenever people want to meet with the mayor, it usually involves the economy.
Anthony Bailey: Oh I see, but I’m here because an article in Men’s Health caught my eye. It says that St. Pete is number three on the list of America’s angriest cities and growing up nearby, I want to brainstorm with Mayor Foster on some practical solutions to this epidemic. Life is too short to be angry.
{{The police officer’s facial expression has now turned to a mix between shock and concealed laughter.}}[/color]
Police Officer: Why…that’s…different. I never knew people cared so much to meet with the mayor over something like this. But honestly kid, the results in that article were probably skewed. It’s probably not even accurate.
Growing up, Bailey was easily deterred by antagonism and was extremely passive. But competing for APW alongside some of the most brutal and fierce megastars one would ever meet allowed his skin to grow thick enough to stand up to anybody.[/color]
Anthony Bailey: Accurate or not, I just felt led to set up the meeting. Sir, my whole mission in life is not about Anthony Reese Bailey…
{{Bailey, holding his driver’s license, uses his free hand to point to it. It had yet to find its way back inside of his wallet because he had to pull it out and show the officer before being patted down.}}[/color]
It’s about doing all that I can to help others. So many people take away from society but I want to contribute.
Police Officer: If you put it like that kid, we need more like you out there. People like you make a job like mines much more enjoyable.
Anthony Bailey: Thank you, I’m glad that I can do that for you. And thank you for serving our community.
{{Anthony glances at his watch and quietly whispers to himself.}}[/color]
Five minutes? I think I have enough time…
{{Anthony faces the police officer.}}[/color]
Excuse me for a moment sir but I’ll be right over there with the camera man.
{{Anthony points to a vacant window and immediately walks over to it with the camera man right behind him. He pauses and turns around to face the camera once he reaches the window.}}[/color]
How can one seek to do good unto others if no one seeks to do good unto me? Sir Isaac Newton once said that for every action there is an equal and opposite reaction and these last few weeks, I have been on the receiving end of much opposite reaction. I’m not perfect but I regard my fellow man as valuable, as something more than a societal drone that relentlessly pursues the apparition of the American dream. I venerate my fellow man as a human being with a soul and a purpose in life. I truly have his or her best interest in mind…but then what is the outcome for me? The consequence turns out to be frequent sneak attacks by Shane Borderland, uncertainty from Sally Talfourd on whether she wants to be my friend or foe, ceaseless mind games from Michael Callahan, and taunting from Johnny Rebel on social media hiding behind a computer rambling about how many times he has pinned me because he’s too scared to say it in my face.
As I have sought to re-trace the steps of how I ended up here…the guy that everyone loves to hate and mess with and the guy that people just have to target, I remind myself that for every adversary and opposer of my movement, I have ten voiceless supporters. The culture has them on mute while I am here laboring and toiling to be their voice. My ten month professional career has been the avenue that has allowed boys, girls, women, and men from all walks of life and from every corner of the earth to vocalize their suppressed hope. My jet lag, my frustration with apathetic room service in the hotel at midnight, my physically drained body, all of it is for a bigger purpose because it’s for them. It’s for the individuals who faithfully tune into Asylum every two weeks to watch The Promise, their favorite wrestler. And not because I am the best but it’s because I am the most inspiring.
Sally, it’s about time that we settle our qualms once and for all this coming Sunday evening in the Extreme Elimination Chamber Qualifier Match. I opened up the promo the way that I did as a simple reminder of who I truly am and why I’m here. Whether intentional or not, our dissent has served as a derailment of my original purpose and plan. You Sally are not the person or the faction that I am warring against. You were, in a sense, my like minded ally at one time but now we find ourselves on opposite sides and at another fork in the road. A post Shockwave fork that everybody is probably just itching to see us go at it and rip each other’s heads off. I mean you have every right to do so, seeing as how I scored a "cheap" win over you because of the involvement from Shane Borderland.
But that’s just the thing Sally. The variable in all these confusing matters between us was not the accidental chair shot that sparked our beef initially. It was not you costing me my match against Johnny Rebel and it was not my victory against you at Shockwave. The underlying agents this entire time have been the people we teamed up against on the last Asylum. Your Borderlands, your Callahans, your Rebels…they are the true enemy Sally, not me. I am just a young man coming up in this business that’s trying to make a name for myself. But the fact that I am not the enemy shouldn’t affect how you treat me in that ring and it shouldn’t hinder you. Don’t hold a thing back on Asylum because I know I won’t. Just because you aren’t my enemy does not mean that we can’t give the fans a repeat of a fine in-ring demonstration of skills like we did at Shockwave.
I have apologized to you time and time again for what I did but I am still uncertain if you have even accepted it. You might be hesitant to accept it…and not because it’s not genuine but because you don’t want to appear to be weak, which I understand. Sexist men already give you a bad wrap because of your gender so any inkling of deficiency might further enhance their false perception of you and other competitors in this business like yourself. But the rookie doesn’t need to attempt to school the veteran; you already know the deal so I don’t even need to go there. If anything, you have taught me far more than I could ever think to teach you Ms. Talfourd.
That’s why I am confident that after our scores have finally been settled and after I defeat you, this time without the aid of Shane Borderland, we can move on and pick up where we left off. We left off being the poster children for truth and morality here on Asylum and nobody wants the truth that they partake of to be divided. A fraction of truth isn’t truth at all. They want it in its entirety and that’s the way that it should be Sally. That’s the way that it should always be. We shouldn’t be enemies. We shouldn’t have to think twice when one of us makes a statement and we’re over here trying to decipher whether it is a fact or a lie. And when we aren’t traveling or if we don’t happen to cross paths backstage at Asylum, we should be able to communicate like civilized adult human beings through e-mail or telephone.
I’m willing to move past our issues Sally and I think that the only way that could even happen is if I defeat you fair and square. Defeating you would humble you and possibly allow you to see how your vision of me these past couple of weeks has been hazy and you have allowed everybody but me to open their mouths and argue their case. But come Asylum, there won’t be any need for arguing because hearing that referee count one two three while your shoulders are pinned to the mat will be the only litigation that I need. I am not your rival but I am Anthony Bailey…APW’s only Promise…the only Promise that can't be broken. I’ll see you Sunday Ms. Talfourd…
{{The police officer from earlier uses Anthony’s rest from his monologue as his chance to re-emerge into the camera shot.}}[/color]
Police Officer: Mr. Bailey, if you are ready the mayor will see you now.
Anthony Bailey: Yes I am ready. This is the moment I have been waiting for.
Police Officer: Very well then, follow me right this way.
{{The scene fades to black as Anthony follows the police officer upstairs to the mayor’s office.}}[/color]
