Post by Anthony Bailey on May 15, 2013 1:25:04 GMT -4
**The following promo was inspired by the Oscar Wilde novel, The Picture of Dorian Gray**
"There was purification in punishment. Not 'Forgive us our sins,' but 'Smite us for our iniquities' should be the prayer of a man to a most just God." – Oscar Wilde
{{The scene opens to a shot of a distinct look alike of Jason Andrew Coliron, better known as APW megastar Jason Kash, having a portrait painted of himself inside of a studio. The studio was filled with the fresh odor of roses. The artist is none other than the world renown Ackshun P. Reslin, a Canadian painter that had enraptured his audience and taken the world by storm with his gifts. Usually showcasing his latest material on a weekly basis on Sundays, Mondays, and Thursdays, he kept his devoted fanbase longing for more and more week after week. And in the same manner that fans decided to gravitate towards the artist’s paintings, Reslin had gravitated towards Coliron. He insisted that Coliron be the subject of his latest piece and Coliron complied. Slightly adjusting his easel while in the middle of another fascinating painting, Reslin begins to speak.}}[/color]
Ackshun P. Reslin: This is by far my best work yet and being my own worst critic, you should know that I put much thought into my words before making a conclusion.
Jason Coliron: Can I please see it? The anticipation is killing me…right along with my back. I don’t know how in the world I managed to sit upright like that for so long.
{{Coliron attempts to straighten his posture after lengthily sitting on an uncomfortable chair.}}[/color]
Ackshun P. Reslin: There now, one must not be tempted to peak before completion. But I can assure you that it is marvelous…
Jason Coliron: Where inside of the art gallery will it be placed upon finishing? A place of prominence I hope.
Ackshun P. Reslin: Gallery?
Jason Coliron: Yes, the gallery. The likeness of a Grand Slam Champion should be conspicuous, shouldn’t it?
Coliron had a point. He had done quite a lot for his friend A.P. Reslin and has even brought him business over the past few years, so the least he could do is display the portrait and make it unrestricted, right?[/color]
Ackshun P. Reslin: The picture isn’t going anywhere actually. It was never my intent to reveal it to the public eye.
Jason Coliron: What are the reasons? A portrait like this would set you far above all of the other men on the face of the earth and make them jealous, if men were ever capable of any emotion in the first place.
Ackshun P. Reslin: Men are capable of any emotion, even you and I...and plus, there’s too much of myself in it…
Reslin’s tenacious statement was a sign of things to come and comparing himself to Coliron wasn’t a stretch by any means. Coliron embodied brawn and domination, and until the arrival of his adversary in the winter of the year 2012, he was unstoppable. But even a man like Jason Coliron, a role model in the eyes of some, was capable of any emotion…even perhaps one that was wicked…[/color]
Jason Coliron: Beauty, real beauty, ends where an intellectual expression begins. But Ackshun, I want the real reason…why won’t the painting be displayed?
Ackshun P. Reslin: I can assure your Mr. Coliron that my notion is authentic…
{{Suddenly, some light footsteps can be heard coming from behind Reslin as he slowly turns around. Coliron can already see who it is since he was facing in that direction. The camera pans to the right and reveals the mystery footsteps as belonging to the lighthearted butler of Reslin.}}[/color]
Butler: Mr. Anthony Bailey is in the studio, sir.
Ackshun P. Reslin: Thank you. Feel free to send him right in.
Jason Coliron: Please do the honors of introducing me. I have heard quite a lot about this Bailey character. He’s new to town, correct?
Ackshun P. Reslin: Yes new and quite exhilarating to the entire community. I think that you will be fond of him.
{{Suddenly, Anthony Bailey enters the studio clad in business casual attire. He greets Reslin with a handshake and a smile and does the same to Coliron, with Coliron bestowing a toothless grin of his own. Bailey pulls up a chair to have a seat next to Coliron, but before doing so he marvels at Reslin’s latest artistic composition.}}[/color]
There was something in Bailey’s face that made one trust him immediately. All the candor of youth was there as well as all youth’s passionate purity. One felt that he had kept himself unspotted from the world. No wonder Ackshun Reslin spoke so highly of him.[/color]
Anthony Bailey: Oh my goodness!! This is remarkable Mr. Reslin! How long did it take you to finish it?
