Post by Bailey on Jul 11, 2005 15:59:17 GMT -5
<3<3-The screen fades into the Chicago home of Brandon Bailey. The downtown, Michigan Ave condominium sits on the 58th floor overlooking the most recognizable lake in the nation. There are no lights on in the room; the only light shining is being provided from the sun rays shining through the venetian blinds and the television screen. As the camera pans the living room, you can see that the television is turned to the All Wrestling Channel where the various wrestling TV shoots and card listings show around the clock. Right now, frozen on the screen with Tivo, is the upcoming Sunday Night Slam card for the ROI. Sitting in the leather chair directly adjacent from the screen is the shadowy figure of Brandon Bailey. He turns on the lamp next to him, bringing a soft glow to the room and to his face. Slouched in the chair, he's wearing a blue Chicago Bears tee shirt, blue shorts, and no shoes. On his face you can see the almost twenty years of wrestling experience on his face. Although he isn't very scarred, the few nicks and blemishes on his face tell the story of a man who has been through hell on more than one occassion. His brown eyes are dark, deep, and determined due to the things he has seen throughout his life and career. Brandon just sits there for a moment, almost as if he is allowing you study him. Eventually he leans forward and says...<3<3
ROI...Ring Of Integrity. New ground, new hope, new pain. Almost everything here is new ta' me. All tha' bells, whistles, and streama's are all new. Almost nothin' here is familia' to me. That's OK though. As long as tha' one thing hat keeps me goin' is tha' same. As long as there is tha' one thing that keeps my soul satisfied, I can survive. I can jump into this company and do what I've always done fa' eighteen straight years. Fa' almost half of my life I've sweat, bled, ate, drank, pissed, s**t, cried, loved, and hated this miserable business. No matta' what has happened ta' me in my life and career, wrestlin' is tha' one constant that keeps me goin'. Tha' screw jobs, tha' back stabs, tha' league foldin's and mergers are all part of tha' job, but I wouldn't have it any otha' way. Why you ask? Why work in a field that beats ya' body, brain, and spirit? Why subject ya'self ta' constant torture and labor? <<Smirks>> Honestly, I don't know why. I don't know why night in and night out I sit up and wait for tha' next match, or choose ta' get in tha' ring with someone who just might end my career with one mistake. It's not tha' adrenaline rush, it's not tha' thrill, it's unexplainable. It's just one of those things that I've learned ta' accept in my life, and I'm glad I finally did it.
<3<3-Brandon reaches to the left of the chair he is sitting in and with his left hand pulls out an empty bottle of Jose Cuervo Especial Tequila. He carefully holds the bottle in both hands like it's a baby and stares at it with a sincere look. Brandon then holds the bottle with his left hand, looks back the camera and says...<3<3
Do ya' see this bottle? This bottle has been with me fa' just as long as tha' wrestlin' business has been in my life. From tha' age of sixteen me and Jose were hangin' out, partyin', and workin'. Fa' twenty-two long years it was Jose and his friends Jim Beam, Jaiger, Bombay, Bacardi, and tha' otha's. They were my team and coaches. They helped me get through any problem that was goin' on in my life and career. Go on a losin' streak? No problem. Tear a muscle? Take a few drinks, be back in the ring in 2 weeks. It was so bad, that in one fed, I was branded as Tha' Man With The Iron Liver because any normal person woulda' been dead. Jose was part of my gimmick'...it was my managa', my valet, my tag team partna'. I neva' thought it was holdin' me back because I was successful. World Titles here, Toughman Championships there, Tag Team Champion around tha' world, but it didn't matta'. It was all a blur. Hell, I can barely even rememba' half tha' accomplishments in my life. Tha' funny thing is this...Once she helped me stop drinkin', I accepted wrestlin' for what it is. Who is she? Tha' one pure thing in my life. When wrestlin' was my soul, and alcohol was my life, she, my sista', was and is my heart.
