Post by Anthony Bailey on Jul 24, 2013 16:47:49 GMT -4
"And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies, I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer." – F. Scott Fitzgerald
{{The scene opens to the inside of Anthony Bailey’s townhouse located in St. Augustine, FL. Bailey, who apparently didn’t get enough fun out of his system at his twenty-third birthday party this past weekend in Miami, is having a small get together with some friends that doesn’t compare to his birthday bash but still looks fun nevertheless. William D. Williams is seated on the couch sandwiched in between two lovely ladies and telling them about how he got his start in the wrestling business while Bailey and Hopkins, gathered around the television with a couple of others, are performing their own karaoke rendition of the classic tune “Summertime” by The Fresh Prince & DJ Jazzy Jeff. The song is very fitting for this resplendent but humid summer day here in the Sunshine State. The Dying Breed’s karaoke first had the cyber world buzzing this past January when their “Regulators” video from Terry Marvin’s New Year’s Eve party surfaced online. That video just passed the one million hit mark on YouTube a few weeks ago and it appears as if they are trying to top that one.}}
Anthony Bailey:
Here it is the groove slightly transformed
Just a bit of a break from the norm
Just a little somethin' to break the monotony
Of all that hardcore dance that has gotten to be
A little bit out of control it's cool to dance
But what about a groove that soothes that moves romance
Give me a soft subtle mix
And if ain't broke then don't try to fix it
And think of the summers of the past
Adjust the base and let the alpine blast
Pop in my CD and let me run a rhyme
And put your car on cruise and lay back cause this is summertime
{{Bailey’s efforts are applauded as everyone around him joins in to sing the hook.}}
Everyone:
Summer, summer, summertime
Time to sit back and unwind (Repeat)
{{Hopkins takes the microphone from his tag team partner and goes to work. Having a background in rapping himself, he's probably enjoying this the most.}}
Hopkins:
School is out and it's a sort of a buzz
But back then I didn't really know what it was
But now I see what have of this
The way that people respond to summer madness
The weather is hot and girls are dressing less
And checking out the fellas to tell 'em who's best
Riding around in your jeep or your Benzos
Or in your Nissan sitting on Lorenzos
Back in Philly we be out in the park
A place called the plateau is where everybody go
Guys out hunting and girls doing likewise
Honking at the honey in front of you with the light eyes
She turn around to see what you beeping at
It's like the summer's a natural aphrodisiac
And with a pen and pad I compose this rhyme
To hit you and get you equipped for the summertime
{{Hopkins receives an ovation as everyone once again joins in on the memorable hook.}}
Everyone:
Summer, summer, summertime
Time to sit back and unwind (Repeat)
{{They forgo the third verse as Hopkins puts the microphone down and everyone just starts dancing and having a good time. When the song fades out, a few laughs are shared and the little crowd disperses. Bailey, grabbing his bottled water, turns his attention to Williams.}}
Anthony Bailey: Smooth…
{{In the middle of his sentence, Williams looks up at Bailey.}}
Williams: What’s up Champ?
Anthony Bailey: Why didn’t you join us for the third verse? You would’ve handled that well.
{{Williams smirks.}}
Williams: Haha, well thanks but I enjoyed watching better. You and J are the kings of Hip Hop karaoke.
{{J-Hop chimes in.}}
Hopkins: Really? That's kind of a bold statement, Smooth.
Williams: You must not have read the YouTube comments...
Williams and his peers were evidence that famous people still did “normal” things. The Dying Breed never wanted to get so caught up in their professions that they lost touch with who they were before they even started working for APW and traveling around the world.
Anthony Bailey: No, not at all. Too time consuming.
Hopkins: Yeah and personally, I don’t like internet trolls. Some of those people intentionally post just to be ignorant and I ain’t got time for that.
Anthony Bailey: I concur...
{{Outnumbered two to one, Williams clears his throat and uses this slightly awkward moment to change the subject.}}
Williams: Would either of you ladies care for a drink?
Girl #1: Oh no thank you, I’m fine.
