Post by Anthony Bailey on Apr 28, 2013 23:59:31 GMT -4
**This promo was filmed the afternoon of Friday, April 26th.**
“He who is not contented with what he has, would not be contented with what he would like to have.” – Socrates
{{The scene opens to the inside of Anthony Bailey’s old stomping grounds of the Florida Amateur Wrestling Association’s gymnasium located in Jacksonville, FL. Being an APW megastar afforded you with opportunities and resources that one could only imagine but when it came to training, Bailey always stuck to his roots. FAWA not only helped him discover his passion for the business, it helps him to continually improve and make each match better than his last. The edifice is looking more prominent since the last time an APW camera set foot in here. Allegedly the attention that Bailey brings to the small federation with his strategic shameless plugs here and there has generated public interest and increased business revenue. He might have been responsible for Asylum’s minor ratings dip last summer but when Bailey believes in a product and gets behind it, his dedicated fan base immediately follows suit. Suddenly emerging onto the camera drenched in sweat and clad a plain white wifebeater, gray basketball shorts, and a pair of white and gray Nike sneakers, Bailey takes a sip of Gatorade and grabs a nearby towel with his free hand. Wiping the sweat off of his forehead and pausing for a moment so his normal breathing pattern can return, Bailey stares directly into the camera and begins to speak}}[/color]
Anthony Bailey: Tampa is the place of my physical birth, but this gymnasium right here…
{{Bailey looks around and marvels at the scenery.}}[/color]
This is the place of my spiritual awakening. This is the place where I worked on my craft inside of that very ring…
{{Bailey points to the ring behind him.}}[/color]
Day and night and I will continue to do so for as long as I am physically able. As much as I have already accomplished in my career, I feel like I’m just scratching the surface! Though this might sound cliché, I strongly believe that I haven’t even reached my full potential yet!!
Frank Cavalli: Hey Mr. Vigor…
{{Bailey’s mentor waddles around the corner poking fun at Bailey’s adrenaline high. An adrenaline high that is normal for The Promise after an intense workout.}}[/color]
I’m going to go grab some lunch, do you want anything?
Anthony Bailey: I mean I want a cheeseteak, a fries, and a Coke...
{{Frank glares a whole right through Bailey.}}[/color]
But…I’ll go with a salad instead.
Frank Cavalli: You got it kid. Be back soon!
{{Frank exits the building as Bailey resumes his monologue.}}[/color]
Anthony Bailey: Week after week my patience has worn thin with not only Jason Kash and Foul Play, but also with a man who is right on their heels…he is none other than ”The Real Deal” Ellis Graham. First of all, what I’d like to know is what is so real about a guy who chooses to occupy his free time taunting others on social media? With all of that money of yours, couldn’t you just invest in a more worthwhile hobby? I mean I have heard of wealthy people getting bored easily but you haven’t even attempted to reinvent the wheel. You have fallen into the trap of what is stereotypical and expected of you. And it would be a stretch to say that you fell into the trap…you, by your own free will, dove in head first.
At least I can applaud your courage for doing so. You know…landing a contract with APW, the best federation out there, and attempting to get your feet wet by demanding the respect of others and by tweeting out cheap shots at the top tier talent of the company. I applaud your courage but simultaneously I can’t help but shake my head at your ignorance. Do you even know what you are getting yourself in to on Meltdown? You are the Ricky Schroder of APW and you’re trying to pick a fight that you can’t afford to win, pun intended. All of the money on earth couldn’t buy you a victory against The Dying Breed this Monday night in Curitiba. You call me out for the minor sense of entitlement that I display from time to time, but to be quite honest, as a former World Champion…I do feel entitled to a certain extent. But not the prideful entitlement that you falsely accuse me of time and time again.
As much as I despise your Phil Atkens and your Aubrey J. Parkers, I could never get upset with them when they go to pull the ol’ accolade card. Like ‘em or not, their careers have ascended to a certain level here that has granted them with the coveted opportunity of holding gold. Now the ironic thing is that you Graham are feeling entitled but haven’t even done anything noteworthy to feel that way. I guess the heart truly is deceitful huh? You have nothing to your name except a few extra zeroes in your bank account, and with the way this economy still hasn’t fully recovered after all these years, even that could be gone in the blink of an eye. I mean you do have a TV show and all so I guess you actually do have something going for you. I’m not a business guru like you or anything…
Bailey was intentionally being sarcastic.
