Post by Bailey on Sept 15, 2005 17:25:43 GMT -5
<3<3-The screen fades in at an empty train stop on the northside of Chicago. It's mid afternoon and the sun is blasting it's heat unmercifully down on the Second City. The train stop is dirty from the weather, environment, and the people that frequent it everyday. The elevated stop allows you to overlook a portion of the city that is named Rogers Park. The houses, apartment buildings, and patches of grass tell a tale of a section of the city that has seen many cultural changes throughout it's long storied history. The Arco Iris icecream man pushes his cart, ringing the bells on the handle to attract the children and adults in the area for a cool treat that may offer some sort of relief from the blistering heat and humidity. As a few cars drive under the train stop and on to whatever their destination may be, you can hear the screeching, and rattling of the oncoming train. As it gets closer and closer, you can see the rounded metal tube that resembles a tin can slowing down to make the stop. Finally, the screech from the brakes bring the metal transport to a full stop and the doors slide open. Out from one of the train cars on the left steps the Valor Heavyweight Champion, Brandon Bailey. He's wearing a navy blue Chicago Bears t-shirt, black cotton shorts, and a pair of of black running shoes. He has a bottle of water in one hand and a black duffle bag in the other. Brandon eyes the camera and motions with his head to follow him. The camera catches up and begins to follow while Brandon begins to speak...<3<3
It's been one week since I've had ta' address tha' masses and it felt like an eternity. It felt like an enternity not because of tha' fans, but fa' tha' first time in tha' VWA's short history, tha' Assassin wasn't scheduled ta' wrestle on Sunday Night Slam. It felt strange because I had nothin' ta' really prepare for last week. Even this week I don't feel much of an urge ta' give it my all in tha' gym. Why? Because my main focus isn't this tag team match. This is just a match ta' keep tha' ring rust off, ta' hype up two matches at Valor Before Glory; but I'm not gonna' just sit on my ass and roll over, I'm gonna' put forth tha' same dedication I always do. Not fa' tha' fans, but fa' myself.
<3<3-Brandon stops before hitting the stairs and turns around about halfway to look at the camera and say...<3<3
I do it fa' myself and no one else. When ya' think that way, ya' can't lose, and that's why I haven't lost yet. My record may say one loss ta' Tha' Creepa', but it was on a technicality like Tibbs said earlia' this week. It wasn't a pin, and it damn sure wasn't a submission; so it wasn't a loss. Granted, I made tha' mistake of takin' tha' match too lightly, but that's a mistake that won't happen again.
<3<3-Brandon walks down the stairs and out of the train terminal. He waits for a few cars to pass and trots across Morse Ave. Once across the street, Brandon starts walking and continues...<3<3
This Sunday I have ta' deal with what Eric Hardcastle called a thorn in my side. I'm his thorn, and he's my thorn. Tha' big difference is, he makes me his thorn. I'm done with ya' Hardcastle. I made my statement, yet ya' continue ta' jump in ta' tha' thorn bush. It's ya' own fault and noone elses. <<Pauses midstride and looks back at the camera.>> Why can't ya' just give it up? Why don't ya stop fa' a second and think about what ya' doin'? You'll save ya'self a whole lotta' pain and heartache if ya' step off and go anotha' direction. <<Starts walking again.>> I know ya' won't do it Eric, ya' neva' were that smart, so that just means that I have ta' teach ya' anotha' lesson that'll stick with ya' this time. There's only one maja' difference...This time I've got a helpin' hand. I have tha' most dominatin' force in tha' VWA...I have Ron Tibbs. I have tha' only otha' man in tha' VWA that has win ova' Hardcastle. He's not my friend, he's not my buddy, he's a business partna'. He's my insurance policy ta' keep Hardcastle from ruinin' my run as champion in a sneak attack. So far "Tha' Man" has been worth every bit of tha' premium I paid. He's done exactly what is necessary ta' keep Hardcastle outta' my hair so that I can focus on ZMasta'.
<3<3-Brandon makes a right turn on Clark St. and continues to walk past the various Mexican taquerias and various shops. The busy street gathers onlookers wondering why this guy has a camera following him. A few of the pedestrians recognize Brandon, but know his personality and just wave or cheer from a distance. Brandon actually cracks a slight smile and continues...<3<3
Fans...ya' can talk all types of trash about 'em, denounce 'em, spit on 'em, and they still cheer ya'. Morons. Which brings me ta' ZMasta'...tha' newest moron ta' be added ta' my mountain of defeated opponents. ZMasta's gonna' be one of tha' highest peaks of my mountain because he's supposedly such a legend. <<Stops and looks back at the camera.>> Let's clear this up right now...Ya' not a legend unless ya' been in tha' same fed as Brandon Bailey. If I don't know ya', ya' not a legend in my book. <<Continues to walk.>> Z, we've neva' had a one-on-one match, some might call our match next week at Valor Before Glory a dream match...It'll be a dream all right. It'll be a dream because when ya' wake up afta' I knock ya' out with a Chicago Face Busta' you'll realize that it was dream ta' think ya' could beat me. So this week we get ta' butt heads in a tag match, and it's just a precursa' ta' next Sunday. It's a precursa' because I'm gonna' beat ya' Sunday like I will next week. Different match, same result. I don't need help ta' take out trash in tha' ring. I don't need an added advantage ta' keep my title because I can't be beat by some ova'rated jerk behind a mask.