Girl #2: Yes please. I would like something.
Williams: What would you like, beautiful?
Girl #2: Ummm, juice or soda would be fine.
Williams: You got it my dear, coming right up.
{{She cracks a grin at Williams’ politeness.}}
Girl #2: Why thank you.
{{Rising to his feet and softly grabbing her left hand, Williams slowly kisses it.}}
Williams: The pleasure is all mine...
{{Williams smiles and walks towards the kitchen.}}
Hopkins: He has definitely earned his alias.
Anthony Bailey: And he has definitely lived up to it and done it justice.
{{Hopkins agrees as the second young lady continues to blush. Shortly after, Williams re-emerges with a glass of orange soda. Cracking a smile and winking, he hands it to her.}}
Girl #2: Thank you.
Williams: You’re welcome.
{{Williams sits back down in between the two ladies on the couch.}}
So Champ…what’s the game plan? You guys going to do anymore karaoke?
Anthony Bailey: Maybe later. The pizza should be here soon so once that comes we can all eat. And afterwards, I was thinking we could all go for a swim.
Bailey didn’t have a personal pool but his community did.
Hopkins: Sounds good! This is the perfect day to take a dip in the pool. I still don’t know how you are used to this Florida humidity, Ant.
Anthony Bailey: I was born and raised here and I’m still not used to it.
Williams: Did you ladies bring your bathing suits?
Girl #1: Yes we did. We both worked out all winter just so we can fit into them in time for summer.
{{Anticipation builds as Williams tries to contain himself and his thoughts of how they would look in bathing suits. They were already attractive as it is.}}
Williams: Well I can’t wait to see the fruits of your labor...
{{The ladies giggle at the flirtatious remark as the scene slowly begins to fade out and shift. Time transpires a few hours or so as Bailey is spotted on the back patio of his townhouse. He’s wearing black swim trunks and has a blue towel draped over his shoulders. Staring coldly into the camera with his scarcely red eyes from swimming, he slowly begins to speak}}
Anthony Bailey: Summertime...a new season and ultimately a new beginning…for some. Though I don’t believe that people who are stuck in their ways are eligible for new beginnings, people like Aubrey J. Parker. The thing about AJP is that she’s just now hitting her stride. Rewards always come to those who put in the necessary work but when it comes is dependent upon the season. She has tasted success before as a Tag Champion and as Suicidal Champion, but the success this time around is cut from a different cloth. As one twentieth century urban philosopher put it, “We’re movin’ on up!” Being the number one contender for the Undisputed Champion is a striking attainment, an attainment that other megastars would literally die for. She has proven to the masses and silenced the naysayers by verifying that she truly can deliver when given the right opportunity. When Logan Alexander or Christian Kane, who wasn’t cut out for this vicinity in the first place, are removed from the equation and are prevented from hiding behind her miniskirt, the possibilities become endless and only the sky is the limit. But it’s also ironic because this fascination that APW, and seemingly the wrestling world, has with Ms. Parker is sort of new and you know what happens when new grounds are covered…the potential of falling flat on your pretty little face amplifies...
The fear of the unknown is often more chilling than the unknown itself. But you should be scared Aubrey. You have the right to fear The Dying Breed but you have probably bamboozled yourself into disregarding us and suppressing what is already evident. I get it…my “act” is tired. You can only talk about your undergraduate studies and plush upbringing in the suburbs of Tampa, Florida for so long right? Why did I broadcast the scenario with my ex girlfriend Tasha for the world to see? And how long will I stay on this kick of being the future of wrestling? Pretty soon the people are going to want more; something with a bit more substance huh? Well if I sound redundant or if you have grown used to my “act,” then you must not be too fond of the truth then. The truth, in a non-relative world that doesn’t revolve around you AJP, doesn’t change and if it does, it wasn’t the truth to begin with. Flexibility has its place in life but not with this unique characteristic that I regularly proclaim. Just as the truth is constant and unchangeable, so is the man known as Anthony Bailey.
