Post by Anthony Bailey on Apr 15, 2013 12:00:40 GMT -4
**This promo was filmed around 6:00PM Friday evening, April 12th.** (The editing to this RP was a coding fix. No words were added.)
"The best revenge is to be unlike him who performed the injury." - Marcus Aurelius
Was Aurelius, the ancient Stoic philosopher and emperor, on to something? Where did Hammurabi’s “eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth” come into play with Bailey’s hellacious experience in Montevideo? Jason Kash has gone out of his way to show Bailey that he was not kidding around.
{{The scene opens to the front porch of Anthony Bailey’s luxurious townhouse in St. Augustine, FL. His weeklong tour of South America, specifically of Montevideo and Rio de Janeiro with the other members of The Dying Breed, had ceased for the time being. He would return to the continent tomorrow and embark on a trip to Lima, Peru with Jair Hopkins and William D. Williams for Meltdown. He was grateful for the insufficient amount of free time he had to relax and unwind; grateful until he unlocks the front door and steps inside. Bailey discovers that his place had been ransacked. Clad in a black and white Dying Breed T-shirt, black sweatpants, and a pair of black and white Nike sneakers, Bailey drops his bags in astonishment. Immediately hearing some noises coming from the bathroom area, he rushes to the kitchen and opens up one of the drawers next to the refrigerator. Noticing a sloppily spray painted “F.P.” across the front of the fridge and sliced up pictures of himself scattered across the kitchen floor, Bailey shakes his head, reaches into the drawer, and pulls out an extremely sharp knife. Armed and ready, he cautiously makes his way towards the bathroom. He turns to face the camera.}}[/color]
Anthony Bailey: Hopefully this knife will do the trick. I don’t think that the firearm will be necessary…I want whoever did this to my house to suffer and getting shot would be way too easy in my opinion…
{{Bailey refocuses his attention on the muffled sound in the bathroom. Quietly placing his ear against the door, he reaches for the handle while whispering.}}[/color]
I don’t know what’s going on behind this door, but whoever it is will regret this day for the rest of their life. Cover me if things get out of hand.
{{The cameraman, more than likely not even trained for combat, nods as the camera moves up and down a few times.}}[/color]
Well…here goes nothing...
{{Bailey quickly turns the door handle and rushes into the bathroom wielding the knife. No intruder is present to Bailey’s surprise, only his ex girlfriend Tasha, who is tied in a sitting position on the toilet. Wearing a tattered white tanktop and blue jeans and with a mixture of mascara and tears running down her face, Bailey is gripped with compassion as he drops his knife on the floor. Overlooking her less than stellar physical appearance and the heavy foul aroma filling the air, Bailey walks over to her and slowly begins to peel the duct tape off of her mouth.}}[/color]
Bailey had not seen Tasha face to face ever since she called off their nearly five year relationship back in January. They communicated via text messages and through occasional phone calls, but Bailey finally had the opportunity to come face to face with the woman who shattered his heart into a million pieces. But because of the calamitous circumstances of her kidnapping by Jason Kash, Bailey has decided to put his emotions on the back burner and come to the aid of the woman who was such a vital part of his life for the last couple of years. Regardless of how he currently felt about her or how she handled the events from January, he wanted to avenge her unjust attack at any cost.[/color]
Tasha: Oh my God Anthony!!! Oh my God, oh my God!!!!! I’m so happy to see you!!! Please help me!!
{{With her mouth no longer bound by duct tape, Tasha is relieved to finally be able to communicate again. Bailey, filled with anger, continues to untie her.}}[/color]
Anthony Bailey: Who did this to you??!! I’ll kill them!
Tasha: It was Kash. I mean his friends Reaver and Michael Lively helped him out too but it was all Kash. He was the mastermind behind everything.
Anthony Bailey: AHHHHH!! I’M GOING TO MURDER THAT BASTARD!!!
