Post by warrenpeace on Jan 18, 2013 20:54:58 GMT -4
His ipod is set to the maximum audio levels, but he doesn't hear anything. Hot, fresh sweat is dripping down his face, his eyes are clenched shut. Painfully so. Sometime ago he lost count, it was anyone's guess as to how many repetitions he has gone through. His fingers, like his midsection are too numb to feel the stinging pain from the tight grip around the medicine ball. His back has been cracking, and it sends relief across his spine.
There are some onlookers watching Warren work out, but he hasn't noticed. he is alone in his cliometric sit ups and it isn't until his stomach will no longer allow him the movement necessary to continue that he finally falls to his back, dropping the medicine ball he opens his eyes and suddenly is deafened by the blaring ipod. He removes the ear buds and catches sight of the crowd that has appeared around him and raises an eyebrow. The sweat now burns his eyes and his fingers crack.
Onlooker: That had to be a record. It's been like an hour straight.
Warren: Know how many?
Onlooker: I lost count.
The onlookers all cast sights over each others shoulders, expecting someone to have the answer. No one does. Warren shrugs his shoulders.
Warren: Help me up?
he raises both of his arms and is helped to his feet. He feels weightless and stumbles on the way up.
Warren: Thanks fellas.
warren heads to the locker room of the gym as quickly as he can. He had lost serious track of time. He had to prepare for an interview for the apw. Once dressed he checked his voicemail and as he thought there were several messages. Shooting a text on his way to the car he informs them he had lost track while preparing for his match.
The double wide steel doors open with a bang, he hadn't intended to slam them, but it happened and everyone was now watching him walk in thinking he was some kind of asshole big shot who was not only late, but making a scene as he walked through the door.
The catering table in particular are paying close attention as I producer in headphones and miked up meets Warren in the hall and leads him to a set of chairs front of an apw backdrop.
Producer: Ok you sit here on the right, we will have our correspondent on the left.
Warren: I have something else in mind actually.
Producer: OK? You want to sit on the left? Or stand? We really don't have time to rearrange anything spectacular. You being late and all.
A brief reminder of the person Warren used to be. His eyes turn red with his grimacing face. Blink and you missed it.
Warren:: Yeah, and I apologized about that on the phone. I am not looking for anything spectacular man. I just hate how informal all of this is. You guys are being paid to produce something I would rather do on my phone. I just want to sit on the floor, I don't need an on screen correspondent. Just have the dude behind the camera shoot me some questions, I'll answer them and you can be home in time for the Simpsons.
producer: You can't sit on the floor because the APW logo will not be in frame.
Warren's cheeks are puffed.
Warren: So?
producer: We need to have the logo in sight in the backdrop.
Warren: Why? so the people watching APW, don't forget that they are watching it? I am gonna go ahead and sit on the floor.
Warren grabs the chairs in front of the backdrop and hands them to some workers.
Warren:here you are man, take care of those fro me.
He takes a knee and falls back onto his ass and claps his hands.
Warren: Alright lets do this.
Everyone goes along with him. The correspondent who is an unnamed intern stands by the cameraman ready to read from his prompt cards.
Warren: Nothing to difficult ok?
Correspondent: Why did you really come back to APW?
We see Warren in black and white
Warren: Not pulling any punches are you? I came back because I have unfinished business. I am not a quitter and had I left when I did I would have left behind a quitters legacy.
Correspondent: What are your intentions? Do you still plan to destroy the business? Are you playing cool to trick us into falling for your traps?
Now in color
Warren: That is a fair question, and one I am sure everyone has been asking themselves for a long time.
Back to black and white
Warren: The fact of the matter is, you can't trust me. You should trust me, but if you're smart you won't. I am not lying when I say that I do not have any devious intentions with my return. I am here because I want to be here. Wrestlers are a rare breed and I found out pretty damn harshly that I don't belong, or fit in anywhere else. This place gives me a venue to be Warren Peace, and frankly out there in the real world, I just don't fit in.
Correspondent: What do you mean?
