Post by warrenpeace on May 3, 2013 0:43:21 GMT -4
have you ever regretted the past? I'm sure you all have. Everyone has something that they are ashamed of. For me the list is endless. Yet, at the very top of the list in bold print is my first year in professional wrestling.
Warren and his former tag team partner are sitting in a room. Warren is pointing to some charts and graphs set up on a large notepad.
Jay Gatsby: This is going to be truly great. My father will be so pissed.
Warren: Your father, just like my father don't understand this business anymore. They are old timers and our actions will be misunderstood by everyone. But if they knew the true levels of preparation. Than in my opinion your father would be quite proud. Disappointed, in your choice of ally, but very proud of your motivation.
Jay Gatsby: That's the thing man. all my life all I ever wanted was to make him proud. I wanted him to see me in the wrestling ring, just like him. You know, he would maybe even manage me and root for me.
Warren: And what did he say to you when you asked him to train?
Jay Gatsby: You know what he said.
Warren: Of course I know what he said, but if you can't repeat it, and speak it aloud than how can I trust you with these plans? How can I trust that you are fully one hundred percent dedicated to the revolution? Jay you must speak it as many times as you kind to remind yourself why you are here.
Jay Gatsby: My father said that I wasn't ready. That the wrestling business would eat me alive, but when the day came that I was prepared to compete in the squared circle that he would gladly help me.
Warren: And did he give a date?
Jay Gatsby: No.
Warren: Did he give any further advice at all?
Jay Gatsby: No. He just expected me to take it for what it was and move on. Move on to what? college? Please.
Warren: He was testing you.
Jay looks at Warren confused, possibly second guessing these plans to invade APW
Warren: You see he scolded you because these old time wrestlers think that the only way to earn your spot is to be scolded, harassed, ribbed. I am not kidding you when I tell you that they have shit on other belongings to degrade each other. In Chris Brock's eye's you're still just a kid. To become a man in your fathers eyes you had to go ahead and find a way to train anyway.
Which you did. Albeit, part of my secret plan to invade this APW, he has no idea that you have taken the initiative and first steps into manhood, first steps in the ring, and because of that he has no respect for you. That is a lesson that you must learn that these barbarians who call themselves professionals are a bunch of rotten scoundrels sucking the wells dry and stealing from the audience. They are stuck in the circus act and working the crowd for every dime that they can take.
We will change that. You see Jay, that because we are second generation wrestlers we will be attacked, and abused and they will do everything in their power to chase us away from the ring, because it is in our blood to compete. We are decedents from greatness and although our fathers don't see how great our abilities are, they will see them soon enough. Then you will have your father Chris Brocks respect.
But in the meantime the mission is clear. There are a million things wrong with this business, it is poisoned and has been forever. even though you have chosen to claim your birth right in the ring, to continue in you fathers line of work, I am telling you that it is shifty.
The greatness of a man isn't determined by his blood line. It is determined by his actions, and imagine this now with me. The sons of former world champions out to kill the business that made their families famous.
Jay Gatsby: That's the part that I don't understand. Why would we want to kill the sport we are choosing to compete in?
Warren: We aren't really going to end professional wrestling, but we can change it for the better. Revolutionize it, give more power to the people who pay our salaries. Respect them. Treat women as equals and not sex slaves, give the children a silver age hero to look up to. Together we will take this place by storm. We will attack them before they can attack us. Will use gorilla tactics to take control of the tag division, using our heritage, our blood right as second generation wrestlers as a catalyst in changing the business forever.
It's no secret. I have been open and honest about my heritage since day one. I am a second generation wrestler. I got into the business with nefarious intentions. I blamed my fathers tag team partner for many of my fathers sins. I grew up without a dad, and blamed Gatsbys father. My revenge was simple. I would take Chris Brocks son under my wing and bring him into the business. Shape his mind and turn him against his father.
The fact of the matter is we took our tag team name "The Fortunate Son's" because Gatsby insisted. He was proud to be a second generation wrestler, if it weren't for me brainwashing him he would have been a baby face blue chipper in some promotion or another waving the flag of his father. I had to keep him under thumb so I threw him the bone of naming the team.
As time went on it became clear to me that despite, my teachings he was enjoying the life of a professional wrestler too much. He was making the same choices that any other second generation wrestler would have made. He was just like his father. And I hated him.
Warren and Jay are at a huge mansion party. They are surrounded by women and flowing booze. Some topless girls are making out with each other in a pool. Gatsby has a drink in one hand and a cigar in the other, and notices Warren isn't enjoying the party.
