Post by Buckson Gooch on Dec 1, 2012 14:18:01 GMT -4
"You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means."
— Inigo Montoya, The Princess Bride
Humility? Are you serious Anthony Bailey? Humility? You have no idea, sir. How about you pop your shoulder out of socket to give you and your mother a pat on the back. Your Thanksgiving festivities were pretentiousness personified. I loved the part where you said you ,”that this camera right in front of me were not rolling back there in that office.” If you didn’t want the cameras to roll, they didn’t have to roll. That’s the beautiful thing about APW, we can turn in our promos at any time. If you don’t want to come across like a pretentious tool, you could’ve done things differently.
Bailey, you are a man of esteem around here. A former world champion. You are a talent in the ring, and a magician with your words... but you act like things are out of your control? You flaunt your affluence and then don’t want people to think you do? “Mwehehehe, I’d say 5,000... I could text them all... but... I don’t wanna.” “I’m in a pursuit of lifelong meekness... but let me remind you where I come from.” If you have to tell everyone that you are humble, then odds are you ARE the scumbag that realists views you as.
You’re constantly taping your promos with kids calling you the “bestest” or with adults lauding your philanthropic outreaches. Are you serious?
Are you going to be running against Callahan any time soon? Anthony Bailey... you are a politician.
Why not embrace who you really are? Let this be the week that the real Anthony Bailey stands up. Let me guess, I’m a dumb redneck who is new? Wow, haven’t heard THAT ONE yet...
I’ve already had people question my intelligence. That’s fine. Just because I took care of my family and didn’t get diplomas on my wall doesn’t mean I’m stupid. Perhaps it was Einstein who said it best, “Everybody is a genius. But if you judge a fish by its ability to climb a tree, it will live its whole life believing that it is stupid.”
I’m not a stupid man. With my limited resources, I give back to the community, but you won’t see me showing that on camera. You are a show off. You go to foreign countries and tell reporters that paparazzi and bloggers won’t leave you alone. You reeeeeeally embody humility and meekness. Just own up to your facade. Sure you have the kiddies eating out of the palm of your hand with your schtick. But there won’t be any kiddies in this match.
In the words of Mac Bane, “Anthony Bailey is a fraud.”
I hope your book isn't completed yet, because after you deal with the Sons of the South, you’ll have a new chapter to add. Mac Bane and I have been sharing our own brand of Southern Hospitality, and you’re going to get a double serving of that humility you seek. You preach a gospel that would make people think you are a good guy, yet you don’t practice what you preach. The dinners you throw, the gifts you bestow, all are meant to please one person... you.
You’re about to meet two real men this week. I’m going to let you see how a working man uses his hands. The palm of a real man’s hands are for working... the back is for teaching.
You are about to get taught... a lot.
So is your buddy J-Hop.
Jair Hopkins.
J-Hop... I like you, man. There’s something more genuine about you. You are gritty. You are real. We come from different worlds, but we are very similar. We take our relationships seriously, we take our work seriously, we take winning seriously. It’s good to see that when someone doesn't reach their goal they don’t have a lame excuse, like Anthony Bailey does.
You want to fight? You want to get crazy? You want to reach that golden ceiling? So do I. To get there, you have to get through me... and I have to get through you. You want a war?
I’m your huckleberry.
You yourself said it best last week, “You have to be careful with assuming one’s this or that because it can cost you” That’s why I've scouted. I've watched all the material on your and Bailey I can get. I've watched your promos. I've watched your matches. I have not only watched... but I've studied. I have time for this stuff now, I stay here at the hospital with Mama frequently. I just watch on an iPad thing that Bane gave me.
The roles should be reversed, J-Hop. It should've been you that has reached the great heights, not Anthony Bailey. That’s called being at the right place at the right time. As one old farmer said to another, “Plant your corn early next year.” Hindsight is 20/20. You can see this as well as I can. You call yourself the Dying Breed... but Anthony Bailey is letting the pretentious, condescending attitude fester... this week, he will be the odd man out. He’ll be the “fungus among us.”
The Bronx is a crazy place and your entry into pro wrestling was even crazier. The fans do love you. And they love you for the same reason they are starting to love the Sons of the South.
Sincerity.
We’re legit. What you see is what you get. What you don’t see... well that’s better yet. Behind closed doors, where the cameras don’t go, we live what we say we live. We don’t have to push for photo ops so folks with think we are loved. We take care of our business... we take care of family...
The fans cheer you because you are real.
In your first promo here in APW (Thanks for all the research Mac) you said you were hungry Jair. I can see it in your eyes. You are hungry to reach your goals. While Anthony Bailey is hungry for the spotlight, hungry for false adoration, you are hungry to win and to do things the right way.