Ackshun P. Reslin: I’m not quite finished yet Bailey but to get to this point, it has taken me no more than four hours with small intervals of rest in between.
Jason Coliron: Can you believe that he doesn’t even want to hang it in the gallery?
{{Bailey looks puzzled.}}[/color]
Anthony Bailey: Really? Why not?
Ackshun P. Reslin: Well if Coliron must tantalize me...
{{Reslin slowly exhales as he looks at Coliron.}}[/color]
It was going to be my personal gift to you.
{{Coliron’s eyes widen.}}[/color]
Jason Coliron: Seriously?
Ackshun P. Reslin: Yes. I just wanted to give this to you as a small token of my appreciation for all that you have done for me.
{{Coliron smiles.}}[/color]
Jason Coliron: Well thank you very much. It is an honor to work for you.
Ackshun P. Reslin: It is my pleasure. First, I’ll need to put the finishing touches on it before allowing you to take it home but in the meantime, would you mind moving to that chair Mr. Bailey pulled up? He came over so that I could do his portrait as well.
{{Coliron’s demeanor becomes disgruntled but he does a pretty decent job of concealing it.}}[/color]
Jason Coliron: Sure...why not?
{{Coliron gets up from his chair and sits in the empty one that Bailey pulled up. Bailey takes his place as Reslin fumbles around on his easel and prepares to begin a new piece.}}[/color]
This was the beginning of the end for Jason Coliron, but in what manner? How would he even get here? What would be Coliron’s “Lord Henry” so to speak that would be responsible for him transforming into a cynic with a distorted worldview? Two words…Anthony Bailey…[/color]
So what brings you to town, Bailey?
{{Coliron asks Bailey, who can barely move since he is trying to remain still for Reslin.}}[/color]
Anthony Bailey: Business…
Jason Coliron: Care to expound?
Anthony Bailey: Kind of hard to do that in this position.
{{Bailey laughs.}}[/color]
But we can talk about it more at the appropriate hour if you’d like.
Jason Coliron: Sounds like a plan.
{{Reslin interrupts them.}}[/color]
Ackshun P. Reslin: Please Mr. Coliron. I am trying to concentrate but my muse keeps moving.
{{Coliron shoots Reslin a dirty look that he is unable to see over his easel.}}[/color]
Jason Coliron: Okay fine, I’ll pipe down.
Coliron was beginning to feel like a second class citizen and Bailey hadn’t even been there for ten minutes yet. What was so special about this Bailey guy anyway? That question constantly ran through his mind like a track star.[/color]
{{Some time had elapsed and when Reslin noticed that Coliron was starting to become restless, he allowed him to be dismissed but not before blessing him with his gift of the painting. He halted his work for Bailey to put the final touches on his work for Coliron. Reslin had caught the effect that he wanted with Coliron…half parted lips and the bright look in the eyes. Reslin softly blew on the paint so that it was completely dry before handing it over. Coliron was in awe but his words said otherwise.}}[/color]
Jason Coliron: How sad it is…
{{Both Reslin and Bailey look confused as Coliron’s eyes remain locked on his own portrait.}}[/color]
Anthony Bailey: What’s so sad about it?