If the facts don’t change then don’t expect me to change either. What you see is what you get and if you don’t like what your eyes are on feasting on, the image might not be in need of revision but one’s perspective may need to shift and obviously it’s long overdue for your vision to be corrected. This industry taints even the most humble of the bunch but this industry has not only tainted you Aubrey, it has exposed your inner monster. I remember when you first got drafted from Meltdown and I remember being so hopeful. I thought to myself “Here we have a young megastar that could very well be the next Sally Talfourd!” And it wasn’t simply because of your gender; it was because of your drive to succeed in what has historically been a male dominated sport. And success you have achieved.
I’m fine with this wave of regard you have been receiving because for one, you deserve it because you put in the hard work and two; it sort of reminds me of myself one short year ago. I know exactly what you are thinking…I don’t dwell in the past as you so frequently attest Aubrey, I solely speak authenticity. One year ago and only a few short months into the professional leagues, I was placed on that very same pedestal you are just becoming familiar with, at least here in APW. When M&M was trying to solidify their impression on the tag team division, I was exactly where you are at. Only I didn’t stop at just being the number one contender. I was pleased with that but I didn’t want that in and of itself to be the outcome. I was content but I wasn’t complacent. You have no room for complacency, especially against someone like Terry Marvin, but I’m pretty sure that you are already aware of this.
But Shockwave is still a bit away so I wouldn’t be overly concerned with that because you are facing the Tag Team Champions without your shadow Logan Alexander. It was us that hindered your chances of competing for these titles again as long as J-Hop and I have them. We’re a menacing threat regardless of what lenses you choose to see us through. You can hate our guts, call us hoodlums, call us tired, call us whatever you’d like but that doesn’t change the fact that APW’s little “sweetheart” has a date with destiny this Sunday night in Little Rock. We aren’t expecting this match to be easy because you have never been an easy opponent and anyone who thinks that you are has been bewitched. You are a world class athlete Aubrey, but who you are at the core is a class act. You’re taking back what APW rightfully owes you? Please, enlighten us on what APW “owes” you. Because if anything, you owe us.
Bailey felt as if AJP let him and the fans down. He wasn’t attempting to question the motives behind her deviation during the course of her duration in APW, but he believed that she owed the people some explanations.
APW took a gamble on your employment, as with any other megastar, and they have recouped on their investment with you. You’ve showed up on time to each event, you’ve trained hard in the gym, and you have stayed dedicated to the mission. But with all of those admirable things you have done, you have failed at the most important one of them all…you failed to stay true to yourself and to the people who helped propel you to where you currently are. The way you treat the fans and flaunt your financial success with Talon Wilkinson is sickening. And I’m the bad guy right? I’m mindful of others who aren’t in the position that I’m in, but you? You treat them like they are the scum of the earth and demean them with every word that leaves your mouth and with every tweet your little fingers type. I was once inspired by this young talented megastar but now…she makes me sick to my stomach. And the worst part of all is that it’s one of those lingering sicknesses, it’s not one that can easily be eradicated.
