Post by Anthony Bailey on May 18, 2013 21:00:11 GMT -4
**The following promo was inspired by the Oscar Wilde novel, The Picture of Dorian Gray**
"I don't want to be at the mercy of my emotions. I want to use them, to enjoy them, and to dominate them." – Oscar Wilde
{{The scene opens to the bedroom of the distinct look alike of Jason Andrew Coliron, better known to the masses as controversial APW megastar and Grand Slam Champion Jason Kash. Coliron silently gazes at the painting, which has been placed in a corner, that has instantly re-shaped his outlook on life. Once a delectable work of art, his portrait had become more grotesque as the days went by. Every evil deed and thought appeared to manifest in the painting of Ackshun P. Reslin. Coliron wanted to keep his deep dark secret concealed but he had to inform at least one other soul. Maybe they would be able to provide some worthwhile assistance. Coliron begins to speak to himself.}}[/color]
Jason Coliron: What am I to make of this? Am I residing in a dream world or solidity? All I wanted was for my likeness to be encapsulated by the talented hands of Reslin. All I wanted was to be able to flaunt something that I was proud of to my family and friends; like my Grand Slam Champion achievement and the numerous other noteworthy things that I have accomplished. This wasn’t my fault; it had to be Bailey’s. It just had to be. Had he never come along, none of this would have ever happened…
There is great pleasure in self reproach. When we blame ourselves, we feel that no one else has a right to blame us. But in this case, Coliron didn’t want to blame anyone but Anthony Bailey. And as Coliron remembered afterwards, and with no small wonder, he found himself gazing at the portrait with a feeling of almost scientific interest. That such an adjustment should have taken place was incredible to him. His consequences showing up on the painting of Ackshun P. Reslin and not himself? One word to describe it in the eyes of Coliron…fascinating. And yet it wasn’t fantasy but fact. Was there some subtle affinity between the chemical atoms that shaped themselves into form and color on the canvas and the soul that was within him? Could it be that what that soul thought the atoms realized? That what it dreamed, they made true? Or was there some other more terrible reason? Coliron shuddered and felt afraid.[/color]
Jason Coliron: As ashamed as I am of what this portrait has become, I have to get this off of my chest immediately. Somebody somewhere must have a remedy…
{{Coliron walks over to his bed and picks up his cellular phone from it. He quickly dials a number and places the phone up to his ear.}}[/color]
Hey….it’s me. Is Michael over there with you? Good….I need to see you guys as soon as possible…both of you! What is it? Well….I can’t go into detail right now, you have to literally see this for yourselves. I’ll buy you guys a beer or something, but please….come over right now! Okay…sounds good, thank you.
{{Coliron breathes a sigh of relief, as help seems to be on its way. The scene fades out and then shifts to the front door of Coliron’s home, approximately ten minutes later, and he greets two men and welcomes them inside. The man on the left, standing at about six feet four inches, is referred to as Jonathan “Beaver” Tarantino. No relation to Quentin and apparently an avid fan of the popular 1960’s American television show Leave It To Beaver, Beaver walks inside as he is followed in by a man about three inches shorter than him and who identifies himself as Michael Lifeless. Coliron closes the door behind them and makes a request.}}[/color]
Follow me...
{{Beaver and Lifeless continue to follow Coliron as all three men wind up in the bedroom. The painting, which is now propped up on the bed, instantly catches Coliron’s guests off guard as their faces show utter disgust.}}[/color]
Beaver: What in the world is this??!!
Jason Coliron: Ackshun P. Reslin painted it for me not too long ago.
Michael Lifeless: Your Jesus is quite familiar with Ackshun’s work, but this? Was he off of his game that day or something?
A quick side fact about Lifeless is that frequently speaks in the third person.[/color]
Jason Coliron: No, not at all. The painting was heavenly…at first. It accurately depicted my aura but a wish of mine came true and changed it.
Michael Lifeless: Your Jesus knows heavenly very well and that my friend looks like it was created in the fiery pits of hell.
Beaver: What is this wish you speak of?
