Post by warrenpeace on Feb 24, 2013 2:48:15 GMT -4
The people have spoken
The bitter cold winds are leaving us with the reminder that winter isn't quite finished with the city just yet. The sky is a dull gray with scattered clouds cascading about like ghosts stranded in desolation. Just days prior a storm of freezing rain left the exterior setting covered in a slick frozen sheet.
You could literally skate on the grass if you were so inclined to. We see a small group of youth, teenagers pushing adulthood in the legal sense, slipping and sliding as they walk down the cemented sidewalk. A large chain link fence surrounding a broken down basketball court is behind them. The rims of the hoops are all bent and their chains are hanging askew.
They continue traveling down the main drag of town, passing several beat up Oldsmobile vehicles and a Cadillac that has certainly seen better days. Even the churches look near abandoned and the bars look more like crack dens with busted up signs advertising that they do indeed carry squirt products.
Youth one: No no no, dude this is gonna be different.
Youth two: That's what you said about the last rally you brought us too.
Youth Three: Yeah, and that was basically just some deprived hipsters botching about the tea party. You said that was gonna be cool.
Youth two: It wasn't...at all.
Youth One: yeah, yeah I know. And the two of you are never going to stop reminding me about the bleeding heart hipster rally. Sorry, that was my mistake. The ad said it was gonna be cool.
Youth three: Of course their ad is going to over sell their stupid rally, otherwise no one would have gone.
Youth Two, yeah we could have gotten the same mumbo jumbo at Starbucks, and at least had free wifi.
Youth One: This dude is different man.
Youth Two: We will see.
Youth One: Trust me, I can't explain it, but I know. This is different. It's the real deal. It just makes sense.
They turn left and enter a frightening alley. The brick buildings are falling apart, windows shattered by rocks thrown years ago, side panels and window seals are decaying chunks of rubbish. Everything seems to be tagged by the numerous street gangs who lay claim to the territory.
The youths are entirely unfazed by it all and continue traveling down the icy, torn down brick road. Soon they come upon and old school house, shut down ages ago and long forgotten and they knock on the door.
The door opens from within, about an inch or two, and voice is heard from within.
Voice: Password?
Youth One: Peace corps.
The door opens further allowing them to gain access and enter the corridor. The man behind the voice points them in the right direction ans suddenly they find themselves in the cafeteria immersed by many other interested auditors who have converged here like some punk rock militia.
There is a man, not much older than the average age of the audience members standing before the, not above them on a stage or toadstool, but with them walking about. We recognize him to be Warren Peace
Warren: Who here is frustrated? You wouldn't have gone through the trouble to be here tonight if you weren't. I am, in every sense of daily life I am progressively more frustrated. How many of you walked here today?
I did the cost of gasoline is close to five dollars a gallon and it appears that it will only be getting more expensive as twenty thirteen rolls on. Anyone else tired of paying the same price for a gallon milk as well? I sure as hell am. Have you ever taken the time to calculate what you pay for your cereal, per bowl that is. It is unreal.
Yet, a few months ago during election season it was touted by the powers that be that our economy was ready to boom to greater heights, and return to "normal". Now there are budget cuts leading to mass job loses and people like you and me are all being left to our devices to feed and cloth our families.
I grew up down the street, by the playground on First street. Locals know the one I am talking about, it is usually scattered with syringes and other kid friendly and disease spreading paraphernalia.
My father was non existent. Calling him a sperm donor would be giving him too much credit, and my mother despite being uneducated fought my entire life to provide for me. sometimes working three jobs at a time.
Sound familiar? I bet most maybe all of you can say the same. And while we struggle and fight tooth and nail just to make it for the day we are constantly harassed by police officers just so they can get their monthly quota. Because it is easier for them to pick on us than to actually take the time to serve and protect, as they are sworn to do.
No they would rather attack us for bleep and giggles and when they have had their fill of amusement they take off down to that little playground on first street and conduct business with the junkie scum.
You all have gathered here because you recognize the sad and pitiful state that this nation is in and believe it is only going to get worse. Unless people like us unite.
Believe me, there is a war coming. You can measure the levels of unrest because it rumbles like tectonic plates creating earthquakes. There hasn't been a week gone by since the dawn of the new year that hasn't been deconstructed with the news of a school shooting or public massacre.
The sad thing is that these 'maniacs' as the media call them probably started out as concerned citizens, just like us. Who had no other way to deal with the anxiety and hardships that we are faced with.
So the go off the deep end and take out the wrong people, innocent people and instead of bringing down the machine that creates the maniacs they only feed it, more and more fuel to add to the growing fire.
