Post by warrenpeace on Mar 23, 2013 1:16:30 GMT -4
That damn groundhog promised an early spring but sure enough a winter storm has been roaming the area. The city of Pittsburgh still remains a bitter cold exoskeleton. A weaker city like new York, or Cincinnati would all but come to a halt, but the people of Pittsburgh are a dying breed. Blue collar work horses would be a misjudging understatement to describe the city of Black and Gold.
It's commonplace to refer to this magnificent city as the city of champions. If you had to ask why, then you must be from out of town. Way out of town. The Pittsburgh steelers, the greatest club in the history of the NFL, the winnigest team in the championship superbowl. they hold more trophies than any other club.
although the Pittsburgh Penguins have much less victories in the Stanley cup finals, they do have three and for a young team it's impressive to say the very least. When you take into account that Sydney Crosby, Evgeni Malkin, Kris Kunitz, James Neal and the flower Marc-André Fleury are the best players in the world and choose to play for the prestigious Penguins it's easy to understand why it is they are so highly decorated.
You may be wondering, what any of this has to do with Action Packed Wrestling. This is the birthplace of your North American champion, Warren Peace. And to help prepare him for his huge rasslemania debut he has hoped on a flight from Canada to revisit the city of champions.
His are are shut tightly. Lips ajar over his clenched teeth. It had been a while, and he didn't remember this hurting quite so much. Although the buzzing in his ear brought him peace and tranquility as it always has.
The pinching, vibrating and buzzing all come to a stop as the tattoo artist lifts his foot off of the pedal to dip the needle back into an ink cap. Warren opens his and watches him carefully. The needle sucks up the ink and the artist goes back to work.
He has been on the chair for about for a few hours. Finally getting his neck tattooed. One side there is a finished spartan. The other a portrait of Buddha. A symbol, not of bi polar tendencies, but of the values that Warren holds near and dear to his heart. War and Peace. Neither one can exist without the other.
He canvases the walls carefully staring at the various artwork pinned against the wood grain panels. Between every dragon, tribal, flower, lion, shark etc are pictures of Warren Peace some, candid shots with his the artist who is a long time friend and others are in ring action shots.
There is a recent one that brings a large smile. A studio shot of Warren with the North American championship, taken a day after winning the belt from Young Mannie. The tattoo artist notices Warren looking at the framed photo.
Artist: That's my favorite picture of them all.
Warren: I do look pretty damn ravishing if I don't say so myself.
He said sarcastically.
Artist: No man, I mean it I really do like it.
Warren:Why? It's just a hokey picture. Hell taking it kind of made me fell like a poser.
Artist: Why do you say that?
Warren: It felt so phony. Like I am just standing there with the belt in front of a silly backdrop, lights and some douchebag with big camera telling me to pose. It was just a weird phony thing.
artist: So what man. You know why I like that picture so much because it is basically one big middle finger. It's validation dude. You went out there, told them exactly what you were going to do and then you did it. It was all your way. You set the terms and you weren't taking crap or playing by any one elses rules. You won that championship and you did it your way. I love it man. I looke at that picture and I think of the Ramones going into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. They were outsiders, but deserved to be there more than just about anyone else for their revolution. You're basically the Ramones.
Warren: You know I have to admit that is probably the nicest thing anybody has ever said to me, and yeah I guess when you put it like that I can kind of start to dig the photo.
Artist: I love it, and the second I saw it online I knew I had to print it out and get it up on that wall right next to all of the gnarly tattoo designs. Because that ethos is exactly the kind of chi I want to have in this shop.
Warren: Well that's always been my attitude about things. DIY, do it yourself. I never asked for, or waited around for any handouts. When you want something its up to you take it. No one is just gonna give you bread even if you're starving to death.
Artist: Always been my motto. But really man it's nice to see someone get out of the streets and actually make something of themselves. It's especially nice to see it happen to one of my best friends.
Warren: You know I appreciate that, but you're selling yourself short.
