Post by Anthony Bailey on Dec 9, 2012 1:59:20 GMT -4
"In the moment when I truly understand my enemy, understand him well enough to defeat him, then in that very moment I also love him. I think it’s impossible to really understand somebody, what they want, what they believe, and not love them the way they love themselves. And then, in that very moment when I love them.... I destroy them." – Orson Scott Card
{{The scene opens to the inside of Anthony Bailey’s luxurious townhouse located in St. Augustine, FL. Bailey is inside of his dimly lit living room seated on the edge of his black leather couch simultaneously packing a suitcase and going through his cellular phone. Clad in a black and white “The Promise” wifebeater and black basketball shorts, Bailey quickly leaves his phone alone to focus solely on packing once his girlfriend Tasha suddenly enters the room unannounced. Wearing a pink tanktop and black shorts, she’s suspicious of Bailey and his procrastination for this weekend’s trip as she takes a seat right beside him. Bailey aims to control the subject matter before she even gets the chance to address it.}}[/color]
Anthony Bailey: Soo, you don't think that this TV show is a good idea at all?
Tasha: Babe, do you honestly think that they would even go for it? This is a real long shot.
Anthony Bailey: The only language these guys speak is money so if all that payment jargon was spelt out in the contracts, they'd be foolish not to hop on the opportunity.
Tasha: But...you would definitely need to consider a different name. Anything besides "Everybody Hates Bailey." I feel like Chris Rock would have a lawsuit with your name all over it.
{{Bailey chuckles.}}[/color]
Actor and comedian Chris Rock was the exceutive producer of a television show called "Everybody Hates Chris" that was loosely based on his life as a child.[/color]
Anthony Bailey: Well it's a working title for the time being but I'm sure I could come up with something better if I just slept on it.
Tasha: What if the book doesn't sell well though? I'm not trying to be a bubble burster or anything like that...
{{Bailey softly grabs her hand.}}[/color]
Anthony Bailey: It's all good boo. I know that you are being realistic and that I shouldn't set my goals too high because I can't be let down if things don't pan out the way I planned.
{{A huge smile flashes across her face.}}[/color]
Tasha: Aww, so you do listen to my advice?
{{Bailey smiles.}}[/color]
Anthony Bailey: Sometimes...
{{Tasha gently hits his leg and sucks her teeth.}}[/color]
Tasha: Whatever babe. How about I leave you alone? I need to let you get back to what you were doing.
Anthony Bailey: Packing?
Tasha: No…texting Frank.
{{Anthony laughs as Tasha rises to her feet smiling. She exits the living room leaving Bailey to himself. He’s about to resume packing when suddenly he looks directly into the camera and begins to speak.}}[/color]
Anthony Bailey: She's right, I need to finish getting all my stuff together. But that reminds me...as The Dying Breed sojourn on the road to Christmas Chaos with the hopes of vanquishing Donald Deruty, Roy Speede, and M & M and being crowned the new Tag Team Champions, we want ourselves and we want others to be reminded of the big picture. Everything in me desires for my dear friend J-Hop to get his premier taste of gold but that time will come regardless and it’ll come sooner rather than later. Many individuals peering in on the recent actions of my inner circle of friends have been trying to pick apart our rationale and why we even decided to join forces in the first place. Despite the passage of ignorance that people such as War Ensemble have decided to take and the lies that they have told themselves over and over again, Krunk, J-Hop, and myself are here for a good reason. We are here to inspire a hopeless generation and to point them towards the direction of integrity.
Hopelessness reigns prevalent nowadays as the War on Terrorism continues to tarry, as conflicts in the Middle East seem to increase and peace seems so far out of reach, and as we struggle and hesitate to bounce back and spend money in an unstable economy. Global unrest bears anxiety and disappointment. And at times, I even find myself becoming fearful of the present state of the world and fearful of tomorrow. But that’s exactly why we are here. We are not the saviors of the world and we cannot simply wave a magic wand and resolve every single ill, but what we can do and will do is console the fans of APW in the midst of it. We can spur them on to dream when every ounce of a harsh reality feels like a nightmare. The Dying Breed will prove to them that dreams can still come true even if all the evidence is trying to say otherwise.