Jay Gatsby: Why are you always so serious? Seriously man. You are bringing me down right now, and I don't wanna come down from this cloud.
Warren: Look at yourself, what does this remind you of?
Jay Gatsby: This reminds me of every dream I ever had growing up. This reminds me of the good times my father had while he was on the road. This reminds me how much I love wrestling and what I get when I mention who my father is.
Warren: Which goes against everything we have worked for. You are sullying the revolution.
Jay Gatsby: Look man, we are undefeated.
Warren: I am undefeated, you aren't.
Jay Gatsby: forget about singles competition, we are supposed to be a team Warren. And as a team WE are undefeated.
Jay grabs a woman's butt as she walks by him.
Jay Gatsby: You hear that baby? We are undefeated and have a tag team championship match coming our way. We are royalty. The sons of wrestling legends, born to compete are taking names and kicking ass making our own names.
He slaps Warren on the shoulder trying to encourage him.
Jay Gatsby: So, please Warren. Lighten up, and enjoy the fruits of our labor. I know, I know, I know, that you have a heard time having fun. Since your dad was never around and you grew up poor because he wanted nothing to do with you. I know that you were an unwanted, mistake of a bastard, but I am trying very hard to show you the privileged life. You have earned it, you spent you entire life earning now. This could be our lives every single day. Money, booze, gorgeous women willing to do anything for us.
Warren: That goes against everything that we stand for. Jay, we are not our fathers.
Jay Gatsby: No, you certainly are not.
Warren grabs the bottle of champagne from and throws it across the pool. It breaks on the corner, causing the women to stop their sexy act and look on in surprise and terror.
Warren: Let me tell you something about your father. He didn't give a bleep about you when you were a kid. He chose this over seeing you learn to walk, speak your first words, ball games, school plays whatever. He chose alcohol and whores over you. He didn't care before and he doesn't now. Chris Brock doesn't love you. He doesn't want you to succeed. If you even consider any of this nonsense success.
Jay Gatsby: I think you have me confused for yourself. And I am so done listening to your crap. This team is successful because of the both of us. Because we are royals, we are second generation wrestlers and we are better than everyone else it's simple biology. We are genetically engineered to succeed. and when WE win the tag titles, I hope you finally open your eyes to how great this life of privilege really is.
Jay wraps his arms around two women and disappears into the mix of people in the party.
Jay was my pet project, and plot device in a much greater revenge plot, but riding on my coat tails to the top of the tag team division had clearly gone to his head. He fell into the devices of being a second generation wrestler. He believed his own hype and had to be put down.
The Fortunate Sons are competing, one week before their ppv title shot. Jay is in the ring being man handled by their opponents. Jay is pinned. Warren clearly could have broken the pin, but was slow to make the save. He moved with mysterious purpose. After the match he helps his partner up and checks on him. Then without warning strikes, and doesn't stop until Jay is laying face down bleeding puddles of blood.
After his execution he went back home to his father. Jay Gatsby has never stepped foot in a wrestling ring again.
I do not regret my actions that night, but everything leading up to that was a mistake. I am not the same kid anymore. I am not angry, or trying to kill this business, in fact I am trying to save this business. And on that night when I put jay Gatsby down for the count I saved the apw from being ravaged by another second generation wrestler purposely making poor decisions that reflect on the company. I saved Jay by putting an end to his debauchery.
Warren now steps out from behind a black curtain. He has a flag pole in hand, attached is an APW: meltdown flag. He slams it into the ground and carves a line in front of it with his boot.
Warren: History dictates, that if we are not willing to learn from the past, than we will be doomed to make the same mistakes. In 2011 I made my debut with my tag team partner. I was a wise cracking kayfabe breaking smart ass second generation wrestler who would stop at nothing to complete my mission.
Jay and I were undefeated for some time, we waged war with the tag team division and ultimately we proved too much for everyone to handle, we basically killed the division. And then, because my partners head got a little to big for comfort I ended his career and then went on to win the tag team titles, alone.
Eventually I was defeated and ended up dropping those titles to the studmuffins. Now here I am basically two years after that part of my career and I am the good guy. The revolution is still a strong movement, and I am a former North American champion.
perhaps it is because meltdown has so much going for it right now, but we have recently met a new tag team sang real. In case you didn't know, that stands for royal blood. And if you were unaware the members of this tag team are second generation wrestlers.
