Post by Bailey on Jul 28, 2005 0:21:44 GMT -5
<3<3-The screen fades into an empty street, in the middle of the night, on the northside of Chicago. Both sides of the streets are filled with various cars parallel parked inches from eachother. The street also has a collage of different one-story houses and four-story apartments with windows open allowing the comfortable night air in. A few stray cats run by with their eyes glowing in the light of an oncoming car and then disappear in the darkness ahead. A shadowy figure starts to become visible in the distance. Steadily walking towards the camera, we catch a quick glimpse in between the illuminating glow of the street lamps. As the figure gets closer, we can see that it is Brandon Bailey. He's wearing a black hoody with his hands in the front pockets, black jogging pants with the snaps on the sides, and black shoes. His head is down as if he is pondering the very meaning of his existence. Brandon gets about five paces from the camera and stops. He picks his head up, spits to his left side, and says...<3<3
I already know that some of ya' are askin' why tha' hell am I out here in tha' middle of tha' night? It's simply because I felt like clearin' my head. Fa' tha' last two weeks I've done nothin' but go on and on about revenge and hate. I've done nothin' but tell people what type of punishment they're gonna' get when they step inta' tha' ring with me. Basically I've sounded like a ravin' lunatic. Ta' tell ya' tha' truth...I was a ravin' lunatic. I lost all sense of reality and only saw pure hatred. Not only did I see tha' hatred, I showed tha' hatred and lost control. It's just when I think about tha' past two weeks, I just get so pissed off that I can't think straight. Fa' Ch***t's sake, I almost killed a man on Monday in tha' ring. So I needed ta' get out, walk around my old neighba'hood, and think. I've already laid out all tha' threats that I can. I've already drawn tha' line fa' my lil' sis. There's nothin' else I can do from this point but act on what I've said. If those sons of b****es can't catch a hint, then they must have resigned ta' what's comin' their way. I don't speak Spanish, German, or French so I don't know how else I can say stay tha' hell away from Brittney. Hardcastle thinks that by talkin' a bunch of garbage is gonna' get me riled up? Hardcastle thinks that he's man enough fa' Brittney? Fine, everytime he steps up, I'll knock his ass down. Keep tryin' me Hardcastle...I enjoy makin' ya' bleed. I enjoy crackin' ya' skull open like honeydew melon. While ya' lay up in tha' hospital reminiscin' about how as a kid ya' used ta' watch me wrestle night in and night out perfectin' my craft, I'll be thinkin' of a anotha' way ta' keep ya' sorry ass in that bed. Keep pushin' my buttons Eric. Eventually you'll hit tha' wrong one and...I don't even need ta' say it anymore 'cause ya' already know.
<3<3-Brandon squats down and picks up a few pebbles in his hand. He tosses them down the sidewalk until they are gone and continues...
Immune...still lame, still a losa', still winless. Ya' think by denouncin' ya' action figua' and hotwings that ya' can just mold ya'self ova' night inta' a winna'? It's not that easy Losa'. No one just switches gears ova' night...not you, not me, not anybody. My craft is my life...I paint a masta'piece everytime I step in that ring that no one can rival, yet ya' think that a new attitude makes ya' a new man. Doesn't work that way. Hardcastle said it best...I stopped drinkin', but my attitutude still sucks. Why is that? Because that's me...this miserable business made me that way, not tha' liqua'. Facin' ova' paid, unda' talented losa's like ya'self made me this way. You say not ta' hate ya' Immune, but I have no choice. I hate ya' because ya' want ta' get in tha' way of what's rightfully mine. Why did ya' say it was your title?! It's MY TITLE! <<Points both thumbs at chest>> What about me?! What about Bailey?! Who gives a damn about tha' fans?! All they eva' do is bitch and moan about ticket prices and who they think is tha' best. I used ta' work for tha' fans. Know what it got me? Two herniated discs, a dislocated shoulda', broken colla' bones, and too many muscle tears ta' name. Afta' all that, did they say thank you? Afta' all my sacrifices did tha' fans come flockin' ta' me? NO! They showed no respect ta' tha' real worka's of this miserable business. Tha' morons ran to tha' talentless pool comprised of tha' Hardcastles and tha' Immunes. No one in this business worked as hard, or as long as I did, but I still didn't get tha' respect that I deserved. Now it's my time, but ya' still want me ta' cata' to tha' fans? I owe tha' fans nothin', and could care less about what they think. Who cares if I'm borin'? They'll have no choice but ta' listen once that strap is around my waist.