Jason Coliron: How sad it is since I will one day grow old, and horrible, and dreadful. But this picture will always remain young, depicting me at my peak. It will never be older than this particular day…if it were only the other way. If it were I who was to always be young, durable, and energetic and the picture that was to grow old. For that I would give everything! Yes, there is nothing in the whole world I would not give. I would give my soul for that…
{{Coliron thanked Reslin once again and said his farewells to both gentlemen. Before departing the studio, he and Bailey locked eyes with one another. Each man knew in the back of his mind that this would not be his last encounter with the other. This was only the first of many. A close up of Coliron’s painting is shown before the scene swiftly fades to black. A voiceover of Coliron then begins to play.}}[/color]
Jason Coliron: We not buddies Anthony, we've not even met face to face. So inside the ring, outside the ring, I'm keeping my place. You can have hopes of a Legacy but like the plenty people who have spouted off about the same Hopes and Dreams before, I've crushed and destroyed Hopes and Dreams. You just better wish for an ending where your career isn't over because good guy, bad guy, or someone who is hated but cheered like Havok wishes he was, I'm ending careers if that opens for me. If that is what it takes to win the big and meaning matches then that's what I will do Anthony.*
{{The scene shifts to the outside of Bailey’s townhouse located in St. Augustine, FL. Currently taking place is a reenactment of last summer’s infamous break in at the hands of Jason Kash. With the look alike bearing his government name filling in once again, Coliron still possessed all of the might from before, but his facial expression lacked the brightness that it had in Reslin’s studio. An unknown amount of time had elapsed between then and now but a conversion, a dark one at that, had occurred. Coliron coldly glares at the camera while rummaging through Bailey’s belongings.}}[/color]
Change must occur but it didn’t have to be like this Bailey. I was the next guy in line. I was the one that all of the arrows were pointing to. It was me by myself but all of a sudden, there’s a self proclaimed new sheriff in town? Who gave you the authority? Who gave you the right? This was my territory and you ruined it. You won over Ackshun P. Reslin…you won over the fans…and it’s not fair. I put in all of the groundwork for that. You just moseyed in and built walls upon the foundation that I had already laid and people applauded you for doing so? They are just as senseless as you are…
{{Coliron reaches into a fruit basket on the counter and picks up a red apple from it. He rubs the ripe piece of fruit against his black sweater, takes a big bite out of it, and disrespectfully places it back inside of the basket.}}[/color]
With all of your mama’s money, you couldn’t afford anything better than one week old produce from Publix? It’s time that I teach you a lesson. A lesson you’ll never forget…
{{Coliron completes what he came to do before he exits through the front door. The scene then deviates to the home of Jason Coliron, who is present after committing his first major abomination against Anthony Bailey. As he was turning the handle of his bedroom door, his eye fell upon the portrait that Ackshun P. Reslin had painted of him. Looking surprised, he left the room and came back shortly after. He walks over to the picture and examines it. Though the light in the room was dim, it appeared as if the face had changed a little. The expression looked different. One would have said that there was a touch of cruelty in the mouth. This was very strange since no one besides him, Reslin, and Bailey know of the painting but even they didn’t know of its whereabouts after he left the studio that day. Coliron walked to the window and drew back the curtains. The bright spring day flooded the room and thinking that light would resolve his mind playing tricks on him, the strange expression that he had noticed in the face of the portrait seemed to linger there.}}[/color]
What did it mean? The actual painting hadn’t been altered and yet there was no doubt that the whole expression on Coliron’s face had changed. Suddenly Coliron thought back to that day in the studio. He had uttered a wish that he might remain young and the portrait would grow old instead and that the face on the canvas bear the burden of his passions and his sins. But could wishful thinking become a reality? Such things were impossible, right? It seemed absurd to even process what just happened as truth but the cruelty around his mouth hadn’t been there prior to Bailey’s home invasion.[/color]
{{The scene shifts from the grim setting of Jason Coliron's bedroom to Anthony Bailey. In an undisclosed location and now breaking the fourth wall, Bailey clad in different clothing than before, looks directly into the camera. Placed strategically behind him is the painting of Jason Coliron a.k.a. Jason Kash. Bailey lightly exhales and then begins to speak.}}[/color]
Anthony Bailey: Evil always has a way of manifesting itself over time. For literally over the past year, I have been berated and reprimanded by Jason Kash and for what? I simply showed up one day on the front doorstep of APW’s home and he deemed me the enemy. If bitterness and envy had a personification, it would look like Jason Andrew Coliron. He possessed these unfortunate qualities since the date of his birth in Atlanta, he remained this way during his years of being reared in Houston, and even now these characteristics have come full circle.
And you justify all of your corrupt deeds towards me because I didn’t give you the “respect” that you gave me? How is going on the record to say that you would destroy a young man’s hopes and dreams any sign of respect? How is invading a man’s privacy and kidnapping a woman who was his everything respectful? Did I miss something or do I just look that idiotic to you? I didn’t lash out towards you from a heart of ill will. Do a background check on all of my past promos and all of my old tweets that you’d like and you will see that you were always the instigator. You might not have the guts to admit it, but the truth is evident. You were always the one antagonizing the situation and trying to be the puppet master in control of the dilemma. Asylum may have operated that way before I got there, but as long as I have life in me, you or anyone else just as selfish as you are will not run Asylum how they think it should be run.
