Post by Bailey on Aug 3, 2005 22:41:17 GMT -5
<3<3-The screen fades in on a nearly empty Chicago train. The steel rectangular transport rocks side to side as it barrels towards its destination. Klikity-Klak, Klikity-Klak, Klikity-Klak; the repetitive cadence of the train wheels rolling on the track fills the air. The train is dirty from the constant traffic that ride it everyday. The various ads on the train are defaced with graffitti from black marker, white out, and pen marks. The thick plastic windows are also defaced with scratches from keys and stickers people have left over time. As the train sways back and forth, the flourescent lights flicker every so often. At one end of the train car, a homeless man sits in the corner and is leaning on the wall attempting to get some sleep. On the other end of the car is Brandon Bailey sitting in the corner looking out the window. He's wearing a black hoody, black jogging pants, and black shoes. His arms are folded and his feet are resting on the chair in front of him. He sits there for a few moments just looking out the window at the lights and buildings that the train passes. Bradon then lets his feet down and sits up. He looks at the camera and says...<3<3
Eric Hardcastle...I swear ta' God I'm sick and tired of ya'. It seems like no matta' what I do, where I go, whose ass I kick, ya' always end up right in front of my face. I don't know what it is...no, scratch that...I know exactly what it is. It's tha' same thing that I preach about week in and week out. It's tha' same thing that is gonna' take me to tha' top of this miserable business one more time. What is it ya' ask? <<Looks down, chuckles, then looks back at camera>> It's destiny. That's right, destiny. Tha' very same destiny that keeps me undefeated. Tha' very same destiny that made me champion in tha' ACW and will make me champion in tha' VWA. Neva' before has it stared me in tha' face like this. Neva' before have I felt that old gut feelin' as strong as this. It is destined fa' me a nd Hardcastle ta' face off in tha' ring fa' one reason or anotha'. I believe that it's destiny because he is my perfect opposite. That's right, Eric "F***IN'" Hardcastle is my exact polar opposite in every way. He's flashy, happy, and works fa' tha' fans. Me? I'm plain, miserable, and could give a damn about what tha' fans think. He's tha' perfect opponent in my climb fa' tha' title. Moses had Ramses, Zeus had Hades, Supa'man had Lex Luga'. Each of them were complete opposites and had amazin' battles, wars, and history...Me and Hardcastle are no different. Regardless of what we have in common, on Sunday, that all goes out tha' window. I'm takin' Hardcastle to a' level he neva' knew he had. I'm takin' him to a place that I only save fa' special occasions. Sunday, Hardcastle is gonna' try ta' knock me down my mountain...If I fall, he' comin' with me.
<3<3-The conductor announces the next stop and slowly pulls into the station. The doors open, but no one gets on the train. Brandon leans back and looks back out the window until the train doors close again. As they slowly pull off, Brandon looks back at the camera and continues...<3<3
Hardcastle...Tha' last time we faced eachother one on one, it was an epic. Probably one of tha' greatest matches in ACW history. In tha' end, ya' beat me, plain and simple. Like I said before, I make no excuses and take my losses like a man. I lost, but that was because I was weak...I handicapped myself...not an excuse, just a fact. I hadn't wrestled anyone who could exploit my handicap fa' nearly eight years straight..you were tha' first. I guess I owe ya' somewhat fa' my soba' ways now...but only a little. Honestly I owe ya' nothin' because I still don't like ya'. I can still sit here with a straight face and say I damn near hate ya' guts even afta' ya' save Britt on Sunday. My gratitude was that handshake and me not puttin' my boots in ya' busted ribs. Nothin' has changed except a common enemy...Eddie Towne...Tha' Sin City Saint. Fa' three straight weeks he's gotten' me from behind. Fa' three straight weeks he's crossed tha' line. Fa' three staight weeks he's gotten away with it. Not anymore...Soon his ass is mine. Him and Gage Creed. Creed stabbed me in tha' back, and fa' that, he's gonna' pay. He thinks I kept him in my shadow...F***in' idiot! I gave him tha' skills he needed ta' sa'vive in this miserable business. I neva' made him stay...he followed me around like a lost puppy. Did I kick him to thta' curb? No...but he wasn't my problem anymore. He's a grown ass man, yet he still looked ta' me ta' carry his ass through tha' ranks. He doesn't get his shot and blames it on me...figua's. Creed, Saint...tha' time fa' retribution is fast approachin'...patience is a virtue, and right now I got all tha' patience in tha' world.
