Post by Anthony Bailey on Jun 1, 2013 4:40:37 GMT -4
"We're not starting from square one. People know who we are." – Wayne Wilson
{{The scene opens to the inside of a meeting room in the four star Hilton St. Augustine Historic Bayfront hotel located in St. Augustine, FL. Anthony Bailey has called an early morning assembly with his friends and members of The Dying Breed, Jair Hopkins and William D. Williams, and with his mentor Frank “The Tank” Cavalli. Clad in a black, white, and red T-shirt that says “TDB” across the chest and some black sweatpants and with his peers seated at roundtable along with him, Bailey wanted to address the fallout from Mayhem and review the gameplan for the first ever Sunday Night Raab-A-Mania. Clearing his throat after a quick sip of his coffee, Bailey clears his throat and looks directly at all three of his tired peers. He begins to speak.}}[/color]
Anthony Bailey: Good morning gentlemen.
{{Hopkins drowsily responds.}}[/color]
J-Hop: Good morning Ant.
Frank Cavalli: How you doing today kid?
Anthony Bailey: I’m doing great. I’m finally all rested from Mayhem and the Meltdown Supershow and now I’m ready to get back out there on the road.
Williams: Yeah bro, same here. So what was it exactly that you wanted to talk to us about?
Williams wasn’t one to beat around the bush and Bailey was well aware of this.
Anthony Bailey: Well there is definitely a purpose for us gathering here at this hour. It’s Saturday morning and I know that you all were either just about to go to sleep or that you were already asleep so I apologize for interfering with that. But I wanted to talk Sunday Night Raab-A-Mania...
J-Hop: Is it about each one of us being in qualifying matches for Test For The Best and the possibility of us stepping into the ring against each other?
Anthony Bailey: No, not exactly but that did cross my mind.
Williams: Is it about The New Sindicate? They are looking to take over our entire brand and not to mention…they don’t think too highly of The Dying Breed.
{{Bailey rolls his heavy eyes.}}[/color]
Anthony Bailey: The Sindicate? They are the least of my worries right about now.
Frank Cavalli: Well you going to make us keep playing the guessing game or what? Spit it out kid.
Cavalli was even more blunt than Williams. At their initial meeting in FAWA, Bailey didn’t take a liking to Cavalli because their personalities clashed but over time as he got to know him, Bailey couldn’t imagine how his life would have wound up without Cavalli being a vital part of it.
Anthony Bailey: It’s about Jason Kash...
{{Baffling his stablemates and mentor, they all look at each other in uncertainty.}}[/color]
J-Hop: So Ant, let me get this straight my dude…you woke us all up at four o’clock in the morning on a weekend to talk about Kash? Couldn’t this have waited until like noon? And talks like these are so much more productive over brunch.
Williams: Yeah man, I’m starving...
{{Cavalli nods his head in agreement.}}[/color]
Anthony Bailey: Don’t worry I’ll take you all out for some breakfast right after this, my treat.
Williams: That is music to my ears. Carry on Champ!
{{Bailey smirks.}}[/color]
Anthony Bailey: Very well then...now…and I want you all to be honest with me. Where did I go wrong against Kash at Mayhem? The Supershow with you J went great but what about the previous night? Did I lack intensity or something?
{{Not knowing where Bailey was going with this since he was always so dauntless against his arch nemesis, Cavalli speaks up as Hopkins and Williams remain silent.}}[/color]
Frank Cavalli: Now I know that I’m not employed by APW or anything like that but I try to follow it as much as I can. But honestly you did no wrong from what I can tell. I’ve seen you grow leaps and bounds in this business in only a short amount of time and your showing almost two weeks ago at Mayhem was phenomenal. Easily one of your best matches, if not your best matches, ever.
Cavalli’s words of affirmation pleased Bailey.
Anthony Bailey: Thank you Frank, that means a lot.
J-Hop: Echoing what Frank said, you don’t have anything to be ashamed of. You went out there and gave it your all against him and went out there and repeated the same thing the next night in Santiago against M&M. The Dying Breed is all about living life and doing what we do best with no regrets.