And they are the spitting image of the fortunate sons. They are full of themselves. They believe that they are entitled to certain benefits of this industry, simply because the sperm that spawned their life came from former wrestlers, supposedly great men.
They have been running their mouths, disrespecting an American hero, and worst of all they made me an example last week. Sang real, are new in town, and they are new to my show. Normally I would let bygones bey bygones and give these kids the benefit of the doubt, but I see too clearly the writing on the wall.
Sang Real is the spitting image of the Fortunate Sons and they are here to wreak havoc. This cannot be allowed. Frankly, there is no one on the Meltdown roster who understands them like I do, because I am one of them and whether or not they are willing to admit it, they are going down a path that I paved already.
If you thought what Jay and I did was bad, than you all must open your eyes to the threat that Sang Real impose upon this company, because unlike the fortunate sons Sang Real are on the same page and are out to prove their loins are made of gold.
They believe it is their blood right to become tag team champions, and this cannot be allowed. They must be put down before their hype becomes to much for anyone to control.
And now, I take this task upon myself. No disrespect to Yanzel Holmes. No disrespect to any other members of our roster, but you must fight fire with fire, and these two are the mirror image of my regrets.
If I am able to end their tyranny before it really begins than I believe it will be penance for my mistakes and put an end to my run of bad luck since losing the North American championship.
So Sang Real, I want you to pay very close attention because now I am speaking directly to you. You are not special. You are simply the sons of your fathers. You have no blood right to anything and frankly nothing very special at all. You call yourselves royalty I call you a second rate rip off of a much better tag team that came before you.
I will give you credit where it's due. You're witty on the stick and serviceable in the ring, but everything you seek to accomplish, I have already done. Hell if the two of you are royalty than I must be a god.
You scored a win over my team last week, somewhere between a lucky fluke well deserved victory. But, I have proven in the past to be the best tag team partner that I could ever have.
I called you out on my own. And I have drawn the lines in the dirt. This is my show, and people like you are not going to come on to my show and disrespect us.
I have the two of you are prepared for war because that's exactly what you get when you are on the opposing end of Warren Peace. And if you cast away all of our similarities, the differences are clear.
I am a man of killer instinct, drive and determination that is unmatched by any other wrestler. It would take four of you to equal one of me and I will prove that this Monday when I put you down and bury you in the same hole that I buried Jay Gatsby.
for the people, by the people, long live the revolution.
Warren and his former tag team partner are sitting in a room. Warren is pointing to some charts and graphs set up on a large notepad.
Jay Gatsby: This is going to be truly great. My father will be so pissed.
Warren: Your father, just like my father don't understand this business anymore. They are old timers and our actions will be misunderstood by everyone. But if they knew the true levels of preparation. Than in my opinion your father would be quite proud. Disappointed, in your choice of ally, but very proud of your motivation.
Jay Gatsby: That's the thing man. all my life all I ever wanted was to make him proud. I wanted him to see me in the wrestling ring, just like him. You know, he would maybe even manage me and root for me.
Warren: And what did he say to you when you asked him to train?
Jay Gatsby: You know what he said.
Warren: Of course I know what he said, but if you can't repeat it, and speak it aloud than how can I trust you with these plans? How can I trust that you are fully one hundred percent dedicated to the revolution? Jay you must speak it as many times as you kind to remind yourself why you are here.
Jay Gatsby: My father said that I wasn't ready. That the wrestling business would eat me alive, but when the day came that I was prepared to compete in the squared circle that he would gladly help me.
Warren: And did he give a date?
Jay Gatsby: No.
Warren: Did he give any further advice at all?
Jay Gatsby: No. He just expected me to take it for what it was and move on. Move on to what? college? Please.
Warren: He was testing you.
Jay looks at Warren confused, possibly second guessing these plans to invade APW
Warren: You see he scolded you because these old time wrestlers think that the only way to earn your spot is to be scolded, harassed, ribbed. I am not kidding you when I tell you that they have shit on other belongings to degrade each other. In Chris Brock's eye's you're still just a kid. To become a man in your fathers eyes you had to go ahead and find a way to train anyway.
Which you did. Albeit, part of my secret plan to invade this APW, he has no idea that you have taken the initiative and first steps into manhood, first steps in the ring, and because of that he has no respect for you. That is a lesson that you must learn that these barbarians who call themselves professionals are a bunch of rotten scoundrels sucking the wells dry and stealing from the audience. They are stuck in the circus act and working the crowd for every dime that they can take.