Bailey was not one to use strong or foul language because of his Christian upbringing and because he felt that profanity was an easy cop out for people who had difficulty expressing themselves. Even him using the term “bastard” outside of its proper context proved that Jason Kash could push his buttons like no other.[/color]
Tasha: I was so so scared...I had no idea what to do. But I’m glad you are here baby…you saved my life…
{{Trying hard not to overthink her referring to him as “baby” or even the current stage of their relationship status, Bailey pretends as if he didn’t hear that portion of her statement and proceeds as normal.}}[/color]
Anthony Bailey: How long have you been here??? I bet you haven’t eaten in days, you must be starving! I’ll get you anything, what do you want?
Tasha: He brought me here earlier today. He had a copy of your flight itinerary and knew exactly when you would be getting back from Brazil. He said that he wanted to make sure that you returned to a nice little gift when you got back home from vacation...
Bailey loved surprises, just not on this context.[/color]
Anthony Bailey: The nerve of that man! I pray to God that I literally do not harm him the next time we cross paths with each other.
Bailey was now trying to avoid the topic of Jason Kash at all costs due to his rising anger. The last thing he needed was to be distracted from his big Tag Team Title defense coming up on Meltdown in Lima.[/color]
Look, this is totally up to you but…I don’t want you going back to your apartment alone tonight. It’s probably not safe there for you so you can stay here. Stay here as long as you want, at least until this whole thing settles down a bit.
{{Tasha begins to smile with her eyes.}}[/color]
Tasha: Yes Anthony, I would love to stay. I feel safe here.
{{Their eyes lock as Bailey unties the last knot around Tasha’s leg.}}[/color]
Anthony Bailey: You can take the room and I’ll take the couch.
Tasha: Are you sure?
Because they had known one another so well, Bailey knew what she was asking when she said “Are you sure?” The two had always slept in the same bed together, unless an unsettled argument caused Anthony to spend the night on the couch. But Bailey was just being mindful of their friendship. They were no longer boyfriend and girlfriend so Bailey saw no need to sleep in the same bed with her any longer. It would compromise everything.[/color]
Anthony Bailey: I’m positive. Just be sure to call your mother and let her know that everything is alright and that you’re safe over here with me.
Tasha: Okay but I’m going to shower first. I haven’t showered in almost a week. I didn’t want Kash to see me naked and end up raping me or something heinous like that.
Anthony Bailey: Thank God he didn’t. That would’ve given me more justification to knock the rest of his teeth out, even though I had already planned on doing so.
Tasha: Seriously. After I’m done showering though, I will call my mom. And as I’m doing that, you can call the cops and report Kash. He can’t get away with this…not like the last time…
{{Bailey hesitantly replies.}}[/color]
Anthony Bailey: Okay, that sounds like a plan.
Bailey lied to Tasha because he didn’t plan on calling the cops at all. It was a condition of Kash to not get the cops involved this time around and he wanted to honor that, although Kash has dishonored Bailey to the point of no return.[/color]
{{Tasha exits the bathroom as Bailey gathers up the rope used to constrain her and the knife he had dropped earlier. Trying to locate the source of the awful smell, Bailey looks behind the shower curtain and under the sink but to no avail. He then lifts up the toilet seat to find a huge load of excrement. Nearly throwing up, he flushes the toilet in a hurry. Assuming the dung was another one of Kash’s gifts, Bailey shakes his head, shuts off the bathroom light, and exits the room. The scene slowly fades out and shifts to Bailey seated on his black leather couch in the living room. Freshly changed into a plain white T-shirt and blue basketball shorts, the damage done to his home while he was away has been tidied up as much as possible, so he can finally rest. Tasha has retreated to the bedroom and closed the door, not wanting to deal with a camera or with any of the attention that has surrounded her lately. Staring directly into the camera, Bailey slowly begins to speak.}}[/color]
This is not quite exactly how I pictured my glorious vacation coming to an end. A week after calming my mind from all of the anxieties that life and the pro wrestling business can bring in Rio de Janeiro alongside J-Hop and William D. Williams, I come back to a world of chaos thanks to Jason Kash. Apparently, he broke into my home again but this time he must have smartened up and covered his tracks because there’s no actual proof of his abomination this time around, at least not apart from Tasha’s testimony. If he was attempting to prove a point, then mission accomplished because he certainly did. The mental aftermath for me wants to automatically default to resentment, but one should never operate in anger because anger rarely resolves anything.