Asylum will be a brand for the people. It doesn’t and it won’t belong to Foul Play or M&M or Terry Marvin, it belongs to the fans because this should be done for them. People pleaser? No, I’m just man enough to admit that the fans are the ones who drive the economy of this business…the same way that their cheers for me drove you to dislike me. You might not come out and say it on camera but we all know the truth don’t we Kash? How can the new guy be more appreciated than the man whose blood, sweat, and tears built the Asylum brand from the ground up? I just need to come down off of my high horse and see things from your perspective right? I just need to take a little walk in your shoes and see how “real” life is don’t I?
For one, I am not on a high horse and secondly, I not only took a walk in your shoes…I ran across town in them and back. Not in a prideful manner or being boastful, but it’s the truth. April 8, 2012 in San Juan, Puerto was the first run. Test For The Best was the second run. And let’s not forget June 3, 2012 in Tempe, Arizona. That would’ve been another run had T.R.I. not got involved and caused the match to be ruled no contest. But the last and final run will be this Sunday night at Mayhem. All of the bickering and jealousy will finally come to an end during our No Disqualification match. You tried to disqualify my security and personal space by breaking into my home, you tried to disqualify my emotional anguish by getting my ex and my childhood friend involved, but no disqualification will prevail this Sunday, Kash.
None whatsoever so bring every single one of your bag of tricks because you’ll need them. You haven’t put me away with all of your childish antics yet and I don’t plan on becoming a casualty to them now. For the past year, my name has been forever engraved into your long-term memory Kash. There’s no way Heaven, Hell, Abraham’s bosom or even purgatory that you could ever forget who I am and what I have done. I am Anthony Bailey…APW’s only Promise…the only Promise that can't be broken. You’ve never broken me by defeat in singles competition and this Sunday in Rio de Janeiro won’t be any different. Until then…
{{The scene slowly fades to black as Bailey turns around and stares at the painting of Jason Kash.}}
*Taken from Jason Kash’s "Seeing All" promo from March 31, 2012.[/color]
"There was purification in punishment. Not 'Forgive us our sins,' but 'Smite us for our iniquities' should be the prayer of a man to a most just God." – Oscar Wilde
{{The scene opens to a shot of a distinct look alike of Jason Andrew Coliron, better known as APW megastar Jason Kash, having a portrait painted of himself inside of a studio. The studio was filled with the fresh odor of roses. The artist is none other than the world renown Ackshun P. Reslin, a Canadian painter that had enraptured his audience and taken the world by storm with his gifts. Usually showcasing his latest material on a weekly basis on Sundays, Mondays, and Thursdays, he kept his devoted fanbase longing for more and more week after week. And in the same manner that fans decided to gravitate towards the artist’s paintings, Reslin had gravitated towards Coliron. He insisted that Coliron be the subject of his latest piece and Coliron complied. Slightly adjusting his easel while in the middle of another fascinating painting, Reslin begins to speak.}}[/color]
Ackshun P. Reslin: This is by far my best work yet and being my own worst critic, you should know that I put much thought into my words before making a conclusion.
Jason Coliron: Can I please see it? The anticipation is killing me…right along with my back. I don’t know how in the world I managed to sit upright like that for so long.
{{Coliron attempts to straighten his posture after lengthily sitting on an uncomfortable chair.}}[/color]
Ackshun P. Reslin: There now, one must not be tempted to peak before completion. But I can assure you that it is marvelous…
Jason Coliron: Where inside of the art gallery will it be placed upon finishing? A place of prominence I hope.
Ackshun P. Reslin: Gallery?
Jason Coliron: Yes, the gallery. The likeness of a Grand Slam Champion should be conspicuous, shouldn’t it?
Coliron had a point. He had done quite a lot for his friend A.P. Reslin and has even brought him business over the past few years, so the least he could do is display the portrait and make it unrestricted, right?[/color]
Ackshun P. Reslin: The picture isn’t going anywhere actually. It was never my intent to reveal it to the public eye.
