Post by Anthony Bailey on Jun 30, 2013 23:58:40 GMT -4
For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven: a time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted; a time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up; a time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance; a time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing; a time to seek, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away; a time to tear, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak; a time to love, and a time to hate; a time for war, and a time for peace.” – Ecclesiastes 3:1-8
{{The scene opens to an exquisite shot of the picturesque Sunny Isles Beach located in Miami, FL Sunny Isles Beach contains a two mile white sand beach that is a pretty popular tourist attraction in South Florida. Here you are able to snorkel, scuba dive, and even fish from its classic pier called the Newport Fishing Pier. APW megastars and stablemates Anthony Bailey and William D. Williams are spotted nearby mingling with a few of the female locals. Hopkins is nowhere in sight as he is in Orlando participating in this year’s Test For The Best extravaganza. Clad in their beach wear and new Dying Breed tank tops available just in time for the summer season, the confidence but nonchalant attitudes of the two good friends emanates from the both of them.}}[/color]
William D. Williams: Tell your friends to get with my friends so we can be friends…shoot, we can do this every weekend…that’s if we’re in town of course…
Williams’ reiteration of P. Diddy’s famous line at the end of the late rapper Notorious B.I.G.’s song “Big Poppa” goes over well with the two beautiful girls. Given that they didn’t seem to pick up on the notworthy adlib, we’re assuming that they are in their early twenties or so.[/color]
{{The girls giggle as one of them cups their mouth.}}[/color]
Spanish Girl: Who are your friends?
Anthony Bailey: The real question is who are your friends? Our friends are some of the most respectful men you’ll ever meet and I’m quite sure that they’d enjoy your company.
{{Bailey assuredly shoots Williams that “We got this in the bag” look.}}[/color]
Black Girl: Do these “friends” of yours know how to treat a lady? Have they attempted to keep the art of wining and dining alive? Chivalry is on life support these days.
{{Williams quickly shoots Bailey that “Let’s play this safe, they could be potential gold diggers” look.}}[/color]
William D. Williams: Of course they do but if a lady is only in it for the wining and dining, then that’s a waste of time. She should genuinely enjoy his company regardless of what they are doing.
Anthony Bailey: I agree...besides…what do a couple of women like yourselves know about authentic wining and dining? You haven’t had it the right way if it’s not with anybody from my camp.
{{Williams nods in approval of Bailey’s statement.}}[/color]
Spanish Girl: To be honest, we haven’t been exposed to the world of how a real woman should be treated. The guys that we come across are either too cheap to come out their pockets or they just want one thing and once they get it, they are done with us.
Black Girl: Our mothers taught us better than that and to have respect for ourselves but the ratio if what we’re looking for is basically non existent. This generation of men doesn’t know how to court a woman.
The intellectual in Bailey was aroused as this young lady uttered a pretty profound comment. The fact that she could say something like this but not even be aware of a line from an eighteen year old rap song that transcended the boundaries of Hip Hop was beyond him.[/color]
Anthony Bailey: You just need to be reminded my love, that’s all…
{{Both ladies look puzzled.}}[/color]
Black Girl: How can I be reminded of something that I have never experienced?
William D. Williams: Come with us and we’ll take care of that.
{{They smile and blush as Bailey and Williams extend their hands towards them. Hesitant at first, they grab the hands of the two Dying Breed members and walk up the beach. The scene slowly shifts to Samson Oceanfront Park, which is located on a different part of Sunny Isles. Bailey, all by his lonesome, is seated and gazing out at the ocean and appears to be in a contemplative state. The sun is beginning to set as the scene looks even more perfect than before. Bailey exhales before he slowly begins to speak.}}[/color]
Anthony Bailey: As the ambience of APW is ever modifying, my stature seems to remain. Larger than life megastars such as Kurt Noble, Chris Hart, Sally Talfourd, Michael Callahan, and TJ no longer grace the corridors of this federation. Faction wars have been the talk of the town and infrastructure of increased ratings over the past few months. Stefan Raab went from Asylum competitor to Asylum GM back to Asylum competitor in a short amount of time and a whole host of other things have been taking place right before our very eyes. But in the midst of it all, the man you all know as Anthony Reese Bailey a.k.a. The Promise is still here and by God’s grace I am still standing.