Michael Callahan knows Anthony Bailey. He knows me like he knows all of the answers on a U.S. Citizenship Test. Callahan is well aware of me and my intentions and that is why he has tried to publically disgrace me over and over again. Both verbally and physically. He knows what my heart is set on achieving and because it doesn’t line up with his, he portrays me to be the bad guy. I’m the enemy of the state because I actually want to provide a practical resolution and not just run my mouth about it. The day that my worldview lines up with the Kelso, Washington native that we all love to hate is the day that I have tragically failed as a human being. That’s one of the innumerable differences between you and I, Callahan. You’re exploiting the same people that I am attempting to rescue. You are the liar, you are the one with ulterior motives, and you my friend…are the politician. Does much more really need to be stated?
Since January, I have watched you sashay around Asylum like you are the greatest thing since sliced bread and not only does the world revolve around you, but that the world owes you something on top of that. It’s sickening because it kind of reminds me of King Louis XIV of France. He was one of Europe’s longest reigning kings ever with seventy-two years and one hundred and ten days under his belt. His self-proclaimed alias of the “Sun King” was one of the most arrogant assertions in all of human history if you ask me. He referred to himself as the Sun King because he believed in heliocentrism and that the sun was the center of the universe and earth, along with the other planets, revolved around it the same way that the French kingdom should revolve around him since he was the main attraction. What a fascinating belief of astronomy that was for the seventeenth century right? Especially since the Catholic Church heavily opposed this idea.
But as fascinating as all of that might have been scientifically, no man has the right to usurp God Almighty off of His throne, take His place, and think that he is the one running the show. For seven decades, King Louis XIV ambulated throughout France as if his feces did not have a foul stench but where is he now? His remains are buried somewhere outside of Paris. He will never utter another word or think more highly of himself than he ought to ever again because he is deceased. Callahan, I’m not threatening your life because that isn’t my technique, but I am saying to be watchful of my words. The long reign? I mean the Pro Life Title isn’t the Palace of Versailles or anything but you can most certainly identify with a lengthy historic reign. The awful pride? Oh, that’s been evident in you for as long as I have known you.
One thing about King Louis XIV is that he didn’t live long enough to see his empire crumble before his very eyes. That didn’t happen until much later. But with you Callahan, you are still in the land of the living though your aptitude is briskly fading away. The American Hero is no longer one of the most feared megastars on the Asylum roster. Your inconsistencies inside the squared circle and failures outside of it have been apparent. The T.R.I. is now a faded memory of the past. You and GI coming up short to M & M this past week on Meltdown was a continued collapse and another letdown in your reappearing dominant run. That’s why you cannot blame me for getting the World Title shot against Jason Kash that you felt belonged to you.
Do you truly deserve a shot at my former Title, Mikey? Yes your recent win over Kurt Noble was phenomenal and you started to show traces of the old Michael Callahan, but when you get the chance to advance to the Tag Team Title finals, you fall short. J-Hop and I came through and the Sons of the South were not your average fly by night opponents either. You constantly rattle off about how I am undeserving of anything or how grand opportunities just come my way and get handed to me, but when favorable circumstances come your way what happens? You choke and the chinks in your armor are revealed. You present great oratorical promises like all of your political forefathers but when it boils down to it even you, the longest reigning Pro Life Champion in APW history, are unable to deliver no matter how sweet the promise sounds.
That’s why tomorrow in Cleveland, J-Hop and I are going to do something that we should have done months ago. We are going to slaughter Callahan and his lackey GI inside of that ring. Now Callahan’s in-ring skills are far superior to a lot of other wrestlers I have witnessed, but because he is so wishy washy and so discrepant that I don’t know what state of mind he will walk down the ramp and to the ring with, we are going to pounce. And if he is unsure of himself, The Dying Breed will be sure for him and we will aim to capitalize on that. People think that I have some kind of personal vendetta against you Callahan, and though a fraction of that is true, I know that this is what the people have been waiting to see.
