Post by Bailey on Jul 21, 2005 17:07:04 GMT -5
<3<3-The screen fades into the Chicago home of Brandon Bailey. You can tell it's mid evening in the City of Wind because the sun is beginning to make it's slow decent into the horizon. The explosion of color in shades of purple, orange, red, and yellow almost paint a picture through the windows of the 58th floor condo. The streets are busy as the various commuters travel from the north and southside of the city. The offices in the many skyscrapers, with their finger like radio antennas, start to light up as the average Janes and Joes continue to work late in the evening. The camera pans back around and you can see that the television, as usual, is tuned to the All Wrestling Channel and is showing the most recent comments from the Ring Of Integrity. PJ Money finishes up his shoot and "The Saint" Eddie Towne's TV spot starts up. Brandon comes running from the back wearing a white ROI tshirt, blue jean shorts, and no shoes. He jumps over the back of the couch like an olympic hurdler and lands in the seat. Brandon listens intently until Saint finishes up and then turns the volume down and leans back in the chair. He sits there for a few minutes and you can tell that inside he is steaming, stewing, boiling over with rage. Suddenly, the Assassin seems more relaxed, calm, and reserved. He motions for the camera man to get in position for his comments. Once the camera man is ready, Brandon looks directly into the camera then looks down at the floor and says...<3<3
Ya' son of a b***h! Ya' stupid son of a b***h! Ya' don't realize just how much ya' dug ya' own grave. Ya' don't realize that you've crossed tha' one line that will make ya' life a livin' hell. Nobody gave you permission ta' touch my sista' in any way, shape, or form. What made ya' think that you would get away with it? What made ya' think that I would allow ya' ta' desecrate tha' one pure thing in my life? Everything is corrupted around me except her. Ya' filthy, dirty, disugstin' hands touched her. <<Looks back up at camera>> Both of ya' touched her. Saint touched her, tried ta' hurt her, tried ta' take tha' one good thing in my life away. Hardcastle touched her...he had tha' audacity ta' lay his hands on her. Both of them are dead...Ya' both are dead fa' violatin' my sista' with ya' taint. When I think about it I get this...this...<<Scrunches face like he tastes something horrible>>...this, foul taste taste in my mouth that I can't get rid of. I can't get rid of it because I keep replayin' tha' incident in my mind ova' and ova' again like a tivo. Saint hit me in tha' back, knocked me out, and attempted ta' end tha' short career that she has. Then Hardcastle comes down and stops him, but then he touches my sis. All he had ta' do was stop tha' act, but he crossed tha' line. Nobody touches my sista' without my permission and I didn't give either of ya' permission! Did ya' ask me?! Did ya' think about what would happen?! What about me?! What about Bailey?! Violation...that's all it can be called. She was violated by two son's of b***hes!
<3<3-Brandon gets up and starts to rub his hands together. He then begins to punch his left palm with his right fist repeatedly. Pacing and punching, pacing and punching, pacing and punching. Meanwhile his face shows the rage still building up steadily inside. Suddenly he swings at the wall and punches straight through it. Brandon pulls his hand out of the hole and it is covered in drywall and paint dust. He looks back at the camera with a look of anger, then looks back down and away, and continues...<3<3
Sunday...I don't know what tha' hell I'm gonna' do. I don't know whether I'll get myself arrested fa' tryin' ta' kill two wrestla's on ROI's rosta'. I don't know if I'll lose control and accidentally hurt Fa' Sho'. I don't care though. I don't care about anything but revenge. I need tha' pure satisfaction of stompin' Saint and Hardcastle straight ta' hell. Every nerve endin' in my body is screamin' bloody murda'. My heart is beatin' eight hundred times a minute and each beat tells me ta' hurt someone. My thoughts are all ova' tha' place, but I can see exactly how I want ta' hurt both of them. Nothin' is makin' sense...I can't concentrate on anything else but revenge...GOD it's drivin' me crazy. <<Looks at camera with crazed look>> Ya' wanna' know tha' worst part about it?! I turn on tha' TV yesta'day and what do I hear? I hear my little sis' talkin' ta' Hardcastle! Eric F****N Hardcastle!!! How did he get her numba'?! Why tha' hell was she talkin' ta' him?! He's not at tha' top of tha' mountain! He's not tha' measurin' stick of this miserable business! I can't stand him...no...I hate Hardcastle! I hate him with a passion! If it wasn't fa' tha' promise I made Brittney, Hardcastle would drive me ta' drinkin' again! <<Punches another hole in the wall and looks back at camera.>> Ya' both crossed tha' line! Ya' both went too far and pissed me off! Saint, I can fa'give tha' late cheap shot...hell, I respect ya' more for it, but ya' crossed tha' line. Hardcastle, I don't like you. I don't like anything about you. Ya' saved Brit, but ya' still crossed tha' line! When I see ya'...it's ova'! No words, no chances, no fa'givin'!