But I do know that residual income is a good thing. Milk that cash cow while you can Ellis, I don’t think that show of yours will be getting renewed for a lot more seasons. Even you being on a camera that is top of the line and your show’s editors rivaling the best in Hollywood, you still bore me to tears. I would much rather watch a Golden Girls marathon than watch your face on my screen for half an hour. Drumming up the bravery to watch your show would be giving me a minor taste of eternal torment in the fires of Hell.
Standing by his comments, Bailey realizes that his last statement might have been a bit too harsh.
Maybe that was a tad over the top but I’m just trying to assure you that The Dying Breed is not about the games, especially not in a season like this. Where we have antagonists coming at us from every direction because we “aggravate” them. I don’t think it’s aggravation at all, I just think it’s because we’re talented and have achieved this level of success without any backbiting or screwing people over in the process. That seems to be the popular route with some megastars around here, but us? The Dying Breed are trendsetters and we could never “follow’ the crowd. That has never been our style.
But Ellis over here is following the crowd like he’s playing a game of Simon Says. And it must be going out of style with the way that he plays it so well. Did you figure that Raab going at everybody and stirring up drama on the world wide web would also work for you? Love him or hate him, but Raab has been paying dues night after night and week after week. That social media drama was only the icing on the cake. All he wanted was to grab the attention of President Jeff and he did. His formula worked…but just because it worked for him, doesn’t mean that it’ll work for you. Whatever playbook you decide to defraud, make sure that it’s up to par with mine and J-Hop’s. Especially with this being a lumberjack match and all…
{{Bailey snickers.}}[/color]
This literally is right up my alley you know…
Bailey is the first and only winner of an APW lumberjack match.
But I am well aware that I have a lot more enemies this time around than I did at Test For The Best. M&M, Foul Play, KJE, Knoxville, Niobe, and the list goes on. Just a little heads up to any of the lumberjacks who plan on being that one person who will be itching to just stir up some drama and get involved…The Dying Breed will be hunting you down like rabid wolves if you decide that April 29, 2013 is the day you wanted to sign your death warrant. And that goes for both sides. Don’t interfere to make us lose the match and don’t interfere to help us out either. I want the satisfaction of knowing that J-Hop and I alone were the ones to silence The Trust.
Evan…have you forgotten December 2012 so quickly my friend? And no, I don’t mean the failed Mayan predictions of the apocalypse, I mean pretending as if the past didn’t occur. That’s quite foolish if you ask me. These “fluke” Champions, as you call J-Hop and I, got a chance at our first reign as Tag Champions by advancing in the tournament against you and Yarmouth. I like Yarmouth, he’s a good guy so this has nothing to do with him, but you? You’re just going to sit around and act like The Dying Breed didn’t already show you what we are capable of? You are the naive friend watching your other little naive friend Ellis wander onto the train tracks and instead of warning him of his imminent danger, the freight train smashes right into him and carries him into the after life.
McDonald, you were in the ideal position to encourage your partner Graham cracker to pump the brakes a little and slow down because he was endorsing a check that even he couldn’t cash by calling me out on Twitter for no good reason. You were qualified to pull Ellis aside and say “Hey pal, I know you’re zealous and that you’re trying to make a name for yourself but these aren’t the guys to try that with.” If you can’t teach him to be content McDonald, then I will...starting on Meltdown. Ellis, you’re blessed with resources that many people could dream of but yet you still aren’t satisfied. You have money and fame
Italicized = emphasis added. Extra emphasis in Graham’s case.