In reality, it only adds fuel to the fire. But The Promise is a bigger man than this so I refuse to let that man get the best of me. I renounce being a slave to my current circumstances. I will just convert all of this negative energy into positive energy and use it to The Dying Breed’s benefit on Meltdown. And don’t get me wrong, my apathy towards Kash will not be apathy towards Goochville…but it certainly will not be fury either. I mean for crying out loud, Gooch spent his Super Bowl with The Dying Breed and my mother eating some delicious barbecue at the house that I grew up. If I didn’t think highly of this man, I would have never invited him into the confines of the home that I was raised in. Gooch and I probably got off on the wrong foot when we first crossed paths last year, but the guy is a phenomenal person inside and outside of the ring.
Overdrive is known to frequently highlight the names of Level One, CJ Gates, Evan Envi, Biggs, AC Smith, and now Michael Callahan. And rightfully so because those men are the elite of this business, but if we’re talking about pound for pound raw talent and potential, Buckson Gooch’s name belongs up there with the best of them. Technically he never needed a Mac Bane or a Tommy Knoxville in his corner, he has the capacity to survive and thrive in this sport all by himself. Goochville will absolutely be the test that I need for Mayhem, but I am trying my best to not be overly consumed with an event that is still more than a whole month away. The Promise needs to reside in the here and now and presently, The Dying Breed’s Tag Team Titles are at stake…
Being the overlooked and under appreciated underdogs that Hopkins and I are, we’ve been sure to do whatever it takes to make no room for speculation. Speculation from us but more importantly, speculation from others. We are the guys who have been known to rise to the occasion at the appointed hour but by the opinions of some, such as Aubrey J. Parker, we lack the sustaining power of championship retention. But if one is not title worthy, how did he even ascend to that level in the first place? If you want to pull the fluke card, then go ahead. Some megastars believe that fluke victories live under every rock, just like some religious fanatics believe that there is a demon under every rock or behind every bush. To call my title victories at Rasslemania VIII and Test For The Best or to call The Dying Breed’s first Tag Team Title reign at Christmas Chaos a “fluke” is a stretch and a pure cop out from an individual who refuses to give credit where it is due.
Gooch has given the necessary credit to The Dying Breed and has acknowledged us as competent performers inside the square circle, but I’m not sold on this Knoxville guy one bit. He’s been known to evade authority and rebel if provoked but it appears as if he is the one doing all of the provoking going into our match. We have no clue when it comes to the American Highlife huh? Since when has the right hand man of a true megastar ever felt this entitled? There must be something in the water over there on Meltdown because this is absolutely absurd. Knoxville, you are nothing but the Marlon Jackson to Buckson’s Michael, the Todd Bridges to his Gary Coleman, the Judy Winslow to his Urkel. Buckson is the real star of the team and you are just tagging, pun intended, along for the ride.
You might be a likeable guy underneath all of that pride you emanate oh so well Knoxville, but Gooch has definitely had some questionable associations in the past. Take Bane for instance. I was unsure if he was Gooch’s tag team partner or his parakeet. Though he was talented in his own right just like you are, he couldn’t stand on his own two feet. He echoed almost every single word that proceeded forth from Gooch’s mouth and it got very old really quick. I wanted to get into the mind of Mac Bane and explore his worldview and how he truly felt about me, but his mentality was simply a carbon copy of Gooch’s. At least I can say that you are your own man Knoxville. A man who greatly lacks guidance and maturity but at least you are your own…
The American Highlife will be humbled and brought to the lowest point of his career this coming Meltdown. Take a page from your partner’s book and learn from his mistakes. Gooch wrongly assumed things about me at first as well but look at us now. We’re on good terms but it was at the expense of his pride. I had no problem showing Gooch what I was capable of bringing to the table and with The Dying Breed’s Tag Titles on the line, you better believe that we will do whatever it takes to not only retain, but to prove a point to you Tommy Knoxville and to the rest of the people who will witness this on Meltdown. Knoxville might know about me, but he doesn’t know me personally. But Gooch on the other hand knows me pretty well. Though he wrongly labeled me as a fraud from the gate, he now knows the truth…the truth of Anthony Bailey…APW’s only Promise…the only Promise that can't be broken. Not by Kash, not by anyone. Until Meltdown guys…
{{The scene slowly fades to black as Bailey aims to relax from the events of the past few hours.}}[/color]
"The best revenge is to be unlike him who performed the injury." - Marcus Aurelius
Was Aurelius, the ancient Stoic philosopher and emperor, on to something? Where did Hammurabi’s “eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth” come into play with Bailey’s hellacious experience in Montevideo? Jason Kash has gone out of his way to show Bailey that he was not kidding around.
