Post by Anthony Bailey on Dec 15, 2012 13:11:36 GMT -4
"Politics is not a game. It is an earnest business." – Winston Churchill
{{The scene opens to the outside of the St. John’s County Republican Party headquarters, which is located in St. Augustine, FL. It is a cloudy and chilly December day here in the city of APW megastar Anthony Bailey. Bailey, along with his girlfriend Tasha, is spotted walking away from his parked silver 2012 Acura TL and towards the entrance of the headquarters. He is wearing a light grey pinstripe two piece Sean John suit while Tasha is wearing a lovely grey dress and matching grey high heels. Bailey is all smiles as he sees the APW cameraman beginning to approach him and his significant other.}}[/color]
Tasha: So babe, are you ready for this?
Anthony Bailey: Yes I am…or at least I think I am. I just hope that it’s not some kind of set up or something. If Callahan or GI pop out and try to attack me again, I’m outnumbered. Plus…you know how I feel about the Republicans, especially the devout ones.
{{Bailey’s face manifests disgust.}}[/color]
Tasha: Don’t worry honey. I will take my heels off and go to work on them if I have to. Nobody messes with my man.
{{Tasha smiles as they both laugh. Bailey reaches into his pocket and pulls out a slip of paper and begins to read it.}}[/color]
Anthony Bailey: Dear Mr. Anthony Bailey, you are cordially invited to the annual Christmas celebration held by the St. John’s County Republican Party. The event will take place at noon at our headquarters located on State Road 16 on Saturday the fifteenth of December. A gourmet lunch will be served around one o’clock PM. Also, please prepare a fifteen to twenty minute speech upon your arrival about your thoughts and proclivity of the party’s own Michael Joshua Callahan, your opponent for APW’s Christmas Chaos. Please RSVP by December eleventh.
{{Bailey exhales and places the slip of paper back into his pocket and glances at Tasha.}}[/color]
Well, here goes nothing…
{{Bailey opens the door for Tasha as she enters the building first. He follows her inside and immediately, the eyes of the forty or fifty people in attendance lock in on the ethnic couple. All of the attendees appear to be middle and upper class Caucasian male and females. Hoping to ease the awkwardness, an elderly man holding a clipboard approaches Bailey and Tasha and introduces himself.}}[/color]
Elderly Man: Mr. Bailey? Hi. My name is Jack.
Anthony Bailey: Good afternoon Jack, nice to meet you. This is my girlfriend Tasha.
{{Jack shakes Bailey’s hand first and then Tasha’s.}}[/color]
Tasha: Nice to meet you sir.
Jack: What a lovely lady you have here. Can I get you guys something to drink?
Anthony Bailey: Oh no, we’re fine.
{{Seemingly not knowing how to connect to strangers and hold a conversation, Jack randomly changes the topic.}}[/color]
Jack: I am so glad that you chose to attend our Christmas party Mr. Bailey. According to our background check on you, it appears that you are a registered voter. That is a good thing. We need more young people like you to get out there and “rock the vote.”
{{Bailey laughs hesitantly.}}[/color]
Though Jack did a poor job in contextualizing his metaphor, Rock the Vote is a nonpartisan nonprofit American organization that targets young people and encourages them to become more involved in politics.[/color]
Anthony Bailey: I agree…and a background check? Safety precautions I suppose…
Jack: Yes, we here at the St. John’s County Republican Party take security very seriously. And plus it doesn’t hurt to know a thing or two about the history of the individual who will be walking through our doors and speaking from our platform.
Anthony Bailey: I see. That makes perfect sense and is a wise move on your part.
{{Jack squints his eyes as he glances down at the clipboard he is holding.}}[/color]
Jack: But hopefully our time together this afternoon can change your party affiliation from Independent to Republican.
{{Bailey cracks a fake smile as Jack lets out an actual chuckle.}}[/color]
Bailey was the furthest thing from a political activist, but when he registered to vote at the age of eighteen, he put his party affiliation as Independent because he felt both the Democrats and Republicans couldn’t fully be trusted.[/color]
Anthony Bailey: I guess we’ll just have to see now won’t we? It’s kind of ironic that I’m here though. For years I thought the Republican Party was nothing but a bunch of…
{{Bailey catches himself just in the nick of time before he says something offensive while Jack’s right eyebrow rises in suspicion.}}[/color]
To Bailey, the poster children for the Republican Party were his opponent Michael Callahan, Mitt Romney, and Paul Ryan and he wasn’t fond of any of them. These three men were the predominant reason why the term “politically conservative” left a bitter taste in his mouth.[/color]
…interesting people that I was very uneducated about. I don’t like to get involved with something that I am unenlightened about.
