Post by Bailey on Aug 25, 2005 11:11:24 GMT -5
<3<3-The screen fades in to the Las Vegas hotel suite of Brandon Bailey. The place is a mess because of Brandon's victory celebration as there are empty champagne bottles, cleared food trays, women's underwear, and baloons all over the place. A few hotties wearing tight black mini skirts stagger out from the bathroom giggling and still obviously feeling the effects of the previous night's extravaganza. The Sin City Saint stumbles out of that same bathroom pants halfway down, no shirt showing red scratch marks on his chest, and hair a mess. He gives a devilish grin to the camera and grabs a black tee shirt. Saint puts it on, finds his shoes, and jogs out of the hotel suite after the women who just left. Brandon walks out of the bedroom wearing a pair of blue shorts and the Valor Wrestling Alliance Heavyweight Championship around his waist. Still groggy from the hard night, Brandon slowly shuffles into the now empty bathroom, and immediately backs out because of the mess left by Saint and the two, ahem, ladies. He goes to the sink at the bar, rinses his mouth with some Scope, and spits. Brandon then grabs an empty glass on the counter and fills it with water. He wipes the sleep from his eyes, drinks the water, and shuffles to the nearest couch. After cleaning off a spot on the white sofa, Brandon plops down and just stares out the large window to his left. After a minute, he looks at the camera, looking directly at each person at home, and smiles. Brandon pats the golden trophy around his waist and says...<3<3
Destiny...Destiny has been fulfilled. In two months, I did what every man in Valor set out ta' do...I won tha' top prize. I now sit alone on top of tha' grandest stage in this business and hold destiny in my hands and around my waist. It looks good doesn't it? It's tha' perfect fit fa' tha' perfect champion. From tha' day I signed that contract, a voice told me that I would be tha' first ta' hold this belt. I would be tha' champion that all otha' Valor champions would be measured ta'. I would be the first Icon of tha' VWA...That voice was right. It was dead on tha' money. I remain tha' undefeated and unpinned champion of tha' VWA, and my legacy is only gonna' get bigga' and bigga'. By tha' time this belt is no longa' mine, my legacy will be as big as tha' mountain I climbed ta' reach it. Tha' mountain has already reached a level that will take a while for most ta' conquer. Right now, tha' base of my mountain is comprised of wins ova' names like Sin City Saint, Eric Hardcastle, Immune, and Saku. As tha' list of fallen opponents continues ta' grow, my mountain will continue ta' rise ta' new heights, and I will sit on tha' top and my cry shall be victory!
<3<3-Brandon looks at the VWA Title around his waist and smiles again. He looks back at the camera and continues...<3<3
Saku, very few people in this business get second chances. Very few people get tha' opportunity ta' jump right back where they started afta' they were just booted down tha' mountain. If it was up ta' me Saku, you would be back at tha' bottom of my mountain, makin' that long climb ya' neva' seem ta' finish. Unfortunately, it's not up ta' me, so I've been placed with tha' task of bootin' ya' back down where ya' belong. Do ya' actually think ya' deserve a title shot just seven short days afta' losin' ta' me? I don't think so. This was a hand out ta' a man that probably bitched and moaned his way ta' this point. That's right Saku, ya' didn't earn this privilege, and fa' that, ya' get no respect. That whole diatribe ya' did last week about how ya' got no chance and how ya' had ta' fight double hard ta' get recognition is pure hypocrisy now. It's all bulls**t and you know it. This rematch is a handout ta' stop ya' from complainin'. Ya' didn't earn this rematch, I don't think ya' deserve ta' step in tha' ring with me this week, and ya' won't walk out as champion. I earned every ounce of gold and leatha' on this belt. Every Sunday, I did exactly what I had ta' do ta' earn my place. It makes me sick ta' know that nowadays, all it takes is a little whinin' and complainin' ta' get a chance. That's tha' very reason I'm so miserable. That's why I could care less about tha' fans around tha' world. They cheer fa' fake champions. They cheer fa' people who have tha' talent, but not tha' drive ta' do it on their own. I thought I found someone who saw things tha' way I did in Saku, but I was obviously wrong.