Williams: I agree with all of them. You’re still the man, Champ.
Anthony Bailey: I don’t necessarily think that I am second guessing what I can do inside that ring. I just think that maybe my whole approach was all wrong. Maybe the Dorian Gray thing was too…hmmm…what’s the word I’m looking for?
{{Cavalli responds to Bailey’s rhetorical question.}}[/color]
Frank Cavalli: It wasn’t you…
Anthony Bailey: I would’ve most likely said it in a less harsher way but I get where you are going.
{{They all laugh.}}[/color]
Frank Cavalli: Not trying to be harsh at all but I watched the promos…both of them…and you just looked like you were out of your element.
Anthony Bailey: Oh, I was...
A film student majoring in Graphic Design/New Media at St. John’s River State College in St. Augustine was the brains behind Bailey’s recent “The Picture of Jason Andrew Coliron” promos for Mayhem. The student got the gig after responding to an online ad Bailey had posted himself. Bailey is all for giving the new guys an opportunity to shine but this student wasn’t able to effectively capture Bailey’s vision on camera or make it come to life.
The guy certainly had a good heart but unless he works on his craft a bit more, I don’t think that I will be utilizing him anytime soon.
Frank Cavalli: From an artistic standpoint, the promos were great. It was just too dark for your taste. You are a lighthearted and easy going guy and how you were depicted didn’t fit your brand.
Anthony Bailey: Ah, gotcha...so now what? Where do I go from here?
Frank Cavalli: Take it back to square one. Nothing wrong with getting fancy and wanting to add some special effects or hire a couple of look alike actors for your promos but you beat him before without any of that stuff…twice.
J-Hop: That is true.
Frank Cavalli: Stick to your guns and stick with what you know. Stay in your lane and you’ll be alright. It’s a guarantee.
Anthony Bailey: Thank you for the words of encouragement. You all helped me and now it’s my time to help you…who’s ready to eat?
Williams: You don’t have to ask my twice. Is there a Waffle House around here anywhere?
Anthony Bailey: Yeah. There’s one not too far from here. Plus there is no traffic at this time.
Williams: Cool. Is everybody good with that?
{{Hopkins and Cavalli nod their heads.}}[/color]
Anthony Bailey: Sounds good. Let’s head over there then…
{{The scene slowly fades to black as all four men rise up from the roundtable and then shifts to the parking lot of a local Waffle House. Since the hour is still early, the lot is desolate as Bailey stands in front of the camera all by himself. Assuming that his friends have all gone inside, Bailey looks directly into the camera before speaking. He fights through the fatigue to get his point across.}}[/color]
Round of applause to you Jason Kash. At Mayhem, you did what you set out to do. A true Julius Caesar of his time; you came, you saw, and you conquered. But not without some travail, not without some blood, not without some sweat, and certainly not without a fair share of tears. You had to work for that win and I don’t mean only in the context of that chaotic night in Rio. For one whole year, I terrorized your very essence and discharged you on a relentless mission of vengeance. I’m sure that I caused you some sleepless nights and some sporadic nights of awaking in a cold sweat. I made you second guess everything.
I made you question your skills, your focus…heck; I think I even made you question your purpose here on earth. But oh, how relentless of a mission that was. A mission to where you invaded the privacy of my home on more than one occasion and affected me emotionally when you got Tasha and Rob involved. A mission to prove that a Grand Slam Champion was the golden boy of Asylum far before I was or long before Callahan ever uttered those words about me. From the outside looking in, Mayhem was the pinnacle of our rivalry and I agree to an extent. But if that’s the case, then where does that leave us for tomorrow night? Can the pinnacle be surpassed?
Will you get the best of me once again Kash or will I survive and advance in this tournament for the next pay per view extravaganza, Test For The Best? I try to remain optimistic even in the midst of the most unfortunate events and though I’m coming off of a loss at Mayhem, optimism along with confidence is certainly on my side. Why? Well for one Hopkins and I had to take a flight out to Santiago, Chile the next day and defend our Tag Team Titles in another hard fought match against M&M. Handing one of the premier tag teams in all of APW their first two on two loss ever was just the resolution that I needed. AJP said herself that I’m not invincible and I agree with her.