Christopher Dorner was a concerned citizen and a good cop. A man with principles and moral structure and his dedication to these things caused him to lose his job and when his back was against the wall he struck.
That is revolution. Had he been a little more calculated and precise, aiming only at the right enemies instead of innocents he could still be out there today waging his war with the support of an army.
But where these "maniacs" fail. I will succeed because I have the presence of mind and wherewithal to separate right and wrong. Unlike others I don't promise perfection, because such a utopian philosophy is foolish and truly impossible to obtain.
Those who promise perfection will always fail, for their followers and themselves. I don't claim to be perfect rather I admit to be a deeply flawed individual, but with out these flaws I would not have taken the time to analyze the condition of our people.
Without my flaws I couldn't fix the sad state of affairs that we have fallen victim to. And if you join me in the fight, you too can help save the world. Do you have the strength and gumption to admit that you are a flawed individual and work to change for the better? To save the world?
Take some time and think about it. The lengths that you are willing to travel for the betterment of mankind, and come back here in one week. I will be waiting same time, same place for your answer. And to those brave enough to weather the storm I will lead you to new horizons.
Warren Disappears as the crowd disperses. The youths follow suit and head back to the alley with chills and goosebumps traveling down their spines.
Youth One: I told you it was different.
Robina Hood-casualty of war
I broke into the scene in 2011. With a tag partner and a chip on my shoulder I made waves in the APW that have yet to be matched. All eyes were on Warren Peace. The interest escalated when I left partner for dead in the middle of the ring and peaked when I won the tag team titles on my own.
Then not long after that I lost the titles. I was one man outnumbered every match. It was bound to happen and not a loss that I took to heart. Rather it was time to make the same impact in singles competition.
And that impact never came to fruition. And since my return this is the only thing any of my opponents ever seem to focus on. They for some reason or another be it inherent laziness or they just don't take this competition quite as seriously as I do to actually research the man they are pitted against.
And because of this since the first day I stepped back through these doors I have been written off as some, not quite of a has been whose moment has come and gone.
I have gone out there to that ring every week and poured every once of my being into this competition and despite earning the number one contenders position for the North American championship, as I promised I would. I can't help but get the feeling that I am still not being taken seriously as the competitor that I am.
While doing my research I came across an advertisement for this weeks meltdown that read
Robina is desperate to prove herself as a top player in the North American Title hunt, while Warren aims to prove that he's more than earned his spot.
It is uncanny just how true this description of our upcoming match truly is. That isn't just some brilliant hype to suck you people into the drama of a performance, it is the truth stated boldly.
Every competitor wants to be the best. Every wrestler thinks that they are perfect and deserving of championship matches. Robina has had an aggravating path. being forced into tag team matches that she was outspoken about.Her path has been rocky and she is desperate, with something to prove.
The only problem is you are facing me, and that kid who broke into the scene almost two years ago creating shock waves is back. and that chip on my shoulder is even worse than when I debuted. because I am a proven commodity this time around and I am still being questioned week in and week out.
People are still under the belief that I am some struggling inexperienced kid with daddy issues and a silly sense of entitlement. I understand that this company is big. Three shows and a lot of megastars all of whom are vying to be the top dog.
Unlike everyone else I am not out for entertainment. I am out for change. I don't distract you with lights and pyro and I don't awe anyone with a flashy move set.
I don't claim to be perfect, I am far from it. I have lost matches and I sure as hell will never be what the public wants in a megastar. What I am however, is the wrestler that this company needs.
To restore honor to this cesspool of a profession. For the children desperately in need of role models with better morals and codes of conduct than what is offered in our company.
Robina, you may just be the 'perfect megastar', but all that does is make you the perfect target and casualty of my revolution. People like you feed the machine and only generate more negativity surrounding the squared circle.
You're path has not been as smooth as you would like here, and you are surely out to make a statement. getting a win on the number one contender for the north American championship would certainly up your stock in the company.
I want to wish you good luck on your journey, but I need you to know that the only way to defeat me is to make me a martyr. There is nothing that you could possibly do that can make me stray away from the path of the righteous.
The Peace Corps is growing daily, and with growing support we are nearly ready to destroy the machine and restore power to the people. It will hurt me deeply to put a woman down, but anyone who steps into the path of our tanks will be run down promptly.
This includes you too Mannie. Last week you had your eyes on the action, flapping your gums. This week you are going to be a little closer to the action. Can you handle the fire fight? Can you handle being in the ring with me?
I don't think you have much faith in yourself, otherwise you wouldn't be so keen on being so close to me. You are afraid, and rightfully so because I am a blitzkrieg raid coming for that title and before you know it, you will be left in a pile of rubble and that championship will be around my waist.