But your heart still isn’t content and I know the reason why. Your heart is empty and you’re looking for something to fill it. Your fortune has obviously failed you. You’re busy looking for approval from your Twitter peers and you’re crossing your fingers and toes hoping for a Tag Team Title shot that you don’t even deserve. Aim to fill your heart with being comfortable inside of your own skin first and the maybe, just maybe you can get somewhere in this business. But in the meantime, The Dying Breed will have to set the record straight and make you forever regret the day that you set out to verbally assault me on Twitter. Oh and Ellis…fyi my name is Anthony Bailey not Anfernee Bailey…APW’s only Promise…the only Promise that can't be broken. Until Brazil…
{{The scene slowly fades to black.}}[/color]
“He who is not contented with what he has, would not be contented with what he would like to have.” – Socrates
{{The scene opens to the inside of Anthony Bailey’s old stomping grounds of the Florida Amateur Wrestling Association’s gymnasium located in Jacksonville, FL. Being an APW megastar afforded you with opportunities and resources that one could only imagine but when it came to training, Bailey always stuck to his roots. FAWA not only helped him discover his passion for the business, it helps him to continually improve and make each match better than his last. The edifice is looking more prominent since the last time an APW camera set foot in here. Allegedly the attention that Bailey brings to the small federation with his strategic shameless plugs here and there has generated public interest and increased business revenue. He might have been responsible for Asylum’s minor ratings dip last summer but when Bailey believes in a product and gets behind it, his dedicated fan base immediately follows suit. Suddenly emerging onto the camera drenched in sweat and clad a plain white wifebeater, gray basketball shorts, and a pair of white and gray Nike sneakers, Bailey takes a sip of Gatorade and grabs a nearby towel with his free hand. Wiping the sweat off of his forehead and pausing for a moment so his normal breathing pattern can return, Bailey stares directly into the camera and begins to speak}}[/color]
Anthony Bailey: Tampa is the place of my physical birth, but this gymnasium right here…
{{Bailey looks around and marvels at the scenery.}}[/color]
This is the place of my spiritual awakening. This is the place where I worked on my craft inside of that very ring…
{{Bailey points to the ring behind him.}}[/color]
Day and night and I will continue to do so for as long as I am physically able. As much as I have already accomplished in my career, I feel like I’m just scratching the surface! Though this might sound cliché, I strongly believe that I haven’t even reached my full potential yet!!
Frank Cavalli: Hey Mr. Vigor…
{{Bailey’s mentor waddles around the corner poking fun at Bailey’s adrenaline high. An adrenaline high that is normal for The Promise after an intense workout.}}[/color]
I’m going to go grab some lunch, do you want anything?
Anthony Bailey: I mean I want a cheeseteak, a fries, and a Coke...
{{Frank glares a whole right through Bailey.}}[/color]
But…I’ll go with a salad instead.
Frank Cavalli: You got it kid. Be back soon!
{{Frank exits the building as Bailey resumes his monologue.}}[/color]
Anthony Bailey: Week after week my patience has worn thin with not only Jason Kash and Foul Play, but also with a man who is right on their heels…he is none other than ”The Real Deal” Ellis Graham. First of all, what I’d like to know is what is so real about a guy who chooses to occupy his free time taunting others on social media? With all of that money of yours, couldn’t you just invest in a more worthwhile hobby? I mean I have heard of wealthy people getting bored easily but you haven’t even attempted to reinvent the wheel. You have fallen into the trap of what is stereotypical and expected of you. And it would be a stretch to say that you fell into the trap…you, by your own free will, dove in head first.
At least I can applaud your courage for doing so. You know…landing a contract with APW, the best federation out there, and attempting to get your feet wet by demanding the respect of others and by tweeting out cheap shots at the top tier talent of the company. I applaud your courage but simultaneously I can’t help but shake my head at your ignorance. Do you even know what you are getting yourself in to on Meltdown? You are the Ricky Schroder of APW and you’re trying to pick a fight that you can’t afford to win, pun intended. All of the money on earth couldn’t buy you a victory against The Dying Breed this Monday night in Curitiba. You call me out for the minor sense of entitlement that I display from time to time, but to be quite honest, as a former World Champion…I do feel entitled to a certain extent. But not the prideful entitlement that you falsely accuse me of time and time again.
As much as I despise your Phil Atkens and your Aubrey J. Parkers, I could never get upset with them when they go to pull the ol’ accolade card. Like ‘em or not, their careers have ascended to a certain level here that has granted them with the coveted opportunity of holding gold. Now the ironic thing is that you Graham are feeling entitled but haven’t even done anything noteworthy to feel that way. I guess the heart truly is deceitful huh? You have nothing to your name except a few extra zeroes in your bank account, and with the way this economy still hasn’t fully recovered after all these years, even that could be gone in the blink of an eye. I mean you do have a TV show and all so I guess you actually do have something going for you. I’m not a business guru like you or anything…
Bailey was intentionally being sarcastic.