The incidents of the last year and a half have changed my life forever. A childhood dream became my reality as I proudly traversed down the ramp Asylum after Asylum and pay per view after pay per view hoping to measure up. Hoping to defy the odds and make something of myself. Hoping to be a man of character and someone that my family, friends, and fans could be proud of. I think that I have done a decent job of filling the vast shoes and reaching those formidable goals that I set for myself. But little did I know that a valley accompanied every single mountain. For every fan there was an adversary, for every genuine smile there was a legitimate scowl, and for every accomplishment there was nullification. Dr. King referred to the “mountaintop” in the last speech he gave before he was murdered but I just wish he had also expounded on what those valleys felt like…
Last year at this time, I was soaring higher than Felix Baumgartner. Test For The Best 2012 was my night as I left the presence of thousands of screaming fans in victory over Jason Kash as the new World Heavyweight Champion. The childhood dream became that much more delectable as I was awarded the greatest prize on the Asylum brand. But like everything, all good things must come to an end because a few months later I had lost the title along with something else….my identity. I had placed so much value in a material possession that when I lost it, I lost myself. And a few months after that, my girlfriend of four and a half years left me. I was beginning to lose my grip on the people and the things that had defined me and the things that I had clung to for so long.
And fast forwarding one year later, the realization of turned tables grasped me…I was nowhere to be found in this year’s Test For The Best lineup. With a thriving APW roster, that can be the reality for anybody so there is no one to point the finger at or to blame for this occurrence. I’m not angry at Schmidt or any of the other GM’s for not squeezing me into the competition. But I am mad at one person…
{{Bailey raises his right index finger and directs it towards his upper chest.}}[/color]
I’m mad at myself. Not for falling short in the qualifying matches and not for being overlooked, but I am mad at myself for losing sight. Somewhere along this rocky terrain of professional wrestling, The Promise took his eyes off of the prize and lost sight of what was important. I allowed myself to become too tainted by this industry and how it operates. I became apart of the rat race that I used to vow and pray that I would never be apart of. I can’t believe what I am about to say but AJP was right to a certain extent…I wasn’t a fraud or anything of that nature but I had “changed” and I was blind to my own reality. This dream of becoming the best only made me wake up to realize that this was no dream at all but a nightmare.
Last summer as APW’s golden boy, I had constructed my own theme park so to speak. But after awhile the rides became less thrilling. The cotton candy started to become stale and the sinuous magical experience of it all had waned. That coveted mountain that everybody exhausts themselves trying to reach was way more desolate than I had anticipated. How come no one told me that this would be the case? I guess it must be hard to vocalize a phrase when you are just as blind as I was. When titles and status are your main focus, you are robbing yourself of your first amendment right to speak up and to oppose the system. I apologize to APW, to Hopkins, to Williams, and to the fans for refusing to speak up sooner.
The Meltdown SuperShow here in Miami tomorrow night is a time to remind my opponents, and even myself, of who I am. Not who I am with the accolades attached to it but who I am at the core. This “slump” and my failure on the opportunity to take on Terry Marvin for the Undisputed Title was the best thing that could have happened to me, especially during this season of my life. If my Christian upbringing taught me anything it wasn’t that God only liked you if you wore a nice dress shirt, slacks, and a tie on Sunday mornings, it was that losing is the way to win and that coming in last place was truly being first. That’s one of the many issues that I have with one of my opponents for tomorrow evening. Jerry Matthews arrogantly flaunts the badge of his religion but he fails greatly and falls short at the heart and compassion of his religion.