I look forward to seeing the both of you this Monday, as I usher my revolution, and we trample on your bodies.
The bitter cold winds are leaving us with the reminder that winter isn't quite finished with the city just yet. The sky is a dull gray with scattered clouds cascading about like ghosts stranded in desolation. Just days prior a storm of freezing rain left the exterior setting covered in a slick frozen sheet.
You could literally skate on the grass if you were so inclined to. We see a small group of youth, teenagers pushing adulthood in the legal sense, slipping and sliding as they walk down the cemented sidewalk. A large chain link fence surrounding a broken down basketball court is behind them. The rims of the hoops are all bent and their chains are hanging askew.
They continue traveling down the main drag of town, passing several beat up Oldsmobile vehicles and a Cadillac that has certainly seen better days. Even the churches look near abandoned and the bars look more like crack dens with busted up signs advertising that they do indeed carry squirt products.
Youth one: No no no, dude this is gonna be different.
Youth two: That's what you said about the last rally you brought us too.
Youth Three: Yeah, and that was basically just some deprived hipsters botching about the tea party. You said that was gonna be cool.
Youth two: It wasn't...at all.
Youth One: yeah, yeah I know. And the two of you are never going to stop reminding me about the bleeding heart hipster rally. Sorry, that was my mistake. The ad said it was gonna be cool.
Youth three: Of course their ad is going to over sell their stupid rally, otherwise no one would have gone.
Youth Two, yeah we could have gotten the same mumbo jumbo at Starbucks, and at least had free wifi.
Youth One: This dude is different man.
Youth Two: We will see.
Youth One: Trust me, I can't explain it, but I know. This is different. It's the real deal. It just makes sense.
They turn left and enter a frightening alley. The brick buildings are falling apart, windows shattered by rocks thrown years ago, side panels and window seals are decaying chunks of rubbish. Everything seems to be tagged by the numerous street gangs who lay claim to the territory.
The youths are entirely unfazed by it all and continue traveling down the icy, torn down brick road. Soon they come upon and old school house, shut down ages ago and long forgotten and they knock on the door.
The door opens from within, about an inch or two, and voice is heard from within.
Voice: Password?
Youth One: Peace corps.
The door opens further allowing them to gain access and enter the corridor. The man behind the voice points them in the right direction ans suddenly they find themselves in the cafeteria immersed by many other interested auditors who have converged here like some punk rock militia.
There is a man, not much older than the average age of the audience members standing before the, not above them on a stage or toadstool, but with them walking about. We recognize him to be Warren Peace
Warren: Who here is frustrated? You wouldn't have gone through the trouble to be here tonight if you weren't. I am, in every sense of daily life I am progressively more frustrated. How many of you walked here today?
I did the cost of gasoline is close to five dollars a gallon and it appears that it will only be getting more expensive as twenty thirteen rolls on. Anyone else tired of paying the same price for a gallon milk as well? I sure as hell am. Have you ever taken the time to calculate what you pay for your cereal, per bowl that is. It is unreal.
Yet, a few months ago during election season it was touted by the powers that be that our economy was ready to boom to greater heights, and return to "normal". Now there are budget cuts leading to mass job loses and people like you and me are all being left to our devices to feed and cloth our families.
I grew up down the street, by the playground on First street. Locals know the one I am talking about, it is usually scattered with syringes and other kid friendly and disease spreading paraphernalia.
My father was non existent. Calling him a sperm donor would be giving him too much credit, and my mother despite being uneducated fought my entire life to provide for me. sometimes working three jobs at a time.
Sound familiar? I bet most maybe all of you can say the same. And while we struggle and fight tooth and nail just to make it for the day we are constantly harassed by police officers just so they can get their monthly quota. Because it is easier for them to pick on us than to actually take the time to serve and protect, as they are sworn to do.
No they would rather attack us for bleep and giggles and when they have had their fill of amusement they take off down to that little playground on first street and conduct business with the junkie scum.
You all have gathered here because you recognize the sad and pitiful state that this nation is in and believe it is only going to get worse. Unless people like us unite.
Believe me, there is a war coming. You can measure the levels of unrest because it rumbles like tectonic plates creating earthquakes. There hasn't been a week gone by since the dawn of the new year that hasn't been deconstructed with the news of a school shooting or public massacre.
The sad thing is that these 'maniacs' as the media call them probably started out as concerned citizens, just like us. Who had no other way to deal with the anxiety and hardships that we are faced with.
So the go off the deep end and take out the wrong people, innocent people and instead of bringing down the machine that creates the maniacs they only feed it, more and more fuel to add to the growing fire.
Christopher Dorner was a concerned citizen and a good cop. A man with principles and moral structure and his dedication to these things caused him to lose his job and when his back was against the wall he struck.