With GI in his corner and J-Hop in mine, the ying and yang of the Asylum roster will be standing face to face in front of thousands of screaming fans. Michael Callahan, the man that I care for like a brother, but the man that I must also destroy because he would do the same to me if he had the chance. Mike, if you don’t know me well enough by now then I’m sure you will know me extremely well after our encounter tomorrow night in Cleveland. I fully understand my enemy and his partner because I have put in the necessary effort to do so. In case your partner GI is unaware because you have failed to inform him, I am Anthony Bailey…the man that Michael Callahan wishes to be…APW’s only Promise…the only Promise that can't be broken. Until Cleveland my right wing adversary…
{{The scene slowly fades to black.}}[/color]
{{The scene opens to the inside of Anthony Bailey’s luxurious townhouse located in St. Augustine, FL. Bailey is inside of his dimly lit living room seated on the edge of his black leather couch simultaneously packing a suitcase and going through his cellular phone. Clad in a black and white “The Promise” wifebeater and black basketball shorts, Bailey quickly leaves his phone alone to focus solely on packing once his girlfriend Tasha suddenly enters the room unannounced. Wearing a pink tanktop and black shorts, she’s suspicious of Bailey and his procrastination for this weekend’s trip as she takes a seat right beside him. Bailey aims to control the subject matter before she even gets the chance to address it.}}[/color]
Anthony Bailey: Soo, you don't think that this TV show is a good idea at all?
Tasha: Babe, do you honestly think that they would even go for it? This is a real long shot.
Anthony Bailey: The only language these guys speak is money so if all that payment jargon was spelt out in the contracts, they'd be foolish not to hop on the opportunity.
Tasha: But...you would definitely need to consider a different name. Anything besides "Everybody Hates Bailey." I feel like Chris Rock would have a lawsuit with your name all over it.
{{Bailey chuckles.}}[/color]
Actor and comedian Chris Rock was the exceutive producer of a television show called "Everybody Hates Chris" that was loosely based on his life as a child.[/color]
Anthony Bailey: Well it's a working title for the time being but I'm sure I could come up with something better if I just slept on it.
Tasha: What if the book doesn't sell well though? I'm not trying to be a bubble burster or anything like that...
{{Bailey softly grabs her hand.}}[/color]
Anthony Bailey: It's all good boo. I know that you are being realistic and that I shouldn't set my goals too high because I can't be let down if things don't pan out the way I planned.
{{A huge smile flashes across her face.}}[/color]
Tasha: Aww, so you do listen to my advice?
{{Bailey smiles.}}[/color]
Anthony Bailey: Sometimes...
{{Tasha gently hits his leg and sucks her teeth.}}[/color]
Tasha: Whatever babe. How about I leave you alone? I need to let you get back to what you were doing.
Anthony Bailey: Packing?
Tasha: No…texting Frank.
{{Anthony laughs as Tasha rises to her feet smiling. She exits the living room leaving Bailey to himself. He’s about to resume packing when suddenly he looks directly into the camera and begins to speak.}}[/color]
Anthony Bailey: She's right, I need to finish getting all my stuff together. But that reminds me...as The Dying Breed sojourn on the road to Christmas Chaos with the hopes of vanquishing Donald Deruty, Roy Speede, and M & M and being crowned the new Tag Team Champions, we want ourselves and we want others to be reminded of the big picture. Everything in me desires for my dear friend J-Hop to get his premier taste of gold but that time will come regardless and it’ll come sooner rather than later. Many individuals peering in on the recent actions of my inner circle of friends have been trying to pick apart our rationale and why we even decided to join forces in the first place. Despite the passage of ignorance that people such as War Ensemble have decided to take and the lies that they have told themselves over and over again, Krunk, J-Hop, and myself are here for a good reason. We are here to inspire a hopeless generation and to point them towards the direction of integrity.
Hopelessness reigns prevalent nowadays as the War on Terrorism continues to tarry, as conflicts in the Middle East seem to increase and peace seems so far out of reach, and as we struggle and hesitate to bounce back and spend money in an unstable economy. Global unrest bears anxiety and disappointment. And at times, I even find myself becoming fearful of the present state of the world and fearful of tomorrow. But that’s exactly why we are here. We are not the saviors of the world and we cannot simply wave a magic wand and resolve every single ill, but what we can do and will do is console the fans of APW in the midst of it. We can spur them on to dream when every ounce of a harsh reality feels like a nightmare. The Dying Breed will prove to them that dreams can still come true even if all the evidence is trying to say otherwise.