{{The scene opens to the front porch of Anthony Bailey’s luxurious townhouse in St. Augustine, FL. His weeklong tour of South America, specifically of Montevideo and Rio de Janeiro with the other members of The Dying Breed, had ceased for the time being. He would return to the continent tomorrow and embark on a trip to Lima, Peru with Jair Hopkins and William D. Williams for Meltdown. He was grateful for the insufficient amount of free time he had to relax and unwind; grateful until he unlocks the front door and steps inside. Bailey discovers that his place had been ransacked. Clad in a black and white Dying Breed T-shirt, black sweatpants, and a pair of black and white Nike sneakers, Bailey drops his bags in astonishment. Immediately hearing some noises coming from the bathroom area, he rushes to the kitchen and opens up one of the drawers next to the refrigerator. Noticing a sloppily spray painted “F.P.” across the front of the fridge and sliced up pictures of himself scattered across the kitchen floor, Bailey shakes his head, reaches into the drawer, and pulls out an extremely sharp knife. Armed and ready, he cautiously makes his way towards the bathroom. He turns to face the camera.}}[/color]
Anthony Bailey: Hopefully this knife will do the trick. I don’t think that the firearm will be necessary…I want whoever did this to my house to suffer and getting shot would be way too easy in my opinion…
{{Bailey refocuses his attention on the muffled sound in the bathroom. Quietly placing his ear against the door, he reaches for the handle while whispering.}}[/color]
I don’t know what’s going on behind this door, but whoever it is will regret this day for the rest of their life. Cover me if things get out of hand.
{{The cameraman, more than likely not even trained for combat, nods as the camera moves up and down a few times.}}[/color]
Well…here goes nothing...
{{Bailey quickly turns the door handle and rushes into the bathroom wielding the knife. No intruder is present to Bailey’s surprise, only his ex girlfriend Tasha, who is tied in a sitting position on the toilet. Wearing a tattered white tanktop and blue jeans and with a mixture of mascara and tears running down her face, Bailey is gripped with compassion as he drops his knife on the floor. Overlooking her less than stellar physical appearance and the heavy foul aroma filling the air, Bailey walks over to her and slowly begins to peel the duct tape off of her mouth.}}[/color]
Bailey had not seen Tasha face to face ever since she called off their nearly five year relationship back in January. They communicated via text messages and through occasional phone calls, but Bailey finally had the opportunity to come face to face with the woman who shattered his heart into a million pieces. But because of the calamitous circumstances of her kidnapping by Jason Kash, Bailey has decided to put his emotions on the back burner and come to the aid of the woman who was such a vital part of his life for the last couple of years. Regardless of how he currently felt about her or how she handled the events from January, he wanted to avenge her unjust attack at any cost.[/color]
Tasha: Oh my God Anthony!!! Oh my God, oh my God!!!!! I’m so happy to see you!!! Please help me!!
{{With her mouth no longer bound by duct tape, Tasha is relieved to finally be able to communicate again. Bailey, filled with anger, continues to untie her.}}[/color]
Anthony Bailey: Who did this to you??!! I’ll kill them!
Tasha: It was Kash. I mean his friends Reaver and Michael Lively helped him out too but it was all Kash. He was the mastermind behind everything.
Anthony Bailey: AHHHHH!! I’M GOING TO MURDER THAT BASTARD!!!
Bailey was not one to use strong or foul language because of his Christian upbringing and because he felt that profanity was an easy cop out for people who had difficulty expressing themselves. Even him using the term “bastard” outside of its proper context proved that Jason Kash could push his buttons like no other.[/color]
Tasha: I was so so scared...I had no idea what to do. But I’m glad you are here baby…you saved my life…
{{Trying hard not to overthink her referring to him as “baby” or even the current stage of their relationship status, Bailey pretends as if he didn’t hear that portion of her statement and proceeds as normal.}}[/color]
Anthony Bailey: How long have you been here??? I bet you haven’t eaten in days, you must be starving! I’ll get you anything, what do you want?
