Post by Bailey on Jul 30, 2005 3:27:55 GMT -5
<3<3-The screen fades in to the Chicago home of Brandon Bailey. The sky is overcast with dark storm clouds. Lightning flashes and thunder rolls on a consistent basis giving the feeling that God is going to open up the sky and step on the Second City as if the Rapture is going to start today. As rain and hail fall mercilessly on the windows, cars, and people below, the inside of the 58th floor condo is calm and quiet. The only sound and light is coming from the television tuned to the All Wrestling Channel. The last few comments from Immune are playing and Brandon is sitting in the chair slouched. He's wearing a dark blue Chicago Bears tshirt, blue shorts, and no shoes. Once Immune finishes, Brandon pauses the TiVo and begins to laugh to himself a little. He shakes his head, looks at the camera, and says...<3<3
Hypocrites...can't stand 'em. Neva' could, neva' will. No matta' how hard I try, I can't seem to escape 'em.
<3<3-Brandon rewinds the Immune shoot and continues...<3<3
In tha' ring, outta' tha' ring...I have ta' deal with tha' same bulls***t on a regula' basis.
<3<3-Brandon plays the shoot interview one more time all the way through. Once it is over, he shakes his head again and lets out a sigh of digust. Brandon turns off the television, and looks at the camera with a smirk...<3<3
Immune, ya' really are a characta' ta' behold. Ya' confused beyond all recognition...Hell, ya' don't even know what ya' want ta' do with ya'self. Ya' can't even figure out how ya' want ta' come at me. I stated that ya' seem ta' constantly need some type of symba'lism ta' get ya' point across or else ya' have nothin' ta' say. What do ya' do? Ya' come on national television in front of a house show audience and throw an action figua' inta' tha' stands and say ya' don't need symba'lism. I respond, and then what do ya' do? Ya' come back with more of tha' symba'lism that ya' just just denounced.<<Scrunches face and shrugs shoulders>> Ya' addiction to a cigarette is like my addiction to tha' spotlight and tha' only way ta' end it is by doing somethin' fatal? What tha' hell is that supposed ta' mean?! Then ya' come back with tha' whole wishin' well comparison out of tha' blue. Are ya' tryin' ta' read me? Are ya' clairvoyant? Are ya' tryin' ta' shed tha' whole Beast of tha' ROI image? If so, ya' doin' a poor job. Ya' have no substinance, and that's all I need ta' take ya' apart piece by piece. I've already gotten ya' figured out Immune, and right now this is just tha' calm before tha' storm. I don't need ta' watch any tapes or study ya'. Why? 'Cause ya' simple...no depth. It almost feels like I'm gonna' be wrestlin' a rookie in tha' ring who is scared s**tless. I was hopin' for a challenge, a classic, another career definin' match...It looks like I'll be disappointed again.
<3<3-Brandon gets up and walks over to the window. Looking out at the storm brewing outside, he places his arms behind his back and continues...<3<3
Ya' try ta' fool tha' public inta' thinkin' that ya' smart, that ya' have depth. Ya' try ta' use all these words and visual aides ta' talk, but in tha' end ya' end up sounding like a fool. Since ya' like using examples, here's an example that we can all relate ta'...ya' sound like Eugene...Afta' all tha' words and traveling' from spot ta' spot in ya' inta'views, ya' just end up soundin' like an idiot who's happy ta' be in front of tha' camera. Stick ta' one topic and go with it. Unfortunately ya' can't. Ya' know why? Because ya' an animal...ya' a beast. Tha' only problem is...ya' can't accept it. Stop tryin' ta' be somethin' ya' not and come at me correctly. Until ya' do, you'll neva' escape from mediocrity. <<Pauses and smiles>> Come ta' think of it, ya' whole stint here in tha' ROI has been mediocre. Two matches show me that ya' a mediocre wrestla'. That might change in tha' future...as of right now, ya' still mediocre. Who cares if ya' have nothin' ta' lose, all that means is that ya' a losa'. No matta' what tha' situation is, I would ratha' be in tha' position ta' lose somethin' because that means that I've accomplished somethin'. As of right now, ya' no betta' than tha' guys who set up tha' ring every night. Did ya' think that tha' old cliche of bein' more dangerous because ya' have nothin' ta' lose would mean anything ta' me? If ya' did, ya' dumba' than ya' look.
<3<3-Brandon walks away from the window and stands in the middle of the room. He raisies his hands chest high with his palms open and facing the ceiling. He then continues...<3<3
Immune, I neva' asked God for this destiny...he gave it ta' me. I don't pray ta' God because I'm too ashamed of my sins ta' feel comfortable askin' him fa' anything. It's like I said before...God showed this destiny ta' me and all I can do is accept it. I could care less about tha' fame, tha' fans, or tha' spotlight. All I care about is tha' title, and bein' tha' first ta' lay claim ta' bein' numba' one in this miserable business. This isn't some fantasy, or some game...this is my life. I live it twenty-four seven and I don't change myself for anyone. Sunday is right around tha' corna', and I don't think ya' really ready fa' me. I don't believe that ya' have what it takes ta' stop ya' slow painful slide down tha' ladda' of mediocrity. Immune...I'm still not impressed with ya' and ya' haven't done anything ta' change my opinion. Ya' still have a long way ta' go ta' reach my level in this game. As long as I'm here in tha' ROI, you will neva' get ta' my status. Sunday is right around tha' corna', and right now, ya' still not ready fa' what's comin' ya' way. I'll give ya' one more chance ta' see things my way. If ya' don't accept destiny and step aside, I'll move ya' myself.
