Post by Anthony Bailey on Jan 13, 2013 22:58:12 GMT -4
"Uncertainty will always be part of the taking charge process." – Harold Geneen[/color]
{{The scene opens to the inside of Anthony Bailey’s luxurious townhouse located in St. Augustine, FL. As always, the procrastinator in Bailey has once again gotten the best of him as he is seen in his living room packing his bags for his early morning flight to Saskatoon, Saskatchewan, Canada for Monday Night Meltdown. He is clad in a white and black T-shirt that says "T.D.B." across the chest and blue jeans. A paperback copy of the book “Uncertainty: Turning Fear and Doubt into Fuel for Brilliance” by Jonathan Fields, his reading material for the eight hour plane ride to Canada, is spotted near his luggage on the black leather couch. His girlfriend Tasha, wearing a white tanktop and blue jeans, suddenly enters the room with a smile on her face.}}[/color]
Tasha: Babe…
{{With her soft sweet voice, Tasha ventures to get Bailey’s attention. He looks up and smiles back at her.}}[/color]
Anthony Bailey: Yes, sweetheart?
Tasha: Somebody’s here to see you.
{{Bailey sighs.}}[/color]
Anthony Bailey: Is it Rob? Tell him I’m a little busy and that I will call him later.
Rob was Bailey’s childhood friend. They unfortunately drifted apart during their teenage years because of Rob’s relocation to another city but somehow they both wound up at Flagler College together and picked up where they left off. Rob can easily aggravate the nerves of Bailey with his audacious comments and after his career took off with APW, Rob was always giving him a hard time about how they don’t hang out anymore because the wrestling business has “changed” him.[/color]
{{Precisely on cue, Bailey’s mentor Frank “The Tank” Cavalli emerges from behind Tasha with a big smile on his face.}}[/color]
Cavalli, of Italian descent, is Bailey’s mentor, close friend, and a former amateur wrestler. Anthony’s relationship with Frank was far beyond any other relationship he had developed while being active in FAWA. Anthony sees Frank as somewhat of a second father, even though his biological father Eddie is alive and their contingency is stronger than ever. Not to be stereotypical of his nationality but allegedly Frank has a couple of family members involved with the Mafia.
But Frank used wrestling as his outlet to lead an honest life and take care of his family. Though Cavalli longed to become a professional wrestler at some point, he remained amateur by choice. He was only ever offered unfair contracts by lackluster promotions, so it made perfect sense to stay running your own business, the FAWA, that was enabling you to keep your family afloat rather than become a slave to a dream some nominal pro wrestling guru was trying to sell you.[/color]
Frank Cavalli: Come on now kid, is that any way to treat the man who’s responsible for getting you where you’re at?
{{A surprised Bailey walks over to Frank and gives him a big hug. The two haven’t seen each other face to face in awhile and have only been communicating via text messaging.}}[/color]
Anthony Bailey: Tasha, why did you let this raggedy old man hobble into my home like this? You know that I don’t allow that type of rigmarole around here.
{{They all burst into laughter.}}[/color]
Frank Cavalli: There you go using those big words again. Who in the heck uses the world “rigmarole” in their everyday speech?
Anthony Bailey: It’s not a big word Frank, it’s just that things become more difficult to process with age.
{{Cavalli playfully slaps Bailey in the shoulder.}}[/color]
Frank Cavalli: Look here sonny boy, don’t make me beat you up in your own house.
{{Bailey snickers as he moves his luggage aside.}}[/color]
Anthony Bailey: How have you been though my man? Here…have a seat.
{{Cavalli sits on Bailey’s black leather couch.}}[/color]
Frank Cavalli: I’ve been great kiddo, how about yourself?
Anthony Bailey: Staying busy as always, you know how that goes…
Frank Cavalli: I most certainly do.
Tasha: How are Gloria and the kids doing?
Gloria Cavalli is Frank’s wife.[/color]
Frank Cavalli: Gloria and the kids are fine. We got to spend some time with her side of the family for the holidays so that was good. And the kids? They are growing nonstop. You probably wouldn’t recognize them if you saw them.
Anthony Bailey: That’s insane. Time really flies.
Frank Cavalli: It sure does. But they keep up with you. They watch Asylum all the time and are always bragging to their friends at school about how they know you.
{{Bailey grins.}}[/color]
Anthony Bailey: That’s hilarious!
Tasha: Awww, that’s so adorable. I have to stop by and visit them soon.
