Post by warrenpeace on Jan 4, 2013 15:01:36 GMT -4
Sometime in their life every man begins to ponder about this world. While most may only keep it brief, there are certain people who cannot accept things as they are. The notion of change is simple enough, and it seems things change constantly. People urn for change, yet so few are ever really able to accomplish a substantial amount.
Everything from simple New Years resolutions of weight loss, or quitting a bad habit. To those who think on a much broader scale. That's when things can get a little dangerous. Revolutions, guns warfare. All in the sake of change. such a broad ideology.
It was just a short time ago, that Warren Peace burned for change. Change in the wrestling business and for a brief period off time, he had the APW's full attention. All eyes were on him as he alone won the tag team championship titles. Change had arrived, but he wasn't happy. He wanted death. The hatred he had for the business had becomome more putrid and vile. The company had to go, and if not then Warren had to leave instead. As it was, Warren had to go.
it didn't take long, but he became just another obscure figure who came and went, passing through the ring on their way out the doors, but unlike most he has returned. What the future has in store for him is a mystery, much like his whereabouts during the year 2012. What lead this man back to the business he detested so? Well, to fully understand we should take a closer look.
2012: Sometime after June
Warren is staring into the mirror. A reflection of himself and the stained white tile of the bathroom behind him. Deep in thought he pulls at his beard hair. This job has taken its toll on him more so than he ever imagined. He closes his eyes as he takes a deep breath as his slips his attire over his neck. He ties the straps behind his back. It is snug.
It is time.
He steps away from the mirror, leaving it only to reflect the urinal with stains that match the tile. Kneeling before the door he pounds his chest, hyping himself up for the war ahead of him. With wide eyes he opens the door and steps out of the Burger Mania employee bathroom and walks into his work station. The small 8x8 grill station. The orders are already coming in. it's lunch time on a Friday. This is where legends are made. He grabs two spatulas and tosses the all beef patties onto the grill. They sizzle.
Footsteps.
screaming kids.
impatient customers demanding their orders.
Warren ignores them all until The assistant manager stepping into the 8x8 work station.
ASS Manager: Uh oh. Not again Warren. You're backed up. You're backed up on the most important time of the day.
Warren: Dave, I just punched in, this is leftover from Shenequia. I am cleaning her mess.
ASS Manager: Don't blame this on your teammates. This is your fault. you're the one dropping the ball. On the most important time of the week. You're messing with my business Warren. You're taking food out of my children's mouth.
Warren:As I said I just punched in. had Shenequia...
ASS Manager: Blaming your teammate again. and where is your hat? I see you have the apon on, did you forget your hat? And that beard is getting too long. Shave it. Do you care about your job? Do you care about this staff? You certainly don't present yourself as such. I guess I have to put you on bathroom duty again. You're an idiot and you're luck to be employed.
Warren grabs him be the head and slams his face into the burner. The assistant manager screams and hits the floor hard. Warren stomps a mudhole in his candy ass. Coworkers, and customers stare silently.
Warren: I won the tag team titles single handedly on my own. I am not to blame for the orders being backed up. I am the one man in this establishment who can get the job done. If Shenequia and Terry could pull their own here then this wouldn't be happening.
Warren picks the Assistant Manager up and pile drives him.
Warren: You have a revolution on your hands now. I am taking over this joint, one way or the other.
Needless to say the job didn't work out and neither did the revolution. warren continued a series of odd jobs, but gave up finally when delivering an elbow drop to the foreman of a coal mine. .
Warren's hand cam is recording him in his computer room. The desk is a scattered mess of paper and empty bottles of soda. he scratches at his chin hair and speaks.
Warren: I was never a fan of this whole camera thing. recording? yes. Ok ok. APW. I am sure many of you remember me, and twice of you probably have no idea who the hell I am. So I will give a crash course history lesson in a a nutshell.
I am the bastard son of a wrestling legend. I came into this business because I wanted to kill it, from the inside out. It became clear however, that it simply wasn't possible to do so. So rather than continue on I took off accepting defeat. If you need more go back and watch the tapes, order the dvds, youtube me whatever.
It's become abundantly clear to me throughout this year that maybe I am just not cut out for the rest of the job market. It took some time, but I actually started to miss the squared circle and the freedoms it allows a person to have. Hell i had to learn the hard way this was is about the only place you can get away with stomping a mud hole in your boss.
So yes, I have come to terms on a contract and I have returned. Now let me clear, this time there is no mission statement. I am not here to start a revolution, I am not here to destroy or hurt this business. I am simply finding my place in it.
Where that place is, well it's mystery to us all, but I can say for sure that I am excited to be back. I am looking forward to our future. You know in 2011 I was rising star of the year, and just as the star was set burn brighter than the rest, it faded into nothing.
I am here to rekindle that. I find my return match to be an interesting one. A tag match. Well, there was a time that the tag match was a Warren Peace specialty. I am the only person to win the tag titles without a partner.
I have done some research on my opponents, checked the history. They have some accomplishments for sure, but I am not the least bit worried.
I want to start things on the right foot this time. So what i am going to do is offer kind words of good luck to them. I have a lot of ring rust I am trying to work through and may the best team win.