You have failed at standing for morality, you have failed at remaining humble, you have failed at attempting to make me out as the bad guy, you have failed your own flesh and blood Trey Parker, and you will once again fail at Raab-A-Mania against The Dying Breed. You can win Test For The Best by defeating four competitors in one night, you can become first in line to win our brand’s top prize, heck you can even cure AIDS and the common cold, but your life…your existence…your very essence is and will always be marred by failure. I don’t care how many times you rub elbows with Talon and the upper echelon of this business; you won’t be able to reverse the course you are already on. You’re too far gone and grace and mercy are unable to be extended to a cold hearted woman like you. Little Rock could be the beginning of setting your crooked paths straight, but even after Hopkins and I convey that victory that everyone but you is expecting, I’m afraid that even then it’ll be too late. The one that I once hoped in is now hopeless and a rich boyfriend or being number one contender couldn’t even amend that. Heed these words my dear because I am Anthony Bailey…the “tired” act of the APW roster…but on the flip side also APW’s only Promise…the only Promise that can't be broken. Until next time…
{{The scene slowly fades to black as Bailey walks back inside of his home.}}
{{The scene opens to the inside of Anthony Bailey’s townhouse located in St. Augustine, FL. Bailey, who apparently didn’t get enough fun out of his system at his twenty-third birthday party this past weekend in Miami, is having a small get together with some friends that doesn’t compare to his birthday bash but still looks fun nevertheless. William D. Williams is seated on the couch sandwiched in between two lovely ladies and telling them about how he got his start in the wrestling business while Bailey and Hopkins, gathered around the television with a couple of others, are performing their own karaoke rendition of the classic tune “Summertime” by The Fresh Prince & DJ Jazzy Jeff. The song is very fitting for this resplendent but humid summer day here in the Sunshine State. The Dying Breed’s karaoke first had the cyber world buzzing this past January when their “Regulators” video from Terry Marvin’s New Year’s Eve party surfaced online. That video just passed the one million hit mark on YouTube a few weeks ago and it appears as if they are trying to top that one.}}
Anthony Bailey:
Here it is the groove slightly transformed
Just a bit of a break from the norm
Just a little somethin' to break the monotony
Of all that hardcore dance that has gotten to be
A little bit out of control it's cool to dance
But what about a groove that soothes that moves romance
Give me a soft subtle mix
And if ain't broke then don't try to fix it
And think of the summers of the past
Adjust the base and let the alpine blast
Pop in my CD and let me run a rhyme
And put your car on cruise and lay back cause this is summertime
{{Bailey’s efforts are applauded as everyone around him joins in to sing the hook.}}
Everyone:
Summer, summer, summertime
Time to sit back and unwind (Repeat)
{{Hopkins takes the microphone from his tag team partner and goes to work. Having a background in rapping himself, he's probably enjoying this the most.}}
Hopkins:
School is out and it's a sort of a buzz
But back then I didn't really know what it was
But now I see what have of this
The way that people respond to summer madness
The weather is hot and girls are dressing less
And checking out the fellas to tell 'em who's best
Riding around in your jeep or your Benzos
Or in your Nissan sitting on Lorenzos
Back in Philly we be out in the park
A place called the plateau is where everybody go
Guys out hunting and girls doing likewise
Honking at the honey in front of you with the light eyes
She turn around to see what you beeping at
It's like the summer's a natural aphrodisiac
And with a pen and pad I compose this rhyme
To hit you and get you equipped for the summertime
{{Hopkins receives an ovation as everyone once again joins in on the memorable hook.}}
Everyone:
Summer, summer, summertime
Time to sit back and unwind (Repeat)
{{They forgo the third verse as Hopkins puts the microphone down and everyone just starts dancing and having a good time. When the song fades out, a few laughs are shared and the little crowd disperses. Bailey, grabbing his bottled water, turns his attention to Williams.}}
Anthony Bailey: Smooth…
{{In the middle of his sentence, Williams looks up at Bailey.}}
Williams: What’s up Champ?
Anthony Bailey: Why didn’t you join us for the third verse? You would’ve handled that well.
{{Williams smirks.}}
Williams: Haha, well thanks but I enjoyed watching better. You and J are the kings of Hip Hop karaoke.
{{J-Hop chimes in.}}
Hopkins: Really? That's kind of a bold statement, Smooth.
Williams: You must not have read the YouTube comments...
Williams and his peers were evidence that famous people still did “normal” things. The Dying Breed never wanted to get so caught up in their professions that they lost touch with who they were before they even started working for APW and traveling around the world.
Anthony Bailey: No, not at all. Too time consuming.
Hopkins: Yeah and personally, I don’t like internet trolls. Some of those people intentionally post just to be ignorant and I ain’t got time for that.
Anthony Bailey: I concur...
{{Outnumbered two to one, Williams clears his throat and uses this slightly awkward moment to change the subject.}}
Williams: Would either of you ladies care for a drink?
Girl #1: Oh no thank you, I’m fine.
Girl #2: Yes please. I would like something.
Williams: What would you like, beautiful?