Artist: This is a tiny rinky dink operation in the low rent part of the city. I have people trying to trade ink for food stamps on a daily basis. don't make this out to be something that it's not.
Warren: well no you certainly are not Miami Ink.
they share a quick and albeit awkward laugh before the tattoo artist pinches the needle down on Warrens skin just a little too hard.
Artist: Just do me a favor man. Because we are watching. Everyone one of us, don't forget about that either. Just don't quit. Don't give up. Even when you eventually lose that title, don't let it stop you from going on to bigger things.
I mean in the meantime you need to get your ass back on the road to Rasslemania and destroy that ladder match and keep that belt, but keep your head high, don't get distracted with looking back down at us.
Warren nods his head as his friend continues with the advice. Soon his tattoo is complete. They shake hands and pull each other into a quick hug and then Warren is out of the door jogging through the streets. Snow falling, ears freezing in the bitter cold. he had a match to prepare for and plane to catch
We are in a large room, possibly a larger warehouse. All is dark except for a stuttering light on the rafters. There is a glimmer, something is hanging beneath it. We zoom in close and as we move the light regains it's strength. Rather than flickering it casts a steady stream of light.
Now we see the North American championship is hanging just below the spotlight. It shines down to the very nameplate which is etched with Warren's name.
We continue the travel below the dangling title belt. Underneath is the top of a ladder. We pan downward slowly, focusing on each rung of the ladder. There are footsteps that which grow louder and louder. Once we finally come to the bottom of the ladder Warren Peace walks into the frame. The other lights in the warehouse are turned on and we pan back so that Warren and the ladder are both in focus.
Warren has an M-65 military issue jacket on and is in his wrestling gear. He goes to speak, but stops abruptly aiming to choose his words very wisely. he kneels down so that the bottom rung of the ladder is near his chest.
warren: Everyone starts at the bottom. You'll find yourself climbing many "ladders" in life and each and every time you have to start here.
He rubs the bottom rung of the ladder, petting it like a dog.
warren: This is the first step and sometimes willing yourself to take it can be deceptively easy. Because as you try to take another step up, you find that it's slightly more difficult than the last.
he continues to pet each rung as his speech continues. Using body language to express the the importance of climbing the rungs.
warren:For as many ladders as there are in life there are twice as many people who fail to reach the top of their respective climb. So few ever grace the top and when they do they realize that there are even more obstacles ahead. So few ever truly succeed in their journey.
My journey began several years ago in the streets of Pittsburgh Pennsylvania. The first rung that I ever had to climb was getting through life without a father. The second rung was learning to cope and fend for myself because my mother was always working to afford our food and pay the rent.
The third was the decision to become a professional wrestler, and the fourth was actually training and making my way here to Action Packed wrestling.
On the day that my signature was penned above the dotted line I reached the top of that first ladder. And after I took the time to reflect on just far I had come, just how high I truly was in comparison to my first rung...And then I looked up and found my new ladder, and I had to start climbing all over again.
Tearing the tag division apart systematically was the first attempt. It was easier than I had first imagined so I set my sights higher. leaving my incompetent partner behind and winning the tag team championships on my own was one more step above.
Warren has climbed up the ladder, only a few rungs. he put his hands halfway to the top of the black ladder.
warren: And right when I thought that it couldn't get any easier to ascend to the top, I started hitting road blocks. Before I knew it I had fallen, and I couldn't catch myself and my promising career began to slip away, and so did I.
If you blinked you missed me falling and settle back in at the bottom. Like so many others I nestled up where I was, hoping to convince myself that I was comfortable with where I was.
For a while it worked, but I couldn't ignore my drive forever. And one day I finally summoned the strength to once again take that next step and continue my journey upward and onward.
So I made my return to Action Packed Wrestling. Each and every week that I have competed on Meltdown I have continued to climb the ladder, kicking, scratching, and clawing my way.
There have been a few missteps, but I unlike my first run as a singles competitor I have not faltered and continued the ascend. After months of competition I had finally edged my way nearly to the top.
All I had to do was win the North American championship. In what can only be described a hard fought I defeated Young Mannie and took my place at the top of the meltdown ladder.