Jack: That is understandable. Such wise words from such a young soul. I look forward to hearing what you have to say.
Anthony Bailey: Oh, if you only knew. I can probably guarantee that you have never heard something like I am going to share in a few minutes.
Jack: Confidence…that’s just what this political party needs.
{{Bailey mutters under his breath.}}[/color]
Anthony Bailey: Yeah, that and a miracle.
{{Jack fumbles to adjust his hearing aid.}}[/color]
Jack: What was that?
Anthony Bailey: Oh.…I just said….death to the typical. I don’t want to present the same old recycled junk to you all; I want to practically uphold the values of this country while orally delivering it in a fresh way.
{{Jack’s eyes widen with fervor.}}[/color]
Jack: Now that is music to my ears…well, let’s get this show on the road shall we?
Anthony Bailey: Yes, we can proceed.
{{Jack escorts Bailey up to the podium placed down front before he and Tasha take a seat in the audience themselves. Everyone else notices that the event is about to start so they stop doing what they are doing and walk over to the neatly arranged chairs. Bailey turns away from the microphone to clear his throat so that the slightly irritating sound wouldn’t resonate throughout the room. He turns back to face the crowd, flashes his signature smile to his doubtful listeners, and proceeds with what he has to say.}}[/color]
Hello everyone and good afternoon. Thank you all for joining me here today and first off, I would like to thank Jack and the other wonderful officers of the St. John’s County Republican Party for inviting me out to be the guest speaker for this year's Christmas party and allowing me to share my personal feelings on the party’s most prominent figure in the professional wrestling world today, Michael Callahan.
{{The room erupts into loud cheers at the mention of his opponent’s name! Bailey was prepared for his nemesis to be in favor with the people here in attendance so he was expecting nothing but exemplary sentiments towards Callahan.}}[/color]
Now I will be the first to admit that as a twenty-two year old man being raised by a single mother, who was a member of the Democratic Party, I have always had a negative connotation towards the Republican Party and my opponent for Christmas Chaos has done everything in his power to reaffirm that. To reaffirm adverse thoughts and opinions towards people whom I have never met or have never had the opportunity to sit down and have a meal with. People like you all who are under the sound of my voice today. And since we are all advocates of reality, it would be foolish to deny the fact of the metamorphosis that The American Hero has undergone these past few months. He went from being abhorred by the use of foul language to calling me an effing stupid bastard, excuse my language, at the top of his lungs as he physically obliterated me with his Edgar Martinez endorsed baseball bat.
He went from being in a monogamous relationship over the span of several years with his ex fiancé Bethany to allegedly and hastily being involved with other women, including one of my other opponents the night of Christmas Chaos Ms. Aubrey J. Parker. He went from initiating a potential friendship with me, which I gracefully declined, to spitefully attacking me and interfering in my matches over and over again. It is painful for me to relive those moments but if you all didn’t have the spare time to watch those incidents, I have arranged for some footage to be displayed here today…
{{On cue, the lights dim as a projector screen emerges from the ceiling behind Bailey. Bailey steps to the side, as he doesn’t want to block anyone’s view. The clip begin to roll…”Like clockwork, Callahan repeatedly smashes the bat into Bailey's back who tries desperately to cover himself up from the wicked assault but it's no good. Bailey is soon lying motionless; face down on the mat with a myriad of welts and bruises forming across his back. If nothing is broken, it'll be a miracle.”* The scene shifts to One Night In Hell and “The rampage begins. Callahan goes straight after Bailey first who while still wearing his brass knuckles on his hands throws a shot to try and get stop his onslaught but Callahan is far too aware and far too cross to get caught. He weaves out the way and smashes the bat into Bailey's gut sending him staggering back into the corner. Callahan goes to town on Bailey in a sickly flurry of strikes, smashing the bat across his chest and head with Bailey resultantly crumpling into a heap in the corner.”* The scene switches once more to show “The mist in Callahan's eyes starts descending. Hands turn into fists as Callahan's muscles tighten, not wanting to let Anthony Bailey get under his skin. Anthony cocks his head towards Bethany and the two stare lovestruck into one another's eyes, slowly Bethany moves in to plant a kiss until-CRACK! Bethany's piercing scream echoes through the arena as Bailey lies in a heap on the floor.”* The lights return to normal as the projector screen retracts and as Bailey once again takes his place at the podium.}}[/color]
I’m not here to campaign or to coerce you. It’s Christmastime so that’s what we should all be focused on celebrating right now. Especially with the long drawn out election season we just experienced, I’m quite sure that you all have had more than enough of people trying to convince you. But I’m here before you this afternoon laying out the cold hard facts, the unedited facts at that. Michael Callahan, you desired my friendship. You desired my loyalty. You desired to partake in my steadfast ascension up the ranks of Asylum. But while you dwell in the past on what could have been and liken me to that one cute girl from high school because I sort of “got away,” I’m contemplating on not only what will be done but also on what has to be done. You have to recognize that you just can’t attack The Promise repeatedly and not endure any consequences.