Jason Coliron: My words were something along the lines of me wishing to always remain young, durable, and energetic in my physical frame. The portrait was an awesome display of my youthful brawn and then it suddenly hit me…I realized that one day this would no longer be my reality. I will grow old and fade into obscurity while the new guys in town like Anthony Bailey will replace me. But something changed that night with my proclamation. I decided to repay Mr. Bailey evil for evil and stopped by his little townhouse for a visit and when I came home later that night, the portrait had changed. And since then it has only gotten worse. The plus side is that my wish came true but on the other hand, what if somebody else besides us saw this image? I’d be ruined forever! So mission number one is to make Anthony Bailey suffer for his wrongdoings and lastly, we must make Ackshun’s painting of me beautiful once again.
Coliron had a way with words so his friends didn’t need much convincing.[/color]
Beaver: I’m all for it. Let’s make him pay! What did you have in mind?
Jason Coliron: Apparently Bailey is in love with some tramp. Let’s take her hostage and I bet that fool will come on his hands and knees begging us for mercy.
Beaver: Sounds brilliant. Where are we going to keep her?
{{Coliron scratches his head as his plan wasn’t quite thought all the way through yet.}}[/color]
Jason Coliron: Well…I was hoping you can come up with that part for me ol’ buddy. You’re a master at masquerading the truth.
Bailey himself had this line purposefully inserted into the promo’s script to poke fun at Reaver, formerly known as Johnny Knuckles, for coming under scrutiny a few months ago for stealing someone’s identity.[/color]
Beaver: Ha! You’re right. Nobody can hide reality better than I can.
{{A riled up Coliron and Beaver are ready to pay Bailey’s girl a visit when Lifeless stops them in their tracks.}}[/color]
Michael Lifeless: Before we seek vengeance gentlemen, your Jesus would like to expose his miracle working power on this painting. Water to wine? Simple. Raising Lazarus from the dead? Piece of cake. So this should be nothing.
{{Coliron and Beaver step back as Lifeless begins to do some eccentric hand motions.}}[/color]
By the power vested in your Jesus by God, my Father, I now pronounce this portrait to be returned to its departed personality!!
{{Nothing happens.}}[/color]
I said…be returned to your departed personality!!!
{{Still nothing happens as Coliron and Beaver look at each other.}}[/color]
Your Jesus commands you to no longer bear the marks of sin and be returned to your departed personality!!
{{After no sign of change whatsoever in the painting, Lifeless quickly relents and tries to save himself some embarrassment.}}[/color]
So, you fellas ready to go pick up that broad or what?
{{Lifeless exits the bedroom as Coliron and Beaver follow behind him trying their hardest not to laugh. The scene fades to black before switching to an emotional reenactment of Tasha’s kidnapping last month in Uruguay. The real Tasha, Bailey’s ex girlfriend, is gagged and tied to a chair beside the Coliron lookalike. With authentic tears flowing from her eyes as she channels the horrific real life experience from a few weeks ago, Coliron looks directly into the camera and begins to speak.}}[/color]
Jason Coliron: Say Hello Dear!! She's bashful right now Bailey. We have some big news we wanted to share with you. She wanted to keep it quiet so your feelings wouldn't be hurt. So sweet isn't she? Well I decided that it was best to be honest with you. We done went and got ourselves HITCHED!! That's right, take a moment to let it really sink in...Oh you're drooling sweat heart! With marriage it has to have a lot of things to work. Trust which CLEARLY needs work on. But it also needs a certain "element" in the bedroom. I can ASSURE you that if you deny me this Match I will make SURE Tasha here has a Honey Moon that will never leave her dreams at night..I'm giving you 24 Hours to make your decision and if you accept, I give you my WORD I will never bother Tasha again, Thieves Honor. If you don't accept? The Honey Moon begins Bailey and I PROMISE that it will find it's way onto the Internet for ALL to see and enjoy...Say goodbye Tasha...*
{{Coliron lifts her face again squeezing it at the jaw and cheeks. He then shoves her sideways as her chair tips over. A thud is heard and Coliron covers his open mouth with one hand as if he did it by accident. The scene then deviates to black as the voice of Anthony Bailey is heard reading the writings of Oscar Wilde.}}[/color]
Anthony Bailey: How sad it is. Good resolutions are useless attempts to interfere with scientific laws. Their origin is pure vanity. Their result is absolutely nil. They give us, now and then, some of those luxurious sterile emotions that have a certain charm for the weak. That is all that can be said for them. They are simply checks that men draw on a bank where they have no account. Suddenly we find that we are no longer the actors, but the spectators of the play. Or rather we are both. We watch ourselves, and the mere wonder of the spectacle enthralls us. In the present case, what is it that has really happened?