<3<3-Brandon stands up and takes the belt from around his waist and lays it on the counter top. He grabs a stool and takes a seat, never taking his eyes off the belt. While still marveling at his title, Brandon continues...<3<3
Last week I told Saku ta' blame me fa' his long fall ta' tha' bottom. I actually gave him a reason ta' use me as an excuse for his shortcomin' at Sizzla', but neva' again. His failin's are his own fault, and no one elses. Saku blamed everyone but himself last week fa' tha' reasons he can't cut it as champion when tha' sole blame lies within himself. He thought that tha' four or five years he's spent in this business could hold a candle ta' my twenty years. He thought that tha' pints of blood he's lost could compare to tha' gallons that I've poured. Saku actually thought he could measure up ta' me...Me! Tha' Measurin' Stick of this miserable business! Maybe one day he will reach my level, but by that time I'll be retired and it won't matta' ta' me anymore. I'll be a miserable old man, watchin' wrestlin' at home, remeniscin' about tha' good ole days. Until that time comes, I will continue ta' teach young punks like Saku what it means ta' be a true champion. Not some boob fa' tha' idiot fans ta' cheer fa', but a champion that that has perfected his craft and doesn't make excuses. I am exactly what tha' VWA needed in a champion, and Sunday at Slam, I will prove it again ta' Saku and tha' masses that continue ta' doubt my mettle.
<3<3-There's a knock at the door. Brandon opens it and is handed an envelope from the bell boy. The bell boy stands there with his hand still out, expecting a tip, and Brandon gives him a quick look. The champ opens the letter, puts the empty envelope back in the bell boy's open hand and shuts the door. Brandon reads the letter, balls it up, and smirks. Shaking his head, he continues...<3<3
So now tha' all powa'ful ZMasta' is tha' special referee fa' Saku's rematch this Sunday. I don't know why, and I really don't care. Tha' result is still gonna' be tha' same...Me beatin' Saku again and addin' anotha' loss ta' his record. ZMasta' has no stake in this match. He has no claim ta' my title, so his interest in this match is null and void. He's a non factor, but if he gets in my way, he'll have a major problem on his hands. If ZMasta' tries ta' swing things in Saku's fava', there's gonna' be hell ta' pay. I didn't bust my ass fa' two months just ta' be shafted one week lata'. This belt is mine and no one is gonna' take it from me until it is destined ta' be that way.
<3<3-Brandon gabs the belt off the counter and hangs it over his left shoulder. He looks back at the camera and says...<3<3
I have been chosen ta' lead tha' VWA to tha' Promise Land. Just like Moses, I climbed tha' mountain, I battled tha' enemy, and ova'came all odds. Only God can take my glory away from me. Saku, Sunday is ya' second chance ta' be tha' golden calf of tha' VWA, th' false image of a champion. I'm comin from tha' top of tha' mountain with tha' new laws of tha' land, and I will not let your mediocrity ruin what was destined fa' me ta' lead! Sunday, I show tha' world one more time why I'm tha' champ and ya' not. I show tha' world one more time why ya' don't deserve a second chance. I show tha' world that I am exactly what this miserable business needs. Sunday, I will walk in as champ, and walk out still tha' champ. No one is gonna' change that! Not Saku or ZMaster...no one!
<3<3-The screen fades out as Brandon walks back to the bedroom with his title on his shoulder.<3<3
Destiny...Destiny has been fulfilled. In two months, I did what every man in Valor set out ta' do...I won tha' top prize. I now sit alone on top of tha' grandest stage in this business and hold destiny in my hands and around my waist. It looks good doesn't it? It's tha' perfect fit fa' tha' perfect champion. From tha' day I signed that contract, a voice told me that I would be tha' first ta' hold this belt. I would be tha' champion that all otha' Valor champions would be measured ta'. I would be the first Icon of tha' VWA...That voice was right. It was dead on tha' money. I remain tha' undefeated and unpinned champion of tha' VWA, and my legacy is only gonna' get bigga' and bigga'. By tha' time this belt is no longa' mine, my legacy will be as big as tha' mountain I climbed ta' reach it. Tha' mountain has already reached a level that will take a while for most ta' conquer. Right now, tha' base of my mountain is comprised of wins ova' names like Sin City Saint, Eric Hardcastle, Immune, and Saku. As tha' list of fallen opponents continues ta' grow, my mountain will continue ta' rise ta' new heights, and I will sit on tha' top and my cry shall be victory!