<3<3-Brandon gazes up at the starless sky due to the city lights. He watches an airplane fly by and then closes his eyes. Brandon stands there in the same position with his hands in his front pockets, neck arched back, face pointing upward, adn eyes closed. With his eyes closed, Brandon says...<3<3
Immune, can ya' feel it? Can ya' feel tha' pulse of tha' wrestlin' world beatin' right now? Can ya' feel tha' eyes of every person in tha' wrestlin' world on ya' waitin for ya' ta' lose again? If ya' can't feel that, then just stand still. Just close ya' eyes...visualize me makin' ya' tap out in tha' middle of tha ring. Visualize me bustin' ya' face wide open with tha' CFB. Beautiful ain't it? Thirty thousand plus screamin' fans booin' because I'm victorius ova' their "animal." I love it...anotha' masta'piece. I've already got tha' image in my head right now. It's right beside tha' steel surprise I gave Hardcastle. When I beat you...it'll be anotha' jewel in my waitin' crown; anotha' notch in my preverbial belt. <<Opens eyes and holds up four fingers>> Just four more days until we meet for tha' first time...possibly tha' last time. Just four more days until I put my foot where ya' mouth is. Just four more days until I climb one more rung up that ladda' of destiny. Just four more days until I show tha' world one more time why I am tha' measurin' stick of this miserable business. <<Puts hands back in pockets>> Immune, ya' asked why I act like I'm betta' than everybody...It's because I am. Until someone proves me wrong, I am tha' best in tha' ROI. Ya' have just four short days ta' prove me wrong Immune. Show me why they call you tha' Beast and I'll show you why they call me tha' Best.
<3<3-Brandon spits on the ground again, wipes his mouth with his sleeve, and continues...<3<3
I'm no wrestlin' God, Immune...neva' said I was. I have spoken with God though, and he told me my destiny. Everyone in tha' ROI knows my destiny has already been released like a runaway train. Tha' only thing that can stop it is me. I've already run through two stops...you're stop numba' three and it will be no different than' before. Just get outta' tha' way, and accept tha' fact that I can't be stopped no matta' what ya' do. Avoid bein' anotha' scatta'd road block on the way to my final destination. Get off my track Immune if ya' don't want ta' get hurt. That belt is mine and no one is gettin' in my way.
<3<3-The screen fades out as Brandon starts walking away into the night.<3<3
I already know that some of ya' are askin' why tha' hell am I out here in tha' middle of tha' night? It's simply because I felt like clearin' my head. Fa' tha' last two weeks I've done nothin' but go on and on about revenge and hate. I've done nothin' but tell people what type of punishment they're gonna' get when they step inta' tha' ring with me. Basically I've sounded like a ravin' lunatic. Ta' tell ya' tha' truth...I was a ravin' lunatic. I lost all sense of reality and only saw pure hatred. Not only did I see tha' hatred, I showed tha' hatred and lost control. It's just when I think about tha' past two weeks, I just get so pissed off that I can't think straight. Fa' Ch***t's sake, I almost killed a man on Monday in tha' ring. So I needed ta' get out, walk around my old neighba'hood, and think. I've already laid out all tha' threats that I can. I've already drawn tha' line fa' my lil' sis. There's nothin' else I can do from this point but act on what I've said. If those sons of b****es can't catch a hint, then they must have resigned ta' what's comin' their way. I don't speak Spanish, German, or French so I don't know how else I can say stay tha' hell away from Brittney. Hardcastle thinks that by talkin' a bunch of garbage is gonna' get me riled up? Hardcastle thinks that he's man enough fa' Brittney? Fine, everytime he steps up, I'll knock his ass down. Keep tryin' me Hardcastle...I enjoy makin' ya' bleed. I enjoy crackin' ya' skull open like honeydew melon. While ya' lay up in tha' hospital reminiscin' about how as a kid ya' used ta' watch me wrestle night in and night out perfectin' my craft, I'll be thinkin' of a anotha' way ta' keep ya' sorry ass in that bed. Keep pushin' my buttons Eric. Eventually you'll hit tha' wrong one and...I don't even need ta' say it anymore 'cause ya' already know.