You exposed my invincibility Kash but as AJP also saw...I rise to the occasion. When the chips are down, when backs are up against the wall, when skepticism trumps certainty…Anthony Bailey rises and when I rise, I stand taller than the Statue of Liberty. And just in case I didn’t desire to take this determination of mine to the bank and cash it in, I have a plan B to fall back on. You see Kash, I don’t tote guns for leisure, I’ve never done drugs, I’m not out impregnating any and every thing that walks, and quite frankly, I could care less about “street credibility.” Knowing the subject of history is more important to me than a man or woman’s perception about who they think I am. I don’t want to be credible in the urbanized cities of America, I want to be respected.
As long as people respect me, know that they are unable to take advantage of me, and know that I am not afraid of anyone; we’ll all be in a good spot. Nine times out of ten you probably wouldn’t have caught Michael Jackson, when he was still living, hanging out in the hood. Was it because he was scared? Of course not. His tax bracket alone could have afforded him the best security on the planet. But Michael Jackson didn’t need to go to the hood because nothing beneficial would have come from him being there. But mention the name of Michael Jackson in the roughest hood in America and what happens? Homage is paid and respect is shown because of who he is, his craft, and his timeless influence.
Not putting myself on the same playing field as Michael, but I can identify with that idea. Michael didn’t seek street credibility to be validated by people who grew up like you Jason Kash, all he wanted was to chill on his ranch and have fun. And me? Stress free leisure is also my thing. I’d much rather watch the History Channel or read a good historical book than have some sort of street credibility. History possesses more longevity…and if history has revealed anything it’s this….we must become familiar with it and learn all we can from it so that we don’t repeat the same mistakes again. What happened at last year’s Test For The Best? I don’t mean to knock you off of your high horse or hinder any momentum coming out of Mayhem but Test For The Best 2012 in Chicago is when I became the APW World Heavyweight Champion.
Now Sunday Night Raab-A-Mania in Lafayette, Louisiana isn’t Test For The Best but it’s only an event leading up to it and probably the most important one given all of the qualifying matches that are taking place. But even put into perspective what was going on last year before the pay per view. You were trying to get into my head and under my skin but you failed. Breaking into my house aggravated me but it wasn’t enough to nudge me to the edge and make me take a leap. Material things have never really mattered to me because I can’t take an ounce of it with me when I’m dead and gone. Now that’s not a free license for you to break into home again because if you do and I happen to catch you, the phrase “foul play” will take on a whole new meaning.
Kash, you have been deceived into thinking that the outcome of our no disqualification match worked in your favor. My toothless and simple minded pal…don’t you get it? You won the battle but I will win the war…wait scratch that…I have already won the war. Crank up some of that John Lennon and Harlem Community Choir on Spotify because the war is over. It’s just that you either haven’t gotten the memo or are too afraid to admit the truth. Tomorrow will be yet another good ol’ time in that ring between two of APW’s best but The Promise will subdue the Grand Slam Champion. I’ve done it before and I can certainly do it again.
You’ve seen the hidden things about me huh? Well come Sunday night, that third eye of yours will be plucked out and cast aside. Right along with your egotism and false sense of entitlement. When you get off of that plane in Louisiana on tomorrow Kash, please leave that chip on your shoulder at home in Houston where it belongs. Nobody owes you anything and hopefully in approximately twenty-four hours from now, after you taste defeat from me for a third time, you’ll sober up. Back in your pothead days sobering up meant something totally different but now, it’s apparent that your judgment even without illegal substances is cloudy. One win over me and you expect the stars in our galaxy to line up and start to sing your praises? Save it Kash.