Girl #2: Ummm, juice or soda would be fine.
Williams: You got it my dear, coming right up.
{{She cracks a grin at Williams’ politeness.}}
Girl #2: Why thank you.
{{Rising to his feet and softly grabbing her left hand, Williams slowly kisses it.}}
Williams: The pleasure is all mine...
{{Williams smiles and walks towards the kitchen.}}
Hopkins: He has definitely earned his alias.
Anthony Bailey: And he has definitely lived up to it and done it justice.
{{Hopkins agrees as the second young lady continues to blush. Shortly after, Williams re-emerges with a glass of orange soda. Cracking a smile and winking, he hands it to her.}}
Girl #2: Thank you.
Williams: You’re welcome.
{{Williams sits back down in between the two ladies on the couch.}}
So Champ…what’s the game plan? You guys going to do anymore karaoke?
Anthony Bailey: Maybe later. The pizza should be here soon so once that comes we can all eat. And afterwards, I was thinking we could all go for a swim.
Bailey didn’t have a personal pool but his community did.
Hopkins: Sounds good! This is the perfect day to take a dip in the pool. I still don’t know how you are used to this Florida humidity, Ant.
Anthony Bailey: I was born and raised here and I’m still not used to it.
Williams: Did you ladies bring your bathing suits?
Girl #1: Yes we did. We both worked out all winter just so we can fit into them in time for summer.
{{Anticipation builds as Williams tries to contain himself and his thoughts of how they would look in bathing suits. They were already attractive as it is.}}
Williams: Well I can’t wait to see the fruits of your labor...
{{The ladies giggle at the flirtatious remark as the scene slowly begins to fade out and shift. Time transpires a few hours or so as Bailey is spotted on the back patio of his townhouse. He’s wearing black swim trunks and has a blue towel draped over his shoulders. Staring coldly into the camera with his scarcely red eyes from swimming, he slowly begins to speak}}
Anthony Bailey: Summertime...a new season and ultimately a new beginning…for some. Though I don’t believe that people who are stuck in their ways are eligible for new beginnings, people like Aubrey J. Parker. The thing about AJP is that she’s just now hitting her stride. Rewards always come to those who put in the necessary work but when it comes is dependent upon the season. She has tasted success before as a Tag Champion and as Suicidal Champion, but the success this time around is cut from a different cloth. As one twentieth century urban philosopher put it, “We’re movin’ on up!” Being the number one contender for the Undisputed Champion is a striking attainment, an attainment that other megastars would literally die for. She has proven to the masses and silenced the naysayers by verifying that she truly can deliver when given the right opportunity. When Logan Alexander or Christian Kane, who wasn’t cut out for this vicinity in the first place, are removed from the equation and are prevented from hiding behind her miniskirt, the possibilities become endless and only the sky is the limit. But it’s also ironic because this fascination that APW, and seemingly the wrestling world, has with Ms. Parker is sort of new and you know what happens when new grounds are covered…the potential of falling flat on your pretty little face amplifies...
The fear of the unknown is often more chilling than the unknown itself. But you should be scared Aubrey. You have the right to fear The Dying Breed but you have probably bamboozled yourself into disregarding us and suppressing what is already evident. I get it…my “act” is tired. You can only talk about your undergraduate studies and plush upbringing in the suburbs of Tampa, Florida for so long right? Why did I broadcast the scenario with my ex girlfriend Tasha for the world to see? And how long will I stay on this kick of being the future of wrestling? Pretty soon the people are going to want more; something with a bit more substance huh? Well if I sound redundant or if you have grown used to my “act,” then you must not be too fond of the truth then. The truth, in a non-relative world that doesn’t revolve around you AJP, doesn’t change and if it does, it wasn’t the truth to begin with. Flexibility has its place in life but not with this unique characteristic that I regularly proclaim. Just as the truth is constant and unchangeable, so is the man known as Anthony Bailey.