Besides you referring to me as the advocate of Babylon and playing the role of God by determining the final destination of my soul, I feel sympathy for you. Because had I not chose to think for myself and exercise my God given free will, I could have wound up in your position and been just like you. If I knew anything well growing up, it was the Christian culture. I attended the Bible studies, the youth groups, I sang the hymns, I was baptized, etc. You claim to know me but you don’t know a single thing about me. But you? Oh I know. You’re the type that that uses God’s Word, His sixty-six book love letter, as a billy club to physically impair people when it was never meant to be that. God is a nurturer who loves people; He doesn’t attack them or misjudge them.
And that’s the problem I have with the “church.” The poster children of it are the judgmental fire and brimstone preachers like yourself and the slick talking Rolex wearing preachers in the expensive suits whose churches look more like pyramid schemes on how to use God as a means to get rich rather than an actual worship service. No wonder Islam is the fastest growing religion in the world. No wonder the people in America, a country founded on Christian principles, don’t want anything to do with your religion Matthews. You have made God out to be a raging deity who gets off on striking down homosexuals and fornicators. He doesn’t condone those activities but the angry God that you speak of is not the God of The Bible.
How can you call yourself “The Evangelist” when the words you speak are outright lies? Truth mixed in with even a smidgen of error is still error and that error that you possess Matthews taints your whole team. Raab and The Unforgiven are doomed tomorrow. Not because the team of Anthony Bailey, Keaton Saint, Ron Rufio, and Brian Hollywood are better but because we’re all bearers of truth and the light. Keaton has built a career on this principle and I am attempting to do the same. What an honor it is to team up with like-minded men apart from Hopkins and Williams. Raab, I have never had a problem with you but business is business and tomorrow you are my opponent.
I enjoy our chats via Twitter and I even enjoyed being invited to your recent wedding but since you are on the opposing side for the SuperShow, you shall be viewed as such. I don’t know too much about Zechariah Blood and The Sentinel but I am hearing that they could be potential future contenders for The Dying Breed’s Tag Team Titles. I’m looking forward to seeing what you two are bringing to the table in less than twenty-four hours. Not only am I one half of the Tag Team Champions and one of the original APW factions before these faction wars got a bit out of hand, I am Anthony Bailey…APW’s only Promise…the only Promise that can't be broken. Take the time to meditate on that Raab, Matthews, and The Unforgiven. You all will be reminded, you can count on that. Until tomorrow…
{{The scene slowly fades to black.}}[/color]
{{The scene opens to an exquisite shot of the picturesque Sunny Isles Beach located in Miami, FL Sunny Isles Beach contains a two mile white sand beach that is a pretty popular tourist attraction in South Florida. Here you are able to snorkel, scuba dive, and even fish from its classic pier called the Newport Fishing Pier. APW megastars and stablemates Anthony Bailey and William D. Williams are spotted nearby mingling with a few of the female locals. Hopkins is nowhere in sight as he is in Orlando participating in this year’s Test For The Best extravaganza. Clad in their beach wear and new Dying Breed tank tops available just in time for the summer season, the confidence but nonchalant attitudes of the two good friends emanates from the both of them.}}[/color]
William D. Williams: Tell your friends to get with my friends so we can be friends…shoot, we can do this every weekend…that’s if we’re in town of course…
Williams’ reiteration of P. Diddy’s famous line at the end of the late rapper Notorious B.I.G.’s song “Big Poppa” goes over well with the two beautiful girls. Given that they didn’t seem to pick up on the notworthy adlib, we’re assuming that they are in their early twenties or so.[/color]
{{The girls giggle as one of them cups their mouth.}}[/color]
Spanish Girl: Who are your friends?
Anthony Bailey: The real question is who are your friends? Our friends are some of the most respectful men you’ll ever meet and I’m quite sure that they’d enjoy your company.
{{Bailey assuredly shoots Williams that “We got this in the bag” look.}}[/color]
Black Girl: Do these “friends” of yours know how to treat a lady? Have they attempted to keep the art of wining and dining alive? Chivalry is on life support these days.
{{Williams quickly shoots Bailey that “Let’s play this safe, they could be potential gold diggers” look.}}[/color]
William D. Williams: Of course they do but if a lady is only in it for the wining and dining, then that’s a waste of time. She should genuinely enjoy his company regardless of what they are doing.
