Post by Bailey on Jul 14, 2005 19:25:05 GMT -5
<3<3-The screen fades into the Chicago home of Brittney Bailey. The walls are white and the carpet is a cream color. There are various pictures on the walls, end tables, and fireplace mantle of the Bailey family. You can see the generations of Chicago bred Irish Americans doing a multitude of activities. Family portraits, weddings, fishing, cookouts, graduation, prom, and family gatherings. In one picture on the wall you can see a younger, happier Brandon Bailey holding his younger sister Brittney on his shoulders. The camera moves to another picture of Brandon wrestling in what seems to be one of his first matches. As the camera continues to show the visual lineage of the Bailey family, Brandon walks in the room wearing a black "Assassin" tee shirt, black jogging pants with white stripes on the sides, and black shoes. He looks a little more relaxed than the last time we saw him and is actually smiling. Brandon grabs one of the pictures on the table and sits down on the nearest couch. He stares at it for a few moments and says...<3<3
Bailey: These were definately happia' times. I don't know if ya' noticed or not, but there isn't one picture of me ova' tha' age of seventeen. That was about tha' time my pops kicked me out tha' house and I broke my mom's heart. Like I told ya' before, at sixteen my life went one direction and my family went anotha'. I'm tha' only Bailey male ta' not become a firefighta' fa' tha' City of Chicago. Five generations of Bailey men fought fires, but I chose ta' wrestle. I chose ta' not follow in my family footsteps and my pops neva' forgave me. I rememba' when I was twelve and saw my first wrestlin' match on telelvision. I told my pops that I didn't want ta' be a fireman, I wanted to wrestle. He slapped tha' hell outta' me and told me ta' stop talkin' nonsense; we were neva' tha' same afta' that day. I miss him, but we're both so stuck in our ways that neither one will budge.
<3<3-Brandon continues to look at the picture of his father when all of a sudden Brittney Bailey sneaks up behind him, wraps her arms around his neck, and gives him a kiss on the cheek. Brandon just gives her a little smile and she let's go. Brittney stands up and you can see that she is wearing a white spaghetti strapped shirt, boot cut blue BCBGirls jeans, and no shoes. Her hair is down and wavy and goes past her shoulders. Brittney puts her hands on her defined hips and says...<3<3
Brittney: Brandon, are you being mopey again? I hate being around you like this! It's really no fun at all.
<3<3-Brandon puts the picture back down and says...<3<3
Bailey: Yeah, yeah, yeah...I'm OK. So why'd ya' call me here?
<3<3-Brittney scrunches up her face, looks at Brandon, and says in a deep voice...<3<3
Brittney: So serious! <<Laughing>> I wanted you to meet my date tonight. We've been going out for a while now and you're one of his favorite wrestlers. So I told him you're my brother, he saw our pictures, and I said I would introduce you.
Bailey: <<Sighing>> Fine, whateva'. So where is he?
Brittney: He's on his way, just relax while I go change.
<3<3-Brittney punches Brandon in the arm as hard as she can and runs up the stairs as Brandon trys to grab her. Shaking his head and chuckling, he sits back down on the couch and says...<3<3
Bailey: Gotta' love her. That's my heart. Ah well...She's growin' up and I can't stop it, but I will lay my boot in that little bastard's ass once I see him. If he comes back, then I got nothin' else ta' say. If he cries, like most do, then he's not for her. She may not like it, but tough! She'll thank me for it. <<Smirks then leans forward...>> Now it's time for business, Eddie Towne. Sin City Saint...so ya' finally decided ta' make anotha' appearance? Good, I was gettin' worried that I had ta' step in tha' ring again with anotha' disappointment who barks, but when tha' bigga' dog barks back, they tuck their tail and run. I'm glad ta' see that ya' have a spine. Ya' accepted my challenge and decided ta' man up in tha' face of adversity, so I'll give ya' a few points fa' that...Now ya' at zero. Ya' at tha' bottom rung of tha' ladda' and ya' have a long way ta' climb. Ya' have a long way ta' go before ya' reach me Eddie, rememba', I'm tha' measurin' stick of this miserable business and you'll neva' be able ta' climb high enough ta' reach me. You'll climb rung by damn rung, get to tha' top, and there I'll be, waitin' ta' boot ya' ass right back down to tha' bottom. It's a long fall to tha' bottom, and tha' floor is always ready ta' catch ya'. Tha' bottom is lonely and cold because nobody wants ta' be around a losa'. I've been there before and I made a pact with myself ta' neva' go there again. That's why I can't lose...No...I won't lose. I've got two very good reasons of why I will neva' allow you ta' knock me off tha' mountain top and hit tha' bottom...