We will change that. You see Jay, that because we are second generation wrestlers we will be attacked, and abused and they will do everything in their power to chase us away from the ring, because it is in our blood to compete. We are decedents from greatness and although our fathers don't see how great our abilities are, they will see them soon enough. Then you will have your father Chris Brocks respect.
But in the meantime the mission is clear. There are a million things wrong with this business, it is poisoned and has been forever. even though you have chosen to claim your birth right in the ring, to continue in you fathers line of work, I am telling you that it is shifty.
The greatness of a man isn't determined by his blood line. It is determined by his actions, and imagine this now with me. The sons of former world champions out to kill the business that made their families famous.
Jay Gatsby: That's the part that I don't understand. Why would we want to kill the sport we are choosing to compete in?
Warren: We aren't really going to end professional wrestling, but we can change it for the better. Revolutionize it, give more power to the people who pay our salaries. Respect them. Treat women as equals and not sex slaves, give the children a silver age hero to look up to. Together we will take this place by storm. We will attack them before they can attack us. Will use gorilla tactics to take control of the tag division, using our heritage, our blood right as second generation wrestlers as a catalyst in changing the business forever.
It's no secret. I have been open and honest about my heritage since day one. I am a second generation wrestler. I got into the business with nefarious intentions. I blamed my fathers tag team partner for many of my fathers sins. I grew up without a dad, and blamed Gatsbys father. My revenge was simple. I would take Chris Brocks son under my wing and bring him into the business. Shape his mind and turn him against his father.
The fact of the matter is we took our tag team name "The Fortunate Son's" because Gatsby insisted. He was proud to be a second generation wrestler, if it weren't for me brainwashing him he would have been a baby face blue chipper in some promotion or another waving the flag of his father. I had to keep him under thumb so I threw him the bone of naming the team.
As time went on it became clear to me that despite, my teachings he was enjoying the life of a professional wrestler too much. He was making the same choices that any other second generation wrestler would have made. He was just like his father. And I hated him.
Warren and Jay are at a huge mansion party. They are surrounded by women and flowing booze. Some topless girls are making out with each other in a pool. Gatsby has a drink in one hand and a cigar in the other, and notices Warren isn't enjoying the party.
Jay Gatsby: Why are you always so serious? Seriously man. You are bringing me down right now, and I don't wanna come down from this cloud.
Warren: Look at yourself, what does this remind you of?
Jay Gatsby: This reminds me of every dream I ever had growing up. This reminds me of the good times my father had while he was on the road. This reminds me how much I love wrestling and what I get when I mention who my father is.
Warren: Which goes against everything we have worked for. You are sullying the revolution.
Jay Gatsby: Look man, we are undefeated.
Warren: I am undefeated, you aren't.
Jay Gatsby: forget about singles competition, we are supposed to be a team Warren. And as a team WE are undefeated.
Jay grabs a woman's butt as she walks by him.
Jay Gatsby: You hear that baby? We are undefeated and have a tag team championship match coming our way. We are royalty. The sons of wrestling legends, born to compete are taking names and kicking ass making our own names.
He slaps Warren on the shoulder trying to encourage him.
Jay Gatsby: So, please Warren. Lighten up, and enjoy the fruits of our labor. I know, I know, I know, that you have a heard time having fun. Since your dad was never around and you grew up poor because he wanted nothing to do with you. I know that you were an unwanted, mistake of a bastard, but I am trying very hard to show you the privileged life. You have earned it, you spent you entire life earning now. This could be our lives every single day. Money, booze, gorgeous women willing to do anything for us.
Warren: That goes against everything that we stand for. Jay, we are not our fathers.
Jay Gatsby: No, you certainly are not.
Warren grabs the bottle of champagne from and throws it across the pool. It breaks on the corner, causing the women to stop their sexy act and look on in surprise and terror.
Warren: Let me tell you something about your father. He didn't give a bleep about you when you were a kid. He chose this over seeing you learn to walk, speak your first words, ball games, school plays whatever. He chose alcohol and whores over you. He didn't care before and he doesn't now. Chris Brock doesn't love you. He doesn't want you to succeed. If you even consider any of this nonsense success.
Jay Gatsby: I think you have me confused for yourself. And I am so done listening to your crap. This team is successful because of the both of us. Because we are royals, we are second generation wrestlers and we are better than everyone else it's simple biology. We are genetically engineered to succeed. and when WE win the tag titles, I hope you finally open your eyes to how great this life of privilege really is.