Tasha: He brought me here earlier today. He had a copy of your flight itinerary and knew exactly when you would be getting back from Brazil. He said that he wanted to make sure that you returned to a nice little gift when you got back home from vacation...
Bailey loved surprises, just not on this context.[/color]
Anthony Bailey: The nerve of that man! I pray to God that I literally do not harm him the next time we cross paths with each other.
Bailey was now trying to avoid the topic of Jason Kash at all costs due to his rising anger. The last thing he needed was to be distracted from his big Tag Team Title defense coming up on Meltdown in Lima.[/color]
Look, this is totally up to you but…I don’t want you going back to your apartment alone tonight. It’s probably not safe there for you so you can stay here. Stay here as long as you want, at least until this whole thing settles down a bit.
{{Tasha begins to smile with her eyes.}}[/color]
Tasha: Yes Anthony, I would love to stay. I feel safe here.
{{Their eyes lock as Bailey unties the last knot around Tasha’s leg.}}[/color]
Anthony Bailey: You can take the room and I’ll take the couch.
Tasha: Are you sure?
Because they had known one another so well, Bailey knew what she was asking when she said “Are you sure?” The two had always slept in the same bed together, unless an unsettled argument caused Anthony to spend the night on the couch. But Bailey was just being mindful of their friendship. They were no longer boyfriend and girlfriend so Bailey saw no need to sleep in the same bed with her any longer. It would compromise everything.[/color]
Anthony Bailey: I’m positive. Just be sure to call your mother and let her know that everything is alright and that you’re safe over here with me.
Tasha: Okay but I’m going to shower first. I haven’t showered in almost a week. I didn’t want Kash to see me naked and end up raping me or something heinous like that.
Anthony Bailey: Thank God he didn’t. That would’ve given me more justification to knock the rest of his teeth out, even though I had already planned on doing so.
Tasha: Seriously. After I’m done showering though, I will call my mom. And as I’m doing that, you can call the cops and report Kash. He can’t get away with this…not like the last time…
{{Bailey hesitantly replies.}}[/color]
Anthony Bailey: Okay, that sounds like a plan.
Bailey lied to Tasha because he didn’t plan on calling the cops at all. It was a condition of Kash to not get the cops involved this time around and he wanted to honor that, although Kash has dishonored Bailey to the point of no return.[/color]
{{Tasha exits the bathroom as Bailey gathers up the rope used to constrain her and the knife he had dropped earlier. Trying to locate the source of the awful smell, Bailey looks behind the shower curtain and under the sink but to no avail. He then lifts up the toilet seat to find a huge load of excrement. Nearly throwing up, he flushes the toilet in a hurry. Assuming the dung was another one of Kash’s gifts, Bailey shakes his head, shuts off the bathroom light, and exits the room. The scene slowly fades out and shifts to Bailey seated on his black leather couch in the living room. Freshly changed into a plain white T-shirt and blue basketball shorts, the damage done to his home while he was away has been tidied up as much as possible, so he can finally rest. Tasha has retreated to the bedroom and closed the door, not wanting to deal with a camera or with any of the attention that has surrounded her lately. Staring directly into the camera, Bailey slowly begins to speak.}}[/color]
This is not quite exactly how I pictured my glorious vacation coming to an end. A week after calming my mind from all of the anxieties that life and the pro wrestling business can bring in Rio de Janeiro alongside J-Hop and William D. Williams, I come back to a world of chaos thanks to Jason Kash. Apparently, he broke into my home again but this time he must have smartened up and covered his tracks because there’s no actual proof of his abomination this time around, at least not apart from Tasha’s testimony. If he was attempting to prove a point, then mission accomplished because he certainly did. The mental aftermath for me wants to automatically default to resentment, but one should never operate in anger because anger rarely resolves anything.