<3<3-Brandon slaps his chest with his right hand and then his left hand. He punches his right fist into his left palm and says...<3<3
Two days away...two days until I bury tha' ROI's posta' boy. While he's tryin' ta' find himself, I'll be one step closa' to tha' title. It's as simple as that Immune. Simple is boring, but it gets results. Step up to tha' challenge fa' once and prove me wrong...prove me wrong.
<3<3-The screen fades out as Brandon turns back around, looks out the window, and stares off into the stormy horizon.<3<3
Hypocrites...can't stand 'em. Neva' could, neva' will. No matta' how hard I try, I can't seem to escape 'em.
<3<3-Brandon rewinds the Immune shoot and continues...<3<3
In tha' ring, outta' tha' ring...I have ta' deal with tha' same bulls***t on a regula' basis.
<3<3-Brandon plays the shoot interview one more time all the way through. Once it is over, he shakes his head again and lets out a sigh of digust. Brandon turns off the television, and looks at the camera with a smirk...<3<3
Immune, ya' really are a characta' ta' behold. Ya' confused beyond all recognition...Hell, ya' don't even know what ya' want ta' do with ya'self. Ya' can't even figure out how ya' want ta' come at me. I stated that ya' seem ta' constantly need some type of symba'lism ta' get ya' point across or else ya' have nothin' ta' say. What do ya' do? Ya' come on national television in front of a house show audience and throw an action figua' inta' tha' stands and say ya' don't need symba'lism. I respond, and then what do ya' do? Ya' come back with more of tha' symba'lism that ya' just just denounced.<<Scrunches face and shrugs shoulders>> Ya' addiction to a cigarette is like my addiction to tha' spotlight and tha' only way ta' end it is by doing somethin' fatal? What tha' hell is that supposed ta' mean?! Then ya' come back with tha' whole wishin' well comparison out of tha' blue. Are ya' tryin' ta' read me? Are ya' clairvoyant? Are ya' tryin' ta' shed tha' whole Beast of tha' ROI image? If so, ya' doin' a poor job. Ya' have no substinance, and that's all I need ta' take ya' apart piece by piece. I've already gotten ya' figured out Immune, and right now this is just tha' calm before tha' storm. I don't need ta' watch any tapes or study ya'. Why? 'Cause ya' simple...no depth. It almost feels like I'm gonna' be wrestlin' a rookie in tha' ring who is scared s**tless. I was hopin' for a challenge, a classic, another career definin' match...It looks like I'll be disappointed again.
<3<3-Brandon gets up and walks over to the window. Looking out at the storm brewing outside, he places his arms behind his back and continues...<3<3
Ya' try ta' fool tha' public inta' thinkin' that ya' smart, that ya' have depth. Ya' try ta' use all these words and visual aides ta' talk, but in tha' end ya' end up sounding like a fool. Since ya' like using examples, here's an example that we can all relate ta'...ya' sound like Eugene...Afta' all tha' words and traveling' from spot ta' spot in ya' inta'views, ya' just end up soundin' like an idiot who's happy ta' be in front of tha' camera. Stick ta' one topic and go with it. Unfortunately ya' can't. Ya' know why? Because ya' an animal...ya' a beast. Tha' only problem is...ya' can't accept it. Stop tryin' ta' be somethin' ya' not and come at me correctly. Until ya' do, you'll neva' escape from mediocrity. <<Pauses and smiles>> Come ta' think of it, ya' whole stint here in tha' ROI has been mediocre. Two matches show me that ya' a mediocre wrestla'. That might change in tha' future...as of right now, ya' still mediocre. Who cares if ya' have nothin' ta' lose, all that means is that ya' a losa'. No matta' what tha' situation is, I would ratha' be in tha' position ta' lose somethin' because that means that I've accomplished somethin'. As of right now, ya' no betta' than tha' guys who set up tha' ring every night. Did ya' think that tha' old cliche of bein' more dangerous because ya' have nothin' ta' lose would mean anything ta' me? If ya' did, ya' dumba' than ya' look.
<3<3-Brandon walks away from the window and stands in the middle of the room. He raisies his hands chest high with his palms open and facing the ceiling. He then continues...<3<3
Immune, I neva' asked God for this destiny...he gave it ta' me. I don't pray ta' God because I'm too ashamed of my sins ta' feel comfortable askin' him fa' anything. It's like I said before...God showed this destiny ta' me and all I can do is accept it. I could care less about tha' fame, tha' fans, or tha' spotlight. All I care about is tha' title, and bein' tha' first ta' lay claim ta' bein' numba' one in this miserable business. This isn't some fantasy, or some game...this is my life. I live it twenty-four seven and I don't change myself for anyone. Sunday is right around tha' corna', and I don't think ya' really ready fa' me. I don't believe that ya' have what it takes ta' stop ya' slow painful slide down tha' ladda' of mediocrity. Immune...I'm still not impressed with ya' and ya' haven't done anything ta' change my opinion. Ya' still have a long way ta' go ta' reach my level in this game. As long as I'm here in tha' ROI, you will neva' get ta' my status. Sunday is right around tha' corna', and right now, ya' still not ready fa' what's comin' ya' way. I'll give ya' one more chance ta' see things my way. If ya' don't accept destiny and step aside, I'll move ya' myself.
<3<3-Brandon slaps his chest with his right hand and then his left hand. He punches his right fist into his left palm and says...<3<3
Two days away...two days until I bury tha' ROI's posta' boy. While he's tryin' ta' find himself, I'll be one step closa' to tha' title. It's as simple as that Immune. Simple is boring, but it gets results. Step up to tha' challenge fa' once and prove me wrong...prove me wrong.
<3<3-The screen fades out as Brandon turns back around, looks out the window, and stares off into the stormy horizon.<3<3