<3<3-The conductor announces the next stop and it's the same result as last time. Brandon gets up and walks to the train map posted on the wall of the train next to the door. He studies it for a second and while still looking at the map says...<3<3
Eric...I hate ta' do this, but I'm about ta' sound like a real hypocrite right now. last week I kept tellin' Immune that he needed symba'lism ta' get his point across. I called him shallow and an easy opponent ta' read. I was wrong...he gave me a match...took me to tha' limits, in tha' end I won, but he still taught me somethin'. Immune taught me that sometimes symba'lism is tha' best way ta' show ya' opponent exactly what ya' mean. Ta' make a long story short, I'm about ta' use this train and this map ta' paint a picture ta' Hardcastle about our history. <<Points to map>> This train map is part of tha' Chicago Loop. Tha' Chicago Loop is just what it sounds like. Tha' paths of me and Hardcastle are like tha' Loop where we may both get on at different stops, but eventually we'll meet up. No matta' how many people get on tha' same path at tha' same time, me and Hardcastle will meet up. It's inevitable because it's destiny. This train route is open twentyfour hours a day, non-stop. That's how I live my life in this business...non-stop. Fa'Hardcastle ta' stay with me, he has ta' live this business non-stop. <<Looks at camera>> Eric, we're both on tha' same path right now, different entry points, but ended up crossin' paths as usual. Can we do it again? Can we carve our names inta' tha' VWA tree of history? We did it in tha' ACW; yours just happened ta' be deepa'. This time I'll carve my name deepa' and higha' than you will eva' dream of. Hardcastle, Bailey, one more time. Lay it all on tha' line like ya' did before Eric. Don't bitch up because of a couple of cracked ribs. Bring it Eric...Bring it so I can continue ta' fulfill my destiny and climb ta' that mountain top. Fa'get Brittney, fa'get Saint, fa'get Creed. My focus is on you and only you fa' this Sunday.
<3<3-The conductor announces the stop and pulls in to the station. As Brandon is getting off he says...<3<3
I'm gettin off at this stop Eric...I'll be waitin' for ya'. I won't have ta' wait long because our destinies bring us ta'getha. It's a game of fate Eric, and this time, fate is on my side.
<3<3-The screen fades to black as Brandon gets off the train and the doors close.<3<3
Eric Hardcastle...I swear ta' God I'm sick and tired of ya'. It seems like no matta' what I do, where I go, whose ass I kick, ya' always end up right in front of my face. I don't know what it is...no, scratch that...I know exactly what it is. It's tha' same thing that I preach about week in and week out. It's tha' same thing that is gonna' take me to tha' top of this miserable business one more time. What is it ya' ask? <<Looks down, chuckles, then looks back at camera>> It's destiny. That's right, destiny. Tha' very same destiny that keeps me undefeated. Tha' very same destiny that made me champion in tha' ACW and will make me champion in tha' VWA. Neva' before has it stared me in tha' face like this. Neva' before have I felt that old gut feelin' as strong as this. It is destined fa' me a nd Hardcastle ta' face off in tha' ring fa' one reason or anotha'. I believe that it's destiny because he is my perfect opposite. That's right, Eric "F***IN'" Hardcastle is my exact polar opposite in every way. He's flashy, happy, and works fa' tha' fans. Me? I'm plain, miserable, and could give a damn about what tha' fans think. He's tha' perfect opponent in my climb fa' tha' title. Moses had Ramses, Zeus had Hades, Supa'man had Lex Luga'. Each of them were complete opposites and had amazin' battles, wars, and history...Me and Hardcastle are no different. Regardless of what we have in common, on Sunday, that all goes out tha' window. I'm takin' Hardcastle to a' level he neva' knew he had. I'm takin' him to a place that I only save fa' special occasions. Sunday, Hardcastle is gonna' try ta' knock me down my mountain...If I fall, he' comin' with me.