In reality, it only adds fuel to the fire. But The Promise is a bigger man than this so I refuse to let that man get the best of me. I renounce being a slave to my current circumstances. I will just convert all of this negative energy into positive energy and use it to The Dying Breed’s benefit on Meltdown. And don’t get me wrong, my apathy towards Kash will not be apathy towards Goochville…but it certainly will not be fury either. I mean for crying out loud, Gooch spent his Super Bowl with The Dying Breed and my mother eating some delicious barbecue at the house that I grew up. If I didn’t think highly of this man, I would have never invited him into the confines of the home that I was raised in. Gooch and I probably got off on the wrong foot when we first crossed paths last year, but the guy is a phenomenal person inside and outside of the ring.
Overdrive is known to frequently highlight the names of Level One, CJ Gates, Evan Envi, Biggs, AC Smith, and now Michael Callahan. And rightfully so because those men are the elite of this business, but if we’re talking about pound for pound raw talent and potential, Buckson Gooch’s name belongs up there with the best of them. Technically he never needed a Mac Bane or a Tommy Knoxville in his corner, he has the capacity to survive and thrive in this sport all by himself. Goochville will absolutely be the test that I need for Mayhem, but I am trying my best to not be overly consumed with an event that is still more than a whole month away. The Promise needs to reside in the here and now and presently, The Dying Breed’s Tag Team Titles are at stake…
Being the overlooked and under appreciated underdogs that Hopkins and I are, we’ve been sure to do whatever it takes to make no room for speculation. Speculation from us but more importantly, speculation from others. We are the guys who have been known to rise to the occasion at the appointed hour but by the opinions of some, such as Aubrey J. Parker, we lack the sustaining power of championship retention. But if one is not title worthy, how did he even ascend to that level in the first place? If you want to pull the fluke card, then go ahead. Some megastars believe that fluke victories live under every rock, just like some religious fanatics believe that there is a demon under every rock or behind every bush. To call my title victories at Rasslemania VIII and Test For The Best or to call The Dying Breed’s first Tag Team Title reign at Christmas Chaos a “fluke” is a stretch and a pure cop out from an individual who refuses to give credit where it is due.
Gooch has given the necessary credit to The Dying Breed and has acknowledged us as competent performers inside the square circle, but I’m not sold on this Knoxville guy one bit. He’s been known to evade authority and rebel if provoked but it appears as if he is the one doing all of the provoking going into our match. We have no clue when it comes to the American Highlife huh? Since when has the right hand man of a true megastar ever felt this entitled? There must be something in the water over there on Meltdown because this is absolutely absurd. Knoxville, you are nothing but the Marlon Jackson to Buckson’s Michael, the Todd Bridges to his Gary Coleman, the Judy Winslow to his Urkel. Buckson is the real star of the team and you are just tagging, pun intended, along for the ride.
You might be a likeable guy underneath all of that pride you emanate oh so well Knoxville, but Gooch has definitely had some questionable associations in the past. Take Bane for instance. I was unsure if he was Gooch’s tag team partner or his parakeet. Though he was talented in his own right just like you are, he couldn’t stand on his own two feet. He echoed almost every single word that proceeded forth from Gooch’s mouth and it got very old really quick. I wanted to get into the mind of Mac Bane and explore his worldview and how he truly felt about me, but his mentality was simply a carbon copy of Gooch’s. At least I can say that you are your own man Knoxville. A man who greatly lacks guidance and maturity but at least you are your own…
The American Highlife will be humbled and brought to the lowest point of his career this coming Meltdown. Take a page from your partner’s book and learn from his mistakes. Gooch wrongly assumed things about me at first as well but look at us now. We’re on good terms but it was at the expense of his pride. I had no problem showing Gooch what I was capable of bringing to the table and with The Dying Breed’s Tag Titles on the line, you better believe that we will do whatever it takes to not only retain, but to prove a point to you Tommy Knoxville and to the rest of the people who will witness this on Meltdown. Knoxville might know about me, but he doesn’t know me personally. But Gooch on the other hand knows me pretty well. Though he wrongly labeled me as a fraud from the gate, he now knows the truth…the truth of Anthony Bailey…APW’s only Promise…the only Promise that can't be broken. Not by Kash, not by anyone. Until Meltdown guys…
{{The scene slowly fades to black as Bailey aims to relax from the events of the past few hours.}}[/color]
