Post by Bailey on Jul 26, 2005 17:19:35 GMT -5
<3<3-The screen fades into the Chicago training facility of Brandon Bailey. It's pretty much just an empty room with dingy white walls stained from the leaky roof. The floor is comprised of old, dusty, and splintered hardwood that has has been there since the building was first raised. In the middle of the room is a wrestling ring. The ring has a gray mat, blue side tarp, blue ropes, and gray turnbuckles. Dangling above the ring are four lights that provide the only light in the dump. In the ring, Brandon is taking it to some poor unlucky schmoe and really laying into him. Dressed in his gray sweat shorts, black tank top, and black wrestling shoes, "The Assassin" locks the schmoe's left arm up in a hammerlock and wrenches it in tight. He then german suplexes the schmoe on to his hammer locked arm. Before the he can even grab his arm in pain, Brandon locks on a fujiwara arm bar. As the schmoe is writhing in pain, Brandon's eyes catch the camera. While still holding the fujiwara armbar, he motions with his head for the camera to come closer. As the camera moves forward, Brandon gets up and pulls the schmoe up off the mat by the hair. He then snapmares him on to the mat again and locks in a viscious triangle hold. Brandon looks at the camera with an intense look and says...<3<3
Saint! Ya' see this?! Ya' see what tha' hell this poor basta'd is goin' through right now?! Because of you, he has ta' suffa'! Because of you, he has ta' be choked out! Because of you, he has ta' feel this pain shootin' through his body! Every nerve endin', every artery, every inch of his lungs gaspin' fa' air. Look at him! G**DAMMNIT LOOK AT HIM! <<Camera zooms in on schmoe's now dark red face>> This was supposed ta' be you Saint! This was supposed ta' be you this past Sunday, but it wasn't. Ya' ran away from what was comin' to ya' and showed ya' true colors. Ya' won't get by me again Towne! Ya' won't get tha' satisfaction of anotha' cheap shot on me again Towne! <<Looks at schmoe and yells...>> Shut tha' hell up! I know it's not ya' fault, but ya' have ta' stand in fa' Towne! I don't like doin' this to ya'...it wasn't supposed ta' be you, but there's just no otha' way. Don't blame me...blame Saint! It's his fault! It's his fault! He was supposed ta' be baptized by this pain! He was supposed ta' see tha' consequences of his mistake, but he didn't. He didn't get ta' see this retribution in it's full form; Towne only got ta' sample it. <<Locks choke hold in tighter>> STOP TAPPIN' MY DAMN LEG! I know it hurts! I know ya' can't breathe, but I need ya' ta' help me show Towne exactly what he has comin' to him! It's almost ova'...just rememba' not ta' blame me. Blame Saint...it's his fault!
<3<3-The schmoe's face turns almost purple and then he passes out. Brandon releases the triangle choke hold and stands up. He smacks the the guy hard on the face three times and wakes him up. The scmoe sits up and scurries out of the ring and out of the building. Brandon watches him and looks back at the camera with the same intese look...<3<3
Hardcastle felt it...he saw exactly what I meant about crossin' tha' line. I tried ta' do tha' honorable thing by givin' him anotha' fair warnin' on Sunday, but he disregarded it. That was two chances in one week...he still came ta' Slam and tried ta' violate my sista' with his filth and disgustin' taint! He then had tha' audacity ta' try and reason with me when there was nothin' ta' discuss. Because he chose not ta' heed my warnin', he ate a steel chair to tha' face. <<Closes eyes and shakes his head>> God that felt good ta' do! I don't even need tivo ta' replay that scene in my head ova' and ova' again. That chair shot was pure. It was like they say in golf and baseball...ya' don't even feel impact when ya' hit tha' sweet spot. <<Opens eyes>> Eric...I warned ya', and ya' still didn't listen. Ya' felt tha' consequences first hand. This is anotha' warnin' for ya'. Stay tha' hell away from Brittney, 'cause next time ya' get close, I can't be held responsible fa' what I do. It's not my fault if ya' get injured and can't perform again. Blame ya'self Eric, not me. Take my offa' ta' heart Eric...this is ya' last chance ta' back up.