If the facts don’t change then don’t expect me to change either. What you see is what you get and if you don’t like what your eyes are on feasting on, the image might not be in need of revision but one’s perspective may need to shift and obviously it’s long overdue for your vision to be corrected. This industry taints even the most humble of the bunch but this industry has not only tainted you Aubrey, it has exposed your inner monster. I remember when you first got drafted from Meltdown and I remember being so hopeful. I thought to myself “Here we have a young megastar that could very well be the next Sally Talfourd!” And it wasn’t simply because of your gender; it was because of your drive to succeed in what has historically been a male dominated sport. And success you have achieved.
I’m fine with this wave of regard you have been receiving because for one, you deserve it because you put in the hard work and two; it sort of reminds me of myself one short year ago. I know exactly what you are thinking…I don’t dwell in the past as you so frequently attest Aubrey, I solely speak authenticity. One year ago and only a few short months into the professional leagues, I was placed on that very same pedestal you are just becoming familiar with, at least here in APW. When M&M was trying to solidify their impression on the tag team division, I was exactly where you are at. Only I didn’t stop at just being the number one contender. I was pleased with that but I didn’t want that in and of itself to be the outcome. I was content but I wasn’t complacent. You have no room for complacency, especially against someone like Terry Marvin, but I’m pretty sure that you are already aware of this.
But Shockwave is still a bit away so I wouldn’t be overly concerned with that because you are facing the Tag Team Champions without your shadow Logan Alexander. It was us that hindered your chances of competing for these titles again as long as J-Hop and I have them. We’re a menacing threat regardless of what lenses you choose to see us through. You can hate our guts, call us hoodlums, call us tired, call us whatever you’d like but that doesn’t change the fact that APW’s little “sweetheart” has a date with destiny this Sunday night in Little Rock. We aren’t expecting this match to be easy because you have never been an easy opponent and anyone who thinks that you are has been bewitched. You are a world class athlete Aubrey, but who you are at the core is a class act. You’re taking back what APW rightfully owes you? Please, enlighten us on what APW “owes” you. Because if anything, you owe us.
Bailey felt as if AJP let him and the fans down. He wasn’t attempting to question the motives behind her deviation during the course of her duration in APW, but he believed that she owed the people some explanations.
APW took a gamble on your employment, as with any other megastar, and they have recouped on their investment with you. You’ve showed up on time to each event, you’ve trained hard in the gym, and you have stayed dedicated to the mission. But with all of those admirable things you have done, you have failed at the most important one of them all…you failed to stay true to yourself and to the people who helped propel you to where you currently are. The way you treat the fans and flaunt your financial success with Talon Wilkinson is sickening. And I’m the bad guy right? I’m mindful of others who aren’t in the position that I’m in, but you? You treat them like they are the scum of the earth and demean them with every word that leaves your mouth and with every tweet your little fingers type. I was once inspired by this young talented megastar but now…she makes me sick to my stomach. And the worst part of all is that it’s one of those lingering sicknesses, it’s not one that can easily be eradicated.
You have failed at standing for morality, you have failed at remaining humble, you have failed at attempting to make me out as the bad guy, you have failed your own flesh and blood Trey Parker, and you will once again fail at Raab-A-Mania against The Dying Breed. You can win Test For The Best by defeating four competitors in one night, you can become first in line to win our brand’s top prize, heck you can even cure AIDS and the common cold, but your life…your existence…your very essence is and will always be marred by failure. I don’t care how many times you rub elbows with Talon and the upper echelon of this business; you won’t be able to reverse the course you are already on. You’re too far gone and grace and mercy are unable to be extended to a cold hearted woman like you. Little Rock could be the beginning of setting your crooked paths straight, but even after Hopkins and I convey that victory that everyone but you is expecting, I’m afraid that even then it’ll be too late. The one that I once hoped in is now hopeless and a rich boyfriend or being number one contender couldn’t even amend that. Heed these words my dear because I am Anthony Bailey…the “tired” act of the APW roster…but on the flip side also APW’s only Promise…the only Promise that can't be broken. Until next time…
{{The scene slowly fades to black as Bailey walks back inside of his home.}}