<3<3-Brandon looks at his hands, almost studying them, and then shows them to the camera...<3<3
Bailey: Saint, look at these hands. These hands have had enough blood stained on them ova' tha' years ta' make me a certified serial killa'. That's why I'm called Tha' Assassin. It's not some name I came up with one night on a drinkin' binge, it's my persona in tha' ring. Cold, calculatin', and ruthless; like you said, I don't give any openin's in my attack. If by some miracle ya' beat me, I accept it and don't call foul. I don't blame anyone but myself, but I don't just leave it at that. I come back afta' ya' stronga', more precise, more ruthless. I'm a shoota', I'm real, the same way in every environment. No fluff, no shine, no bull s**t. When ya' step in tha' ring with me, what ya' see is what ya' get. Unlike poka' I don't bluff in any situation. It's because you like poka' so much Towne that I can't get a good vibe from ya'. I can't read ya' or anticipate what ya' might be truly thinking. I respect that, but I still don't like you. I don't like people who are two faced or hidin' behind a front. Poka' is fa' those people who can't be trusted. They may be able ta' get tha' job done, but at what cost? Are ya' too scared ta' go all in Saint? Are ya' lookin' at ya hand and thinkin' about what cards I might be playin'? Ya' think because ya' lookin' at four of a kind in ya' grubby hands that ya' have this match won, but ya' forgot about tha' straight flush. I'm gonn' straight flush ya' down tha' ladda', down tha' toilet, and outta' sight on Sunday. This is my boat Saint, not yours!!! Get off my boat Saint!!! What about me?! What about Bailey?! Top pot is only a few feet away, and nothin' is goin' ta' get in tha' way of my glory. It's a new day, a new challenge, and new notch on my belt. Just chalk it up now, ya' already saw tha' cards in my hand. Don't go all in Towne, fold, bow out gracefully, and accept tha' fact that you can neva' get ta' my level in any way shape or form.
<3<3-Brittney comes bouncing back down stairs and sees Brandon talking to the camera with aserious look on his face. She smiles, shakes her head, and says...<3<3
Brittney: Hey big head! Stop getting yourself all worked up and relax! He's almost here and I don't want you scaring him off like you do everyone else.
<3<3-Brandon turns to look at Brittney who now has a serious look on her face. He shrugs, turns back to the camera and says...<3<3
Bailey: Well, I guess that's my queue ta' take it down some. I'll just leave it at this...Saint, on Sunday I go all in on one hand. No series, no best of 7, no second chances. All in, one night, this Sunday at Slam. No frills, no gimmicks, no excuses. I'm takin' ya' ta' school and testin' everything on ya'. I'm goin' ta test ya' mind, body, and heart. Show me what ya' got Saint, prove me wrong...Prove me wrong.
<3<3-The screen fades out as Brandon gets up quickly, runs over, tosses Brittney over his shoulder, and starts tickling her sides as she kicks, screams, and laughs.<3<3
Bailey: These were definately happia' times. I don't know if ya' noticed or not, but there isn't one picture of me ova' tha' age of seventeen. That was about tha' time my pops kicked me out tha' house and I broke my mom's heart. Like I told ya' before, at sixteen my life went one direction and my family went anotha'. I'm tha' only Bailey male ta' not become a firefighta' fa' tha' City of Chicago. Five generations of Bailey men fought fires, but I chose ta' wrestle. I chose ta' not follow in my family footsteps and my pops neva' forgave me. I rememba' when I was twelve and saw my first wrestlin' match on telelvision. I told my pops that I didn't want ta' be a fireman, I wanted to wrestle. He slapped tha' hell outta' me and told me ta' stop talkin' nonsense; we were neva' tha' same afta' that day. I miss him, but we're both so stuck in our ways that neither one will budge.
<3<3-Brandon continues to look at the picture of his father when all of a sudden Brittney Bailey sneaks up behind him, wraps her arms around his neck, and gives him a kiss on the cheek. Brandon just gives her a little smile and she let's go. Brittney stands up and you can see that she is wearing a white spaghetti strapped shirt, boot cut blue BCBGirls jeans, and no shoes. Her hair is down and wavy and goes past her shoulders. Brittney puts her hands on her defined hips and says...<3<3
Brittney: Brandon, are you being mopey again? I hate being around you like this! It's really no fun at all.
<3<3-Brandon puts the picture back down and says...<3<3
Bailey: Yeah, yeah, yeah...I'm OK. So why'd ya' call me here?
<3<3-Brittney scrunches up her face, looks at Brandon, and says in a deep voice...<3<3
Brittney: So serious! <<Laughing>> I wanted you to meet my date tonight. We've been going out for a while now and you're one of his favorite wrestlers. So I told him you're my brother, he saw our pictures, and I said I would introduce you.
Bailey: <<Sighing>> Fine, whateva'. So where is he?
