Post by Bailey on Aug 10, 2005 17:04:09 GMT -5
<3<3-The screen fades into the backstage area after Sunday Night Slam. The VWA roadies with their backstage passes are moving back and forth like oompa loompas breaking down the equipment used to produce the new greatest show on earth. President Steven Lynch can be seen speaking with arena officials signing the last bits of paperwork. Immune is standing at the buffet table, behind the visiting Ganador, trying to get some Mahi Mahi before the caterers clean up the table spread. Ganador sees Immune going for the final piece of fish and puts it on his own plate instead. Ganador walks off smiling, obviously smug with himself as Immune is left at the table with a look of disappointment on his face. The camera continues to make its way through the back towards the dressing room of Brandon Bailey. In the process, you can see Brittney Bailey walking out of Eric Hardcastle's dressing room with an armful of empty water bottles. As the camera continues to make it's way to the back, Brittney calls out...<3<3
Brittney: Hey!
<3<3-The camera turns around and Brittney Bailey is once again on the screen. Even though her hair is a little messy, she doesn't have on the outfit she was wearing earlier, and has washed off her makeup, the natural beauty still has the tendency to turn, and raise, heads. She walks up closer to the cameraman and asks...<3<3
Brittney: Are you going to Brandon's dressing room?
Cameraman: Yeah, he wanted to do some tv time right after the match. Why?
Brittney: I want to come with you...We haven't spoken tonight and I want to hear what he has to say.
Cameraman: Whatever.
<3<3-The cameraman turns around and after a few steps is at the locker room of The Assassin. Brittney knocks on the door a few times and then you hear that familiar voice...<3<3
Bailey: It's open...
<3<3-Brittney opens the door and walks in. The cameraman follows and you can see that the dressing room is a complete mess. The lockers have dents, there is used medical tape everywhere, and Brandon is sitting on the bench, still his in ring attire, with his head down clutched in his hands. He slowly lifts his head, wiping his face and looks immediately at Brittney. He snickers and says...<3<3
Bailey: Tha' hell do you want?!
Brittney: <<Taken aback by the question>> I came to see my brother. The hell you think I'm doing here big head?!
Bailey: So ya' finished tendin' to ya' boyfriend? Funny, I always thought our family motto was God, Family, Books, and Business...I don't rememba' boyfriends bein' a part of that.
Brittney: What's wrong with you? You've been acting crazier than normal for the last month towards a guy who's done nothing but help me. Why? I thought last week was the turning point between you guys. Hell, Hardcastle just spent the last few minutes giving nothing but accolades to you, but that probably still won't matter because you're such a miserable @$$hole!
<3<3-Brandon quickly stands up and grabs Brittney by the left arm. He yanks her towards him and brings his face down to hers looking at her with an almost hateful stare. Brittney is of course startled and lets out a yelp. Brandon, still with his face close to hers, and still gripping her left arm says...<3<3
Bailey: Tha' hell do you know?! Ya' got no clue what is goin' on my head right now! Ya' got no idea exactly how I feel! All you know is Hardcastle is like this and Brandon is like that. I still don't like him. I made that clear last week when I said I don't like him. I told the world that I can't stand his guts, but I respect him. I would ratha' spit in his face than shake his hands or be his G**damn partner on Sunday, but I would wrestle him any day of the week and twice on Sundays. Tha' only reason we're in this mess is because of you. So don't try and preach ta' me about how I'm actin'. I know exactly how I feel, why I feel this way, and if I'll continue ta' feel like this. Got it?!
Brittney: <<In a mousey voice.>> Yeah...I got it.
<3<3-Brandon lets her go and sits back down on the bench. Brittney backs up against the wall and rubs her left arm with her right hand. Brandon places his head back in his hands and says...<3<3
Bailey: Tha' hell do you know? I busted my ass day in and day out preparin' fa' that match we just had. I just knew that I was gonna' beat him...but I didn't. I didn't beat him. I don't consida' Hardcastle passin' out tha' propa' end result ta' forty-five minutes of mental and physical hell.