<3<3-Brandon sits back down but is still boiling over. He lowers his head and puts both hands on top of it. Brandon starts to shake his head and mumble to himself quietly. He looks back up at tha' camera and says...<3<3
Fa' Sho...I don't hold back in anything I do. If I do it, I go all out. In tha' ring, I'll be no different than I normally am. Regardless of what circumstances surround my life right now, I'm still eyein' tha' prize. My destiny...my glory...my mountain top. Ya' tha' first steppin' stone ta' my greatness in tha' ROI. What's been done in otha' feds holds no merit anymore. It's just you and me in tha' ring this Sunday at Slam. Ya' know what that means right? If ya' don't, lemme' break it down for ya'. Tha' moment that bell sounds it means that ya' plan ta' get in tha' way of my triumph. It means that ya' don't want me ta' lead this fed ta' greata' heights. Why?! Why do ya' want ta' step in tha' ring with me?! Why do ya' want ta' get in my way?! Ya' can't stop me from reachin' my burnin' bush! Ya' can't stop destiny when tha' wheels are already in motion! Just like tha' sun risin' in tha' east everyday, I'll rise to tha' top of the ROI and be tha' first ta' carve my name in stone. Tha' thing is, I won't just carve it any old way. I'll carve it larga' and deepa' than anyone afta' me so no matta' how long this world lasts, the people will rememba' me as bein' tha' first, tha' best', and tha' last great champion of this miserable business.
<3<3-Brandon begins to calm down and regain his composure. He leans back in the chair and continues...<3<3
It's gonna' take everything I have ta' control myself on Sunday. Saint...Hardcastle...I've given ya' fair warnin'. If I see ya'...ya' dead. Plain and simple. Fa' Sho...I'm waitin' ta' see what ya' have ta' say. <<Holds up fists so that you can see them on the screen.>> I've got three more victims planned fa' these two weapons and I'm just dyin' ta' use them. Sunday I'll be patiently waitin'.
<3<3-The screen fades to black as Brandon continues to look directly into the camera.<3<3
OOC: I don't know about this one guys. I had a lot on my plate earlier this week, so it feels rushed. Let me know what you think.
Ya' son of a b***h! Ya' stupid son of a b***h! Ya' don't realize just how much ya' dug ya' own grave. Ya' don't realize that you've crossed tha' one line that will make ya' life a livin' hell. Nobody gave you permission ta' touch my sista' in any way, shape, or form. What made ya' think that you would get away with it? What made ya' think that I would allow ya' ta' desecrate tha' one pure thing in my life? Everything is corrupted around me except her. Ya' filthy, dirty, disugstin' hands touched her. <<Looks back up at camera>> Both of ya' touched her. Saint touched her, tried ta' hurt her, tried ta' take tha' one good thing in my life away. Hardcastle touched her...he had tha' audacity ta' lay his hands on her. Both of them are dead...Ya' both are dead fa' violatin' my sista' with ya' taint. When I think about it I get this...this...<<Scrunches face like he tastes something horrible>>...this, foul taste taste in my mouth that I can't get rid of. I can't get rid of it because I keep replayin' tha' incident in my mind ova' and ova' again like a tivo. Saint hit me in tha' back, knocked me out, and attempted ta' end tha' short career that she has. Then Hardcastle comes down and stops him, but then he touches my sis. All he had ta' do was stop tha' act, but he crossed tha' line. Nobody touches my sista' without my permission and I didn't give either of ya' permission! Did ya' ask me?! Did ya' think about what would happen?! What about me?! What about Bailey?! Violation...that's all it can be called. She was violated by two son's of b***hes!