Brittney: He's on his way, just relax while I go change.
<3<3-Brittney punches Brandon in the arm as hard as she can and runs up the stairs as Brandon trys to grab her. Shaking his head and chuckling, he sits back down on the couch and says...<3<3
Bailey: Gotta' love her. That's my heart. Ah well...She's growin' up and I can't stop it, but I will lay my boot in that little bastard's ass once I see him. If he comes back, then I got nothin' else ta' say. If he cries, like most do, then he's not for her. She may not like it, but tough! She'll thank me for it. <<Smirks then leans forward...>> Now it's time for business, Eddie Towne. Sin City Saint...so ya' finally decided ta' make anotha' appearance? Good, I was gettin' worried that I had ta' step in tha' ring again with anotha' disappointment who barks, but when tha' bigga' dog barks back, they tuck their tail and run. I'm glad ta' see that ya' have a spine. Ya' accepted my challenge and decided ta' man up in tha' face of adversity, so I'll give ya' a few points fa' that...Now ya' at zero. Ya' at tha' bottom rung of tha' ladda' and ya' have a long way ta' climb. Ya' have a long way ta' go before ya' reach me Eddie, rememba', I'm tha' measurin' stick of this miserable business and you'll neva' be able ta' climb high enough ta' reach me. You'll climb rung by damn rung, get to tha' top, and there I'll be, waitin' ta' boot ya' ass right back down to tha' bottom. It's a long fall to tha' bottom, and tha' floor is always ready ta' catch ya'. Tha' bottom is lonely and cold because nobody wants ta' be around a losa'. I've been there before and I made a pact with myself ta' neva' go there again. That's why I can't lose...No...I won't lose. I've got two very good reasons of why I will neva' allow you ta' knock me off tha' mountain top and hit tha' bottom...
<3<3-Brandon looks at his hands, almost studying them, and then shows them to the camera...<3<3
Bailey: Saint, look at these hands. These hands have had enough blood stained on them ova' tha' years ta' make me a certified serial killa'. That's why I'm called Tha' Assassin. It's not some name I came up with one night on a drinkin' binge, it's my persona in tha' ring. Cold, calculatin', and ruthless; like you said, I don't give any openin's in my attack. If by some miracle ya' beat me, I accept it and don't call foul. I don't blame anyone but myself, but I don't just leave it at that. I come back afta' ya' stronga', more precise, more ruthless. I'm a shoota', I'm real, the same way in every environment. No fluff, no shine, no bull s**t. When ya' step in tha' ring with me, what ya' see is what ya' get. Unlike poka' I don't bluff in any situation. It's because you like poka' so much Towne that I can't get a good vibe from ya'. I can't read ya' or anticipate what ya' might be truly thinking. I respect that, but I still don't like you. I don't like people who are two faced or hidin' behind a front. Poka' is fa' those people who can't be trusted. They may be able ta' get tha' job done, but at what cost? Are ya' too scared ta' go all in Saint? Are ya' lookin' at ya hand and thinkin' about what cards I might be playin'? Ya' think because ya' lookin' at four of a kind in ya' grubby hands that ya' have this match won, but ya' forgot about tha' straight flush. I'm gonn' straight flush ya' down tha' ladda', down tha' toilet, and outta' sight on Sunday. This is my boat Saint, not yours!!! Get off my boat Saint!!! What about me?! What about Bailey?! Top pot is only a few feet away, and nothin' is goin' ta' get in tha' way of my glory. It's a new day, a new challenge, and new notch on my belt. Just chalk it up now, ya' already saw tha' cards in my hand. Don't go all in Towne, fold, bow out gracefully, and accept tha' fact that you can neva' get ta' my level in any way shape or form.
<3<3-Brittney comes bouncing back down stairs and sees Brandon talking to the camera with aserious look on his face. She smiles, shakes her head, and says...<3<3
Brittney: Hey big head! Stop getting yourself all worked up and relax! He's almost here and I don't want you scaring him off like you do everyone else.
<3<3-Brandon turns to look at Brittney who now has a serious look on her face. He shrugs, turns back to the camera and says...<3<3
Bailey: Well, I guess that's my queue ta' take it down some. I'll just leave it at this...Saint, on Sunday I go all in on one hand. No series, no best of 7, no second chances. All in, one night, this Sunday at Slam. No frills, no gimmicks, no excuses. I'm takin' ya' ta' school and testin' everything on ya'. I'm goin' ta test ya' mind, body, and heart. Show me what ya' got Saint, prove me wrong...Prove me wrong.
<3<3-The screen fades out as Brandon gets up quickly, runs over, tosses Brittney over his shoulder, and starts tickling her sides as she kicks, screams, and laughs.<3<3
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