The honorable way.
I dig that.
That doesn't mean that I’m going to go easy on you. My words aren't meant as flattery, because I know you are going to go at me as hard as you possibly can. I wouldn't expect any less.
Bane and I are family. Blood is thicker than water. Bailey is planning on riding your coat tails to the top. You can deny it publicly, but in your heart you know you are carrying the Dying Breed on your shoulders.
There is a good chance that the winner of this match is going to win the entire tournament. What happens when you guys lose? You think Anthony Bailey is going to stick by your side? Do you think that Anthony Bailey is going to pat you on the back and say, “You gave it your best?” or do you think he’ll say, “I dropped the ball?” Absolutely not. That’s not the mold that Bailey was cut out of. He looks down on guys like us. No matter how hard we’ve worked to achieve our goals, Anthony Bailey was handed them. He can say how hard he worked, but it’s easy to work hard when you have the best of the best at your disposal.
I’m sure you ran the dangerous streets in the Bronx. Your training facilities weren't beautiful. They were gritty. Juan is more concerned with quality than shiny equipment. How many shiny gyms do you think were in Possomgrape? Training for football during the summers was as much of an exercise in creativity as it was training my muscles. Pulling cars. Chopping trees. Working for the family.
It wasn't beautiful, but it worked.
There’s nothing beautiful about me. I’m an ugly man. I work an ugly job. I fight an ugly fight. I’m not a bubbly man. I’m not a charismatic man. I’m real. I’m honest.
If you give me a job, I don’t care if it’s wrestling or ditch digging, I’ll give you 100%. Someone insults or mocks that, then we have a problem.
This week, we have a problem.
The Dying Breed? Bringing back meekness? Humility? You’re going to get a dose of it this week. Southern Fried.
The hours after Overdrive were tough. The Sons of the South tasted defeat for the first time in APW. There is no shame or excuses in losing to guys like Envi and Delikado. Those guys are respectable megastars who carry the APW banner high. The difference in this match is that Buck needed the money. The hospital is already trying to get money for Annabelle being in the hospital. They know that insurance companies don’t work fast, but they still want to get their money. The poor crop and the economy are making things hard for keeping the farm.
Buckson Gooch knows he was the weak link this week. He wasn't distracted because of rage. Sons of the South gave them a good shot, but the dominoes didn't fall the right way...lessons learned. Mistakes won’t be made again.
Gooch has stayed in the same folding chair, sitting backwards for the better part of an hour after the match. His large arms wrestling on the back supporter. His thick hands holding his cheeks and his thick fingers sweeping through is dirty, matted hair. Gooch realized he didn't bring the best this week. He let down Bane. That tears him up.
Johnny Rebel: Hey, bud. Keep your chin up. You okay?
Gooch sweeps his hands back pulling his hair out of his face. Rebel had made his way into the dressing room without Gooch realizing it. Gooch gets to his feet to shake Rebel’s hand. Others are preparing to leave for the next show. Gooch doesn't even need to grab his bag because he wrestles in his regular clothes. The same overalls he farms in, lives in, goes to town in, he wrestles in. He smells like a mixture of dirt, sweat, and hamburger meat. Rebel catches a whiff, but doesn't twitch. He’s glad to have a competitor like Gooch on Overdrive. There are some rough edges to sand off, but he’s willing to do that. Getting the Sons of the South was a coup for Overdrive.
Johnny Rebel: Hey, expect a little extra in your check this week.
Buckson Gooch: No thanks, man. I didn’t earn it. I don’t want a hand out.
Johnny rolls his eyes and pats Gooch on the back.
Johnny Rebel: It’s for having the match of the night. All four of you are getting an extra payoff.
Gooch lets half a grin escape. His eyes soften some around the edges.
Johnny Rebel: Hey man, I’m sorry about your real life situation, but we’re looking forward to having you and Bane represent us on Meltdown. You think you can handle it against the Dying Breed?
Without hesitation Gooch responds.
Buckson Gooch: Of course we can. I know this means a lot to Mac, and it sure means a lot to me. You folks have been great to me, and I don’t think that’s fake. I can’t stand fake people. Jair, he seems like a real guy. Battled hard like me in life... but Anthony Bailey. I can’t stand that guy, Everything he does is to get himself over. Everything he does, he makes sure a camera is around to document. He’s a shallow human being.
Johnny Rebel: Whatever your motives...represent Overdrive. Got it?
Buck smiles and nods and is ready to leave the locker room.
Johnny Rebel: Are you going to shower?
Buckson Gooch: Why?
Johnny Rebel: Uh...No reason. Good luck, bud.
Johnny leaves the room shaking his head. Gooch follows behind and turns off the light... turning off the light to losing, and ready to start winning again.