That is revolution. Had he been a little more calculated and precise, aiming only at the right enemies instead of innocents he could still be out there today waging his war with the support of an army.
But where these "maniacs" fail. I will succeed because I have the presence of mind and wherewithal to separate right and wrong. Unlike others I don't promise perfection, because such a utopian philosophy is foolish and truly impossible to obtain.
Those who promise perfection will always fail, for their followers and themselves. I don't claim to be perfect rather I admit to be a deeply flawed individual, but with out these flaws I would not have taken the time to analyze the condition of our people.
Without my flaws I couldn't fix the sad state of affairs that we have fallen victim to. And if you join me in the fight, you too can help save the world. Do you have the strength and gumption to admit that you are a flawed individual and work to change for the better? To save the world?
Take some time and think about it. The lengths that you are willing to travel for the betterment of mankind, and come back here in one week. I will be waiting same time, same place for your answer. And to those brave enough to weather the storm I will lead you to new horizons.
Warren Disappears as the crowd disperses. The youths follow suit and head back to the alley with chills and goosebumps traveling down their spines.
Youth One: I told you it was different.
Robina Hood-casualty of war
I broke into the scene in 2011. With a tag partner and a chip on my shoulder I made waves in the APW that have yet to be matched. All eyes were on Warren Peace. The interest escalated when I left partner for dead in the middle of the ring and peaked when I won the tag team titles on my own.
Then not long after that I lost the titles. I was one man outnumbered every match. It was bound to happen and not a loss that I took to heart. Rather it was time to make the same impact in singles competition.
And that impact never came to fruition. And since my return this is the only thing any of my opponents ever seem to focus on. They for some reason or another be it inherent laziness or they just don't take this competition quite as seriously as I do to actually research the man they are pitted against.
And because of this since the first day I stepped back through these doors I have been written off as some, not quite of a has been whose moment has come and gone.
I have gone out there to that ring every week and poured every once of my being into this competition and despite earning the number one contenders position for the North American championship, as I promised I would. I can't help but get the feeling that I am still not being taken seriously as the competitor that I am.
While doing my research I came across an advertisement for this weeks meltdown that read
Robina is desperate to prove herself as a top player in the North American Title hunt, while Warren aims to prove that he's more than earned his spot.
It is uncanny just how true this description of our upcoming match truly is. That isn't just some brilliant hype to suck you people into the drama of a performance, it is the truth stated boldly.
Every competitor wants to be the best. Every wrestler thinks that they are perfect and deserving of championship matches. Robina has had an aggravating path. being forced into tag team matches that she was outspoken about.Her path has been rocky and she is desperate, with something to prove.
The only problem is you are facing me, and that kid who broke into the scene almost two years ago creating shock waves is back. and that chip on my shoulder is even worse than when I debuted. because I am a proven commodity this time around and I am still being questioned week in and week out.
People are still under the belief that I am some struggling inexperienced kid with daddy issues and a silly sense of entitlement. I understand that this company is big. Three shows and a lot of megastars all of whom are vying to be the top dog.
Unlike everyone else I am not out for entertainment. I am out for change. I don't distract you with lights and pyro and I don't awe anyone with a flashy move set.
I don't claim to be perfect, I am far from it. I have lost matches and I sure as hell will never be what the public wants in a megastar. What I am however, is the wrestler that this company needs.
To restore honor to this cesspool of a profession. For the children desperately in need of role models with better morals and codes of conduct than what is offered in our company.
Robina, you may just be the 'perfect megastar', but all that does is make you the perfect target and casualty of my revolution. People like you feed the machine and only generate more negativity surrounding the squared circle.
You're path has not been as smooth as you would like here, and you are surely out to make a statement. getting a win on the number one contender for the north American championship would certainly up your stock in the company.
I want to wish you good luck on your journey, but I need you to know that the only way to defeat me is to make me a martyr. There is nothing that you could possibly do that can make me stray away from the path of the righteous.
The Peace Corps is growing daily, and with growing support we are nearly ready to destroy the machine and restore power to the people. It will hurt me deeply to put a woman down, but anyone who steps into the path of our tanks will be run down promptly.
This includes you too Mannie. Last week you had your eyes on the action, flapping your gums. This week you are going to be a little closer to the action. Can you handle the fire fight? Can you handle being in the ring with me?
I don't think you have much faith in yourself, otherwise you wouldn't be so keen on being so close to me. You are afraid, and rightfully so because I am a blitzkrieg raid coming for that title and before you know it, you will be left in a pile of rubble and that championship will be around my waist.
I look forward to seeing the both of you this Monday, as I usher my revolution, and we trample on your bodies.