It’s quite similar to the world of politics. We vote to entrust that competent leaders will govern justly and govern on behalf of the people. If the elected official fails to do that, then we will hold them accountable but also be gracious towards them and recognize that they are fallible human beings just like us. But if they continue to fail and continue to disregard their duties, then when the proper time comes we will exercise our liberty and vote him or her out of office. But if they do what they are supposed to do and do it to the best of their ability, the citizens will take notice of that and will attempt to vote him or her back into office for a second term.
With my whole heart, I feel that Michael Callahan has not only failed you or me, but he has failed America. 2016 will have been a bit too late for this man to pursue his political aspirations of travailing in the Oval Office. You must wake up while he’s only an APW megastar and see through his mind tricks and all of his reverse psychology. He has most likely influenced the way that some of you think of me, but I can assure you that I am by no means the culprit. Only a few months ago, he was more concerned with flaunting his lustrous Pro Life Championship belt than serving the people of this fine country and meeting their needs. But that’s why I am here. Recognizing that I am no deity but that I am Anthony Bailey and I bear the moniker of “The Promise” proudly and for a reason.
I have made multiple promises to various individuals in the past but this time around, something is different. Maybe that’s because I wasn’t forced to spend three nights inside of a Cleveland hospital due to a wounded back because of this man. Callahan, I am more than a “wealthy urbanite” as you so eloquently put it. I am the man who will proudly defeat you at Christmas Chaos next Sunday the twenty-third of December at Madison Square Garden. This match will be a great challenge for me because you are an extremely talented wrestler. While you will apparently be campaigning for Presidency in four years and aiming to reform the country, my principal hope is that you would reform your intentions and reform your soul.
Stop misleading these people and start owning up to your responsibility. To say that I deserved to be attacked because I constantly disrespected you and called you names is simply a cop out. You cannot control your temper and you acted out your frustration on me. Many would claim that you acted out of character during those times but you didn’t. This is the real you. The angry political scumbag from Kelso that thinks he is entitled to everything. For far too long you have paraded around here expecting hand outs, expecting World Title shots, and demanding respect from your Asylum colleagues. But honestly Michael, the only thing that you can expect come next Sunday night is an Anthony Bailey who has a vengeance and one who is focused on bringing you to ruins. This is personal because you made it that way. You couldn’t carry on like a man without me as an ally so you acted like a simpleton and tried to destroy me.
But my resilience is too much for you Callahan and you are well aware of that so it terrifies you. A Cleveland hospital or an autographed baseball bat from a retired Major League player that nobody cares about will not be the death of me or my career. The entire city of New York will have the chance to witness me do what I should have done ages ago and that is to lay you to rest. I need to put all of your foolish and malicious deeds to death. You of all people should know who I am Callahan. I am Anthony Bailey…APW’s only Promise…the only Promise that can't be broken. Until next time…
{{The scene slowly fades to black as Bailey exits the podium and only a few claps throughout the room are heard.}}[/color]
*Taken from APW’s Dec 9th Asylum in Cleveland, OH, One Night In Hell 2012 in Tokyo, Japan, and the Oct 14th Asylum in Beijing, China.[/color]
{{The scene opens to the outside of the St. John’s County Republican Party headquarters, which is located in St. Augustine, FL. It is a cloudy and chilly December day here in the city of APW megastar Anthony Bailey. Bailey, along with his girlfriend Tasha, is spotted walking away from his parked silver 2012 Acura TL and towards the entrance of the headquarters. He is wearing a light grey pinstripe two piece Sean John suit while Tasha is wearing a lovely grey dress and matching grey high heels. Bailey is all smiles as he sees the APW cameraman beginning to approach him and his significant other.}}[/color]
Tasha: So babe, are you ready for this?