— Inigo Montoya, The Princess Bride
Humility? Are you serious Anthony Bailey? Humility? You have no idea, sir. How about you pop your shoulder out of socket to give you and your mother a pat on the back. Your Thanksgiving festivities were pretentiousness personified. I loved the part where you said you ,”that this camera right in front of me were not rolling back there in that office.” If you didn’t want the cameras to roll, they didn’t have to roll. That’s the beautiful thing about APW, we can turn in our promos at any time. If you don’t want to come across like a pretentious tool, you could’ve done things differently.
Bailey, you are a man of esteem around here. A former world champion. You are a talent in the ring, and a magician with your words... but you act like things are out of your control? You flaunt your affluence and then don’t want people to think you do? “Mwehehehe, I’d say 5,000... I could text them all... but... I don’t wanna.” “I’m in a pursuit of lifelong meekness... but let me remind you where I come from.” If you have to tell everyone that you are humble, then odds are you ARE the scumbag that realists views you as.
You’re constantly taping your promos with kids calling you the “bestest” or with adults lauding your philanthropic outreaches. Are you serious?
Are you going to be running against Callahan any time soon? Anthony Bailey... you are a politician.
Why not embrace who you really are? Let this be the week that the real Anthony Bailey stands up. Let me guess, I’m a dumb redneck who is new? Wow, haven’t heard THAT ONE yet...
I’ve already had people question my intelligence. That’s fine. Just because I took care of my family and didn’t get diplomas on my wall doesn’t mean I’m stupid. Perhaps it was Einstein who said it best, “Everybody is a genius. But if you judge a fish by its ability to climb a tree, it will live its whole life believing that it is stupid.”
I’m not a stupid man. With my limited resources, I give back to the community, but you won’t see me showing that on camera. You are a show off. You go to foreign countries and tell reporters that paparazzi and bloggers won’t leave you alone. You reeeeeeally embody humility and meekness. Just own up to your facade. Sure you have the kiddies eating out of the palm of your hand with your schtick. But there won’t be any kiddies in this match.
In the words of Mac Bane, “Anthony Bailey is a fraud.”
I hope your book isn't completed yet, because after you deal with the Sons of the South, you’ll have a new chapter to add. Mac Bane and I have been sharing our own brand of Southern Hospitality, and you’re going to get a double serving of that humility you seek. You preach a gospel that would make people think you are a good guy, yet you don’t practice what you preach. The dinners you throw, the gifts you bestow, all are meant to please one person... you.
You’re about to meet two real men this week. I’m going to let you see how a working man uses his hands. The palm of a real man’s hands are for working... the back is for teaching.
You are about to get taught... a lot.
So is your buddy J-Hop.
Jair Hopkins.
J-Hop... I like you, man. There’s something more genuine about you. You are gritty. You are real. We come from different worlds, but we are very similar. We take our relationships seriously, we take our work seriously, we take winning seriously. It’s good to see that when someone doesn't reach their goal they don’t have a lame excuse, like Anthony Bailey does.
You want to fight? You want to get crazy? You want to reach that golden ceiling? So do I. To get there, you have to get through me... and I have to get through you. You want a war?
I’m your huckleberry.
You yourself said it best last week, “You have to be careful with assuming one’s this or that because it can cost you” That’s why I've scouted. I've watched all the material on your and Bailey I can get. I've watched your promos. I've watched your matches. I have not only watched... but I've studied. I have time for this stuff now, I stay here at the hospital with Mama frequently. I just watch on an iPad thing that Bane gave me.
The roles should be reversed, J-Hop. It should've been you that has reached the great heights, not Anthony Bailey. That’s called being at the right place at the right time. As one old farmer said to another, “Plant your corn early next year.” Hindsight is 20/20. You can see this as well as I can. You call yourself the Dying Breed... but Anthony Bailey is letting the pretentious, condescending attitude fester... this week, he will be the odd man out. He’ll be the “fungus among us.”
The Bronx is a crazy place and your entry into pro wrestling was even crazier. The fans do love you. And they love you for the same reason they are starting to love the Sons of the South.
Sincerity.
We’re legit. What you see is what you get. What you don’t see... well that’s better yet. Behind closed doors, where the cameras don’t go, we live what we say we live. We don’t have to push for photo ops so folks with think we are loved. We take care of our business... we take care of family...
The fans cheer you because you are real.
In your first promo here in APW (Thanks for all the research Mac) you said you were hungry Jair. I can see it in your eyes. You are hungry to reach your goals. While Anthony Bailey is hungry for the spotlight, hungry for false adoration, you are hungry to win and to do things the right way.
The honorable way.
I dig that.