{{The scene opens up once again to the inside of the bedroom of Jason Coliron. Coliron is now alone with no evident sign of Beaver or Lifeless in sight. As he closes the door behind him, Coliron walks over to his desk and turns on the lamp, making the room brighter. He rushes over to the screen covering his painting and drew it back. The painting was more outlandish and vile than before! Tasha’s kidnapping displayed some new red paint around his palms, signifying that her blood and any harm that came her way was now on his hands. Tears began to fill the eyes of Coliron as he was coming to realize that there might not be a reversal of his new path. Once standing for what was moral and upright had ceased. Coliron’s heart towards others, especially Bailey, had waxed cold and the heinous portrait showed it, even if his physical features didn’t.}}[/color]
Coliron felt that the time had really come for making his choice. Or had his choice already been made? Yes, life had decided that for him. Life and his own infinite curiosity about life. Ackshun P. Reslin’s priority muse, eternal youth, strength, pleasures subtle and secret, wild joys and wilder sins…he was to have all of these things. The portrait was to bear the burden of his shame: that was all. But now his once bright face on the canvas had grown dim and had become desecrated by his immoral actions towards Anthony Bailey.[/color]
{{Finally, the scene changes one final time from the gloomy ambiance of Jason Coliron's bedroom to Anthony Bailey. In an undisclosed location and breaking the fourth wall of his Dorian Gray influenced promo, Bailey, wearing a plain white Dying Breed T-shirt and blue jeans, looks directly into the camera. Placed strategically and plainly behind him once again is the painting of Jason Coliron a.k.a. Jason Kash. Bailey exhales, places his hands inside of his pockets, and begins to speak.}}[/color]
Anthony Bailey: I hope Mr. Wilde isn’t presently rolling over in his grave over my portrayal of his classic novel. I probably didn’t do this timeless story the justice that it deserved, but I couldn’t think of any better way to portray the man that I love to hate, Jason Kash.
Tomorrow night in Brazil, the very country that The Dying Breed took to post Rasslemania to celebrate our second Tag Title victory, all of Jason Kash's sins towards The Promise will be paid for. Every offense carried out and every slanderous word uttered towards me will be recompensed...in full. This round in Rio won't signify partying, flowing liquor, and grins from ear to ear with the ones closest to me. This round will represent vengeance and suffering. This round will represent justice. The price for sin is torment and you Kash will experience more than enough of that at Mayhem.
This round, the final round as you claim it'll be until your feathers get ruffled again and you need another stroke of your ego, will be the most vicious of them all. We made history that night at Test For The Best. That was a hard fought match between us but this boy from the suburbs, who in your words is a "snitch" and lacks street credibility aside from my friendship with Hopkins , will give you a night inside of that ring that you will never ever forget. Test For The Best will look like a dark match compared to the stuff that I have planned for you tomorrow night.
But my agenda for Mayhem doesn't involve me reinventing the wheel, I'm just sticking to the script and the path that has already been laid before me. While you are stressing out every fiber of your being on how to physically handle me and how to finally "conquer" me, I'm dwelling at ease. While others have feared you, I never have. I respect you but over the last year that has greatly decreased with your antics. Maybe you will re-earn it tomorrow, just maybe...
Gay jokes, junkie jokes, etc...this match between us is no joking manner whatsoever.Bring your A game Kash because you know who I am. I'm not a snitch or a fake, I am Anthony Bailey....APW's only promise...the only promise that cannot, and will not, be broken.