The camera turns off and Warren leaves the viewers with more questions. Most importantly Can this man, who was such a venomous villain, be trusted?
Everything from simple New Years resolutions of weight loss, or quitting a bad habit. To those who think on a much broader scale. That's when things can get a little dangerous. Revolutions, guns warfare. All in the sake of change. such a broad ideology.
It was just a short time ago, that Warren Peace burned for change. Change in the wrestling business and for a brief period off time, he had the APW's full attention. All eyes were on him as he alone won the tag team championship titles. Change had arrived, but he wasn't happy. He wanted death. The hatred he had for the business had becomome more putrid and vile. The company had to go, and if not then Warren had to leave instead. As it was, Warren had to go.
it didn't take long, but he became just another obscure figure who came and went, passing through the ring on their way out the doors, but unlike most he has returned. What the future has in store for him is a mystery, much like his whereabouts during the year 2012. What lead this man back to the business he detested so? Well, to fully understand we should take a closer look.
2012: Sometime after June
Warren is staring into the mirror. A reflection of himself and the stained white tile of the bathroom behind him. Deep in thought he pulls at his beard hair. This job has taken its toll on him more so than he ever imagined. He closes his eyes as he takes a deep breath as his slips his attire over his neck. He ties the straps behind his back. It is snug.
It is time.
He steps away from the mirror, leaving it only to reflect the urinal with stains that match the tile. Kneeling before the door he pounds his chest, hyping himself up for the war ahead of him. With wide eyes he opens the door and steps out of the Burger Mania employee bathroom and walks into his work station. The small 8x8 grill station. The orders are already coming in. it's lunch time on a Friday. This is where legends are made. He grabs two spatulas and tosses the all beef patties onto the grill. They sizzle.
Footsteps.
screaming kids.
impatient customers demanding their orders.
Warren ignores them all until The assistant manager stepping into the 8x8 work station.
ASS Manager: Uh oh. Not again Warren. You're backed up. You're backed up on the most important time of the day.
Warren: Dave, I just punched in, this is leftover from Shenequia. I am cleaning her mess.
ASS Manager: Don't blame this on your teammates. This is your fault. you're the one dropping the ball. On the most important time of the week. You're messing with my business Warren. You're taking food out of my children's mouth.
Warren:As I said I just punched in. had Shenequia...
ASS Manager: Blaming your teammate again. and where is your hat? I see you have the apon on, did you forget your hat? And that beard is getting too long. Shave it. Do you care about your job? Do you care about this staff? You certainly don't present yourself as such. I guess I have to put you on bathroom duty again. You're an idiot and you're luck to be employed.
Warren grabs him be the head and slams his face into the burner. The assistant manager screams and hits the floor hard. Warren stomps a mudhole in his candy ass. Coworkers, and customers stare silently.
Warren: I won the tag team titles single handedly on my own. I am not to blame for the orders being backed up. I am the one man in this establishment who can get the job done. If Shenequia and Terry could pull their own here then this wouldn't be happening.
Warren picks the Assistant Manager up and pile drives him.
Warren: You have a revolution on your hands now. I am taking over this joint, one way or the other.
Needless to say the job didn't work out and neither did the revolution. warren continued a series of odd jobs, but gave up finally when delivering an elbow drop to the foreman of a coal mine. .
Warren's hand cam is recording him in his computer room. The desk is a scattered mess of paper and empty bottles of soda. he scratches at his chin hair and speaks.
Warren: I was never a fan of this whole camera thing. recording? yes. Ok ok. APW. I am sure many of you remember me, and twice of you probably have no idea who the hell I am. So I will give a crash course history lesson in a a nutshell.
I am the bastard son of a wrestling legend. I came into this business because I wanted to kill it, from the inside out. It became clear however, that it simply wasn't possible to do so. So rather than continue on I took off accepting defeat. If you need more go back and watch the tapes, order the dvds, youtube me whatever.
It's become abundantly clear to me throughout this year that maybe I am just not cut out for the rest of the job market. It took some time, but I actually started to miss the squared circle and the freedoms it allows a person to have. Hell i had to learn the hard way this was is about the only place you can get away with stomping a mud hole in your boss.
So yes, I have come to terms on a contract and I have returned. Now let me clear, this time there is no mission statement. I am not here to start a revolution, I am not here to destroy or hurt this business. I am simply finding my place in it.
Where that place is, well it's mystery to us all, but I can say for sure that I am excited to be back. I am looking forward to our future. You know in 2011 I was rising star of the year, and just as the star was set burn brighter than the rest, it faded into nothing.
I am here to rekindle that. I find my return match to be an interesting one. A tag match. Well, there was a time that the tag match was a Warren Peace specialty. I am the only person to win the tag titles without a partner.
I have done some research on my opponents, checked the history. They have some accomplishments for sure, but I am not the least bit worried.
I want to start things on the right foot this time. So what i am going to do is offer kind words of good luck to them. I have a lot of ring rust I am trying to work through and may the best team win.
The camera turns off and Warren leaves the viewers with more questions. Most importantly Can this man, who was such a venomous villain, be trusted?