<3<3-Brandon drops the bottle in front of him and continues...<3<3
My sista' was tha' only one in my life who stuck by me. I have no family now. My moms and pops disowned me at seventeen. My Uncles and Aunts don't have anything ta' do with me and cousins stay away from me. I've been married twice, and both lasted less than six months. My life was wrestlin' and drinkin', but my sista' neva' gave up on me. She helped me through it, she helped me finally realize that there was a betta' way. I neva' told anyone that I even had any family because I didn't want ta' embarass them any more than I already have. Now I'm soba', focused, and at my prime once again. This Sunday I have a match with "Tha' Sin City Saint" Eddie Towne and she'll be at my side just like she always has been.
<3<3-Brandon smirks again and wipes the slight five o'clock shadow on his face. He leans back in the chair and says...<3<3
Eddie Towne, "Tha' Sin City Saint." Don't know ya', don't care. This Sunday at Slam it's you and me for tha' first time, maybe for tha' last time. I can probably go on and on about how I'm gonna' tear ya' a new one. How I'm gonna' embarass ya' and make ya' tap out in x amount of minutes...but I won't. I won't waste my time and tell ya' somethin' that ya' already know. Ya' already know that ya' have no chance against me. Ya' already know that no matta' how hard ya' try, ya' can't get on my level. Why not? Because I'm tha' measurin' stick of this miserable business. You can try ta' measure up as much as ya' want. You can bring any size stick, but I will always be at least anotha' level higha'. I will always come out on top because I am tha' stick that all sticks try ta' measure up to. It's simple. That's what I'll leave it at. This is a new day fa' me. This is just one more league fa' me ta' shine in. This is just one more mountain top fa' me ta' climb and lay claim ta'. Just like Moses on Mt. Sinai, I will be tha' only man on top of tha' mountain able ta' speak with GOD himself. This is my fed, my territory, my mountain...not yours! What about me?! What about Bailey?! Nobody climbs tha' peak but me, and no one will get in my way! Not you, not Saku, not Immune, not Hardcastle, not Justin Tyme, and not Yukio! No one but God himself can stop me and even HE will have a tough time! I left tha' last fed as Champion so that I can lay claim to tha' belt in this fed. No matta' where I go, what I do, or how I do it, I will be tha' first ta' succeed. Tha' first legend of ROI, tha' first Icon of ROI, and tha' first Champion of ROI. Anybody got a problem? If so, step up and make ya' argument. Saint, ya' first up ta' lose. Show me what ya' got. Show me that ya' not some schmuck tryin' ta' make a name by tryin' ta' knock me off tha' mountain top. Sunday, it's you and me...Tha' Sin City Saint versus Tha' Second City Saint. Let's show tha' world which city's son shines tha' brightest.
<3<3-The screen fades out as Brandon turns the light back off and unfreezes the Tivo.<3<3
ROI...Ring Of Integrity. New ground, new hope, new pain. Almost everything here is new ta' me. All tha' bells, whistles, and streama's are all new. Almost nothin' here is familia' to me. That's OK though. As long as tha' one thing hat keeps me goin' is tha' same. As long as there is tha' one thing that keeps my soul satisfied, I can survive. I can jump into this company and do what I've always done fa' eighteen straight years. Fa' almost half of my life I've sweat, bled, ate, drank, pissed, s**t, cried, loved, and hated this miserable business. No matta' what has happened ta' me in my life and career, wrestlin' is tha' one constant that keeps me goin'. Tha' screw jobs, tha' back stabs, tha' league foldin's and mergers are all part of tha' job, but I wouldn't have it any otha' way. Why you ask? Why work in a field that beats ya' body, brain, and spirit? Why subject ya'self ta' constant torture and labor? <<Smirks>> Honestly, I don't know why. I don't know why night in and night out I sit up and wait for tha' next match, or choose ta' get in tha' ring with someone who just might end my career with one mistake. It's not tha' adrenaline rush, it's not tha' thrill, it's unexplainable. It's just one of those things that I've learned ta' accept in my life, and I'm glad I finally did it.