Warren has climbed the ladder and is casually sitting on the very top rung, the championship dangles next his face.
And just like before I have been sitting here at the top looking down in reflection. And I wish the view as a little prettier, and I wish that I could say that it's all that I ever imagined, but it's not.
Because as I look down I am watching seven other wrestlers climbing the same ladder, kicking, clawing, fighting desperately and they are coming for me.
And as I look above I see the next ladder, the next journey, but before I can make my way to it's first rung I have to make sure that I remain at the top here on Meltdown and in order to do that I have defend myself against seven of the most talented wrestlers on the meltdown brand.
taking one out of any of my seven opponents and competing one on one would be hard enough, but to face all seven in a ladder match, at the biggest event of our sport. That's a lot of pressure.
A lesser man may teeter and fall, facing each and every rung one last time before hitting the bottom. But I am Warren Peace. The face of the revolution. two thousand and elevens rising star and the defending North American champion.
I come from Pittsburgh, the city of black and gold, the city of champions and one day soon enough my name will forever be in the same league as the Mario Lemieux's the Sydney Crosby's the Ben Rothlisbergers, Terry Bradhsaw's.
I come from the hardest working city in the world and the steel city breeds a higher class of champion. And not only do I represent the steel city, I am the face of a much larger community of individuals who look to me for answers.
I called for a revolution and with each passing week you, the people have invited me into your circles of trust. You have put your faith in me. believing that I could not only climb to the top of this ladder, but remain here until our demands have been met.
Despite the stiff competition I have no doubt in my mind that this time next week I will be still be the North American champion.
He stands up and reaches out, unhooking the championship from its clasps.
At my Rasslemania debut I will make history in more ways than one. Seven ways to be exact as I knock each and every one of my opponents back down to rung number one. and as they wallow at the bottom I will raise my championship title in the air and roar the battle cry of a spartan, and continue to lead our revolution as the North American champion.
warren raises the belt into the air and then pulls it in close to his heart.
Warren: And there is nothing that any of you can do about, so get comfy and nestle yourself in really nice, because as long as I have this title, none of you will ever make it to the top.
I'll see you at rasslemania
we pan back out until fading to black.
It's commonplace to refer to this magnificent city as the city of champions. If you had to ask why, then you must be from out of town. Way out of town. The Pittsburgh steelers, the greatest club in the history of the NFL, the winnigest team in the championship superbowl. they hold more trophies than any other club.
although the Pittsburgh Penguins have much less victories in the Stanley cup finals, they do have three and for a young team it's impressive to say the very least. When you take into account that Sydney Crosby, Evgeni Malkin, Kris Kunitz, James Neal and the flower Marc-André Fleury are the best players in the world and choose to play for the prestigious Penguins it's easy to understand why it is they are so highly decorated.
You may be wondering, what any of this has to do with Action Packed Wrestling. This is the birthplace of your North American champion, Warren Peace. And to help prepare him for his huge rasslemania debut he has hoped on a flight from Canada to revisit the city of champions.
His are are shut tightly. Lips ajar over his clenched teeth. It had been a while, and he didn't remember this hurting quite so much. Although the buzzing in his ear brought him peace and tranquility as it always has.
The pinching, vibrating and buzzing all come to a stop as the tattoo artist lifts his foot off of the pedal to dip the needle back into an ink cap. Warren opens his and watches him carefully. The needle sucks up the ink and the artist goes back to work.
He has been on the chair for about for a few hours. Finally getting his neck tattooed. One side there is a finished spartan. The other a portrait of Buddha. A symbol, not of bi polar tendencies, but of the values that Warren holds near and dear to his heart. War and Peace. Neither one can exist without the other.
He canvases the walls carefully staring at the various artwork pinned against the wood grain panels. Between every dragon, tribal, flower, lion, shark etc are pictures of Warren Peace some, candid shots with his the artist who is a long time friend and others are in ring action shots.