Jay wraps his arms around two women and disappears into the mix of people in the party.
Jay was my pet project, and plot device in a much greater revenge plot, but riding on my coat tails to the top of the tag team division had clearly gone to his head. He fell into the devices of being a second generation wrestler. He believed his own hype and had to be put down.
The Fortunate Sons are competing, one week before their ppv title shot. Jay is in the ring being man handled by their opponents. Jay is pinned. Warren clearly could have broken the pin, but was slow to make the save. He moved with mysterious purpose. After the match he helps his partner up and checks on him. Then without warning strikes, and doesn't stop until Jay is laying face down bleeding puddles of blood.
After his execution he went back home to his father. Jay Gatsby has never stepped foot in a wrestling ring again.
I do not regret my actions that night, but everything leading up to that was a mistake. I am not the same kid anymore. I am not angry, or trying to kill this business, in fact I am trying to save this business. And on that night when I put jay Gatsby down for the count I saved the apw from being ravaged by another second generation wrestler purposely making poor decisions that reflect on the company. I saved Jay by putting an end to his debauchery.
Warren now steps out from behind a black curtain. He has a flag pole in hand, attached is an APW: meltdown flag. He slams it into the ground and carves a line in front of it with his boot.
Warren: History dictates, that if we are not willing to learn from the past, than we will be doomed to make the same mistakes. In 2011 I made my debut with my tag team partner. I was a wise cracking kayfabe breaking smart ass second generation wrestler who would stop at nothing to complete my mission.
Jay and I were undefeated for some time, we waged war with the tag team division and ultimately we proved too much for everyone to handle, we basically killed the division. And then, because my partners head got a little to big for comfort I ended his career and then went on to win the tag team titles, alone.
Eventually I was defeated and ended up dropping those titles to the studmuffins. Now here I am basically two years after that part of my career and I am the good guy. The revolution is still a strong movement, and I am a former North American champion.
perhaps it is because meltdown has so much going for it right now, but we have recently met a new tag team sang real. In case you didn't know, that stands for royal blood. And if you were unaware the members of this tag team are second generation wrestlers.
And they are the spitting image of the fortunate sons. They are full of themselves. They believe that they are entitled to certain benefits of this industry, simply because the sperm that spawned their life came from former wrestlers, supposedly great men.
They have been running their mouths, disrespecting an American hero, and worst of all they made me an example last week. Sang real, are new in town, and they are new to my show. Normally I would let bygones bey bygones and give these kids the benefit of the doubt, but I see too clearly the writing on the wall.
Sang Real is the spitting image of the Fortunate Sons and they are here to wreak havoc. This cannot be allowed. Frankly, there is no one on the Meltdown roster who understands them like I do, because I am one of them and whether or not they are willing to admit it, they are going down a path that I paved already.
If you thought what Jay and I did was bad, than you all must open your eyes to the threat that Sang Real impose upon this company, because unlike the fortunate sons Sang Real are on the same page and are out to prove their loins are made of gold.
They believe it is their blood right to become tag team champions, and this cannot be allowed. They must be put down before their hype becomes to much for anyone to control.
And now, I take this task upon myself. No disrespect to Yanzel Holmes. No disrespect to any other members of our roster, but you must fight fire with fire, and these two are the mirror image of my regrets.
If I am able to end their tyranny before it really begins than I believe it will be penance for my mistakes and put an end to my run of bad luck since losing the North American championship.
So Sang Real, I want you to pay very close attention because now I am speaking directly to you. You are not special. You are simply the sons of your fathers. You have no blood right to anything and frankly nothing very special at all. You call yourselves royalty I call you a second rate rip off of a much better tag team that came before you.
I will give you credit where it's due. You're witty on the stick and serviceable in the ring, but everything you seek to accomplish, I have already done. Hell if the two of you are royalty than I must be a god.
You scored a win over my team last week, somewhere between a lucky fluke well deserved victory. But, I have proven in the past to be the best tag team partner that I could ever have.
I called you out on my own. And I have drawn the lines in the dirt. This is my show, and people like you are not going to come on to my show and disrespect us.
I have the two of you are prepared for war because that's exactly what you get when you are on the opposing end of Warren Peace. And if you cast away all of our similarities, the differences are clear.
I am a man of killer instinct, drive and determination that is unmatched by any other wrestler. It would take four of you to equal one of me and I will prove that this Monday when I put you down and bury you in the same hole that I buried Jay Gatsby.
for the people, by the people, long live the revolution.