That doesn't mean that I’m going to go easy on you. My words aren't meant as flattery, because I know you are going to go at me as hard as you possibly can. I wouldn't expect any less.
Bane and I are family. Blood is thicker than water. Bailey is planning on riding your coat tails to the top. You can deny it publicly, but in your heart you know you are carrying the Dying Breed on your shoulders.
There is a good chance that the winner of this match is going to win the entire tournament. What happens when you guys lose? You think Anthony Bailey is going to stick by your side? Do you think that Anthony Bailey is going to pat you on the back and say, “You gave it your best?” or do you think he’ll say, “I dropped the ball?” Absolutely not. That’s not the mold that Bailey was cut out of. He looks down on guys like us. No matter how hard we’ve worked to achieve our goals, Anthony Bailey was handed them. He can say how hard he worked, but it’s easy to work hard when you have the best of the best at your disposal.
I’m sure you ran the dangerous streets in the Bronx. Your training facilities weren't beautiful. They were gritty. Juan is more concerned with quality than shiny equipment. How many shiny gyms do you think were in Possomgrape? Training for football during the summers was as much of an exercise in creativity as it was training my muscles. Pulling cars. Chopping trees. Working for the family.
It wasn't beautiful, but it worked.
There’s nothing beautiful about me. I’m an ugly man. I work an ugly job. I fight an ugly fight. I’m not a bubbly man. I’m not a charismatic man. I’m real. I’m honest.
If you give me a job, I don’t care if it’s wrestling or ditch digging, I’ll give you 100%. Someone insults or mocks that, then we have a problem.
This week, we have a problem.
The Dying Breed? Bringing back meekness? Humility? You’re going to get a dose of it this week. Southern Fried.
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The hours after Overdrive were tough. The Sons of the South tasted defeat for the first time in APW. There is no shame or excuses in losing to guys like Envi and Delikado. Those guys are respectable megastars who carry the APW banner high. The difference in this match is that Buck needed the money. The hospital is already trying to get money for Annabelle being in the hospital. They know that insurance companies don’t work fast, but they still want to get their money. The poor crop and the economy are making things hard for keeping the farm.
Buckson Gooch knows he was the weak link this week. He wasn't distracted because of rage. Sons of the South gave them a good shot, but the dominoes didn't fall the right way...lessons learned. Mistakes won’t be made again.
Gooch has stayed in the same folding chair, sitting backwards for the better part of an hour after the match. His large arms wrestling on the back supporter. His thick hands holding his cheeks and his thick fingers sweeping through is dirty, matted hair. Gooch realized he didn't bring the best this week. He let down Bane. That tears him up.
Johnny Rebel: Hey, bud. Keep your chin up. You okay?
Gooch sweeps his hands back pulling his hair out of his face. Rebel had made his way into the dressing room without Gooch realizing it. Gooch gets to his feet to shake Rebel’s hand. Others are preparing to leave for the next show. Gooch doesn't even need to grab his bag because he wrestles in his regular clothes. The same overalls he farms in, lives in, goes to town in, he wrestles in. He smells like a mixture of dirt, sweat, and hamburger meat. Rebel catches a whiff, but doesn't twitch. He’s glad to have a competitor like Gooch on Overdrive. There are some rough edges to sand off, but he’s willing to do that. Getting the Sons of the South was a coup for Overdrive.
Johnny Rebel: Hey, expect a little extra in your check this week.
Buckson Gooch: No thanks, man. I didn’t earn it. I don’t want a hand out.
Johnny rolls his eyes and pats Gooch on the back.
Johnny Rebel: It’s for having the match of the night. All four of you are getting an extra payoff.
Gooch lets half a grin escape. His eyes soften some around the edges.
Johnny Rebel: Hey man, I’m sorry about your real life situation, but we’re looking forward to having you and Bane represent us on Meltdown. You think you can handle it against the Dying Breed?
Without hesitation Gooch responds.
Buckson Gooch: Of course we can. I know this means a lot to Mac, and it sure means a lot to me. You folks have been great to me, and I don’t think that’s fake. I can’t stand fake people. Jair, he seems like a real guy. Battled hard like me in life... but Anthony Bailey. I can’t stand that guy, Everything he does is to get himself over. Everything he does, he makes sure a camera is around to document. He’s a shallow human being.
Johnny Rebel: Whatever your motives...represent Overdrive. Got it?
Buck smiles and nods and is ready to leave the locker room.
Johnny Rebel: Are you going to shower?
Buckson Gooch: Why?
Johnny Rebel: Uh...No reason. Good luck, bud.
Johnny leaves the room shaking his head. Gooch follows behind and turns off the light... turning off the light to losing, and ready to start winning again.
