Post by Anthony Bailey on Dec 21, 2012 1:09:18 GMT -4
"Ability is what you're capable of doing. Motivation determines what you do. Attitude determines how well you do it." – Lou Holtz
Anthony Bailey wanted to be the best of the best and being on the brink of capturing his third title in only his first year of professional competition was a good way of setting the tone and doing so. But as one may know, setbacks of all facets occur. The latest setback was physically for Anthony Bailey. The doctor’s orders had given him the permission to wrestle two times in one night at APW’s next pay per view extravaganza, even though he suffered a brutal beatdown at the hands of Michael Callahan.
But did The Promise have the motivation to compete at his highest level twice during the same night? Yes he did but it was only because of J-Hop’s dedication. Had his tag team partner and stablemate’s mouth remained silent and not given him the provocation that he needed, Bailey would be entering Madison Square Garden on the 23rd of this month a much different person. But thank God for friends…true friends.
{{The scene opens to the inside of “Steel Gym," which is located in New York, NY. Steel Gym is one of the few independent gyms in New York City and it was just the facility that The Dying Breed needed to utilize in order to prepare for their upcoming triple threat tag team falls count anywhere elimination match for the vacant Tag Team Titles. Bailey and J-Hop are just now wrapping up their lunch, and even though their black and white “Dying Breed” T-shirts and basketball shorts are drenched in sweat, they are ready to continue their intense workout. But before doing so, J-Hop receives a phone call and picks it up. Bailey uses this time as his partner is occupied with other matters to let some things off of his chest.}}[/color]
Anthony Bailey: Just between you and I, this is one of the toughest workouts that I have ever had to experience. Not because I’m a Florida boy who is unable to cut it in a New York gym, but all of the difficulty is from being in a great deal of pain thanks to Michael Callahan deciding to mutilate the majority of the flesh on my back. He’ll get his at Christmas Chaos so I am not even worried about him. But what I am concerned about is running this race of being an APW megastar and being so close to the finish line where the gold awaits J-Hop and I. The race itself doesn’t concern me; it’s the hurdles that I will encounter along the way.
I have learned not to even lend valued consideration to all of the match predictions that I witness about me online time and time again. Nothing against our opponents Deruty, Speede, and M&M, but even the most gifted of mathematicians wouldn’t dare to count us, The Dying Breed, out. And speaking of our opponents, I was reading a little bit about Roy Speede online, and the similarities between the two of us are astounding. Just like me, Roy grew up as a devoted fan of this beloved sport. And now, the both of us obviously find ourselves enjoying this sport as a fulfilling career week after week and city after city. And though Roy started training and landed his first contract much earlier than I did, our journeys have brought us down congruent roads. He and I are now both relentlessly trying to do all that we can to climb the ranks and make a name for ourselves in the midst of this vast ocean of talent that we call APW.
But there’s one thing that we clearly do not have in common. It seems that The Silver Lining is on the brink of being wounded with a silver bullet by The Promise. His biography that I came across on Google reads, and I quote that Mr. Speede “has made his way to the APW, hoping to follow in the footsteps of fellow WCF Alum Jason Kash.” Now the key of being well versed in an important subject such as history is so one cannot only retain the information, but also so one does not repeat it as well. If Roy wants to follow in the footsteps of The Influence, then so be it. Gazing through the conduits of history shows that it was Jason Kash whom I defeated to gain a championship belt. The event was Test For The Best, the match was APW’s first ever Lumberjack match, and the anticipation was immense just like the anticipation for Christmas Chaos.
My victory over Jason Kash that night was my claim to fame. Everything that was going on at the time on Asylum was frankly a precursor to that event. Anthony Bailey, the rookie who was the underdog and the rookie that didn’t fare too well in any of the ongoing prediction discussions and the rookie who simply wasn’t ready for a responsibility such as holding the World Title, overcame the odds and prevailed. So Speede, do both J-Hop and I a favor and follow in this man’s footsteps. Kash is one of the most talented people in the history of this company and of the sport itself, and by the looks of things; you are also a gifted individual. But physical endowment didn’t save Kash from me this past summer at Test For The Best and it will not save you and your tag partner Donald Deruty at Christmas Chaos either.