<3<3-Brandon gets up and starts to rub his hands together. He then begins to punch his left palm with his right fist repeatedly. Pacing and punching, pacing and punching, pacing and punching. Meanwhile his face shows the rage still building up steadily inside. Suddenly he swings at the wall and punches straight through it. Brandon pulls his hand out of the hole and it is covered in drywall and paint dust. He looks back at the camera with a look of anger, then looks back down and away, and continues...<3<3
Sunday...I don't know what tha' hell I'm gonna' do. I don't know whether I'll get myself arrested fa' tryin' ta' kill two wrestla's on ROI's rosta'. I don't know if I'll lose control and accidentally hurt Fa' Sho'. I don't care though. I don't care about anything but revenge. I need tha' pure satisfaction of stompin' Saint and Hardcastle straight ta' hell. Every nerve endin' in my body is screamin' bloody murda'. My heart is beatin' eight hundred times a minute and each beat tells me ta' hurt someone. My thoughts are all ova' tha' place, but I can see exactly how I want ta' hurt both of them. Nothin' is makin' sense...I can't concentrate on anything else but revenge...GOD it's drivin' me crazy. <<Looks at camera with crazed look>> Ya' wanna' know tha' worst part about it?! I turn on tha' TV yesta'day and what do I hear? I hear my little sis' talkin' ta' Hardcastle! Eric F****N Hardcastle!!! How did he get her numba'?! Why tha' hell was she talkin' ta' him?! He's not at tha' top of tha' mountain! He's not tha' measurin' stick of this miserable business! I can't stand him...no...I hate Hardcastle! I hate him with a passion! If it wasn't fa' tha' promise I made Brittney, Hardcastle would drive me ta' drinkin' again! <<Punches another hole in the wall and looks back at camera.>> Ya' both crossed tha' line! Ya' both went too far and pissed me off! Saint, I can fa'give tha' late cheap shot...hell, I respect ya' more for it, but ya' crossed tha' line. Hardcastle, I don't like you. I don't like anything about you. Ya' saved Brit, but ya' still crossed tha' line! When I see ya'...it's ova'! No words, no chances, no fa'givin'!
<3<3-Brandon sits back down but is still boiling over. He lowers his head and puts both hands on top of it. Brandon starts to shake his head and mumble to himself quietly. He looks back up at tha' camera and says...<3<3
Fa' Sho...I don't hold back in anything I do. If I do it, I go all out. In tha' ring, I'll be no different than I normally am. Regardless of what circumstances surround my life right now, I'm still eyein' tha' prize. My destiny...my glory...my mountain top. Ya' tha' first steppin' stone ta' my greatness in tha' ROI. What's been done in otha' feds holds no merit anymore. It's just you and me in tha' ring this Sunday at Slam. Ya' know what that means right? If ya' don't, lemme' break it down for ya'. Tha' moment that bell sounds it means that ya' plan ta' get in tha' way of my triumph. It means that ya' don't want me ta' lead this fed ta' greata' heights. Why?! Why do ya' want ta' step in tha' ring with me?! Why do ya' want ta' get in my way?! Ya' can't stop me from reachin' my burnin' bush! Ya' can't stop destiny when tha' wheels are already in motion! Just like tha' sun risin' in tha' east everyday, I'll rise to tha' top of the ROI and be tha' first ta' carve my name in stone. Tha' thing is, I won't just carve it any old way. I'll carve it larga' and deepa' than anyone afta' me so no matta' how long this world lasts, the people will rememba' me as bein' tha' first, tha' best', and tha' last great champion of this miserable business.
<3<3-Brandon begins to calm down and regain his composure. He leans back in the chair and continues...<3<3
It's gonna' take everything I have ta' control myself on Sunday. Saint...Hardcastle...I've given ya' fair warnin'. If I see ya'...ya' dead. Plain and simple. Fa' Sho...I'm waitin' ta' see what ya' have ta' say. <<Holds up fists so that you can see them on the screen.>> I've got three more victims planned fa' these two weapons and I'm just dyin' ta' use them. Sunday I'll be patiently waitin'.
<3<3-The screen fades to black as Brandon continues to look directly into the camera.<3<3
OOC: I don't know about this one guys. I had a lot on my plate earlier this week, so it feels rushed. Let me know what you think.