Warren: I can't pile drive the people who piss me off out there. I kind of like pile driving people who piss me off. I can do that here.
Correspondent: You left the APW with a losing streak, you have returned and continued to lose. How are you so sure you belong here?
Warren: I was born to be here. Losing...happens. It's learning from it that is the real challenge. If I took offense to every loss I had and piss and moaned and hated myself that would mean that I don't belong here either. And if you look a little further back, you'd see some pretty nice accomplishments for a young upstart that would make you rethink that last question. I know what it means to win when it counts.
Correspondent: Last week didn't count?
Warren: Last week, there was no shame in that. It was a fair loss to a good wrestler. I wasn't embarrassed, I didn't go out there strutting about and doing a job.
Correspondent: Two weeks ago you made your return as the tag partner to Eric Steel. You left ringside before the match finished. Why?
Warren: Frankly, he didn't seem like he wanted me to be there...In all seriousness I was making a point. A few of them actually.
Correspondent: Such as?
Warren: Well point number one, was simple. My partner sucked. He was losing us the match, being in the ring with his was an embarrassment and frankly I thought leaving him to be pinned proved that. Fact of the matter is that guy did little to no research on our match. He could barely string together a sentence and clearly was pretty dumb.
I mean come on man. You have a returning mega star, who is a former tag team champion. And you give attitude about being paired with him for one match? That my friend is insulting and so I returned the favor. Simple as that. And while we are on the subject, I wanted to show management that I am not interested in teaming with anyone either. I left the tag division for a reason.
Correspondent: This week Steel has a chance to return the favor.
Warren: That he does.
Correspondent: As you are just a few of many superstars in a beat the clock challenge vying for a chance to face the North American Champion at Survive and Conquer. Are you worried about Eric Steel defeating you?
Warren: Not at all.
Correspondent: Why is that?
Warren: God you sir are boring, and I don't see a future for you. Fact of the matter is this. Warren Peace returned a few weeks ago, but it's taken me a little while to get back into the grove of things. I came back missing what made me special. My attitude, and willingness to say whatever the hell was on my mind so now here's a shoot for ya'll.
Eric Steel can't even form a coherent sentence, let alone do a little research. I am going to wipe the mat with him. he is a non factor, though I will enjoy embarrassing him inside oft he ring I am certain that my true challenge here is defeating him faster than the other competitors of this tournament defeat their respective opponents.
There are a lot of good competitors, but I have the distinct advantage of being in the ring with the flesh and blood equivalent of a broomstick. There is no way I can lose to Eric, because I am excellent at what I do, and he is a piss poor excuse of a character.
Dude, you're whole bit is stale. These people used to loath me, but they will cheer us deaf watching me beat the snot out of you, not because they hate you, but because you bore them.
an evil foreigner. I have never seen that before, except behind every single corner of any pro wrestling event ever. And you're not even a cool dolph lundrgen USSR badass evil foreigner.
Man you're from Canada. You wanna get these people to boo you, just tell where you're from. Everyone hates Canada. With good reason. You're a bunch of French fart sniffers who think you're better than us because you have free healthcare, but even with a broken down shitty economy, the US dollar is still worth way more than your monopoly game money.
And the proof is in the pudding. Look at yourself. You're in the wrong profession. You should be knee deep in snow shoveling moose shit.
I am Warren Peace, I former champion. Do you know how cool it is to have a title around your waist? To see the the title before you're name or have your name glow a slightly different color on apw.com? Of course you don't and sadly you never will. The sooner you realize that the better. You can go collect teeth at a hockey game and put them under your pillow. That would be a better source of income than what you're doing now.
I am back, and I have my eyes set on that glass ceiling. I am the rising star of 2011 and I WILL soar to the heights that everyone originally projected for me. I get that I have to crawl before I walk. I understand the hierarchy here. I have to douche about with competitors like Steel on Meltdown. and I will do it with pride. Unlike my opponent.