The Dying Breed is focused and as cliché as that sounds, it’s legitimate. People have doubted if J-Hop can live up to his full potential. From time to time, I hear certain people speculating and saying “he was drafted to Asylum from Meltdown months ago and what has he done so far that’s significant?” And when they aren’t attempting to intrude on J-Hop and his privacy, it’s mine they’re after. “Look at Bailey. He was never a real World Champion to begin with. The only reason he recruited Jair and Krunk is so he can feel good about himself and actually feel like a leader after failing to lead Asylum and APW as a credible Champion in the first place.” We are not oblivious to what is being said about us behind our backs. We know exactly what is going on but we choose to not let any of that he say she say rubbish derail us.
I kind of chuckled over the fact of Deruty saying that J-Hop and I are frightened by what he and Speede have accomplished during their careers thus far. If we should be frightened, then they should be petrified to the umpteenth degree when it comes to us. Now forgive me for this assumption if it is indeed inaccurate, but anything noteworthy that I have ever heard about you two is your win over Envikado. And though you scored the win over an amazing team, the term “upset” is always used. You weren’t expected to come out on top. I’m fully acquainted with being the underdog and always being bet against, but I have only used that as fuel during my short career. It was the ample amount of fuel that I needed to arrive to my destinations. My destination of outlasting five other megastars to become the Tap Out Champion.
Bailey came out on top at Rasslemania during a tournament to decide the new Tap Out Champion. Chaz Dillinger, Kid Dynamo, Dan Quinn, "The One" Adam Young, and Jason “Bacon” Andrews were all participants in the tournament.[/color]
My destination of winning the World Title when thirteen lumberjacks wanted to demolish me for good. Though I am the underdog ninety percent of the time, it’s not a surprise that The Dying Breed advanced to the tag team tournament finals. We’ve always worked hard for whatever opportunities came our way and this time was no different. But for you guys, for it to be a shocker to the masses that you made it this far and wound up in the championship finals should communicate a message. The talent is there but in this business, you need more than talent to get you by. You need to be able to abide and to persevere. One win over Envikado says nothing of your sustaining power. It does nothing to prove why you should be the Tag Team Champions and not anyone else.
There’s no telling how many little boys in Gary, Indiana in the mid to late nineteen sixties were able to carry a tune and possessed the talent of singing but how and why did Michael Joseph Jackson, out of all of them, emerge and go on to become arguably the greatest entertainer of all time? Because he sacrificed. It was more than his voice just being pleasant on the ears; it was because of what he was willing to endure. Deruty…Speede…you don’t have to prove anything to me. You have thousands of fans watching your every move waiting to see what else you are capable of besides one noticeable win. Make me eat my words and prove to all of them at Christmas Chaos that what I am saying is a bunch of gibberish. If you are able to silence J-Hop and myself, then you might very well occupy the tenacity that I thought you lacked. But if I’m right, this supposed road to greatness that you’re traveling on will truly be unveiled as only a mere detour. Nothing more…nothing less.
That brings me to M&M, Logan Alexander and Aubrey J. Parker. Nothing says rising stars like these two and I’m not at all being facetious. Aubrey was only a centimeters distance within defeating Sally Talfourd and becoming the next World Heavyweight Champion. What a bittersweet moment that would have been for me. I always root for the underdog since I can empathize, but if you had won that night Aubrey, I would’ve felt as if the new draftee was being shown a boat load of favoritism while I got the stiff arm from Schmidt and The Food Network since I never even had the chance to get my title rematch after One Night In Hell. But the past is the past and if you know The Promise, you know that I am not one to dwell in the past.