Michael Callahan knows Anthony Bailey. He knows me like he knows all of the answers on a U.S. Citizenship Test. Callahan is well aware of me and my intentions and that is why he has tried to publically disgrace me over and over again. Both verbally and physically. He knows what my heart is set on achieving and because it doesn’t line up with his, he portrays me to be the bad guy. I’m the enemy of the state because I actually want to provide a practical resolution and not just run my mouth about it. The day that my worldview lines up with the Kelso, Washington native that we all love to hate is the day that I have tragically failed as a human being. That’s one of the innumerable differences between you and I, Callahan. You’re exploiting the same people that I am attempting to rescue. You are the liar, you are the one with ulterior motives, and you my friend…are the politician. Does much more really need to be stated?
Since January, I have watched you sashay around Asylum like you are the greatest thing since sliced bread and not only does the world revolve around you, but that the world owes you something on top of that. It’s sickening because it kind of reminds me of King Louis XIV of France. He was one of Europe’s longest reigning kings ever with seventy-two years and one hundred and ten days under his belt. His self-proclaimed alias of the “Sun King” was one of the most arrogant assertions in all of human history if you ask me. He referred to himself as the Sun King because he believed in heliocentrism and that the sun was the center of the universe and earth, along with the other planets, revolved around it the same way that the French kingdom should revolve around him since he was the main attraction. What a fascinating belief of astronomy that was for the seventeenth century right? Especially since the Catholic Church heavily opposed this idea.
But as fascinating as all of that might have been scientifically, no man has the right to usurp God Almighty off of His throne, take His place, and think that he is the one running the show. For seven decades, King Louis XIV ambulated throughout France as if his feces did not have a foul stench but where is he now? His remains are buried somewhere outside of Paris. He will never utter another word or think more highly of himself than he ought to ever again because he is deceased. Callahan, I’m not threatening your life because that isn’t my technique, but I am saying to be watchful of my words. The long reign? I mean the Pro Life Title isn’t the Palace of Versailles or anything but you can most certainly identify with a lengthy historic reign. The awful pride? Oh, that’s been evident in you for as long as I have known you.
One thing about King Louis XIV is that he didn’t live long enough to see his empire crumble before his very eyes. That didn’t happen until much later. But with you Callahan, you are still in the land of the living though your aptitude is briskly fading away. The American Hero is no longer one of the most feared megastars on the Asylum roster. Your inconsistencies inside the squared circle and failures outside of it have been apparent. The T.R.I. is now a faded memory of the past. You and GI coming up short to M & M this past week on Meltdown was a continued collapse and another letdown in your reappearing dominant run. That’s why you cannot blame me for getting the World Title shot against Jason Kash that you felt belonged to you.
Do you truly deserve a shot at my former Title, Mikey? Yes your recent win over Kurt Noble was phenomenal and you started to show traces of the old Michael Callahan, but when you get the chance to advance to the Tag Team Title finals, you fall short. J-Hop and I came through and the Sons of the South were not your average fly by night opponents either. You constantly rattle off about how I am undeserving of anything or how grand opportunities just come my way and get handed to me, but when favorable circumstances come your way what happens? You choke and the chinks in your armor are revealed. You present great oratorical promises like all of your political forefathers but when it boils down to it even you, the longest reigning Pro Life Champion in APW history, are unable to deliver no matter how sweet the promise sounds.
That’s why tomorrow in Cleveland, J-Hop and I are going to do something that we should have done months ago. We are going to slaughter Callahan and his lackey GI inside of that ring. Now Callahan’s in-ring skills are far superior to a lot of other wrestlers I have witnessed, but because he is so wishy washy and so discrepant that I don’t know what state of mind he will walk down the ramp and to the ring with, we are going to pounce. And if he is unsure of himself, The Dying Breed will be sure for him and we will aim to capitalize on that. People think that I have some kind of personal vendetta against you Callahan, and though a fraction of that is true, I know that this is what the people have been waiting to see.
With GI in his corner and J-Hop in mine, the ying and yang of the Asylum roster will be standing face to face in front of thousands of screaming fans. Michael Callahan, the man that I care for like a brother, but the man that I must also destroy because he would do the same to me if he had the chance. Mike, if you don’t know me well enough by now then I’m sure you will know me extremely well after our encounter tomorrow night in Cleveland. I fully understand my enemy and his partner because I have put in the necessary effort to do so. In case your partner GI is unaware because you have failed to inform him, I am Anthony Bailey…the man that Michael Callahan wishes to be…APW’s only Promise…the only Promise that can't be broken. Until Cleveland my right wing adversary…
{{The scene slowly fades to black.}}[/color]