<3<3-Brandon squats down and picks up a few pebbles in his hand. He tosses them down the sidewalk until they are gone and continues...
Immune...still lame, still a losa', still winless. Ya' think by denouncin' ya' action figua' and hotwings that ya' can just mold ya'self ova' night inta' a winna'? It's not that easy Losa'. No one just switches gears ova' night...not you, not me, not anybody. My craft is my life...I paint a masta'piece everytime I step in that ring that no one can rival, yet ya' think that a new attitude makes ya' a new man. Doesn't work that way. Hardcastle said it best...I stopped drinkin', but my attitutude still sucks. Why is that? Because that's me...this miserable business made me that way, not tha' liqua'. Facin' ova' paid, unda' talented losa's like ya'self made me this way. You say not ta' hate ya' Immune, but I have no choice. I hate ya' because ya' want ta' get in tha' way of what's rightfully mine. Why did ya' say it was your title?! It's MY TITLE! <<Points both thumbs at chest>> What about me?! What about Bailey?! Who gives a damn about tha' fans?! All they eva' do is bitch and moan about ticket prices and who they think is tha' best. I used ta' work for tha' fans. Know what it got me? Two herniated discs, a dislocated shoulda', broken colla' bones, and too many muscle tears ta' name. Afta' all that, did they say thank you? Afta' all my sacrifices did tha' fans come flockin' ta' me? NO! They showed no respect ta' tha' real worka's of this miserable business. Tha' morons ran to tha' talentless pool comprised of tha' Hardcastles and tha' Immunes. No one in this business worked as hard, or as long as I did, but I still didn't get tha' respect that I deserved. Now it's my time, but ya' still want me ta' cata' to tha' fans? I owe tha' fans nothin', and could care less about what they think. Who cares if I'm borin'? They'll have no choice but ta' listen once that strap is around my waist.
<3<3-Brandon gazes up at the starless sky due to the city lights. He watches an airplane fly by and then closes his eyes. Brandon stands there in the same position with his hands in his front pockets, neck arched back, face pointing upward, adn eyes closed. With his eyes closed, Brandon says...<3<3
Immune, can ya' feel it? Can ya' feel tha' pulse of tha' wrestlin' world beatin' right now? Can ya' feel tha' eyes of every person in tha' wrestlin' world on ya' waitin for ya' ta' lose again? If ya' can't feel that, then just stand still. Just close ya' eyes...visualize me makin' ya' tap out in tha' middle of tha ring. Visualize me bustin' ya' face wide open with tha' CFB. Beautiful ain't it? Thirty thousand plus screamin' fans booin' because I'm victorius ova' their "animal." I love it...anotha' masta'piece. I've already got tha' image in my head right now. It's right beside tha' steel surprise I gave Hardcastle. When I beat you...it'll be anotha' jewel in my waitin' crown; anotha' notch in my preverbial belt. <<Opens eyes and holds up four fingers>> Just four more days until we meet for tha' first time...possibly tha' last time. Just four more days until I put my foot where ya' mouth is. Just four more days until I climb one more rung up that ladda' of destiny. Just four more days until I show tha' world one more time why I am tha' measurin' stick of this miserable business. <<Puts hands back in pockets>> Immune, ya' asked why I act like I'm betta' than everybody...It's because I am. Until someone proves me wrong, I am tha' best in tha' ROI. Ya' have just four short days ta' prove me wrong Immune. Show me why they call you tha' Beast and I'll show you why they call me tha' Best.
<3<3-Brandon spits on the ground again, wipes his mouth with his sleeve, and continues...<3<3
I'm no wrestlin' God, Immune...neva' said I was. I have spoken with God though, and he told me my destiny. Everyone in tha' ROI knows my destiny has already been released like a runaway train. Tha' only thing that can stop it is me. I've already run through two stops...you're stop numba' three and it will be no different than' before. Just get outta' tha' way, and accept tha' fact that I can't be stopped no matta' what ya' do. Avoid bein' anotha' scatta'd road block on the way to my final destination. Get off my track Immune if ya' don't want ta' get hurt. That belt is mine and no one is gettin' in my way.
<3<3-The screen fades out as Brandon starts walking away into the night.<3<3