Jason Coliron: What are the reasons? A portrait like this would set you far above all of the other men on the face of the earth and make them jealous, if men were ever capable of any emotion in the first place.
Ackshun P. Reslin: Men are capable of any emotion, even you and I...and plus, there’s too much of myself in it…
Reslin’s tenacious statement was a sign of things to come and comparing himself to Coliron wasn’t a stretch by any means. Coliron embodied brawn and domination, and until the arrival of his adversary in the winter of the year 2012, he was unstoppable. But even a man like Jason Coliron, a role model in the eyes of some, was capable of any emotion…even perhaps one that was wicked…[/color]
Jason Coliron: Beauty, real beauty, ends where an intellectual expression begins. But Ackshun, I want the real reason…why won’t the painting be displayed?
Ackshun P. Reslin: I can assure your Mr. Coliron that my notion is authentic…
{{Suddenly, some light footsteps can be heard coming from behind Reslin as he slowly turns around. Coliron can already see who it is since he was facing in that direction. The camera pans to the right and reveals the mystery footsteps as belonging to the lighthearted butler of Reslin.}}[/color]
Butler: Mr. Anthony Bailey is in the studio, sir.
Ackshun P. Reslin: Thank you. Feel free to send him right in.
Jason Coliron: Please do the honors of introducing me. I have heard quite a lot about this Bailey character. He’s new to town, correct?
Ackshun P. Reslin: Yes new and quite exhilarating to the entire community. I think that you will be fond of him.
{{Suddenly, Anthony Bailey enters the studio clad in business casual attire. He greets Reslin with a handshake and a smile and does the same to Coliron, with Coliron bestowing a toothless grin of his own. Bailey pulls up a chair to have a seat next to Coliron, but before doing so he marvels at Reslin’s latest artistic composition.}}[/color]
There was something in Bailey’s face that made one trust him immediately. All the candor of youth was there as well as all youth’s passionate purity. One felt that he had kept himself unspotted from the world. No wonder Ackshun Reslin spoke so highly of him.[/color]
Anthony Bailey: Oh my goodness!! This is remarkable Mr. Reslin! How long did it take you to finish it?
Ackshun P. Reslin: I’m not quite finished yet Bailey but to get to this point, it has taken me no more than four hours with small intervals of rest in between.
Jason Coliron: Can you believe that he doesn’t even want to hang it in the gallery?
{{Bailey looks puzzled.}}[/color]
Anthony Bailey: Really? Why not?
Ackshun P. Reslin: Well if Coliron must tantalize me...
{{Reslin slowly exhales as he looks at Coliron.}}[/color]
It was going to be my personal gift to you.
{{Coliron’s eyes widen.}}[/color]
Jason Coliron: Seriously?
Ackshun P. Reslin: Yes. I just wanted to give this to you as a small token of my appreciation for all that you have done for me.
{{Coliron smiles.}}[/color]
Jason Coliron: Well thank you very much. It is an honor to work for you.
Ackshun P. Reslin: It is my pleasure. First, I’ll need to put the finishing touches on it before allowing you to take it home but in the meantime, would you mind moving to that chair Mr. Bailey pulled up? He came over so that I could do his portrait as well.
{{Coliron’s demeanor becomes disgruntled but he does a pretty decent job of concealing it.}}[/color]
Jason Coliron: Sure...why not?
{{Coliron gets up from his chair and sits in the empty one that Bailey pulled up. Bailey takes his place as Reslin fumbles around on his easel and prepares to begin a new piece.}}[/color]
This was the beginning of the end for Jason Coliron, but in what manner? How would he even get here? What would be Coliron’s “Lord Henry” so to speak that would be responsible for him transforming into a cynic with a distorted worldview? Two words…Anthony Bailey…[/color]
So what brings you to town, Bailey?
{{Coliron asks Bailey, who can barely move since he is trying to remain still for Reslin.}}[/color]
Anthony Bailey: Business…
Jason Coliron: Care to expound?
Anthony Bailey: Kind of hard to do that in this position.
{{Bailey laughs.}}[/color]
But we can talk about it more at the appropriate hour if you’d like.
Jason Coliron: Sounds like a plan.
{{Reslin interrupts them.}}[/color]
Ackshun P. Reslin: Please Mr. Coliron. I am trying to concentrate but my muse keeps moving.