{{Bailey looked around the room and saw a knife. The same knife that he had intended to use on the intruder that broke into his home last month. The intruder that ended up being none other than Jason Kash. The knife was bright and it glistened. As it had intended to kill the intruder, so it would be utilized to kill the portrait of the intruder and all that he stood for. It would kill the past, and when that was dead, he would finally be free. It would kill this monstrous soul of Jason Kash and he could finally be at peace. Bailey seized the knife and stabbed the picture with it. Repeatedly ramming the knife into the painting and face of Jason Kash, suddenly there was a loud cry and crash in the same room as Bailey. The camera turns towards the noise and lying on the floor was the look alike of Jason Coliron deceased and with a knife in his heart. Coliron was withered, wrinkled, and loathsome of appearance. The scene slowly fades to black as Bailey stands over the dead body of his adversary.}}
*Taken from Sunday Night Asylum results on April 7, 2013.[/color]
"I don't want to be at the mercy of my emotions. I want to use them, to enjoy them, and to dominate them." – Oscar Wilde
{{The scene opens to the bedroom of the distinct look alike of Jason Andrew Coliron, better known to the masses as controversial APW megastar and Grand Slam Champion Jason Kash. Coliron silently gazes at the painting, which has been placed in a corner, that has instantly re-shaped his outlook on life. Once a delectable work of art, his portrait had become more grotesque as the days went by. Every evil deed and thought appeared to manifest in the painting of Ackshun P. Reslin. Coliron wanted to keep his deep dark secret concealed but he had to inform at least one other soul. Maybe they would be able to provide some worthwhile assistance. Coliron begins to speak to himself.}}[/color]
Jason Coliron: What am I to make of this? Am I residing in a dream world or solidity? All I wanted was for my likeness to be encapsulated by the talented hands of Reslin. All I wanted was to be able to flaunt something that I was proud of to my family and friends; like my Grand Slam Champion achievement and the numerous other noteworthy things that I have accomplished. This wasn’t my fault; it had to be Bailey’s. It just had to be. Had he never come along, none of this would have ever happened…
There is great pleasure in self reproach. When we blame ourselves, we feel that no one else has a right to blame us. But in this case, Coliron didn’t want to blame anyone but Anthony Bailey. And as Coliron remembered afterwards, and with no small wonder, he found himself gazing at the portrait with a feeling of almost scientific interest. That such an adjustment should have taken place was incredible to him. His consequences showing up on the painting of Ackshun P. Reslin and not himself? One word to describe it in the eyes of Coliron…fascinating. And yet it wasn’t fantasy but fact. Was there some subtle affinity between the chemical atoms that shaped themselves into form and color on the canvas and the soul that was within him? Could it be that what that soul thought the atoms realized? That what it dreamed, they made true? Or was there some other more terrible reason? Coliron shuddered and felt afraid.[/color]
Jason Coliron: As ashamed as I am of what this portrait has become, I have to get this off of my chest immediately. Somebody somewhere must have a remedy…
{{Coliron walks over to his bed and picks up his cellular phone from it. He quickly dials a number and places the phone up to his ear.}}[/color]
Hey….it’s me. Is Michael over there with you? Good….I need to see you guys as soon as possible…both of you! What is it? Well….I can’t go into detail right now, you have to literally see this for yourselves. I’ll buy you guys a beer or something, but please….come over right now! Okay…sounds good, thank you.
{{Coliron breathes a sigh of relief, as help seems to be on its way. The scene fades out and then shifts to the front door of Coliron’s home, approximately ten minutes later, and he greets two men and welcomes them inside. The man on the left, standing at about six feet four inches, is referred to as Jonathan “Beaver” Tarantino. No relation to Quentin and apparently an avid fan of the popular 1960’s American television show Leave It To Beaver, Beaver walks inside as he is followed in by a man about three inches shorter than him and who identifies himself as Michael Lifeless. Coliron closes the door behind them and makes a request.}}[/color]
Follow me...
{{Beaver and Lifeless continue to follow Coliron as all three men wind up in the bedroom. The painting, which is now propped up on the bed, instantly catches Coliron’s guests off guard as their faces show utter disgust.}}[/color]
Beaver: What in the world is this??!!
Jason Coliron: Ackshun P. Reslin painted it for me not too long ago.
Michael Lifeless: Your Jesus is quite familiar with Ackshun’s work, but this? Was he off of his game that day or something?
A quick side fact about Lifeless is that frequently speaks in the third person.[/color]
Jason Coliron: No, not at all. The painting was heavenly…at first. It accurately depicted my aura but a wish of mine came true and changed it.
Michael Lifeless: Your Jesus knows heavenly very well and that my friend looks like it was created in the fiery pits of hell.
Beaver: What is this wish you speak of?
Jason Coliron: My words were something along the lines of me wishing to always remain young, durable, and energetic in my physical frame. The portrait was an awesome display of my youthful brawn and then it suddenly hit me…I realized that one day this would no longer be my reality. I will grow old and fade into obscurity while the new guys in town like Anthony Bailey will replace me. But something changed that night with my proclamation. I decided to repay Mr. Bailey evil for evil and stopped by his little townhouse for a visit and when I came home later that night, the portrait had changed. And since then it has only gotten worse. The plus side is that my wish came true but on the other hand, what if somebody else besides us saw this image? I’d be ruined forever! So mission number one is to make Anthony Bailey suffer for his wrongdoings and lastly, we must make Ackshun’s painting of me beautiful once again.