I am a man of the future. I exist in the present but am always planning for tomorrow and the following days to come. Aubrey…Logan…J-Hop and I have already planned on winning the Tag Team Titles and reconstructing the tag team division from the ground up. And not because we’re the solution to the predicament that the tag team division has been in for the past few months, but it’s because we’re ready to take on the responsibility of doing so. We’ve prepared ourselves mentally for what awaits us and as you can see, we are in the process of physically preparing ourselves as well. You are a former North American Champion Aubrey and Logan is the current North American Champion so you both know good and well what it means to be a champion.
But Aubrey’s tweets clearly shows that she’s not ready for this task post Christmas Chaos. The task of spearheading the tag team division along with Logan and leading it to new heights in 2013. You two seem to be putting in extra hours at the gym and that’s good but from the looks of things, it looks like you are more concerned with The Hobbit than anything else. Now balancing your content on social media is the key to showing the fans that we’re regular people just like them, and Aubrey, you do a great job at that. But where you fall short is showing your impairment of being overly concerned with going to watch the latest movie or hanging out with your girlfriends. You can tweet how you and Logan are bound to be the next Tag Team Champions all you want, but The Dying Breed have yet to be convinced. Actions speak much more emphatically than words Ms. Parker.
What champion or individual do you know that wasn’t focused on the prize one hundred and ten percent of the time? Not Michael Jordan, not Bill Russell, not Larry Bird, not Jerome Bettis, and not Derek Jeter. I cannot read another man’s innermost thoughts but when the playoffs rolled around, it was playoff time. I am pretty confident that leisure was assumed but it wasn’t overly emphasized and premature vacation plans after the championship game weren’t being laid out. Early celebration had to be shunned because one slip up meant that the opponent could gain the upper hand and change the entire course of the outcome.
And that has been my observations on Twitter, Aubrey. An early celebration for a fantasy that has yet to arrive. A fantasy that The Dying Breed will cause to turn a one eighty and become a nightmare for M&M. Like I said before, you guys are both great competitors and we know that it won’t be an easy task defeating you two. You might be hungry to ease the ongoing public tension between you two and show the world that differences can be laid aside and championship gold can still be won. But The Dying Breed is hungrier. Aubrey, you might desire to don a piece of gold around your petite waist once again to see how it feels but The Dying Breed desire it more. One, because as a two time champion I personally know what it feels like and secondly, J-Hop has never felt that before and it’s about time that he does.
The finish line is so imminent for The Dying Breed but we know that when this race is finished, the marathon begins. We plan on celebrating and what not, but the real test of not only talent but also character comes after Christmas Chaos. We don’t plan on rejoicing at an inopportune time such as M&M and we don’t plan on having high hopes for the sake of what occurred in the past like Deruty and Speede, but we plan on pressing forward to the end. I’ve grown weary in this race with Callahan injuring my back. I’ve even grown somewhat weary in this tag team title tournament. I’ve grown weary in having to constantly defend the motives of The Dying Breed as a faction. But The Promise and J-Hop will press on. With sweat pouring and fatigue at an all time high in our frail earthly frames, we will cross that finish line.
Even if that means becoming targets of every tag team on the APW roster so be it. Whatever comes our way after we cross that finish line at Christmas Chaos inside of the Madison Square Garden right here in the city of New York, we’re ready.
{{J-Hop, with phone in hand, suddenly walks up to Bailey.}}[/color]
J-Hop: My bad bro, I apologize for that but I’m good now….you ready to get back to what we were doing?
Anthony Bailey: That was perfect timing because I’m ready.
J-Hop: Cool. Well, just finish doing what you are doing and I’ll be right over there.