You were the one I defeated for the World Title in the lumberjack match last year and this year, you will be the first of many stepping stones in my path for the Undisputed Title. I never received my title rematch the way Callahan or Atken did. I have patiently awaited my turn and now the patience is beginning to wear thin. Some might call this regrouping but I simply call it doing what I’m known to do. I am Anthony Bailey…APW’s only Promise…the only Promise that can't be broken. Until Lafayette…
{{The scene slowly fades to black.}}[/color]
{{The scene opens to the inside of a meeting room in the four star Hilton St. Augustine Historic Bayfront hotel located in St. Augustine, FL. Anthony Bailey has called an early morning assembly with his friends and members of The Dying Breed, Jair Hopkins and William D. Williams, and with his mentor Frank “The Tank” Cavalli. Clad in a black, white, and red T-shirt that says “TDB” across the chest and some black sweatpants and with his peers seated at roundtable along with him, Bailey wanted to address the fallout from Mayhem and review the gameplan for the first ever Sunday Night Raab-A-Mania. Clearing his throat after a quick sip of his coffee, Bailey clears his throat and looks directly at all three of his tired peers. He begins to speak.}}[/color]
Anthony Bailey: Good morning gentlemen.
{{Hopkins drowsily responds.}}[/color]
J-Hop: Good morning Ant.
Frank Cavalli: How you doing today kid?
Anthony Bailey: I’m doing great. I’m finally all rested from Mayhem and the Meltdown Supershow and now I’m ready to get back out there on the road.
Williams: Yeah bro, same here. So what was it exactly that you wanted to talk to us about?
Williams wasn’t one to beat around the bush and Bailey was well aware of this.
Anthony Bailey: Well there is definitely a purpose for us gathering here at this hour. It’s Saturday morning and I know that you all were either just about to go to sleep or that you were already asleep so I apologize for interfering with that. But I wanted to talk Sunday Night Raab-A-Mania...
J-Hop: Is it about each one of us being in qualifying matches for Test For The Best and the possibility of us stepping into the ring against each other?
Anthony Bailey: No, not exactly but that did cross my mind.
Williams: Is it about The New Sindicate? They are looking to take over our entire brand and not to mention…they don’t think too highly of The Dying Breed.
{{Bailey rolls his heavy eyes.}}[/color]
Anthony Bailey: The Sindicate? They are the least of my worries right about now.
Frank Cavalli: Well you going to make us keep playing the guessing game or what? Spit it out kid.
Cavalli was even more blunt than Williams. At their initial meeting in FAWA, Bailey didn’t take a liking to Cavalli because their personalities clashed but over time as he got to know him, Bailey couldn’t imagine how his life would have wound up without Cavalli being a vital part of it.
Anthony Bailey: It’s about Jason Kash...
{{Baffling his stablemates and mentor, they all look at each other in uncertainty.}}[/color]
J-Hop: So Ant, let me get this straight my dude…you woke us all up at four o’clock in the morning on a weekend to talk about Kash? Couldn’t this have waited until like noon? And talks like these are so much more productive over brunch.
Williams: Yeah man, I’m starving...
{{Cavalli nods his head in agreement.}}[/color]
Anthony Bailey: Don’t worry I’ll take you all out for some breakfast right after this, my treat.
Williams: That is music to my ears. Carry on Champ!
{{Bailey smirks.}}[/color]
Anthony Bailey: Very well then...now…and I want you all to be honest with me. Where did I go wrong against Kash at Mayhem? The Supershow with you J went great but what about the previous night? Did I lack intensity or something?
{{Not knowing where Bailey was going with this since he was always so dauntless against his arch nemesis, Cavalli speaks up as Hopkins and Williams remain silent.}}[/color]
Frank Cavalli: Now I know that I’m not employed by APW or anything like that but I try to follow it as much as I can. But honestly you did no wrong from what I can tell. I’ve seen you grow leaps and bounds in this business in only a short amount of time and your showing almost two weeks ago at Mayhem was phenomenal. Easily one of your best matches, if not your best matches, ever.
Cavalli’s words of affirmation pleased Bailey.
Anthony Bailey: Thank you Frank, that means a lot.
J-Hop: Echoing what Frank said, you don’t have anything to be ashamed of. You went out there and gave it your all against him and went out there and repeated the same thing the next night in Santiago against M&M. The Dying Breed is all about living life and doing what we do best with no regrets.
Williams: I agree with all of them. You’re still the man, Champ.