Brittney: Why not? He couldn't continue...he passed out. Why aren't you happy?
<3<3-Brandon lifts his head up and looks at Brittney like he doesn't even know her...<3<3
Bailey: Why not? Ya' don't even know me anymore Britt...<<Sighs>> It's not a complete victory. He couldn't go on...that wasn't my goal. My goal was ta' make Hardcastle tap out or fa' tha' love of God pin him. I did neither one. He passed out from tha' pain and exhaustion...That means that I was tha' stronga', but that still doesn't give me a clean victory ova' him. Our match wasn't a Last Man Standin' match...it was pinfall or submission. I did neither one. I give him all tha' respect in tha' world. Hardcastle is one tough sonofabitch. He knows what he wants and goes fa' it. That's why I left him alone about you Britt. That's why we're partners this upcomin' week. If it was anybody else in tha' VWA, it wouldn't work. I would take on Saint and Creed myself and I could handle them both. I've already handled Saint once, and doin' it again will be no problem. I've wrestled Creed dozens of times, so I know him in and out. I don't need Hardcastle's help at all...but I'm willin' ta' accept it because of what he's proven ta' me in my world...out there in that ring.
<3<3-Brandon stands up and grabs a towel out of the locker behind him. He sits back down and wipes his face and continues...<3<3
Bailey: So what's tha' next step on the mountain? What's tha' final rung on tha' ladda'? Saku...He's tha' next obstacle in my way ta' greatness. It's funny, I coulda' bet my mortgage on that. He's got talent...he's a past world champ...but he won't be tha' next world champ. That spot is reserved fa' me. That gold is destined ta' be around my waist with my name on it. Who said you could get in my way Saku?! Who said that ya' good enough ta' beat me?! What about me?! What about Bailey?! Past accomplishments, accolades, achievements mean nothin' in this business now if ya' can't step up to tha' plate when it matta's most. Let's look back at ya' VWA track record...Ya' beat Immune in a triple threat thanks ta' Hardcastle's golden heart. Ya' beat Ganador, a guy who's no longa' on tha' payroll and whose mind wasn't even on tha' match. Ya' beat Sin City Saint in a tough match, but so did I. I'm not impressed so far Saku. I know tha' talent is there, but ya' haven't proven anything. Ya' unda'feated in tha' VWA, but so am I...Tha' biggest difference? My opposition...Saint, Immune, Hardcastle. All tough as nails, all focused on knockin' me off my ascension to tha' top. In two weeks you'll all have one thing in common...A loss on ya' records thanks ta' me, but I'm not focused on you right now. Oh, I still have ya' on my mind, but just not at tha' forefront...
<3<3-Brittney clears her throat to get Brandon's attention and says timidly...<3<3
Brittney: Ummm...I'm gonna' get outta' here. I don't want to bother you anymore.
Brandon: Do what ya' want. It doesn't concern me anymore.
<3<3-As Brittney leaves, Brandon calls out...<3<3
Brandon: Hey!...Sorry 'bout earilia'...I didn't mean ta' scare ya' like that.
Brittney: <<With a slight smile.>> No problem...I probably deserved it.
<3<3-Brittney leaves, closes the door, and Brandon continues...<3<3
Brandon: This Sunday...It's all fa' her. This Sunday everything that I've gone through fa' tha' last four weeks is fa' her. She'll neva' know how she makes me feel, but Sunday she will. It's all fa' her...no...It's all about her. Sunday night I team up with my pola' opposite and take on Saint and Creed in a tag match no one saw comin'. Last week Lynch made tha' match. Whoda' thunk it? Me and Hardcastle in tha' same corna'...unbelievable. Now don't get me wrong. This isn't a permanent thing, just a necessary path that I have ta' take ta' complete my three step goal. <<Holding up right thumb.>> Step one: Ta' beat Hardcastle. <<Holds up right thumb and index finger.>> Step two: Permanently remove tha' one thorn in my side from tha' VWA. <<Holds up right thumb, index, and middle finger.>> Step three: Win tha' VWA World Title. <<Puts hand down.>> Sunday, two out of three steps will be complete. Saint...Creed...Sunday is right around tha' corna'...I hope ya' prepared fa' what's about ta' come ya' way...'cause payback's a bitch!