{{Coliron shoots Reslin a dirty look that he is unable to see over his easel.}}[/color]
Jason Coliron: Okay fine, I’ll pipe down.
Coliron was beginning to feel like a second class citizen and Bailey hadn’t even been there for ten minutes yet. What was so special about this Bailey guy anyway? That question constantly ran through his mind like a track star.[/color]
{{Some time had elapsed and when Reslin noticed that Coliron was starting to become restless, he allowed him to be dismissed but not before blessing him with his gift of the painting. He halted his work for Bailey to put the final touches on his work for Coliron. Reslin had caught the effect that he wanted with Coliron…half parted lips and the bright look in the eyes. Reslin softly blew on the paint so that it was completely dry before handing it over. Coliron was in awe but his words said otherwise.}}[/color]
Jason Coliron: How sad it is…
{{Both Reslin and Bailey look confused as Coliron’s eyes remain locked on his own portrait.}}[/color]
Anthony Bailey: What’s so sad about it?
Jason Coliron: How sad it is since I will one day grow old, and horrible, and dreadful. But this picture will always remain young, depicting me at my peak. It will never be older than this particular day…if it were only the other way. If it were I who was to always be young, durable, and energetic and the picture that was to grow old. For that I would give everything! Yes, there is nothing in the whole world I would not give. I would give my soul for that…
{{Coliron thanked Reslin once again and said his farewells to both gentlemen. Before departing the studio, he and Bailey locked eyes with one another. Each man knew in the back of his mind that this would not be his last encounter with the other. This was only the first of many. A close up of Coliron’s painting is shown before the scene swiftly fades to black. A voiceover of Coliron then begins to play.}}[/color]
Jason Coliron: We not buddies Anthony, we've not even met face to face. So inside the ring, outside the ring, I'm keeping my place. You can have hopes of a Legacy but like the plenty people who have spouted off about the same Hopes and Dreams before, I've crushed and destroyed Hopes and Dreams. You just better wish for an ending where your career isn't over because good guy, bad guy, or someone who is hated but cheered like Havok wishes he was, I'm ending careers if that opens for me. If that is what it takes to win the big and meaning matches then that's what I will do Anthony.*
{{The scene shifts to the outside of Bailey’s townhouse located in St. Augustine, FL. Currently taking place is a reenactment of last summer’s infamous break in at the hands of Jason Kash. With the look alike bearing his government name filling in once again, Coliron still possessed all of the might from before, but his facial expression lacked the brightness that it had in Reslin’s studio. An unknown amount of time had elapsed between then and now but a conversion, a dark one at that, had occurred. Coliron coldly glares at the camera while rummaging through Bailey’s belongings.}}[/color]
Change must occur but it didn’t have to be like this Bailey. I was the next guy in line. I was the one that all of the arrows were pointing to. It was me by myself but all of a sudden, there’s a self proclaimed new sheriff in town? Who gave you the authority? Who gave you the right? This was my territory and you ruined it. You won over Ackshun P. Reslin…you won over the fans…and it’s not fair. I put in all of the groundwork for that. You just moseyed in and built walls upon the foundation that I had already laid and people applauded you for doing so? They are just as senseless as you are…
{{Coliron reaches into a fruit basket on the counter and picks up a red apple from it. He rubs the ripe piece of fruit against his black sweater, takes a big bite out of it, and disrespectfully places it back inside of the basket.}}[/color]
With all of your mama’s money, you couldn’t afford anything better than one week old produce from Publix? It’s time that I teach you a lesson. A lesson you’ll never forget…
{{Coliron completes what he came to do before he exits through the front door. The scene then deviates to the home of Jason Coliron, who is present after committing his first major abomination against Anthony Bailey. As he was turning the handle of his bedroom door, his eye fell upon the portrait that Ackshun P. Reslin had painted of him. Looking surprised, he left the room and came back shortly after. He walks over to the picture and examines it. Though the light in the room was dim, it appeared as if the face had changed a little. The expression looked different. One would have said that there was a touch of cruelty in the mouth. This was very strange since no one besides him, Reslin, and Bailey know of the painting but even they didn’t know of its whereabouts after he left the studio that day. Coliron walked to the window and drew back the curtains. The bright spring day flooded the room and thinking that light would resolve his mind playing tricks on him, the strange expression that he had noticed in the face of the portrait seemed to linger there.}}[/color]