{{J-Hop points towards the direction of the treadmill right before walking over to it.}}[/color]
Anthony Bailey: Well it looks like my time here is up. Christmas Chaos is right around the corner and this man standing right here by my side and who will endlessly fight alongside of me until the death of him is Jair “J-Hop” Hopkins and 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 The Dying Breed resume their workout.}}[/color]
Anthony Bailey wanted to be the best of the best and being on the brink of capturing his third title in only his first year of professional competition was a good way of setting the tone and doing so. But as one may know, setbacks of all facets occur. The latest setback was physically for Anthony Bailey. The doctor’s orders had given him the permission to wrestle two times in one night at APW’s next pay per view extravaganza, even though he suffered a brutal beatdown at the hands of Michael Callahan.
But did The Promise have the motivation to compete at his highest level twice during the same night? Yes he did but it was only because of J-Hop’s dedication. Had his tag team partner and stablemate’s mouth remained silent and not given him the provocation that he needed, Bailey would be entering Madison Square Garden on the 23rd of this month a much different person. But thank God for friends…true friends.
{{The scene opens to the inside of “Steel Gym," which is located in New York, NY. Steel Gym is one of the few independent gyms in New York City and it was just the facility that The Dying Breed needed to utilize in order to prepare for their upcoming triple threat tag team falls count anywhere elimination match for the vacant Tag Team Titles. Bailey and J-Hop are just now wrapping up their lunch, and even though their black and white “Dying Breed” T-shirts and basketball shorts are drenched in sweat, they are ready to continue their intense workout. But before doing so, J-Hop receives a phone call and picks it up. Bailey uses this time as his partner is occupied with other matters to let some things off of his chest.}}[/color]
Anthony Bailey: Just between you and I, this is one of the toughest workouts that I have ever had to experience. Not because I’m a Florida boy who is unable to cut it in a New York gym, but all of the difficulty is from being in a great deal of pain thanks to Michael Callahan deciding to mutilate the majority of the flesh on my back. He’ll get his at Christmas Chaos so I am not even worried about him. But what I am concerned about is running this race of being an APW megastar and being so close to the finish line where the gold awaits J-Hop and I. The race itself doesn’t concern me; it’s the hurdles that I will encounter along the way.
I have learned not to even lend valued consideration to all of the match predictions that I witness about me online time and time again. Nothing against our opponents Deruty, Speede, and M&M, but even the most gifted of mathematicians wouldn’t dare to count us, The Dying Breed, out. And speaking of our opponents, I was reading a little bit about Roy Speede online, and the similarities between the two of us are astounding. Just like me, Roy grew up as a devoted fan of this beloved sport. And now, the both of us obviously find ourselves enjoying this sport as a fulfilling career week after week and city after city. And though Roy started training and landed his first contract much earlier than I did, our journeys have brought us down congruent roads. He and I are now both relentlessly trying to do all that we can to climb the ranks and make a name for ourselves in the midst of this vast ocean of talent that we call APW.
But there’s one thing that we clearly do not have in common. It seems that The Silver Lining is on the brink of being wounded with a silver bullet by The Promise. His biography that I came across on Google reads, and I quote that Mr. Speede “has made his way to the APW, hoping to follow in the footsteps of fellow WCF Alum Jason Kash.” Now the key of being well versed in an important subject such as history is so one cannot only retain the information, but also so one does not repeat it as well. If Roy wants to follow in the footsteps of The Influence, then so be it. Gazing through the conduits of history shows that it was Jason Kash whom I defeated to gain a championship belt. The event was Test For The Best, the match was APW’s first ever Lumberjack match, and the anticipation was immense just like the anticipation for Christmas Chaos.
My victory over Jason Kash that night was my claim to fame. Everything that was going on at the time on Asylum was frankly a precursor to that event. Anthony Bailey, the rookie who was the underdog and the rookie that didn’t fare too well in any of the ongoing prediction discussions and the rookie who simply wasn’t ready for a responsibility such as holding the World Title, overcame the odds and prevailed. So Speede, do both J-Hop and I a favor and follow in this man’s footsteps. Kash is one of the most talented people in the history of this company and of the sport itself, and by the looks of things; you are also a gifted individual. But physical endowment didn’t save Kash from me this past summer at Test For The Best and it will not save you and your tag partner Donald Deruty at Christmas Chaos either.