Frank Cavalli: Yeah you should whenever you are able to. They’d be so surprised and happy to see you…the both of you.
Anthony Bailey: It’s a done deal. As soon as I get back from Canada, we’ll drop by since a visit to the Cavalli household is long overdue.
Frank Cavalli: Sounds great! I’ll fire up the grill and we can all just catch up and have a good time. It’ll be like the old days.
Anthony Bailey: I’m looking forward to it...
Tasha: Can I get you anything to drink, Frank? Water, tea, coffee?
Frank Cavalli: A cup of tea sounds good.
Tasha: Okay. How about you babe? You want anything?
Anthony Bailey: I’m good for now dear, thanks though.
Tasha: Okay, I’ll be right back.
{{Tasha exits the room and walks towards the kitchen as the living room becomes silent. Anthony resumes packing as Frank begins to peer through Bailey’s Jonathan Fields book. After a few moments of silence, Frank breaks it with a question.}}[/color]
Frank Cavalli: Hey kid...is this book right here any good?
Anthony Bailey: Not sure quite yet. I planned on beginning it tomorrow morning on the plane.
Frank Cavalli: Oh nice, it looks pretty interesting. And speaking of books, I checked yours out. It was awesome! I ended up buying two copies just for me. Thank you for making me sound like some sort of superhero or something.
{{Bailey laughs.}}[/color]
Anthony Bailey: Well you know me Frank, I like to embellish a little bit. Supposedly it increases your sales.
{{Bailey laughs again as Frank glares at him sarcastically.}}[/color]
Frank Cavalli: Yeah yeah, whatever. But keep doing what you are doing Anthony. I am extremely proud of you. You’ve come a very long way since we first met.
Anthony Bailey: Thank you Frank. I know we’re always joking with one another and what not, but that means a lot. I’m eternally indebted to you for training me and showing me the ropes of this business.
Frank Cavalli: You just keep making those hefty monthly contributions to FAWA and we can call it even, okay?
{{Frank’s animated wittiness causes Anthony to shake his head, so Frank takes this opportunity of getting one up over Anthony as he resumes silence and once again begins to peruse through the pages of Anthony’s new book. Bailey stops packing and uses this moment of cessation of sound to address his opponents for tomorrow night’s Monday Night Meltdown, since he has yet to do so.}}[/color]
Anthony Bailey: As this man sitting right here in front of me always says, “the moment that one feels as if he is incapable of committing any blunders is the very stage that he is most prone to do so.” We’re only about two weeks into the new year, and after coming off of the heels of a successful inception to my career in 2012, things are already looking undeniably favorable for J-Hop, William D. Williams, and myself. The Tag Team Titles are now around our waists as of Christmas Chaos, a restructured and rejuvenated Dying Breed was unveiled last weekend on Asylum in Manchester, and given my frequent optimistic outlook on life; I expect things such as this to keep on happening. But with all of the countless blessings that are engrossing the life of The Promise right now, ever present before me is uncertainty…
{{Bailey gazes over at the book cover.}}[/color]
Uncertainty in all of its aspects, shapes, and sizes. Will I take 2013 by the reins and build on from my accolades of last year or will I fail to deliver and fade into obscurity like so many that came before me? Will I be a competent leader to The Dying Breed and a leader who can be trusted or will pride prevail over me and cause me to be blinded by my own authority? Will the Sons of the South walk through the doors of the Credit Union Center tomorrow night with a whole new game plan from before and catch J-Hop and I off guard? If anyone was going to ruin The Dying Breed’s chances during the Tag Team Title tournament and send us home early to partake in some fishing, it would’ve been Bane and Gooch.
And speaking of Gooch, our last go around allowed me to gain even more respect for the guy. I was quite vocal about how I was appreciative of him and the things that he was endeavoring to do going into our match, but coming out of it, I was like “Wow, this guy truly is the real deal.” It sort of had a Callahan countenance to it. The guy could get under your skin by bad mouthing you day after day but win or lose; you couldn’t deny this man’s gift and passion for the sport. Gooch, you possess a passion that is unrivaled in my humble opinion. Who wouldn’t be passionate about a prolific career and putting their family in a better financial situation?