<3<3-The screen fades out as Brandon gets up and goes into the bathroom.<3<3
OOC: Brittney helped me with her parts in this rp. Yay Britt!
Brittney: Hey!
<3<3-The camera turns around and Brittney Bailey is once again on the screen. Even though her hair is a little messy, she doesn't have on the outfit she was wearing earlier, and has washed off her makeup, the natural beauty still has the tendency to turn, and raise, heads. She walks up closer to the cameraman and asks...<3<3
Brittney: Are you going to Brandon's dressing room?
Cameraman: Yeah, he wanted to do some tv time right after the match. Why?
Brittney: I want to come with you...We haven't spoken tonight and I want to hear what he has to say.
Cameraman: Whatever.
<3<3-The cameraman turns around and after a few steps is at the locker room of The Assassin. Brittney knocks on the door a few times and then you hear that familiar voice...<3<3
Bailey: It's open...
<3<3-Brittney opens the door and walks in. The cameraman follows and you can see that the dressing room is a complete mess. The lockers have dents, there is used medical tape everywhere, and Brandon is sitting on the bench, still his in ring attire, with his head down clutched in his hands. He slowly lifts his head, wiping his face and looks immediately at Brittney. He snickers and says...<3<3
Bailey: Tha' hell do you want?!
Brittney: <<Taken aback by the question>> I came to see my brother. The hell you think I'm doing here big head?!
Bailey: So ya' finished tendin' to ya' boyfriend? Funny, I always thought our family motto was God, Family, Books, and Business...I don't rememba' boyfriends bein' a part of that.
Brittney: What's wrong with you? You've been acting crazier than normal for the last month towards a guy who's done nothing but help me. Why? I thought last week was the turning point between you guys. Hell, Hardcastle just spent the last few minutes giving nothing but accolades to you, but that probably still won't matter because you're such a miserable @$$hole!
<3<3-Brandon quickly stands up and grabs Brittney by the left arm. He yanks her towards him and brings his face down to hers looking at her with an almost hateful stare. Brittney is of course startled and lets out a yelp. Brandon, still with his face close to hers, and still gripping her left arm says...<3<3
Bailey: Tha' hell do you know?! Ya' got no clue what is goin' on my head right now! Ya' got no idea exactly how I feel! All you know is Hardcastle is like this and Brandon is like that. I still don't like him. I made that clear last week when I said I don't like him. I told the world that I can't stand his guts, but I respect him. I would ratha' spit in his face than shake his hands or be his G**damn partner on Sunday, but I would wrestle him any day of the week and twice on Sundays. Tha' only reason we're in this mess is because of you. So don't try and preach ta' me about how I'm actin'. I know exactly how I feel, why I feel this way, and if I'll continue ta' feel like this. Got it?!
Brittney: <<In a mousey voice.>> Yeah...I got it.
<3<3-Brandon lets her go and sits back down on the bench. Brittney backs up against the wall and rubs her left arm with her right hand. Brandon places his head back in his hands and says...<3<3
Bailey: Tha' hell do you know? I busted my ass day in and day out preparin' fa' that match we just had. I just knew that I was gonna' beat him...but I didn't. I didn't beat him. I don't consida' Hardcastle passin' out tha' propa' end result ta' forty-five minutes of mental and physical hell.
Brittney: Why not? He couldn't continue...he passed out. Why aren't you happy?