The Dying Breed is focused and as cliché as that sounds, it’s legitimate. People have doubted if J-Hop can live up to his full potential. From time to time, I hear certain people speculating and saying “he was drafted to Asylum from Meltdown months ago and what has he done so far that’s significant?” And when they aren’t attempting to intrude on J-Hop and his privacy, it’s mine they’re after. “Look at Bailey. He was never a real World Champion to begin with. The only reason he recruited Jair and Krunk is so he can feel good about himself and actually feel like a leader after failing to lead Asylum and APW as a credible Champion in the first place.” We are not oblivious to what is being said about us behind our backs. We know exactly what is going on but we choose to not let any of that he say she say rubbish derail us.
I kind of chuckled over the fact of Deruty saying that J-Hop and I are frightened by what he and Speede have accomplished during their careers thus far. If we should be frightened, then they should be petrified to the umpteenth degree when it comes to us. Now forgive me for this assumption if it is indeed inaccurate, but anything noteworthy that I have ever heard about you two is your win over Envikado. And though you scored the win over an amazing team, the term “upset” is always used. You weren’t expected to come out on top. I’m fully acquainted with being the underdog and always being bet against, but I have only used that as fuel during my short career. It was the ample amount of fuel that I needed to arrive to my destinations. My destination of outlasting five other megastars to become the Tap Out Champion.
Bailey came out on top at Rasslemania during a tournament to decide the new Tap Out Champion. Chaz Dillinger, Kid Dynamo, Dan Quinn, "The One" Adam Young, and Jason “Bacon” Andrews were all participants in the tournament.[/color]
My destination of winning the World Title when thirteen lumberjacks wanted to demolish me for good. Though I am the underdog ninety percent of the time, it’s not a surprise that The Dying Breed advanced to the tag team tournament finals. We’ve always worked hard for whatever opportunities came our way and this time was no different. But for you guys, for it to be a shocker to the masses that you made it this far and wound up in the championship finals should communicate a message. The talent is there but in this business, you need more than talent to get you by. You need to be able to abide and to persevere. One win over Envikado says nothing of your sustaining power. It does nothing to prove why you should be the Tag Team Champions and not anyone else.
There’s no telling how many little boys in Gary, Indiana in the mid to late nineteen sixties were able to carry a tune and possessed the talent of singing but how and why did Michael Joseph Jackson, out of all of them, emerge and go on to become arguably the greatest entertainer of all time? Because he sacrificed. It was more than his voice just being pleasant on the ears; it was because of what he was willing to endure. Deruty…Speede…you don’t have to prove anything to me. You have thousands of fans watching your every move waiting to see what else you are capable of besides one noticeable win. Make me eat my words and prove to all of them at Christmas Chaos that what I am saying is a bunch of gibberish. If you are able to silence J-Hop and myself, then you might very well occupy the tenacity that I thought you lacked. But if I’m right, this supposed road to greatness that you’re traveling on will truly be unveiled as only a mere detour. Nothing more…nothing less.
That brings me to M&M, Logan Alexander and Aubrey J. Parker. Nothing says rising stars like these two and I’m not at all being facetious. Aubrey was only a centimeters distance within defeating Sally Talfourd and becoming the next World Heavyweight Champion. What a bittersweet moment that would have been for me. I always root for the underdog since I can empathize, but if you had won that night Aubrey, I would’ve felt as if the new draftee was being shown a boat load of favoritism while I got the stiff arm from Schmidt and The Food Network since I never even had the chance to get my title rematch after One Night In Hell. But the past is the past and if you know The Promise, you know that I am not one to dwell in the past.