But I do know that residual income is a good thing. Milk that cash cow while you can Ellis, I don’t think that show of yours will be getting renewed for a lot more seasons. Even you being on a camera that is top of the line and your show’s editors rivaling the best in Hollywood, you still bore me to tears. I would much rather watch a Golden Girls marathon than watch your face on my screen for half an hour. Drumming up the bravery to watch your show would be giving me a minor taste of eternal torment in the fires of Hell.
Standing by his comments, Bailey realizes that his last statement might have been a bit too harsh.
Maybe that was a tad over the top but I’m just trying to assure you that The Dying Breed is not about the games, especially not in a season like this. Where we have antagonists coming at us from every direction because we “aggravate” them. I don’t think it’s aggravation at all, I just think it’s because we’re talented and have achieved this level of success without any backbiting or screwing people over in the process. That seems to be the popular route with some megastars around here, but us? The Dying Breed are trendsetters and we could never “follow’ the crowd. That has never been our style.
But Ellis over here is following the crowd like he’s playing a game of Simon Says. And it must be going out of style with the way that he plays it so well. Did you figure that Raab going at everybody and stirring up drama on the world wide web would also work for you? Love him or hate him, but Raab has been paying dues night after night and week after week. That social media drama was only the icing on the cake. All he wanted was to grab the attention of President Jeff and he did. His formula worked…but just because it worked for him, doesn’t mean that it’ll work for you. Whatever playbook you decide to defraud, make sure that it’s up to par with mine and J-Hop’s. Especially with this being a lumberjack match and all…
{{Bailey snickers.}}[/color]
This literally is right up my alley you know…
Bailey is the first and only winner of an APW lumberjack match.
But I am well aware that I have a lot more enemies this time around than I did at Test For The Best. M&M, Foul Play, KJE, Knoxville, Niobe, and the list goes on. Just a little heads up to any of the lumberjacks who plan on being that one person who will be itching to just stir up some drama and get involved…The Dying Breed will be hunting you down like rabid wolves if you decide that April 29, 2013 is the day you wanted to sign your death warrant. And that goes for both sides. Don’t interfere to make us lose the match and don’t interfere to help us out either. I want the satisfaction of knowing that J-Hop and I alone were the ones to silence The Trust.
Evan…have you forgotten December 2012 so quickly my friend? And no, I don’t mean the failed Mayan predictions of the apocalypse, I mean pretending as if the past didn’t occur. That’s quite foolish if you ask me. These “fluke” Champions, as you call J-Hop and I, got a chance at our first reign as Tag Champions by advancing in the tournament against you and Yarmouth. I like Yarmouth, he’s a good guy so this has nothing to do with him, but you? You’re just going to sit around and act like The Dying Breed didn’t already show you what we are capable of? You are the naive friend watching your other little naive friend Ellis wander onto the train tracks and instead of warning him of his imminent danger, the freight train smashes right into him and carries him into the after life.
McDonald, you were in the ideal position to encourage your partner Graham cracker to pump the brakes a little and slow down because he was endorsing a check that even he couldn’t cash by calling me out on Twitter for no good reason. You were qualified to pull Ellis aside and say “Hey pal, I know you’re zealous and that you’re trying to make a name for yourself but these aren’t the guys to try that with.” If you can’t teach him to be content McDonald, then I will...starting on Meltdown. Ellis, you’re blessed with resources that many people could dream of but yet you still aren’t satisfied. You have money and fame
Italicized = emphasis added. Extra emphasis in Graham’s case.
But your heart still isn’t content and I know the reason why. Your heart is empty and you’re looking for something to fill it. Your fortune has obviously failed you. You’re busy looking for approval from your Twitter peers and you’re crossing your fingers and toes hoping for a Tag Team Title shot that you don’t even deserve. Aim to fill your heart with being comfortable inside of your own skin first and the maybe, just maybe you can get somewhere in this business. But in the meantime, The Dying Breed will have to set the record straight and make you forever regret the day that you set out to verbally assault me on Twitter. Oh and Ellis…fyi my name is Anthony Bailey not Anfernee Bailey…APW’s only Promise…the only Promise that can't be broken. Until Brazil…
{{The scene slowly fades to black.}}[/color]