<3<3-Brandon lifts his head up and looks at Brittney like he doesn't even know her...<3<3
Bailey: Why not? Ya' don't even know me anymore Britt...<<Sighs>> It's not a complete victory. He couldn't go on...that wasn't my goal. My goal was ta' make Hardcastle tap out or fa' tha' love of God pin him. I did neither one. He passed out from tha' pain and exhaustion...That means that I was tha' stronga', but that still doesn't give me a clean victory ova' him. Our match wasn't a Last Man Standin' match...it was pinfall or submission. I did neither one. I give him all tha' respect in tha' world. Hardcastle is one tough sonofabitch. He knows what he wants and goes fa' it. That's why I left him alone about you Britt. That's why we're partners this upcomin' week. If it was anybody else in tha' VWA, it wouldn't work. I would take on Saint and Creed myself and I could handle them both. I've already handled Saint once, and doin' it again will be no problem. I've wrestled Creed dozens of times, so I know him in and out. I don't need Hardcastle's help at all...but I'm willin' ta' accept it because of what he's proven ta' me in my world...out there in that ring.
<3<3-Brandon stands up and grabs a towel out of the locker behind him. He sits back down and wipes his face and continues...<3<3
Bailey: So what's tha' next step on the mountain? What's tha' final rung on tha' ladda'? Saku...He's tha' next obstacle in my way ta' greatness. It's funny, I coulda' bet my mortgage on that. He's got talent...he's a past world champ...but he won't be tha' next world champ. That spot is reserved fa' me. That gold is destined ta' be around my waist with my name on it. Who said you could get in my way Saku?! Who said that ya' good enough ta' beat me?! What about me?! What about Bailey?! Past accomplishments, accolades, achievements mean nothin' in this business now if ya' can't step up to tha' plate when it matta's most. Let's look back at ya' VWA track record...Ya' beat Immune in a triple threat thanks ta' Hardcastle's golden heart. Ya' beat Ganador, a guy who's no longa' on tha' payroll and whose mind wasn't even on tha' match. Ya' beat Sin City Saint in a tough match, but so did I. I'm not impressed so far Saku. I know tha' talent is there, but ya' haven't proven anything. Ya' unda'feated in tha' VWA, but so am I...Tha' biggest difference? My opposition...Saint, Immune, Hardcastle. All tough as nails, all focused on knockin' me off my ascension to tha' top. In two weeks you'll all have one thing in common...A loss on ya' records thanks ta' me, but I'm not focused on you right now. Oh, I still have ya' on my mind, but just not at tha' forefront...
<3<3-Brittney clears her throat to get Brandon's attention and says timidly...<3<3
Brittney: Ummm...I'm gonna' get outta' here. I don't want to bother you anymore.
Brandon: Do what ya' want. It doesn't concern me anymore.
<3<3-As Brittney leaves, Brandon calls out...<3<3
Brandon: Hey!...Sorry 'bout earilia'...I didn't mean ta' scare ya' like that.
Brittney: <<With a slight smile.>> No problem...I probably deserved it.
<3<3-Brittney leaves, closes the door, and Brandon continues...<3<3
Brandon: This Sunday...It's all fa' her. This Sunday everything that I've gone through fa' tha' last four weeks is fa' her. She'll neva' know how she makes me feel, but Sunday she will. It's all fa' her...no...It's all about her. Sunday night I team up with my pola' opposite and take on Saint and Creed in a tag match no one saw comin'. Last week Lynch made tha' match. Whoda' thunk it? Me and Hardcastle in tha' same corna'...unbelievable. Now don't get me wrong. This isn't a permanent thing, just a necessary path that I have ta' take ta' complete my three step goal. <<Holding up right thumb.>> Step one: Ta' beat Hardcastle. <<Holds up right thumb and index finger.>> Step two: Permanently remove tha' one thorn in my side from tha' VWA. <<Holds up right thumb, index, and middle finger.>> Step three: Win tha' VWA World Title. <<Puts hand down.>> Sunday, two out of three steps will be complete. Saint...Creed...Sunday is right around tha' corna'...I hope ya' prepared fa' what's about ta' come ya' way...'cause payback's a bitch!
<3<3-The screen fades out as Brandon gets up and goes into the bathroom.<3<3
OOC: Brittney helped me with her parts in this rp. Yay Britt!