But as vibrant as you are about wrestling, you seemed even more vibrant about labeling me and exposing me as a fraud without even really knowing who I honestly was. I am unsure if either you or Bane still hold to these same opinions about me and that’s where the majority of my ambiguity lies. J-Hop and I are prepared for what awaits us tomorrow night on Meltdown in Saskatoon. Last time, we were still trying to figure out our chemistry as a tag team and our roles in it since that was only our second match as one. But The Dying Breed now has their niche and we have it down pat. This is the kind of team that you will be encountering Gooch and Bane.
So the real question is will you two be ready? Will preconceived notions that you have about me hinder your ability to gain the victory? It did the last time and it was thoroughly obvious. You weren’t interested in delivering a worthwhile match to the fans Sons of the South; you were literally trying to destroy me. As much as I sound like a broken record time and time again, The Promise cannot be broken. Resilience is what defines me. Though I “lost” to Michael Callahan at Christmas Chaos, and this was after I had already put up a heck of a fight during the Tag Team Title match earlier that night, I didn’t tap out. The referee called for the match against my will. I was willing to lie on the mat unconscious in agonizing pain just to prove to Callahan and the rest of the APW that I do not relent with ease.
That’s the type of person that I am and those are the kind of people that I surround myself with. J-Hop, The Smooth One, whoever I choose to associate myself with is identified by that same distinct characteristic. And I believe deep down in my heart that you Gooch and Bane also don’t easily relent when it comes to physical prowess. But to me, that’s easy. Logging in a few more hours at the gym than normal would give a person like Screech the prowess of Arnold Schwarzenegger during his prime. It’s easy to laugh at America being fearful during the whole fiscal cliff negotiation fiasco and the price of milk possibly rising since you don’t have to buy milk from the store. You just pump it, cool it, homogenize it, and pasteurize it all right there on the farm.
Ease can be your objective Sons of the South, but where you fall short is when you make false assumptions about my motives. I might be uncertain about some things but one thing that I am certain of is that the Sons of the South will once again ingest the bitter taste of defeat at the hands of The Dying Breed. You know J-Hop pretty well. I mean how could you not? He’s the next big thing around here. And me? You know me also or at least you might think you do. But in case you have suffered some short-term memory loss down on the farm, I am Anthony Bailey…APW’s only Promise…the only Promise that can't be broken. Until tomorrow…
{{The scene slowly fades to black as Tasha re-enters the room to hand Frank his fresh piping hot mug of tea and Bailey continues to pack for his trip.}}[/color]
{{The scene opens to the inside of Anthony Bailey’s luxurious townhouse located in St. Augustine, FL. As always, the procrastinator in Bailey has once again gotten the best of him as he is seen in his living room packing his bags for his early morning flight to Saskatoon, Saskatchewan, Canada for Monday Night Meltdown. He is clad in a white and black T-shirt that says "T.D.B." across the chest and blue jeans. A paperback copy of the book “Uncertainty: Turning Fear and Doubt into Fuel for Brilliance” by Jonathan Fields, his reading material for the eight hour plane ride to Canada, is spotted near his luggage on the black leather couch. His girlfriend Tasha, wearing a white tanktop and blue jeans, suddenly enters the room with a smile on her face.}}[/color]
Tasha: Babe…
{{With her soft sweet voice, Tasha ventures to get Bailey’s attention. He looks up and smiles back at her.}}[/color]
Anthony Bailey: Yes, sweetheart?
Tasha: Somebody’s here to see you.
{{Bailey sighs.}}[/color]
Anthony Bailey: Is it Rob? Tell him I’m a little busy and that I will call him later.
Rob was Bailey’s childhood friend. They unfortunately drifted apart during their teenage years because of Rob’s relocation to another city but somehow they both wound up at Flagler College together and picked up where they left off. Rob can easily aggravate the nerves of Bailey with his audacious comments and after his career took off with APW, Rob was always giving him a hard time about how they don’t hang out anymore because the wrestling business has “changed” him.[/color]
{{Precisely on cue, Bailey’s mentor Frank “The Tank” Cavalli emerges from behind Tasha with a big smile on his face.}}[/color]
Cavalli, of Italian descent, is Bailey’s mentor, close friend, and a former amateur wrestler. Anthony’s relationship with Frank was far beyond any other relationship he had developed while being active in FAWA. Anthony sees Frank as somewhat of a second father, even though his biological father Eddie is alive and their contingency is stronger than ever. Not to be stereotypical of his nationality but allegedly Frank has a couple of family members involved with the Mafia.