I am a man of the future. I exist in the present but am always planning for tomorrow and the following days to come. Aubrey…Logan…J-Hop and I have already planned on winning the Tag Team Titles and reconstructing the tag team division from the ground up. And not because we’re the solution to the predicament that the tag team division has been in for the past few months, but it’s because we’re ready to take on the responsibility of doing so. We’ve prepared ourselves mentally for what awaits us and as you can see, we are in the process of physically preparing ourselves as well. You are a former North American Champion Aubrey and Logan is the current North American Champion so you both know good and well what it means to be a champion.
But Aubrey’s tweets clearly shows that she’s not ready for this task post Christmas Chaos. The task of spearheading the tag team division along with Logan and leading it to new heights in 2013. You two seem to be putting in extra hours at the gym and that’s good but from the looks of things, it looks like you are more concerned with The Hobbit than anything else. Now balancing your content on social media is the key to showing the fans that we’re regular people just like them, and Aubrey, you do a great job at that. But where you fall short is showing your impairment of being overly concerned with going to watch the latest movie or hanging out with your girlfriends. You can tweet how you and Logan are bound to be the next Tag Team Champions all you want, but The Dying Breed have yet to be convinced. Actions speak much more emphatically than words Ms. Parker.
What champion or individual do you know that wasn’t focused on the prize one hundred and ten percent of the time? Not Michael Jordan, not Bill Russell, not Larry Bird, not Jerome Bettis, and not Derek Jeter. I cannot read another man’s innermost thoughts but when the playoffs rolled around, it was playoff time. I am pretty confident that leisure was assumed but it wasn’t overly emphasized and premature vacation plans after the championship game weren’t being laid out. Early celebration had to be shunned because one slip up meant that the opponent could gain the upper hand and change the entire course of the outcome.
And that has been my observations on Twitter, Aubrey. An early celebration for a fantasy that has yet to arrive. A fantasy that The Dying Breed will cause to turn a one eighty and become a nightmare for M&M. Like I said before, you guys are both great competitors and we know that it won’t be an easy task defeating you two. You might be hungry to ease the ongoing public tension between you two and show the world that differences can be laid aside and championship gold can still be won. But The Dying Breed is hungrier. Aubrey, you might desire to don a piece of gold around your petite waist once again to see how it feels but The Dying Breed desire it more. One, because as a two time champion I personally know what it feels like and secondly, J-Hop has never felt that before and it’s about time that he does.
The finish line is so imminent for The Dying Breed but we know that when this race is finished, the marathon begins. We plan on celebrating and what not, but the real test of not only talent but also character comes after Christmas Chaos. We don’t plan on rejoicing at an inopportune time such as M&M and we don’t plan on having high hopes for the sake of what occurred in the past like Deruty and Speede, but we plan on pressing forward to the end. I’ve grown weary in this race with Callahan injuring my back. I’ve even grown somewhat weary in this tag team title tournament. I’ve grown weary in having to constantly defend the motives of The Dying Breed as a faction. But The Promise and J-Hop will press on. With sweat pouring and fatigue at an all time high in our frail earthly frames, we will cross that finish line.
Even if that means becoming targets of every tag team on the APW roster so be it. Whatever comes our way after we cross that finish line at Christmas Chaos inside of the Madison Square Garden right here in the city of New York, we’re ready.
{{J-Hop, with phone in hand, suddenly walks up to Bailey.}}[/color]
J-Hop: My bad bro, I apologize for that but I’m good now….you ready to get back to what we were doing?
Anthony Bailey: That was perfect timing because I’m ready.
J-Hop: Cool. Well, just finish doing what you are doing and I’ll be right over there.
{{J-Hop points towards the direction of the treadmill right before walking over to it.}}[/color]
Anthony Bailey: Well it looks like my time here is up. Christmas Chaos is right around the corner and this man standing right here by my side and who will endlessly fight alongside of me until the death of him is Jair “J-Hop” Hopkins and 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 The Dying Breed resume their workout.}}[/color]