Anthony Bailey: I don’t necessarily think that I am second guessing what I can do inside that ring. I just think that maybe my whole approach was all wrong. Maybe the Dorian Gray thing was too…hmmm…what’s the word I’m looking for?
{{Cavalli responds to Bailey’s rhetorical question.}}[/color]
Frank Cavalli: It wasn’t you…
Anthony Bailey: I would’ve most likely said it in a less harsher way but I get where you are going.
{{They all laugh.}}[/color]
Frank Cavalli: Not trying to be harsh at all but I watched the promos…both of them…and you just looked like you were out of your element.
Anthony Bailey: Oh, I was...
A film student majoring in Graphic Design/New Media at St. John’s River State College in St. Augustine was the brains behind Bailey’s recent “The Picture of Jason Andrew Coliron” promos for Mayhem. The student got the gig after responding to an online ad Bailey had posted himself. Bailey is all for giving the new guys an opportunity to shine but this student wasn’t able to effectively capture Bailey’s vision on camera or make it come to life.
The guy certainly had a good heart but unless he works on his craft a bit more, I don’t think that I will be utilizing him anytime soon.
Frank Cavalli: From an artistic standpoint, the promos were great. It was just too dark for your taste. You are a lighthearted and easy going guy and how you were depicted didn’t fit your brand.
Anthony Bailey: Ah, gotcha...so now what? Where do I go from here?
Frank Cavalli: Take it back to square one. Nothing wrong with getting fancy and wanting to add some special effects or hire a couple of look alike actors for your promos but you beat him before without any of that stuff…twice.
J-Hop: That is true.
Frank Cavalli: Stick to your guns and stick with what you know. Stay in your lane and you’ll be alright. It’s a guarantee.
Anthony Bailey: Thank you for the words of encouragement. You all helped me and now it’s my time to help you…who’s ready to eat?
Williams: You don’t have to ask my twice. Is there a Waffle House around here anywhere?
Anthony Bailey: Yeah. There’s one not too far from here. Plus there is no traffic at this time.
Williams: Cool. Is everybody good with that?
{{Hopkins and Cavalli nod their heads.}}[/color]
Anthony Bailey: Sounds good. Let’s head over there then…
{{The scene slowly fades to black as all four men rise up from the roundtable and then shifts to the parking lot of a local Waffle House. Since the hour is still early, the lot is desolate as Bailey stands in front of the camera all by himself. Assuming that his friends have all gone inside, Bailey looks directly into the camera before speaking. He fights through the fatigue to get his point across.}}[/color]
Round of applause to you Jason Kash. At Mayhem, you did what you set out to do. A true Julius Caesar of his time; you came, you saw, and you conquered. But not without some travail, not without some blood, not without some sweat, and certainly not without a fair share of tears. You had to work for that win and I don’t mean only in the context of that chaotic night in Rio. For one whole year, I terrorized your very essence and discharged you on a relentless mission of vengeance. I’m sure that I caused you some sleepless nights and some sporadic nights of awaking in a cold sweat. I made you second guess everything.
I made you question your skills, your focus…heck; I think I even made you question your purpose here on earth. But oh, how relentless of a mission that was. A mission to where you invaded the privacy of my home on more than one occasion and affected me emotionally when you got Tasha and Rob involved. A mission to prove that a Grand Slam Champion was the golden boy of Asylum far before I was or long before Callahan ever uttered those words about me. From the outside looking in, Mayhem was the pinnacle of our rivalry and I agree to an extent. But if that’s the case, then where does that leave us for tomorrow night? Can the pinnacle be surpassed?
Will you get the best of me once again Kash or will I survive and advance in this tournament for the next pay per view extravaganza, Test For The Best? I try to remain optimistic even in the midst of the most unfortunate events and though I’m coming off of a loss at Mayhem, optimism along with confidence is certainly on my side. Why? Well for one Hopkins and I had to take a flight out to Santiago, Chile the next day and defend our Tag Team Titles in another hard fought match against M&M. Handing one of the premier tag teams in all of APW their first two on two loss ever was just the resolution that I needed. AJP said herself that I’m not invincible and I agree with her.