<3<3-Brandon stops in front of a door that has Rudy Salinas' Wrestling School above it. He turns, looks directly at the camera, and says...<3<3
ZMasta', ya' not in WFWF, ya' not in ACW, or any otha' fed. Ya' in Valor now, and in Valor I'm tha' only Legend; I'm tha' only Icon; I'm tha' only Main Eventa'. There's no place fa' you, Hardcastle, or anyone else fa' that matta' ta' be on my mountain top. I've proven it time in and time out that I am tha' Measurin' Stick of this miserable business, and that no one else can measure up ta' me. So far I haven't been proven wrong. This Sunday and next Sunday I will still be on top by myself. So go ahead and jump inta' tha' thorn bush with Hardcastle...It'll be tha' biggest mistake of ya' career; I dig deep and tha' wounds I leave scar ya' fa' life.
<3<3-The screen fades out as Brandon walks through the door to train.<3<3
It's been one week since I've had ta' address tha' masses and it felt like an eternity. It felt like an enternity not because of tha' fans, but fa' tha' first time in tha' VWA's short history, tha' Assassin wasn't scheduled ta' wrestle on Sunday Night Slam. It felt strange because I had nothin' ta' really prepare for last week. Even this week I don't feel much of an urge ta' give it my all in tha' gym. Why? Because my main focus isn't this tag team match. This is just a match ta' keep tha' ring rust off, ta' hype up two matches at Valor Before Glory; but I'm not gonna' just sit on my ass and roll over, I'm gonna' put forth tha' same dedication I always do. Not fa' tha' fans, but fa' myself.
<3<3-Brandon stops before hitting the stairs and turns around about halfway to look at the camera and say...<3<3
I do it fa' myself and no one else. When ya' think that way, ya' can't lose, and that's why I haven't lost yet. My record may say one loss ta' Tha' Creepa', but it was on a technicality like Tibbs said earlia' this week. It wasn't a pin, and it damn sure wasn't a submission; so it wasn't a loss. Granted, I made tha' mistake of takin' tha' match too lightly, but that's a mistake that won't happen again.
<3<3-Brandon walks down the stairs and out of the train terminal. He waits for a few cars to pass and trots across Morse Ave. Once across the street, Brandon starts walking and continues...<3<3
This Sunday I have ta' deal with what Eric Hardcastle called a thorn in my side. I'm his thorn, and he's my thorn. Tha' big difference is, he makes me his thorn. I'm done with ya' Hardcastle. I made my statement, yet ya' continue ta' jump in ta' tha' thorn bush. It's ya' own fault and noone elses. <<Pauses midstride and looks back at the camera.>> Why can't ya' just give it up? Why don't ya stop fa' a second and think about what ya' doin'? You'll save ya'self a whole lotta' pain and heartache if ya' step off and go anotha' direction. <<Starts walking again.>> I know ya' won't do it Eric, ya' neva' were that smart, so that just means that I have ta' teach ya' anotha' lesson that'll stick with ya' this time. There's only one maja' difference...This time I've got a helpin' hand. I have tha' most dominatin' force in tha' VWA...I have Ron Tibbs. I have tha' only otha' man in tha' VWA that has win ova' Hardcastle. He's not my friend, he's not my buddy, he's a business partna'. He's my insurance policy ta' keep Hardcastle from ruinin' my run as champion in a sneak attack. So far "Tha' Man" has been worth every bit of tha' premium I paid. He's done exactly what is necessary ta' keep Hardcastle outta' my hair so that I can focus on ZMasta'.
<3<3-Brandon makes a right turn on Clark St. and continues to walk past the various Mexican taquerias and various shops. The busy street gathers onlookers wondering why this guy has a camera following him. A few of the pedestrians recognize Brandon, but know his personality and just wave or cheer from a distance. Brandon actually cracks a slight smile and continues...<3<3
Fans...ya' can talk all types of trash about 'em, denounce 'em, spit on 'em, and they still cheer ya'. Morons. Which brings me ta' ZMasta'...tha' newest moron ta' be added ta' my mountain of defeated opponents. ZMasta's gonna' be one of tha' highest peaks of my mountain because he's supposedly such a legend. <<Stops and looks back at the camera.>> Let's clear this up right now...Ya' not a legend unless ya' been in tha' same fed as Brandon Bailey. If I don't know ya', ya' not a legend in my book. <<Continues to walk.>> Z, we've neva' had a one-on-one match, some might call our match next week at Valor Before Glory a dream match...It'll be a dream all right. It'll be a dream because when ya' wake up afta' I knock ya' out with a Chicago Face Busta' you'll realize that it was dream ta' think ya' could beat me. So this week we get ta' butt heads in a tag match, and it's just a precursa' ta' next Sunday. It's a precursa' because I'm gonna' beat ya' Sunday like I will next week. Different match, same result. I don't need help ta' take out trash in tha' ring. I don't need an added advantage ta' keep my title because I can't be beat by some ova'rated jerk behind a mask.
<3<3-Brandon stops in front of a door that has Rudy Salinas' Wrestling School above it. He turns, looks directly at the camera, and says...<3<3
ZMasta', ya' not in WFWF, ya' not in ACW, or any otha' fed. Ya' in Valor now, and in Valor I'm tha' only Legend; I'm tha' only Icon; I'm tha' only Main Eventa'. There's no place fa' you, Hardcastle, or anyone else fa' that matta' ta' be on my mountain top. I've proven it time in and time out that I am tha' Measurin' Stick of this miserable business, and that no one else can measure up ta' me. So far I haven't been proven wrong. This Sunday and next Sunday I will still be on top by myself. So go ahead and jump inta' tha' thorn bush with Hardcastle...It'll be tha' biggest mistake of ya' career; I dig deep and tha' wounds I leave scar ya' fa' life.
<3<3-The screen fades out as Brandon walks through the door to train.<3<3
So what! I'm a true fan and that will never change! 
