No Time Fa' Fun and Games...[Bailey RP]

[Bailey]

<3<3-The screen fades in to the Chicago home of Brandon Bailey. There are a few suitcases lying by the door, the shades are drawn, the television is off, and he only light comes from a room in the back and the sun peeking through the sides of the curtains. In the background, there is the familiar voice of a man that is preparing to leave. Brandon hurridly moves from the back with his cellphone in hand, talking to someone about something. He relays a few instructions to the person on the other line, and writes down a few things on a piece of paper on the nearest table. Brandon ends the call, folds the paper up and stops to look at the camera. He greets us with a blank stare, and then says...<3<3

Don't have much time, so I'm gonna' make this quick. Last week was almost a disasta' thanks ta' Mike Stryka'. He almost cost me my title 'cause he wants ta' be tha' good guy and play tha' straight arrow role. I was almost embarrassed by a half-pint wrestla' who's not even on my level. Can ya' imagine that? Me, tha' Measurin' Stick, beaten by Quickenbosh all 'cause of Mike. Tha' very foundation Valor would have been shaken, and this company wouldn't have lasted past Halloween Horrors. Like it or not, this company needs me, tha' ungrateful fans need me, and this miserable business needs me. Every week there's somebody tryin' ta' prove me wrong, but every week they fail. Now I can't even trust my own so called friends.

<3<3-Bradnon just stands there for a moment and puts his head down. He puts his hands in his pockets and then looks back at the camera with a frown...<3<3

Why Mike? Why'd ya' do it? Why'd ya' try ta' get in my way? I had a plan, but ya' just couldn't let me do it my way. Are ya' jealous? Are ya' envious that I have tha' top prize and you don't anymore? Are ya' spiteful that when we went our separate ways, I accomplished immortality, but you acomplished nothin'? I now see why ya' always wanted me on ya' team Mike. I now see exactly why I was neva' able ta' achieve tha' top tier while you continued ta' headline main event afta' main event. While I was relegated ta' midcard status, you were goin' fa' world titles. It took a long time fa' me ta' figua' it out, but afta' last week...I got it. Ya' scared of me Mike. Ya' always were. Ya' befriended me because ya' couldn't beat me. Ya' knew that if given tha' chance, would beat ya' in any match. Ya' neva' wanted me ta' get ta' tha' same level on tha' mountain 'cause you were afraid that you'd have ta' shine my boots. Ya' didn't want that, and ya' succeeded fa' such a long time. Fa' ten years I was chasin' afta' ya'. Fa' ten years I ws in ya' shadow Mike, and I didn't say a word. Now that ya' in my shadow fa' tha' first time, ya' can't handle it. Ya' couldn't deal with it, and ya' tried ta' conspire against me. I told ya' last week that when ya' on top of tha' mountain, everything is so much cleara'.

<3<3-Brandon looks towards his bags and then at his watch. He looks back at the camera with that same frown and continues...<3<3

Since tha' company couldn't take tha' belt from with a Judas, they now try ta' throw me in an unknown environment. Who's my mystery opponent? Everyone wants ta' know. Most people speculate it's Hardcastle...f***in' morons. He's dead, and you'll see that on Sunday. Some specualte that it's Mike Stryka' himself. I hope so, 'cause we need ta' talk big time. What people don't seem ta' realize is tha' fact that no matta' who ya' put in front of me, I'm comin' out tha' champ. Even if it was Eric Hardcastle, I'ld just beat his ass again, and then give him a real dirt nap. I don't have time fa' fun and games, but I'll play along, if just ta' prove my point that I can't be beat. Mystery Opponent or not, all will fall at tha' feet of tha' King of Valor. Whether they want ta' or not is besides tha' point. They have no choice, and if anyone defies me, they end up kissin' my boots with a few missin' teeth.

<3<3-Brandon looks at his watch again and heads towards the door. While grabbing his luggage he continues...<3<3

I've been asked ta' say a few words at Hardcastle's memorial. I don't know why, but it probably has somethin' ta' do with Brittney. She knew that Hardcastle and I respected eachother, but I hated his guts. I still do, and I don't really miss him, but I'll do it fa' Brittney. I've got somethin' special planned, and I'm fundin' tha' whole service out of my pocket. In tha' words of Donald Trump..."It's gonna' be Huuuuge!"

<3<3-Brandon smirks, grabs his last bag, and walks out the door. The paper on the table is still there and the camera zooms in on the writing. It's the list of arrangements for Hardcastle's memorial service.<3<3

[Bailey]

Def. not my fave rp, but it gets the point across.

[Valor CEO]

ok bailey I have to admit a couple of things. first off the rp seemed not up to the bailey standards, but at the same time it was really good. I like how you mentioned how styker almost cost you your title and why you felt he stuck his nose in the match and such. I like how you were talking about following in his footsteps for many years and now the tables have turned. I like how you talked about being in an unknown environment and trying to guess who your opponent was. and most importantly I liked how you talked about the ritual this sunday, that was a true ending. great job man. and good luck against your opponent.

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