Steel, I am going to defeat you. I am going to do it pretty damn fast, like probably 15 seconds fast and I am going to win the beat the clock challenge. I am will go onto face Logan and Survive and Conquer and I will win.
You people can truest me on that, you may not trust my intentions, but you can trust my actions. You're looking at the nest North American Champion.
fade to black
There are some onlookers watching Warren work out, but he hasn't noticed. he is alone in his cliometric sit ups and it isn't until his stomach will no longer allow him the movement necessary to continue that he finally falls to his back, dropping the medicine ball he opens his eyes and suddenly is deafened by the blaring ipod. He removes the ear buds and catches sight of the crowd that has appeared around him and raises an eyebrow. The sweat now burns his eyes and his fingers crack.
Onlooker: That had to be a record. It's been like an hour straight.
Warren: Know how many?
Onlooker: I lost count.
The onlookers all cast sights over each others shoulders, expecting someone to have the answer. No one does. Warren shrugs his shoulders.
Warren: Help me up?
he raises both of his arms and is helped to his feet. He feels weightless and stumbles on the way up.
Warren: Thanks fellas.
warren heads to the locker room of the gym as quickly as he can. He had lost serious track of time. He had to prepare for an interview for the apw. Once dressed he checked his voicemail and as he thought there were several messages. Shooting a text on his way to the car he informs them he had lost track while preparing for his match.
The double wide steel doors open with a bang, he hadn't intended to slam them, but it happened and everyone was now watching him walk in thinking he was some kind of asshole big shot who was not only late, but making a scene as he walked through the door.
The catering table in particular are paying close attention as I producer in headphones and miked up meets Warren in the hall and leads him to a set of chairs front of an apw backdrop.
Producer: Ok you sit here on the right, we will have our correspondent on the left.
Warren: I have something else in mind actually.
Producer: OK? You want to sit on the left? Or stand? We really don't have time to rearrange anything spectacular. You being late and all.
A brief reminder of the person Warren used to be. His eyes turn red with his grimacing face. Blink and you missed it.
Warren:: Yeah, and I apologized about that on the phone. I am not looking for anything spectacular man. I just hate how informal all of this is. You guys are being paid to produce something I would rather do on my phone. I just want to sit on the floor, I don't need an on screen correspondent. Just have the dude behind the camera shoot me some questions, I'll answer them and you can be home in time for the Simpsons.
producer: You can't sit on the floor because the APW logo will not be in frame.
Warren's cheeks are puffed.
Warren: So?
producer: We need to have the logo in sight in the backdrop.
Warren: Why? so the people watching APW, don't forget that they are watching it? I am gonna go ahead and sit on the floor.
Warren grabs the chairs in front of the backdrop and hands them to some workers.
Warren:here you are man, take care of those fro me.
He takes a knee and falls back onto his ass and claps his hands.
Warren: Alright lets do this.
Everyone goes along with him. The correspondent who is an unnamed intern stands by the cameraman ready to read from his prompt cards.
Warren: Nothing to difficult ok?
Correspondent: Why did you really come back to APW?
We see Warren in black and white
Warren: Not pulling any punches are you? I came back because I have unfinished business. I am not a quitter and had I left when I did I would have left behind a quitters legacy.
Correspondent: What are your intentions? Do you still plan to destroy the business? Are you playing cool to trick us into falling for your traps?
Now in color
Warren: That is a fair question, and one I am sure everyone has been asking themselves for a long time.
Back to black and white
Warren: The fact of the matter is, you can't trust me. You should trust me, but if you're smart you won't. I am not lying when I say that I do not have any devious intentions with my return. I am here because I want to be here. Wrestlers are a rare breed and I found out pretty damn harshly that I don't belong, or fit in anywhere else. This place gives me a venue to be Warren Peace, and frankly out there in the real world, I just don't fit in.
Correspondent: What do you mean?
Warren: I can't pile drive the people who piss me off out there. I kind of like pile driving people who piss me off. I can do that here.
Correspondent: You left the APW with a losing streak, you have returned and continued to lose. How are you so sure you belong here?