Coliron had a way with words so his friends didn’t need much convincing.[/color]
Beaver: I’m all for it. Let’s make him pay! What did you have in mind?
Jason Coliron: Apparently Bailey is in love with some tramp. Let’s take her hostage and I bet that fool will come on his hands and knees begging us for mercy.
Beaver: Sounds brilliant. Where are we going to keep her?
{{Coliron scratches his head as his plan wasn’t quite thought all the way through yet.}}[/color]
Jason Coliron: Well…I was hoping you can come up with that part for me ol’ buddy. You’re a master at masquerading the truth.
Bailey himself had this line purposefully inserted into the promo’s script to poke fun at Reaver, formerly known as Johnny Knuckles, for coming under scrutiny a few months ago for stealing someone’s identity.[/color]
Beaver: Ha! You’re right. Nobody can hide reality better than I can.
{{A riled up Coliron and Beaver are ready to pay Bailey’s girl a visit when Lifeless stops them in their tracks.}}[/color]
Michael Lifeless: Before we seek vengeance gentlemen, your Jesus would like to expose his miracle working power on this painting. Water to wine? Simple. Raising Lazarus from the dead? Piece of cake. So this should be nothing.
{{Coliron and Beaver step back as Lifeless begins to do some eccentric hand motions.}}[/color]
By the power vested in your Jesus by God, my Father, I now pronounce this portrait to be returned to its departed personality!!
{{Nothing happens.}}[/color]
I said…be returned to your departed personality!!!
{{Still nothing happens as Coliron and Beaver look at each other.}}[/color]
Your Jesus commands you to no longer bear the marks of sin and be returned to your departed personality!!
{{After no sign of change whatsoever in the painting, Lifeless quickly relents and tries to save himself some embarrassment.}}[/color]
So, you fellas ready to go pick up that broad or what?
{{Lifeless exits the bedroom as Coliron and Beaver follow behind him trying their hardest not to laugh. The scene fades to black before switching to an emotional reenactment of Tasha’s kidnapping last month in Uruguay. The real Tasha, Bailey’s ex girlfriend, is gagged and tied to a chair beside the Coliron lookalike. With authentic tears flowing from her eyes as she channels the horrific real life experience from a few weeks ago, Coliron looks directly into the camera and begins to speak.}}[/color]
Jason Coliron: Say Hello Dear!! She's bashful right now Bailey. We have some big news we wanted to share with you. She wanted to keep it quiet so your feelings wouldn't be hurt. So sweet isn't she? Well I decided that it was best to be honest with you. We done went and got ourselves HITCHED!! That's right, take a moment to let it really sink in...Oh you're drooling sweat heart! With marriage it has to have a lot of things to work. Trust which CLEARLY needs work on. But it also needs a certain "element" in the bedroom. I can ASSURE you that if you deny me this Match I will make SURE Tasha here has a Honey Moon that will never leave her dreams at night..I'm giving you 24 Hours to make your decision and if you accept, I give you my WORD I will never bother Tasha again, Thieves Honor. If you don't accept? The Honey Moon begins Bailey and I PROMISE that it will find it's way onto the Internet for ALL to see and enjoy...Say goodbye Tasha...*
{{Coliron lifts her face again squeezing it at the jaw and cheeks. He then shoves her sideways as her chair tips over. A thud is heard and Coliron covers his open mouth with one hand as if he did it by accident. The scene then deviates to black as the voice of Anthony Bailey is heard reading the writings of Oscar Wilde.}}[/color]
Anthony Bailey: How sad it is. Good resolutions are useless attempts to interfere with scientific laws. Their origin is pure vanity. Their result is absolutely nil. They give us, now and then, some of those luxurious sterile emotions that have a certain charm for the weak. That is all that can be said for them. They are simply checks that men draw on a bank where they have no account. Suddenly we find that we are no longer the actors, but the spectators of the play. Or rather we are both. We watch ourselves, and the mere wonder of the spectacle enthralls us. In the present case, what is it that has really happened?