<3<3-Brandon slowly wipes his face with both hands. He leans forward on the ropes and says...<3<3
Immune...Immune...Immune. Eva' since comin' to tha' ROI all I kept hearin' about was Immune. Tha' monsta', tha' beast, tha' man ta' beat in tha' ROI. BULLS**T! I'm tha' man ta' beat! I'm tha' one who is undefeated, untouched, unstoppable in this fed! I'm tha' measurin' stick of this miserable business, and I'm gonna' show Immune just what tha' hell I mean. Fa' two weeks I've done nothin' but win. Fa' two weeks Immune has done nothin' but lose. Week three is gonna' be no different. Why is he even bein' compared ta' me? Why is he even bein' placed in tha' same category as me? This is a new slate, so fa'get about what he's done in this fed and that fed. We're livin' in tha' now, and right now, Immune is old news. I said it before and I'll say it again...I'm tha' future of tha' ROI, not him! What about me?! What about Bailey?! Immune, I see you week in and week out try and use symba'lism ta' get ya' point across. I don't need buckets of chicken wings, or action figures. All I need is a camera 'cause I shoot straight from tha' hip. I'm shootin' right at you Immune. Talk ta' me...lemme' know what's on ya' mind! I want ta' hear what tha' beast of tha' ROI has ta' say ta' me. What do ya' have ta' say fa' ya'self?! Whateva' it is, I don't want ta' hear it. Why?! 'Cause ya' a losa'! You'll neva' be on my level no matta' how hard ya try! Tha' ROI is my mountain top, and I'm near tha' summit. Tha' sun is shinin' on my face, and tha' gold is waitin' fa' me. Not you...only me! My name is already on that belt...can't ya' see it?! Of course ya' can't! Only I can! That belt is only visible ta' those who are destined ta' hold it. Right now, I'm tha' only one.
<3<3-Brandon backs up into the middle of the ring and stretches his arms open.<3<3
This is my world Immune. It has been fa' almost twenty long years, and no one is gonna' take my world from me. Outside this area ya' might be Immune, but once ya' cross these ropes, I'm infectin' you with every ounce of pain I can dish out. I will make ya' ask God himself why you were booked against me. Tha' thing is, God won't answer ya'. He won't answer ya' because it's ya' destiny ta' lose ta' me. It's not my fault...it's already been etched in stone that I will climb to tha' top of this company with unbridled force. Ya' just anotha' steppin' stone ta' me Immune. Tha' soona' you accept it, tha' less ya' have ta' endure. Time ta' man up Immune. Show me tha' Beast of tha' ROI. Show me what tha' hype is all about 'cause right now...I'm not impressed.
<3<3-The screen fades to black as Brandon walks out of the ring and and out of the building.<3<3
Saint! Ya' see this?! Ya' see what tha' hell this poor basta'd is goin' through right now?! Because of you, he has ta' suffa'! Because of you, he has ta' be choked out! Because of you, he has ta' feel this pain shootin' through his body! Every nerve endin', every artery, every inch of his lungs gaspin' fa' air. Look at him! G**DAMMNIT LOOK AT HIM! <<Camera zooms in on schmoe's now dark red face>> This was supposed ta' be you Saint! This was supposed ta' be you this past Sunday, but it wasn't. Ya' ran away from what was comin' to ya' and showed ya' true colors. Ya' won't get by me again Towne! Ya' won't get tha' satisfaction of anotha' cheap shot on me again Towne! <<Looks at schmoe and yells...>> Shut tha' hell up! I know it's not ya' fault, but ya' have ta' stand in fa' Towne! I don't like doin' this to ya'...it wasn't supposed ta' be you, but there's just no otha' way. Don't blame me...blame Saint! It's his fault! It's his fault! He was supposed ta' be baptized by this pain! He was supposed ta' see tha' consequences of his mistake, but he didn't. He didn't get ta' see this retribution in it's full form; Towne only got ta' sample it. <<Locks choke hold in tighter>> STOP TAPPIN' MY DAMN LEG! I know it hurts! I know ya' can't breathe, but I need ya' ta' help me show Towne exactly what he has comin' to him! It's almost ova'...just rememba' not ta' blame me. Blame Saint...it's his fault!