Anthony Bailey: I agree...besides…what do a couple of women like yourselves know about authentic wining and dining? You haven’t had it the right way if it’s not with anybody from my camp.
{{Williams nods in approval of Bailey’s statement.}}[/color]
Spanish Girl: To be honest, we haven’t been exposed to the world of how a real woman should be treated. The guys that we come across are either too cheap to come out their pockets or they just want one thing and once they get it, they are done with us.
Black Girl: Our mothers taught us better than that and to have respect for ourselves but the ratio if what we’re looking for is basically non existent. This generation of men doesn’t know how to court a woman.
The intellectual in Bailey was aroused as this young lady uttered a pretty profound comment. The fact that she could say something like this but not even be aware of a line from an eighteen year old rap song that transcended the boundaries of Hip Hop was beyond him.[/color]
Anthony Bailey: You just need to be reminded my love, that’s all…
{{Both ladies look puzzled.}}[/color]
Black Girl: How can I be reminded of something that I have never experienced?
William D. Williams: Come with us and we’ll take care of that.
{{They smile and blush as Bailey and Williams extend their hands towards them. Hesitant at first, they grab the hands of the two Dying Breed members and walk up the beach. The scene slowly shifts to Samson Oceanfront Park, which is located on a different part of Sunny Isles. Bailey, all by his lonesome, is seated and gazing out at the ocean and appears to be in a contemplative state. The sun is beginning to set as the scene looks even more perfect than before. Bailey exhales before he slowly begins to speak.}}[/color]
Anthony Bailey: As the ambience of APW is ever modifying, my stature seems to remain. Larger than life megastars such as Kurt Noble, Chris Hart, Sally Talfourd, Michael Callahan, and TJ no longer grace the corridors of this federation. Faction wars have been the talk of the town and infrastructure of increased ratings over the past few months. Stefan Raab went from Asylum competitor to Asylum GM back to Asylum competitor in a short amount of time and a whole host of other things have been taking place right before our very eyes. But in the midst of it all, the man you all know as Anthony Reese Bailey a.k.a. The Promise is still here and by God’s grace I am still standing.
The incidents of the last year and a half have changed my life forever. A childhood dream became my reality as I proudly traversed down the ramp Asylum after Asylum and pay per view after pay per view hoping to measure up. Hoping to defy the odds and make something of myself. Hoping to be a man of character and someone that my family, friends, and fans could be proud of. I think that I have done a decent job of filling the vast shoes and reaching those formidable goals that I set for myself. But little did I know that a valley accompanied every single mountain. For every fan there was an adversary, for every genuine smile there was a legitimate scowl, and for every accomplishment there was nullification. Dr. King referred to the “mountaintop” in the last speech he gave before he was murdered but I just wish he had also expounded on what those valleys felt like…
Last year at this time, I was soaring higher than Felix Baumgartner. Test For The Best 2012 was my night as I left the presence of thousands of screaming fans in victory over Jason Kash as the new World Heavyweight Champion. The childhood dream became that much more delectable as I was awarded the greatest prize on the Asylum brand. But like everything, all good things must come to an end because a few months later I had lost the title along with something else….my identity. I had placed so much value in a material possession that when I lost it, I lost myself. And a few months after that, my girlfriend of four and a half years left me. I was beginning to lose my grip on the people and the things that had defined me and the things that I had clung to for so long.
And fast forwarding one year later, the realization of turned tables grasped me…I was nowhere to be found in this year’s Test For The Best lineup. With a thriving APW roster, that can be the reality for anybody so there is no one to point the finger at or to blame for this occurrence. I’m not angry at Schmidt or any of the other GM’s for not squeezing me into the competition. But I am mad at one person…
{{Bailey raises his right index finger and directs it towards his upper chest.}}[/color]
I’m mad at myself. Not for falling short in the qualifying matches and not for being overlooked, but I am mad at myself for losing sight. Somewhere along this rocky terrain of professional wrestling, The Promise took his eyes off of the prize and lost sight of what was important. I allowed myself to become too tainted by this industry and how it operates. I became apart of the rat race that I used to vow and pray that I would never be apart of. I can’t believe what I am about to say but AJP was right to a certain extent…I wasn’t a fraud or anything of that nature but I had “changed” and I was blind to my own reality. This dream of becoming the best only made me wake up to realize that this was no dream at all but a nightmare.