There is a recent one that brings a large smile. A studio shot of Warren with the North American championship, taken a day after winning the belt from Young Mannie. The tattoo artist notices Warren looking at the framed photo.
Artist: That's my favorite picture of them all.
Warren: I do look pretty damn ravishing if I don't say so myself.
He said sarcastically.
Artist: No man, I mean it I really do like it.
Warren:Why? It's just a hokey picture. Hell taking it kind of made me fell like a poser.
Artist: Why do you say that?
Warren: It felt so phony. Like I am just standing there with the belt in front of a silly backdrop, lights and some douchebag with big camera telling me to pose. It was just a weird phony thing.
artist: So what man. You know why I like that picture so much because it is basically one big middle finger. It's validation dude. You went out there, told them exactly what you were going to do and then you did it. It was all your way. You set the terms and you weren't taking crap or playing by any one elses rules. You won that championship and you did it your way. I love it man. I looke at that picture and I think of the Ramones going into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. They were outsiders, but deserved to be there more than just about anyone else for their revolution. You're basically the Ramones.
Warren: You know I have to admit that is probably the nicest thing anybody has ever said to me, and yeah I guess when you put it like that I can kind of start to dig the photo.
Artist: I love it, and the second I saw it online I knew I had to print it out and get it up on that wall right next to all of the gnarly tattoo designs. Because that ethos is exactly the kind of chi I want to have in this shop.
Warren: Well that's always been my attitude about things. DIY, do it yourself. I never asked for, or waited around for any handouts. When you want something its up to you take it. No one is just gonna give you bread even if you're starving to death.
Artist: Always been my motto. But really man it's nice to see someone get out of the streets and actually make something of themselves. It's especially nice to see it happen to one of my best friends.
Warren: You know I appreciate that, but you're selling yourself short.
Artist: This is a tiny rinky dink operation in the low rent part of the city. I have people trying to trade ink for food stamps on a daily basis. don't make this out to be something that it's not.
Warren: well no you certainly are not Miami Ink.
they share a quick and albeit awkward laugh before the tattoo artist pinches the needle down on Warrens skin just a little too hard.
Artist: Just do me a favor man. Because we are watching. Everyone one of us, don't forget about that either. Just don't quit. Don't give up. Even when you eventually lose that title, don't let it stop you from going on to bigger things.
I mean in the meantime you need to get your ass back on the road to Rasslemania and destroy that ladder match and keep that belt, but keep your head high, don't get distracted with looking back down at us.
Warren nods his head as his friend continues with the advice. Soon his tattoo is complete. They shake hands and pull each other into a quick hug and then Warren is out of the door jogging through the streets. Snow falling, ears freezing in the bitter cold. he had a match to prepare for and plane to catch
We are in a large room, possibly a larger warehouse. All is dark except for a stuttering light on the rafters. There is a glimmer, something is hanging beneath it. We zoom in close and as we move the light regains it's strength. Rather than flickering it casts a steady stream of light.
Now we see the North American championship is hanging just below the spotlight. It shines down to the very nameplate which is etched with Warren's name.
We continue the travel below the dangling title belt. Underneath is the top of a ladder. We pan downward slowly, focusing on each rung of the ladder. There are footsteps that which grow louder and louder. Once we finally come to the bottom of the ladder Warren Peace walks into the frame. The other lights in the warehouse are turned on and we pan back so that Warren and the ladder are both in focus.
Warren has an M-65 military issue jacket on and is in his wrestling gear. He goes to speak, but stops abruptly aiming to choose his words very wisely. he kneels down so that the bottom rung of the ladder is near his chest.
warren: Everyone starts at the bottom. You'll find yourself climbing many "ladders" in life and each and every time you have to start here.
He rubs the bottom rung of the ladder, petting it like a dog.
warren: This is the first step and sometimes willing yourself to take it can be deceptively easy. Because as you try to take another step up, you find that it's slightly more difficult than the last.
he continues to pet each rung as his speech continues. Using body language to express the the importance of climbing the rungs.
warren:For as many ladders as there are in life there are twice as many people who fail to reach the top of their respective climb. So few ever grace the top and when they do they realize that there are even more obstacles ahead. So few ever truly succeed in their journey.