<3<3-Brandon looks at the VWA Title around his waist and smiles again. He looks back at the camera and continues...<3<3
Saku, very few people in this business get second chances. Very few people get tha' opportunity ta' jump right back where they started afta' they were just booted down tha' mountain. If it was up ta' me Saku, you would be back at tha' bottom of my mountain, makin' that long climb ya' neva' seem ta' finish. Unfortunately, it's not up ta' me, so I've been placed with tha' task of bootin' ya' back down where ya' belong. Do ya' actually think ya' deserve a title shot just seven short days afta' losin' ta' me? I don't think so. This was a hand out ta' a man that probably bitched and moaned his way ta' this point. That's right Saku, ya' didn't earn this privilege, and fa' that, ya' get no respect. That whole diatribe ya' did last week about how ya' got no chance and how ya' had ta' fight double hard ta' get recognition is pure hypocrisy now. It's all bulls**t and you know it. This rematch is a handout ta' stop ya' from complainin'. Ya' didn't earn this rematch, I don't think ya' deserve ta' step in tha' ring with me this week, and ya' won't walk out as champion. I earned every ounce of gold and leatha' on this belt. Every Sunday, I did exactly what I had ta' do ta' earn my place. It makes me sick ta' know that nowadays, all it takes is a little whinin' and complainin' ta' get a chance. That's tha' very reason I'm so miserable. That's why I could care less about tha' fans around tha' world. They cheer fa' fake champions. They cheer fa' people who have tha' talent, but not tha' drive ta' do it on their own. I thought I found someone who saw things tha' way I did in Saku, but I was obviously wrong.
<3<3-Brandon stands up and takes the belt from around his waist and lays it on the counter top. He grabs a stool and takes a seat, never taking his eyes off the belt. While still marveling at his title, Brandon continues...<3<3
Last week I told Saku ta' blame me fa' his long fall ta' tha' bottom. I actually gave him a reason ta' use me as an excuse for his shortcomin' at Sizzla', but neva' again. His failin's are his own fault, and no one elses. Saku blamed everyone but himself last week fa' tha' reasons he can't cut it as champion when tha' sole blame lies within himself. He thought that tha' four or five years he's spent in this business could hold a candle ta' my twenty years. He thought that tha' pints of blood he's lost could compare to tha' gallons that I've poured. Saku actually thought he could measure up ta' me...Me! Tha' Measurin' Stick of this miserable business! Maybe one day he will reach my level, but by that time I'll be retired and it won't matta' ta' me anymore. I'll be a miserable old man, watchin' wrestlin' at home, remeniscin' about tha' good ole days. Until that time comes, I will continue ta' teach young punks like Saku what it means ta' be a true champion. Not some boob fa' tha' idiot fans ta' cheer fa', but a champion that that has perfected his craft and doesn't make excuses. I am exactly what tha' VWA needed in a champion, and Sunday at Slam, I will prove it again ta' Saku and tha' masses that continue ta' doubt my mettle.
<3<3-There's a knock at the door. Brandon opens it and is handed an envelope from the bell boy. The bell boy stands there with his hand still out, expecting a tip, and Brandon gives him a quick look. The champ opens the letter, puts the empty envelope back in the bell boy's open hand and shuts the door. Brandon reads the letter, balls it up, and smirks. Shaking his head, he continues...<3<3
So now tha' all powa'ful ZMasta' is tha' special referee fa' Saku's rematch this Sunday. I don't know why, and I really don't care. Tha' result is still gonna' be tha' same...Me beatin' Saku again and addin' anotha' loss ta' his record. ZMasta' has no stake in this match. He has no claim ta' my title, so his interest in this match is null and void. He's a non factor, but if he gets in my way, he'll have a major problem on his hands. If ZMasta' tries ta' swing things in Saku's fava', there's gonna' be hell ta' pay. I didn't bust my ass fa' two months just ta' be shafted one week lata'. This belt is mine and no one is gonna' take it from me until it is destined ta' be that way.
<3<3-Brandon gabs the belt off the counter and hangs it over his left shoulder. He looks back at the camera and says...<3<3
I have been chosen ta' lead tha' VWA to tha' Promise Land. Just like Moses, I climbed tha' mountain, I battled tha' enemy, and ova'came all odds. Only God can take my glory away from me. Saku, Sunday is ya' second chance ta' be tha' golden calf of tha' VWA, th' false image of a champion. I'm comin from tha' top of tha' mountain with tha' new laws of tha' land, and I will not let your mediocrity ruin what was destined fa' me ta' lead! Sunday, I show tha' world one more time why I'm tha' champ and ya' not. I show tha' world one more time why ya' don't deserve a second chance. I show tha' world that I am exactly what this miserable business needs. Sunday, I will walk in as champ, and walk out still tha' champ. No one is gonna' change that! Not Saku or ZMaster...no one!
<3<3-The screen fades out as Brandon walks back to the bedroom with his title on his shoulder.<3<3
we gots to do dat again sometime. heh...heh