You exposed my invincibility Kash but as AJP also saw...I rise to the occasion. When the chips are down, when backs are up against the wall, when skepticism trumps certainty…Anthony Bailey rises and when I rise, I stand taller than the Statue of Liberty. And just in case I didn’t desire to take this determination of mine to the bank and cash it in, I have a plan B to fall back on. You see Kash, I don’t tote guns for leisure, I’ve never done drugs, I’m not out impregnating any and every thing that walks, and quite frankly, I could care less about “street credibility.” Knowing the subject of history is more important to me than a man or woman’s perception about who they think I am. I don’t want to be credible in the urbanized cities of America, I want to be respected.
As long as people respect me, know that they are unable to take advantage of me, and know that I am not afraid of anyone; we’ll all be in a good spot. Nine times out of ten you probably wouldn’t have caught Michael Jackson, when he was still living, hanging out in the hood. Was it because he was scared? Of course not. His tax bracket alone could have afforded him the best security on the planet. But Michael Jackson didn’t need to go to the hood because nothing beneficial would have come from him being there. But mention the name of Michael Jackson in the roughest hood in America and what happens? Homage is paid and respect is shown because of who he is, his craft, and his timeless influence.
Not putting myself on the same playing field as Michael, but I can identify with that idea. Michael didn’t seek street credibility to be validated by people who grew up like you Jason Kash, all he wanted was to chill on his ranch and have fun. And me? Stress free leisure is also my thing. I’d much rather watch the History Channel or read a good historical book than have some sort of street credibility. History possesses more longevity…and if history has revealed anything it’s this….we must become familiar with it and learn all we can from it so that we don’t repeat the same mistakes again. What happened at last year’s Test For The Best? I don’t mean to knock you off of your high horse or hinder any momentum coming out of Mayhem but Test For The Best 2012 in Chicago is when I became the APW World Heavyweight Champion.
Now Sunday Night Raab-A-Mania in Lafayette, Louisiana isn’t Test For The Best but it’s only an event leading up to it and probably the most important one given all of the qualifying matches that are taking place. But even put into perspective what was going on last year before the pay per view. You were trying to get into my head and under my skin but you failed. Breaking into my house aggravated me but it wasn’t enough to nudge me to the edge and make me take a leap. Material things have never really mattered to me because I can’t take an ounce of it with me when I’m dead and gone. Now that’s not a free license for you to break into home again because if you do and I happen to catch you, the phrase “foul play” will take on a whole new meaning.
Kash, you have been deceived into thinking that the outcome of our no disqualification match worked in your favor. My toothless and simple minded pal…don’t you get it? You won the battle but I will win the war…wait scratch that…I have already won the war. Crank up some of that John Lennon and Harlem Community Choir on Spotify because the war is over. It’s just that you either haven’t gotten the memo or are too afraid to admit the truth. Tomorrow will be yet another good ol’ time in that ring between two of APW’s best but The Promise will subdue the Grand Slam Champion. I’ve done it before and I can certainly do it again.
You’ve seen the hidden things about me huh? Well come Sunday night, that third eye of yours will be plucked out and cast aside. Right along with your egotism and false sense of entitlement. When you get off of that plane in Louisiana on tomorrow Kash, please leave that chip on your shoulder at home in Houston where it belongs. Nobody owes you anything and hopefully in approximately twenty-four hours from now, after you taste defeat from me for a third time, you’ll sober up. Back in your pothead days sobering up meant something totally different but now, it’s apparent that your judgment even without illegal substances is cloudy. One win over me and you expect the stars in our galaxy to line up and start to sing your praises? Save it Kash.
You were the one I defeated for the World Title in the lumberjack match last year and this year, you will be the first of many stepping stones in my path for the Undisputed Title. I never received my title rematch the way Callahan or Atken did. I have patiently awaited my turn and now the patience is beginning to wear thin. Some might call this regrouping but I simply call it doing what I’m known to do. I am Anthony Bailey…APW’s only Promise…the only Promise that can't be broken. Until Lafayette…
{{The scene slowly fades to black.}}[/color]