My journey began several years ago in the streets of Pittsburgh Pennsylvania. The first rung that I ever had to climb was getting through life without a father. The second rung was learning to cope and fend for myself because my mother was always working to afford our food and pay the rent.
The third was the decision to become a professional wrestler, and the fourth was actually training and making my way here to Action Packed wrestling.
On the day that my signature was penned above the dotted line I reached the top of that first ladder. And after I took the time to reflect on just far I had come, just how high I truly was in comparison to my first rung...And then I looked up and found my new ladder, and I had to start climbing all over again.
Tearing the tag division apart systematically was the first attempt. It was easier than I had first imagined so I set my sights higher. leaving my incompetent partner behind and winning the tag team championships on my own was one more step above.
Warren has climbed up the ladder, only a few rungs. he put his hands halfway to the top of the black ladder.
warren: And right when I thought that it couldn't get any easier to ascend to the top, I started hitting road blocks. Before I knew it I had fallen, and I couldn't catch myself and my promising career began to slip away, and so did I.
If you blinked you missed me falling and settle back in at the bottom. Like so many others I nestled up where I was, hoping to convince myself that I was comfortable with where I was.
For a while it worked, but I couldn't ignore my drive forever. And one day I finally summoned the strength to once again take that next step and continue my journey upward and onward.
So I made my return to Action Packed Wrestling. Each and every week that I have competed on Meltdown I have continued to climb the ladder, kicking, scratching, and clawing my way.
There have been a few missteps, but I unlike my first run as a singles competitor I have not faltered and continued the ascend. After months of competition I had finally edged my way nearly to the top.
All I had to do was win the North American championship. In what can only be described a hard fought I defeated Young Mannie and took my place at the top of the meltdown ladder.
Warren has climbed the ladder and is casually sitting on the very top rung, the championship dangles next his face.
And just like before I have been sitting here at the top looking down in reflection. And I wish the view as a little prettier, and I wish that I could say that it's all that I ever imagined, but it's not.
Because as I look down I am watching seven other wrestlers climbing the same ladder, kicking, clawing, fighting desperately and they are coming for me.
And as I look above I see the next ladder, the next journey, but before I can make my way to it's first rung I have to make sure that I remain at the top here on Meltdown and in order to do that I have defend myself against seven of the most talented wrestlers on the meltdown brand.
taking one out of any of my seven opponents and competing one on one would be hard enough, but to face all seven in a ladder match, at the biggest event of our sport. That's a lot of pressure.
A lesser man may teeter and fall, facing each and every rung one last time before hitting the bottom. But I am Warren Peace. The face of the revolution. two thousand and elevens rising star and the defending North American champion.
I come from Pittsburgh, the city of black and gold, the city of champions and one day soon enough my name will forever be in the same league as the Mario Lemieux's the Sydney Crosby's the Ben Rothlisbergers, Terry Bradhsaw's.
I come from the hardest working city in the world and the steel city breeds a higher class of champion. And not only do I represent the steel city, I am the face of a much larger community of individuals who look to me for answers.
I called for a revolution and with each passing week you, the people have invited me into your circles of trust. You have put your faith in me. believing that I could not only climb to the top of this ladder, but remain here until our demands have been met.
Despite the stiff competition I have no doubt in my mind that this time next week I will be still be the North American champion.
He stands up and reaches out, unhooking the championship from its clasps.
At my Rasslemania debut I will make history in more ways than one. Seven ways to be exact as I knock each and every one of my opponents back down to rung number one. and as they wallow at the bottom I will raise my championship title in the air and roar the battle cry of a spartan, and continue to lead our revolution as the North American champion.
warren raises the belt into the air and then pulls it in close to his heart.
Warren: And there is nothing that any of you can do about, so get comfy and nestle yourself in really nice, because as long as I have this title, none of you will ever make it to the top.
I'll see you at rasslemania
we pan back out until fading to black.