Anthony Bailey: Yes I am…or at least I think I am. I just hope that it’s not some kind of set up or something. If Callahan or GI pop out and try to attack me again, I’m outnumbered. Plus…you know how I feel about the Republicans, especially the devout ones.
{{Bailey’s face manifests disgust.}}[/color]
Tasha: Don’t worry honey. I will take my heels off and go to work on them if I have to. Nobody messes with my man.
{{Tasha smiles as they both laugh. Bailey reaches into his pocket and pulls out a slip of paper and begins to read it.}}[/color]
Anthony Bailey: Dear Mr. Anthony Bailey, you are cordially invited to the annual Christmas celebration held by the St. John’s County Republican Party. The event will take place at noon at our headquarters located on State Road 16 on Saturday the fifteenth of December. A gourmet lunch will be served around one o’clock PM. Also, please prepare a fifteen to twenty minute speech upon your arrival about your thoughts and proclivity of the party’s own Michael Joshua Callahan, your opponent for APW’s Christmas Chaos. Please RSVP by December eleventh.
{{Bailey exhales and places the slip of paper back into his pocket and glances at Tasha.}}[/color]
Well, here goes nothing…
{{Bailey opens the door for Tasha as she enters the building first. He follows her inside and immediately, the eyes of the forty or fifty people in attendance lock in on the ethnic couple. All of the attendees appear to be middle and upper class Caucasian male and females. Hoping to ease the awkwardness, an elderly man holding a clipboard approaches Bailey and Tasha and introduces himself.}}[/color]
Elderly Man: Mr. Bailey? Hi. My name is Jack.
Anthony Bailey: Good afternoon Jack, nice to meet you. This is my girlfriend Tasha.
{{Jack shakes Bailey’s hand first and then Tasha’s.}}[/color]
Tasha: Nice to meet you sir.
Jack: What a lovely lady you have here. Can I get you guys something to drink?
Anthony Bailey: Oh no, we’re fine.
{{Seemingly not knowing how to connect to strangers and hold a conversation, Jack randomly changes the topic.}}[/color]
Jack: I am so glad that you chose to attend our Christmas party Mr. Bailey. According to our background check on you, it appears that you are a registered voter. That is a good thing. We need more young people like you to get out there and “rock the vote.”
{{Bailey laughs hesitantly.}}[/color]
Though Jack did a poor job in contextualizing his metaphor, Rock the Vote is a nonpartisan nonprofit American organization that targets young people and encourages them to become more involved in politics.[/color]
Anthony Bailey: I agree…and a background check? Safety precautions I suppose…
Jack: Yes, we here at the St. John’s County Republican Party take security very seriously. And plus it doesn’t hurt to know a thing or two about the history of the individual who will be walking through our doors and speaking from our platform.
Anthony Bailey: I see. That makes perfect sense and is a wise move on your part.
{{Jack squints his eyes as he glances down at the clipboard he is holding.}}[/color]
Jack: But hopefully our time together this afternoon can change your party affiliation from Independent to Republican.
{{Bailey cracks a fake smile as Jack lets out an actual chuckle.}}[/color]
Bailey was the furthest thing from a political activist, but when he registered to vote at the age of eighteen, he put his party affiliation as Independent because he felt both the Democrats and Republicans couldn’t fully be trusted.[/color]
Anthony Bailey: I guess we’ll just have to see now won’t we? It’s kind of ironic that I’m here though. For years I thought the Republican Party was nothing but a bunch of…
{{Bailey catches himself just in the nick of time before he says something offensive while Jack’s right eyebrow rises in suspicion.}}[/color]
To Bailey, the poster children for the Republican Party were his opponent Michael Callahan, Mitt Romney, and Paul Ryan and he wasn’t fond of any of them. These three men were the predominant reason why the term “politically conservative” left a bitter taste in his mouth.[/color]
…interesting people that I was very uneducated about. I don’t like to get involved with something that I am unenlightened about.