<3<3-Brandon reaches to the left of the chair he is sitting in and with his left hand pulls out an empty bottle of Jose Cuervo Especial Tequila. He carefully holds the bottle in both hands like it's a baby and stares at it with a sincere look. Brandon then holds the bottle with his left hand, looks back the camera and says...<3<3
Do ya' see this bottle? This bottle has been with me fa' just as long as tha' wrestlin' business has been in my life. From tha' age of sixteen me and Jose were hangin' out, partyin', and workin'. Fa' twenty-two long years it was Jose and his friends Jim Beam, Jaiger, Bombay, Bacardi, and tha' otha's. They were my team and coaches. They helped me get through any problem that was goin' on in my life and career. Go on a losin' streak? No problem. Tear a muscle? Take a few drinks, be back in the ring in 2 weeks. It was so bad, that in one fed, I was branded as Tha' Man With The Iron Liver because any normal person woulda' been dead. Jose was part of my gimmick'...it was my managa', my valet, my tag team partna'. I neva' thought it was holdin' me back because I was successful. World Titles here, Toughman Championships there, Tag Team Champion around tha' world, but it didn't matta'. It was all a blur. Hell, I can barely even rememba' half tha' accomplishments in my life. Tha' funny thing is this...Once she helped me stop drinkin', I accepted wrestlin' for what it is. Who is she? Tha' one pure thing in my life. When wrestlin' was my soul, and alcohol was my life, she, my sista', was and is my heart.
<3<3-Brandon drops the bottle in front of him and continues...<3<3
My sista' was tha' only one in my life who stuck by me. I have no family now. My moms and pops disowned me at seventeen. My Uncles and Aunts don't have anything ta' do with me and cousins stay away from me. I've been married twice, and both lasted less than six months. My life was wrestlin' and drinkin', but my sista' neva' gave up on me. She helped me through it, she helped me finally realize that there was a betta' way. I neva' told anyone that I even had any family because I didn't want ta' embarass them any more than I already have. Now I'm soba', focused, and at my prime once again. This Sunday I have a match with "Tha' Sin City Saint" Eddie Towne and she'll be at my side just like she always has been.
<3<3-Brandon smirks again and wipes the slight five o'clock shadow on his face. He leans back in the chair and says...<3<3
Eddie Towne, "Tha' Sin City Saint." Don't know ya', don't care. This Sunday at Slam it's you and me for tha' first time, maybe for tha' last time. I can probably go on and on about how I'm gonna' tear ya' a new one. How I'm gonna' embarass ya' and make ya' tap out in x amount of minutes...but I won't. I won't waste my time and tell ya' somethin' that ya' already know. Ya' already know that ya' have no chance against me. Ya' already know that no matta' how hard ya' try, ya' can't get on my level. Why not? Because I'm tha' measurin' stick of this miserable business. You can try ta' measure up as much as ya' want. You can bring any size stick, but I will always be at least anotha' level higha'. I will always come out on top because I am tha' stick that all sticks try ta' measure up to. It's simple. That's what I'll leave it at. This is a new day fa' me. This is just one more league fa' me ta' shine in. This is just one more mountain top fa' me ta' climb and lay claim ta'. Just like Moses on Mt. Sinai, I will be tha' only man on top of tha' mountain able ta' speak with GOD himself. This is my fed, my territory, my mountain...not yours! What about me?! What about Bailey?! Nobody climbs tha' peak but me, and no one will get in my way! Not you, not Saku, not Immune, not Hardcastle, not Justin Tyme, and not Yukio! No one but God himself can stop me and even HE will have a tough time! I left tha' last fed as Champion so that I can lay claim to tha' belt in this fed. No matta' where I go, what I do, or how I do it, I will be tha' first ta' succeed. Tha' first legend of ROI, tha' first Icon of ROI, and tha' first Champion of ROI. Anybody got a problem? If so, step up and make ya' argument. Saint, ya' first up ta' lose. Show me what ya' got. Show me that ya' not some schmuck tryin' ta' make a name by tryin' ta' knock me off tha' mountain top. Sunday, it's you and me...Tha' Sin City Saint versus Tha' Second City Saint. Let's show tha' world which city's son shines tha' brightest.
<3<3-The screen fades out as Brandon turns the light back off and unfreezes the Tivo.<3<3