But Frank used wrestling as his outlet to lead an honest life and take care of his family. Though Cavalli longed to become a professional wrestler at some point, he remained amateur by choice. He was only ever offered unfair contracts by lackluster promotions, so it made perfect sense to stay running your own business, the FAWA, that was enabling you to keep your family afloat rather than become a slave to a dream some nominal pro wrestling guru was trying to sell you.[/color]
Frank Cavalli: Come on now kid, is that any way to treat the man who’s responsible for getting you where you’re at?
{{A surprised Bailey walks over to Frank and gives him a big hug. The two haven’t seen each other face to face in awhile and have only been communicating via text messaging.}}[/color]
Anthony Bailey: Tasha, why did you let this raggedy old man hobble into my home like this? You know that I don’t allow that type of rigmarole around here.
{{They all burst into laughter.}}[/color]
Frank Cavalli: There you go using those big words again. Who in the heck uses the world “rigmarole” in their everyday speech?
Anthony Bailey: It’s not a big word Frank, it’s just that things become more difficult to process with age.
{{Cavalli playfully slaps Bailey in the shoulder.}}[/color]
Frank Cavalli: Look here sonny boy, don’t make me beat you up in your own house.
{{Bailey snickers as he moves his luggage aside.}}[/color]
Anthony Bailey: How have you been though my man? Here…have a seat.
{{Cavalli sits on Bailey’s black leather couch.}}[/color]
Frank Cavalli: I’ve been great kiddo, how about yourself?
Anthony Bailey: Staying busy as always, you know how that goes…
Frank Cavalli: I most certainly do.
Tasha: How are Gloria and the kids doing?
Gloria Cavalli is Frank’s wife.[/color]
Frank Cavalli: Gloria and the kids are fine. We got to spend some time with her side of the family for the holidays so that was good. And the kids? They are growing nonstop. You probably wouldn’t recognize them if you saw them.
Anthony Bailey: That’s insane. Time really flies.
Frank Cavalli: It sure does. But they keep up with you. They watch Asylum all the time and are always bragging to their friends at school about how they know you.
{{Bailey grins.}}[/color]
Anthony Bailey: That’s hilarious!
Tasha: Awww, that’s so adorable. I have to stop by and visit them soon.
Frank Cavalli: Yeah you should whenever you are able to. They’d be so surprised and happy to see you…the both of you.
Anthony Bailey: It’s a done deal. As soon as I get back from Canada, we’ll drop by since a visit to the Cavalli household is long overdue.
Frank Cavalli: Sounds great! I’ll fire up the grill and we can all just catch up and have a good time. It’ll be like the old days.
Anthony Bailey: I’m looking forward to it...
Tasha: Can I get you anything to drink, Frank? Water, tea, coffee?
Frank Cavalli: A cup of tea sounds good.
Tasha: Okay. How about you babe? You want anything?
Anthony Bailey: I’m good for now dear, thanks though.
Tasha: Okay, I’ll be right back.
{{Tasha exits the room and walks towards the kitchen as the living room becomes silent. Anthony resumes packing as Frank begins to peer through Bailey’s Jonathan Fields book. After a few moments of silence, Frank breaks it with a question.}}[/color]
Frank Cavalli: Hey kid...is this book right here any good?
Anthony Bailey: Not sure quite yet. I planned on beginning it tomorrow morning on the plane.
Frank Cavalli: Oh nice, it looks pretty interesting. And speaking of books, I checked yours out. It was awesome! I ended up buying two copies just for me. Thank you for making me sound like some sort of superhero or something.
{{Bailey laughs.}}[/color]
Anthony Bailey: Well you know me Frank, I like to embellish a little bit. Supposedly it increases your sales.
{{Bailey laughs again as Frank glares at him sarcastically.}}[/color]
Frank Cavalli: Yeah yeah, whatever. But keep doing what you are doing Anthony. I am extremely proud of you. You’ve come a very long way since we first met.
Anthony Bailey: Thank you Frank. I know we’re always joking with one another and what not, but that means a lot. I’m eternally indebted to you for training me and showing me the ropes of this business.
Frank Cavalli: You just keep making those hefty monthly contributions to FAWA and we can call it even, okay?