Warren: I was born to be here. Losing...happens. It's learning from it that is the real challenge. If I took offense to every loss I had and piss and moaned and hated myself that would mean that I don't belong here either. And if you look a little further back, you'd see some pretty nice accomplishments for a young upstart that would make you rethink that last question. I know what it means to win when it counts.
Correspondent: Last week didn't count?
Warren: Last week, there was no shame in that. It was a fair loss to a good wrestler. I wasn't embarrassed, I didn't go out there strutting about and doing a job.
Correspondent: Two weeks ago you made your return as the tag partner to Eric Steel. You left ringside before the match finished. Why?
Warren: Frankly, he didn't seem like he wanted me to be there...In all seriousness I was making a point. A few of them actually.
Correspondent: Such as?
Warren: Well point number one, was simple. My partner sucked. He was losing us the match, being in the ring with his was an embarrassment and frankly I thought leaving him to be pinned proved that. Fact of the matter is that guy did little to no research on our match. He could barely string together a sentence and clearly was pretty dumb.
I mean come on man. You have a returning mega star, who is a former tag team champion. And you give attitude about being paired with him for one match? That my friend is insulting and so I returned the favor. Simple as that. And while we are on the subject, I wanted to show management that I am not interested in teaming with anyone either. I left the tag division for a reason.
Correspondent: This week Steel has a chance to return the favor.
Warren: That he does.
Correspondent: As you are just a few of many superstars in a beat the clock challenge vying for a chance to face the North American Champion at Survive and Conquer. Are you worried about Eric Steel defeating you?
Warren: Not at all.
Correspondent: Why is that?
Warren: God you sir are boring, and I don't see a future for you. Fact of the matter is this. Warren Peace returned a few weeks ago, but it's taken me a little while to get back into the grove of things. I came back missing what made me special. My attitude, and willingness to say whatever the hell was on my mind so now here's a shoot for ya'll.
Eric Steel can't even form a coherent sentence, let alone do a little research. I am going to wipe the mat with him. he is a non factor, though I will enjoy embarrassing him inside oft he ring I am certain that my true challenge here is defeating him faster than the other competitors of this tournament defeat their respective opponents.
There are a lot of good competitors, but I have the distinct advantage of being in the ring with the flesh and blood equivalent of a broomstick. There is no way I can lose to Eric, because I am excellent at what I do, and he is a piss poor excuse of a character.
Dude, you're whole bit is stale. These people used to loath me, but they will cheer us deaf watching me beat the snot out of you, not because they hate you, but because you bore them.
an evil foreigner. I have never seen that before, except behind every single corner of any pro wrestling event ever. And you're not even a cool dolph lundrgen USSR badass evil foreigner.
Man you're from Canada. You wanna get these people to boo you, just tell where you're from. Everyone hates Canada. With good reason. You're a bunch of French fart sniffers who think you're better than us because you have free healthcare, but even with a broken down shitty economy, the US dollar is still worth way more than your monopoly game money.
And the proof is in the pudding. Look at yourself. You're in the wrong profession. You should be knee deep in snow shoveling moose shit.
I am Warren Peace, I former champion. Do you know how cool it is to have a title around your waist? To see the the title before you're name or have your name glow a slightly different color on apw.com? Of course you don't and sadly you never will. The sooner you realize that the better. You can go collect teeth at a hockey game and put them under your pillow. That would be a better source of income than what you're doing now.
I am back, and I have my eyes set on that glass ceiling. I am the rising star of 2011 and I WILL soar to the heights that everyone originally projected for me. I get that I have to crawl before I walk. I understand the hierarchy here. I have to douche about with competitors like Steel on Meltdown. and I will do it with pride. Unlike my opponent.
Steel, I am going to defeat you. I am going to do it pretty damn fast, like probably 15 seconds fast and I am going to win the beat the clock challenge. I am will go onto face Logan and Survive and Conquer and I will win.
You people can truest me on that, you may not trust my intentions, but you can trust my actions. You're looking at the nest North American Champion.
fade to black