<3<3-The conductor announces the next stop and slowly pulls into the station. The doors open, but no one gets on the train. Brandon leans back and looks back out the window until the train doors close again. As they slowly pull off, Brandon looks back at the camera and continues...<3<3
Hardcastle...Tha' last time we faced eachother one on one, it was an epic. Probably one of tha' greatest matches in ACW history. In tha' end, ya' beat me, plain and simple. Like I said before, I make no excuses and take my losses like a man. I lost, but that was because I was weak...I handicapped myself...not an excuse, just a fact. I hadn't wrestled anyone who could exploit my handicap fa' nearly eight years straight..you were tha' first. I guess I owe ya' somewhat fa' my soba' ways now...but only a little. Honestly I owe ya' nothin' because I still don't like ya'. I can still sit here with a straight face and say I damn near hate ya' guts even afta' ya' save Britt on Sunday. My gratitude was that handshake and me not puttin' my boots in ya' busted ribs. Nothin' has changed except a common enemy...Eddie Towne...Tha' Sin City Saint. Fa' three straight weeks he's gotten' me from behind. Fa' three straight weeks he's crossed tha' line. Fa' three staight weeks he's gotten away with it. Not anymore...Soon his ass is mine. Him and Gage Creed. Creed stabbed me in tha' back, and fa' that, he's gonna' pay. He thinks I kept him in my shadow...F***in' idiot! I gave him tha' skills he needed ta' sa'vive in this miserable business. I neva' made him stay...he followed me around like a lost puppy. Did I kick him to thta' curb? No...but he wasn't my problem anymore. He's a grown ass man, yet he still looked ta' me ta' carry his ass through tha' ranks. He doesn't get his shot and blames it on me...figua's. Creed, Saint...tha' time fa' retribution is fast approachin'...patience is a virtue, and right now I got all tha' patience in tha' world.
<3<3-The conductor announces the next stop and it's the same result as last time. Brandon gets up and walks to the train map posted on the wall of the train next to the door. He studies it for a second and while still looking at the map says...<3<3
Eric...I hate ta' do this, but I'm about ta' sound like a real hypocrite right now. last week I kept tellin' Immune that he needed symba'lism ta' get his point across. I called him shallow and an easy opponent ta' read. I was wrong...he gave me a match...took me to tha' limits, in tha' end I won, but he still taught me somethin'. Immune taught me that sometimes symba'lism is tha' best way ta' show ya' opponent exactly what ya' mean. Ta' make a long story short, I'm about ta' use this train and this map ta' paint a picture ta' Hardcastle about our history. <<Points to map>> This train map is part of tha' Chicago Loop. Tha' Chicago Loop is just what it sounds like. Tha' paths of me and Hardcastle are like tha' Loop where we may both get on at different stops, but eventually we'll meet up. No matta' how many people get on tha' same path at tha' same time, me and Hardcastle will meet up. It's inevitable because it's destiny. This train route is open twentyfour hours a day, non-stop. That's how I live my life in this business...non-stop. Fa'Hardcastle ta' stay with me, he has ta' live this business non-stop. <<Looks at camera>> Eric, we're both on tha' same path right now, different entry points, but ended up crossin' paths as usual. Can we do it again? Can we carve our names inta' tha' VWA tree of history? We did it in tha' ACW; yours just happened ta' be deepa'. This time I'll carve my name deepa' and higha' than you will eva' dream of. Hardcastle, Bailey, one more time. Lay it all on tha' line like ya' did before Eric. Don't bitch up because of a couple of cracked ribs. Bring it Eric...Bring it so I can continue ta' fulfill my destiny and climb ta' that mountain top. Fa'get Brittney, fa'get Saint, fa'get Creed. My focus is on you and only you fa' this Sunday.
<3<3-The conductor announces the stop and pulls in to the station. As Brandon is getting off he says...<3<3
I'm gettin off at this stop Eric...I'll be waitin' for ya'. I won't have ta' wait long because our destinies bring us ta'getha. It's a game of fate Eric, and this time, fate is on my side.
<3<3-The screen fades to black as Brandon gets off the train and the doors close.<3<3