<3<3-The schmoe's face turns almost purple and then he passes out. Brandon releases the triangle choke hold and stands up. He smacks the the guy hard on the face three times and wakes him up. The scmoe sits up and scurries out of the ring and out of the building. Brandon watches him and looks back at the camera with the same intese look...<3<3
Hardcastle felt it...he saw exactly what I meant about crossin' tha' line. I tried ta' do tha' honorable thing by givin' him anotha' fair warnin' on Sunday, but he disregarded it. That was two chances in one week...he still came ta' Slam and tried ta' violate my sista' with his filth and disgustin' taint! He then had tha' audacity ta' try and reason with me when there was nothin' ta' discuss. Because he chose not ta' heed my warnin', he ate a steel chair to tha' face. <<Closes eyes and shakes his head>> God that felt good ta' do! I don't even need tivo ta' replay that scene in my head ova' and ova' again. That chair shot was pure. It was like they say in golf and baseball...ya' don't even feel impact when ya' hit tha' sweet spot. <<Opens eyes>> Eric...I warned ya', and ya' still didn't listen. Ya' felt tha' consequences first hand. This is anotha' warnin' for ya'. Stay tha' hell away from Brittney, 'cause next time ya' get close, I can't be held responsible fa' what I do. It's not my fault if ya' get injured and can't perform again. Blame ya'self Eric, not me. Take my offa' ta' heart Eric...this is ya' last chance ta' back up.
<3<3-Brandon slowly wipes his face with both hands. He leans forward on the ropes and says...<3<3
Immune...Immune...Immune. Eva' since comin' to tha' ROI all I kept hearin' about was Immune. Tha' monsta', tha' beast, tha' man ta' beat in tha' ROI. BULLS**T! I'm tha' man ta' beat! I'm tha' one who is undefeated, untouched, unstoppable in this fed! I'm tha' measurin' stick of this miserable business, and I'm gonna' show Immune just what tha' hell I mean. Fa' two weeks I've done nothin' but win. Fa' two weeks Immune has done nothin' but lose. Week three is gonna' be no different. Why is he even bein' compared ta' me? Why is he even bein' placed in tha' same category as me? This is a new slate, so fa'get about what he's done in this fed and that fed. We're livin' in tha' now, and right now, Immune is old news. I said it before and I'll say it again...I'm tha' future of tha' ROI, not him! What about me?! What about Bailey?! Immune, I see you week in and week out try and use symba'lism ta' get ya' point across. I don't need buckets of chicken wings, or action figures. All I need is a camera 'cause I shoot straight from tha' hip. I'm shootin' right at you Immune. Talk ta' me...lemme' know what's on ya' mind! I want ta' hear what tha' beast of tha' ROI has ta' say ta' me. What do ya' have ta' say fa' ya'self?! Whateva' it is, I don't want ta' hear it. Why?! 'Cause ya' a losa'! You'll neva' be on my level no matta' how hard ya try! Tha' ROI is my mountain top, and I'm near tha' summit. Tha' sun is shinin' on my face, and tha' gold is waitin' fa' me. Not you...only me! My name is already on that belt...can't ya' see it?! Of course ya' can't! Only I can! That belt is only visible ta' those who are destined ta' hold it. Right now, I'm tha' only one.
<3<3-Brandon backs up into the middle of the ring and stretches his arms open.<3<3
This is my world Immune. It has been fa' almost twenty long years, and no one is gonna' take my world from me. Outside this area ya' might be Immune, but once ya' cross these ropes, I'm infectin' you with every ounce of pain I can dish out. I will make ya' ask God himself why you were booked against me. Tha' thing is, God won't answer ya'. He won't answer ya' because it's ya' destiny ta' lose ta' me. It's not my fault...it's already been etched in stone that I will climb to tha' top of this company with unbridled force. Ya' just anotha' steppin' stone ta' me Immune. Tha' soona' you accept it, tha' less ya' have ta' endure. Time ta' man up Immune. Show me tha' Beast of tha' ROI. Show me what tha' hype is all about 'cause right now...I'm not impressed.
<3<3-The screen fades to black as Brandon walks out of the ring and and out of the building.<3<3