What did it mean? The actual painting hadn’t been altered and yet there was no doubt that the whole expression on Coliron’s face had changed. Suddenly Coliron thought back to that day in the studio. He had uttered a wish that he might remain young and the portrait would grow old instead and that the face on the canvas bear the burden of his passions and his sins. But could wishful thinking become a reality? Such things were impossible, right? It seemed absurd to even process what just happened as truth but the cruelty around his mouth hadn’t been there prior to Bailey’s home invasion.[/color]
{{The scene shifts from the grim setting of Jason Coliron's bedroom to Anthony Bailey. In an undisclosed location and now breaking the fourth wall, Bailey clad in different clothing than before, looks directly into the camera. Placed strategically behind him is the painting of Jason Coliron a.k.a. Jason Kash. Bailey lightly exhales and then begins to speak.}}[/color]
Anthony Bailey: Evil always has a way of manifesting itself over time. For literally over the past year, I have been berated and reprimanded by Jason Kash and for what? I simply showed up one day on the front doorstep of APW’s home and he deemed me the enemy. If bitterness and envy had a personification, it would look like Jason Andrew Coliron. He possessed these unfortunate qualities since the date of his birth in Atlanta, he remained this way during his years of being reared in Houston, and even now these characteristics have come full circle.
And you justify all of your corrupt deeds towards me because I didn’t give you the “respect” that you gave me? How is going on the record to say that you would destroy a young man’s hopes and dreams any sign of respect? How is invading a man’s privacy and kidnapping a woman who was his everything respectful? Did I miss something or do I just look that idiotic to you? I didn’t lash out towards you from a heart of ill will. Do a background check on all of my past promos and all of my old tweets that you’d like and you will see that you were always the instigator. You might not have the guts to admit it, but the truth is evident. You were always the one antagonizing the situation and trying to be the puppet master in control of the dilemma. Asylum may have operated that way before I got there, but as long as I have life in me, you or anyone else just as selfish as you are will not run Asylum how they think it should be run.
Asylum will be a brand for the people. It doesn’t and it won’t belong to Foul Play or M&M or Terry Marvin, it belongs to the fans because this should be done for them. People pleaser? No, I’m just man enough to admit that the fans are the ones who drive the economy of this business…the same way that their cheers for me drove you to dislike me. You might not come out and say it on camera but we all know the truth don’t we Kash? How can the new guy be more appreciated than the man whose blood, sweat, and tears built the Asylum brand from the ground up? I just need to come down off of my high horse and see things from your perspective right? I just need to take a little walk in your shoes and see how “real” life is don’t I?
For one, I am not on a high horse and secondly, I not only took a walk in your shoes…I ran across town in them and back. Not in a prideful manner or being boastful, but it’s the truth. April 8, 2012 in San Juan, Puerto was the first run. Test For The Best was the second run. And let’s not forget June 3, 2012 in Tempe, Arizona. That would’ve been another run had T.R.I. not got involved and caused the match to be ruled no contest. But the last and final run will be this Sunday night at Mayhem. All of the bickering and jealousy will finally come to an end during our No Disqualification match. You tried to disqualify my security and personal space by breaking into my home, you tried to disqualify my emotional anguish by getting my ex and my childhood friend involved, but no disqualification will prevail this Sunday, Kash.
None whatsoever so bring every single one of your bag of tricks because you’ll need them. You haven’t put me away with all of your childish antics yet and I don’t plan on becoming a casualty to them now. For the past year, my name has been forever engraved into your long-term memory Kash. There’s no way Heaven, Hell, Abraham’s bosom or even purgatory that you could ever forget who I am and what I have done. I am Anthony Bailey…APW’s only Promise…the only Promise that can't be broken. You’ve never broken me by defeat in singles competition and this Sunday in Rio de Janeiro won’t be any different. Until then…
{{The scene slowly fades to black as Bailey turns around and stares at the painting of Jason Kash.}}
*Taken from Jason Kash’s "Seeing All" promo from March 31, 2012.[/color]