Jack: That is understandable. Such wise words from such a young soul. I look forward to hearing what you have to say.
Anthony Bailey: Oh, if you only knew. I can probably guarantee that you have never heard something like I am going to share in a few minutes.
Jack: Confidence…that’s just what this political party needs.
{{Bailey mutters under his breath.}}[/color]
Anthony Bailey: Yeah, that and a miracle.
{{Jack fumbles to adjust his hearing aid.}}[/color]
Jack: What was that?
Anthony Bailey: Oh.…I just said….death to the typical. I don’t want to present the same old recycled junk to you all; I want to practically uphold the values of this country while orally delivering it in a fresh way.
{{Jack’s eyes widen with fervor.}}[/color]
Jack: Now that is music to my ears…well, let’s get this show on the road shall we?
Anthony Bailey: Yes, we can proceed.
{{Jack escorts Bailey up to the podium placed down front before he and Tasha take a seat in the audience themselves. Everyone else notices that the event is about to start so they stop doing what they are doing and walk over to the neatly arranged chairs. Bailey turns away from the microphone to clear his throat so that the slightly irritating sound wouldn’t resonate throughout the room. He turns back to face the crowd, flashes his signature smile to his doubtful listeners, and proceeds with what he has to say.}}[/color]
Hello everyone and good afternoon. Thank you all for joining me here today and first off, I would like to thank Jack and the other wonderful officers of the St. John’s County Republican Party for inviting me out to be the guest speaker for this year's Christmas party and allowing me to share my personal feelings on the party’s most prominent figure in the professional wrestling world today, Michael Callahan.
{{The room erupts into loud cheers at the mention of his opponent’s name! Bailey was prepared for his nemesis to be in favor with the people here in attendance so he was expecting nothing but exemplary sentiments towards Callahan.}}[/color]
Now I will be the first to admit that as a twenty-two year old man being raised by a single mother, who was a member of the Democratic Party, I have always had a negative connotation towards the Republican Party and my opponent for Christmas Chaos has done everything in his power to reaffirm that. To reaffirm adverse thoughts and opinions towards people whom I have never met or have never had the opportunity to sit down and have a meal with. People like you all who are under the sound of my voice today. And since we are all advocates of reality, it would be foolish to deny the fact of the metamorphosis that The American Hero has undergone these past few months. He went from being abhorred by the use of foul language to calling me an effing stupid bastard, excuse my language, at the top of his lungs as he physically obliterated me with his Edgar Martinez endorsed baseball bat.
He went from being in a monogamous relationship over the span of several years with his ex fiancé Bethany to allegedly and hastily being involved with other women, including one of my other opponents the night of Christmas Chaos Ms. Aubrey J. Parker. He went from initiating a potential friendship with me, which I gracefully declined, to spitefully attacking me and interfering in my matches over and over again. It is painful for me to relive those moments but if you all didn’t have the spare time to watch those incidents, I have arranged for some footage to be displayed here today…
{{On cue, the lights dim as a projector screen emerges from the ceiling behind Bailey. Bailey steps to the side, as he doesn’t want to block anyone’s view. The clip begin to roll…”Like clockwork, Callahan repeatedly smashes the bat into Bailey's back who tries desperately to cover himself up from the wicked assault but it's no good. Bailey is soon lying motionless; face down on the mat with a myriad of welts and bruises forming across his back. If nothing is broken, it'll be a miracle.”* The scene shifts to One Night In Hell and “The rampage begins. Callahan goes straight after Bailey first who while still wearing his brass knuckles on his hands throws a shot to try and get stop his onslaught but Callahan is far too aware and far too cross to get caught. He weaves out the way and smashes the bat into Bailey's gut sending him staggering back into the corner. Callahan goes to town on Bailey in a sickly flurry of strikes, smashing the bat across his chest and head with Bailey resultantly crumpling into a heap in the corner.”* The scene switches once more to show “The mist in Callahan's eyes starts descending. Hands turn into fists as Callahan's muscles tighten, not wanting to let Anthony Bailey get under his skin. Anthony cocks his head towards Bethany and the two stare lovestruck into one another's eyes, slowly Bethany moves in to plant a kiss until-CRACK! Bethany's piercing scream echoes through the arena as Bailey lies in a heap on the floor.”* The lights return to normal as the projector screen retracts and as Bailey once again takes his place at the podium.}}[/color]
I’m not here to campaign or to coerce you. It’s Christmastime so that’s what we should all be focused on celebrating right now. Especially with the long drawn out election season we just experienced, I’m quite sure that you all have had more than enough of people trying to convince you. But I’m here before you this afternoon laying out the cold hard facts, the unedited facts at that. Michael Callahan, you desired my friendship. You desired my loyalty. You desired to partake in my steadfast ascension up the ranks of Asylum. But while you dwell in the past on what could have been and liken me to that one cute girl from high school because I sort of “got away,” I’m contemplating on not only what will be done but also on what has to be done. You have to recognize that you just can’t attack The Promise repeatedly and not endure any consequences.