Last summer as APW’s golden boy, I had constructed my own theme park so to speak. But after awhile the rides became less thrilling. The cotton candy started to become stale and the sinuous magical experience of it all had waned. That coveted mountain that everybody exhausts themselves trying to reach was way more desolate than I had anticipated. How come no one told me that this would be the case? I guess it must be hard to vocalize a phrase when you are just as blind as I was. When titles and status are your main focus, you are robbing yourself of your first amendment right to speak up and to oppose the system. I apologize to APW, to Hopkins, to Williams, and to the fans for refusing to speak up sooner.
The Meltdown SuperShow here in Miami tomorrow night is a time to remind my opponents, and even myself, of who I am. Not who I am with the accolades attached to it but who I am at the core. This “slump” and my failure on the opportunity to take on Terry Marvin for the Undisputed Title was the best thing that could have happened to me, especially during this season of my life. If my Christian upbringing taught me anything it wasn’t that God only liked you if you wore a nice dress shirt, slacks, and a tie on Sunday mornings, it was that losing is the way to win and that coming in last place was truly being first. That’s one of the many issues that I have with one of my opponents for tomorrow evening. Jerry Matthews arrogantly flaunts the badge of his religion but he fails greatly and falls short at the heart and compassion of his religion.
Besides you referring to me as the advocate of Babylon and playing the role of God by determining the final destination of my soul, I feel sympathy for you. Because had I not chose to think for myself and exercise my God given free will, I could have wound up in your position and been just like you. If I knew anything well growing up, it was the Christian culture. I attended the Bible studies, the youth groups, I sang the hymns, I was baptized, etc. You claim to know me but you don’t know a single thing about me. But you? Oh I know. You’re the type that that uses God’s Word, His sixty-six book love letter, as a billy club to physically impair people when it was never meant to be that. God is a nurturer who loves people; He doesn’t attack them or misjudge them.
And that’s the problem I have with the “church.” The poster children of it are the judgmental fire and brimstone preachers like yourself and the slick talking Rolex wearing preachers in the expensive suits whose churches look more like pyramid schemes on how to use God as a means to get rich rather than an actual worship service. No wonder Islam is the fastest growing religion in the world. No wonder the people in America, a country founded on Christian principles, don’t want anything to do with your religion Matthews. You have made God out to be a raging deity who gets off on striking down homosexuals and fornicators. He doesn’t condone those activities but the angry God that you speak of is not the God of The Bible.
How can you call yourself “The Evangelist” when the words you speak are outright lies? Truth mixed in with even a smidgen of error is still error and that error that you possess Matthews taints your whole team. Raab and The Unforgiven are doomed tomorrow. Not because the team of Anthony Bailey, Keaton Saint, Ron Rufio, and Brian Hollywood are better but because we’re all bearers of truth and the light. Keaton has built a career on this principle and I am attempting to do the same. What an honor it is to team up with like-minded men apart from Hopkins and Williams. Raab, I have never had a problem with you but business is business and tomorrow you are my opponent.
I enjoy our chats via Twitter and I even enjoyed being invited to your recent wedding but since you are on the opposing side for the SuperShow, you shall be viewed as such. I don’t know too much about Zechariah Blood and The Sentinel but I am hearing that they could be potential future contenders for The Dying Breed’s Tag Team Titles. I’m looking forward to seeing what you two are bringing to the table in less than twenty-four hours. Not only am I one half of the Tag Team Champions and one of the original APW factions before these faction wars got a bit out of hand, I am Anthony Bailey…APW’s only Promise…the only Promise that can't be broken. Take the time to meditate on that Raab, Matthews, and The Unforgiven. You all will be reminded, you can count on that. Until tomorrow…
{{The scene slowly fades to black.}}[/color]