{{Frank’s animated wittiness causes Anthony to shake his head, so Frank takes this opportunity of getting one up over Anthony as he resumes silence and once again begins to peruse through the pages of Anthony’s new book. Bailey stops packing and uses this moment of cessation of sound to address his opponents for tomorrow night’s Monday Night Meltdown, since he has yet to do so.}}[/color]
Anthony Bailey: As this man sitting right here in front of me always says, “the moment that one feels as if he is incapable of committing any blunders is the very stage that he is most prone to do so.” We’re only about two weeks into the new year, and after coming off of the heels of a successful inception to my career in 2012, things are already looking undeniably favorable for J-Hop, William D. Williams, and myself. The Tag Team Titles are now around our waists as of Christmas Chaos, a restructured and rejuvenated Dying Breed was unveiled last weekend on Asylum in Manchester, and given my frequent optimistic outlook on life; I expect things such as this to keep on happening. But with all of the countless blessings that are engrossing the life of The Promise right now, ever present before me is uncertainty…
{{Bailey gazes over at the book cover.}}[/color]
Uncertainty in all of its aspects, shapes, and sizes. Will I take 2013 by the reins and build on from my accolades of last year or will I fail to deliver and fade into obscurity like so many that came before me? Will I be a competent leader to The Dying Breed and a leader who can be trusted or will pride prevail over me and cause me to be blinded by my own authority? Will the Sons of the South walk through the doors of the Credit Union Center tomorrow night with a whole new game plan from before and catch J-Hop and I off guard? If anyone was going to ruin The Dying Breed’s chances during the Tag Team Title tournament and send us home early to partake in some fishing, it would’ve been Bane and Gooch.
And speaking of Gooch, our last go around allowed me to gain even more respect for the guy. I was quite vocal about how I was appreciative of him and the things that he was endeavoring to do going into our match, but coming out of it, I was like “Wow, this guy truly is the real deal.” It sort of had a Callahan countenance to it. The guy could get under your skin by bad mouthing you day after day but win or lose; you couldn’t deny this man’s gift and passion for the sport. Gooch, you possess a passion that is unrivaled in my humble opinion. Who wouldn’t be passionate about a prolific career and putting their family in a better financial situation?
But as vibrant as you are about wrestling, you seemed even more vibrant about labeling me and exposing me as a fraud without even really knowing who I honestly was. I am unsure if either you or Bane still hold to these same opinions about me and that’s where the majority of my ambiguity lies. J-Hop and I are prepared for what awaits us tomorrow night on Meltdown in Saskatoon. Last time, we were still trying to figure out our chemistry as a tag team and our roles in it since that was only our second match as one. But The Dying Breed now has their niche and we have it down pat. This is the kind of team that you will be encountering Gooch and Bane.
So the real question is will you two be ready? Will preconceived notions that you have about me hinder your ability to gain the victory? It did the last time and it was thoroughly obvious. You weren’t interested in delivering a worthwhile match to the fans Sons of the South; you were literally trying to destroy me. As much as I sound like a broken record time and time again, The Promise cannot be broken. Resilience is what defines me. Though I “lost” to Michael Callahan at Christmas Chaos, and this was after I had already put up a heck of a fight during the Tag Team Title match earlier that night, I didn’t tap out. The referee called for the match against my will. I was willing to lie on the mat unconscious in agonizing pain just to prove to Callahan and the rest of the APW that I do not relent with ease.
That’s the type of person that I am and those are the kind of people that I surround myself with. J-Hop, The Smooth One, whoever I choose to associate myself with is identified by that same distinct characteristic. And I believe deep down in my heart that you Gooch and Bane also don’t easily relent when it comes to physical prowess. But to me, that’s easy. Logging in a few more hours at the gym than normal would give a person like Screech the prowess of Arnold Schwarzenegger during his prime. It’s easy to laugh at America being fearful during the whole fiscal cliff negotiation fiasco and the price of milk possibly rising since you don’t have to buy milk from the store. You just pump it, cool it, homogenize it, and pasteurize it all right there on the farm.
Ease can be your objective Sons of the South, but where you fall short is when you make false assumptions about my motives. I might be uncertain about some things but one thing that I am certain of is that the Sons of the South will once again ingest the bitter taste of defeat at the hands of The Dying Breed. You know J-Hop pretty well. I mean how could you not? He’s the next big thing around here. And me? You know me also or at least you might think you do. But in case you have suffered some short-term memory loss down on the farm, I am Anthony Bailey…APW’s only Promise…the only Promise that can't be broken. Until tomorrow…
{{The scene slowly fades to black as Tasha re-enters the room to hand Frank his fresh piping hot mug of tea and Bailey continues to pack for his trip.}}[/color]