It’s quite similar to the world of politics. We vote to entrust that competent leaders will govern justly and govern on behalf of the people. If the elected official fails to do that, then we will hold them accountable but also be gracious towards them and recognize that they are fallible human beings just like us. But if they continue to fail and continue to disregard their duties, then when the proper time comes we will exercise our liberty and vote him or her out of office. But if they do what they are supposed to do and do it to the best of their ability, the citizens will take notice of that and will attempt to vote him or her back into office for a second term.
With my whole heart, I feel that Michael Callahan has not only failed you or me, but he has failed America. 2016 will have been a bit too late for this man to pursue his political aspirations of travailing in the Oval Office. You must wake up while he’s only an APW megastar and see through his mind tricks and all of his reverse psychology. He has most likely influenced the way that some of you think of me, but I can assure you that I am by no means the culprit. Only a few months ago, he was more concerned with flaunting his lustrous Pro Life Championship belt than serving the people of this fine country and meeting their needs. But that’s why I am here. Recognizing that I am no deity but that I am Anthony Bailey and I bear the moniker of “The Promise” proudly and for a reason.
I have made multiple promises to various individuals in the past but this time around, something is different. Maybe that’s because I wasn’t forced to spend three nights inside of a Cleveland hospital due to a wounded back because of this man. Callahan, I am more than a “wealthy urbanite” as you so eloquently put it. I am the man who will proudly defeat you at Christmas Chaos next Sunday the twenty-third of December at Madison Square Garden. This match will be a great challenge for me because you are an extremely talented wrestler. While you will apparently be campaigning for Presidency in four years and aiming to reform the country, my principal hope is that you would reform your intentions and reform your soul.
Stop misleading these people and start owning up to your responsibility. To say that I deserved to be attacked because I constantly disrespected you and called you names is simply a cop out. You cannot control your temper and you acted out your frustration on me. Many would claim that you acted out of character during those times but you didn’t. This is the real you. The angry political scumbag from Kelso that thinks he is entitled to everything. For far too long you have paraded around here expecting hand outs, expecting World Title shots, and demanding respect from your Asylum colleagues. But honestly Michael, the only thing that you can expect come next Sunday night is an Anthony Bailey who has a vengeance and one who is focused on bringing you to ruins. This is personal because you made it that way. You couldn’t carry on like a man without me as an ally so you acted like a simpleton and tried to destroy me.
But my resilience is too much for you Callahan and you are well aware of that so it terrifies you. A Cleveland hospital or an autographed baseball bat from a retired Major League player that nobody cares about will not be the death of me or my career. The entire city of New York will have the chance to witness me do what I should have done ages ago and that is to lay you to rest. I need to put all of your foolish and malicious deeds to death. You of all people should know who I am Callahan. I am Anthony Bailey…APW’s only Promise…the only Promise that can't be broken. Until next time…
{{The scene slowly fades to black as Bailey exits the podium and only a few claps throughout the room are heard.}}[/color]
*Taken from APW’s Dec 9th Asylum in Cleveland, OH, One Night In Hell 2012 in Tokyo, Japan, and the Oct 14th Asylum in Beijing, China.[/color]