{{The scene opens up once again to the inside of the bedroom of Jason Coliron. Coliron is now alone with no evident sign of Beaver or Lifeless in sight. As he closes the door behind him, Coliron walks over to his desk and turns on the lamp, making the room brighter. He rushes over to the screen covering his painting and drew it back. The painting was more outlandish and vile than before! Tasha’s kidnapping displayed some new red paint around his palms, signifying that her blood and any harm that came her way was now on his hands. Tears began to fill the eyes of Coliron as he was coming to realize that there might not be a reversal of his new path. Once standing for what was moral and upright had ceased. Coliron’s heart towards others, especially Bailey, had waxed cold and the heinous portrait showed it, even if his physical features didn’t.}}[/color]
Coliron felt that the time had really come for making his choice. Or had his choice already been made? Yes, life had decided that for him. Life and his own infinite curiosity about life. Ackshun P. Reslin’s priority muse, eternal youth, strength, pleasures subtle and secret, wild joys and wilder sins…he was to have all of these things. The portrait was to bear the burden of his shame: that was all. But now his once bright face on the canvas had grown dim and had become desecrated by his immoral actions towards Anthony Bailey.[/color]
{{Finally, the scene changes one final time from the gloomy ambiance of Jason Coliron's bedroom to Anthony Bailey. In an undisclosed location and breaking the fourth wall of his Dorian Gray influenced promo, Bailey, wearing a plain white Dying Breed T-shirt and blue jeans, looks directly into the camera. Placed strategically and plainly behind him once again is the painting of Jason Coliron a.k.a. Jason Kash. Bailey exhales, places his hands inside of his pockets, and begins to speak.}}[/color]
Anthony Bailey: I hope Mr. Wilde isn’t presently rolling over in his grave over my portrayal of his classic novel. I probably didn’t do this timeless story the justice that it deserved, but I couldn’t think of any better way to portray the man that I love to hate, Jason Kash.
Tomorrow night in Brazil, the very country that The Dying Breed took to post Rasslemania to celebrate our second Tag Title victory, all of Jason Kash's sins towards The Promise will be paid for. Every offense carried out and every slanderous word uttered towards me will be recompensed...in full. This round in Rio won't signify partying, flowing liquor, and grins from ear to ear with the ones closest to me. This round will represent vengeance and suffering. This round will represent justice. The price for sin is torment and you Kash will experience more than enough of that at Mayhem.
This round, the final round as you claim it'll be until your feathers get ruffled again and you need another stroke of your ego, will be the most vicious of them all. We made history that night at Test For The Best. That was a hard fought match between us but this boy from the suburbs, who in your words is a "snitch" and lacks street credibility aside from my friendship with Hopkins , will give you a night inside of that ring that you will never ever forget. Test For The Best will look like a dark match compared to the stuff that I have planned for you tomorrow night.
But my agenda for Mayhem doesn't involve me reinventing the wheel, I'm just sticking to the script and the path that has already been laid before me. While you are stressing out every fiber of your being on how to physically handle me and how to finally "conquer" me, I'm dwelling at ease. While others have feared you, I never have. I respect you but over the last year that has greatly decreased with your antics. Maybe you will re-earn it tomorrow, just maybe...
Gay jokes, junkie jokes, etc...this match between us is no joking manner whatsoever.Bring your A game Kash because you know who I am. I'm not a snitch or a fake, I am Anthony Bailey....APW's only promise...the only promise that cannot, and will not, be broken.
{{Bailey looked around the room and saw a knife. The same knife that he had intended to use on the intruder that broke into his home last month. The intruder that ended up being none other than Jason Kash. The knife was bright and it glistened. As it had intended to kill the intruder, so it would be utilized to kill the portrait of the intruder and all that he stood for. It would kill the past, and when that was dead, he would finally be free. It would kill this monstrous soul of Jason Kash and he could finally be at peace. Bailey seized the knife and stabbed the picture with it. Repeatedly ramming the knife into the painting and face of Jason Kash, suddenly there was a loud cry and crash in the same room as Bailey. The camera turns towards the noise and lying on the floor was the look alike of Jason Coliron deceased and with a knife in his heart. Coliron was withered, wrinkled, and loathsome of appearance. The scene slowly fades to black as Bailey stands over the dead body of his adversary.}}
*Taken from Sunday Night Asylum results on April 7, 2013.[/color]
