Post by warrenpeace on Mar 23, 2013 19:24:32 GMT -4
The drums of war are pounding and the air is sucked away and suffocated by the monotonous pounding of sticks on a canvas. Trumpets are raised and the crowd of people who have flocked to the stage before them are droning them out with their screaming voices. These people are not phased by the cold weather in Toronto, not that they would allow themselves to be bothered. Everyone of these people, fans of the APW, have traveled the globe over to witness Rasslemania, and their hero Warren Peace go to war for them.
The dedicated following erupt even louder when Warren walks out on stage. He is bundled up and wearing his M-65 military jacket for warmth. As he reaches center stage a large screen is risen behind him. He soaks in the adulation of his followers for a minute or two and the raises his hands in the air calling for silence, and like clockwork it is suddenly so quiet the sounds made by the birds migrating back north can be heard in the still air.
Warren grabs a cordless microphone from out of the pocket of his olive green jacket and taps it, making sure that it was ready to amplify his message. It cracks loudly at the snap of his finger and he raises the microphone to his lips and speaks.
Warren Peace: Before I say or do anything up here on this stage I need to thank you all. Each and every one of you are responsible for my standing here today. A one man revolution never really goes that far, and I sincerely believe that all of my accomplishments this year would never have occurred without your support.
It's not easy to stand up for what you believe in, especially when you are surrounded by so many tyrants who are demanding that we fall in line and harass us. To be called crazy idealist, or ridiculous fundamentalist, and be spit at by the masses for having a set of codes and moral fibers isn't easy.
We are vilified for asking for change, and as much as they machine hates me it really despises you. because without you than there is no Warren Peace. So thank you, without you none of this is possible. And we have overcome a lot and made incredible headway in our journey. And we are still on a very clear and defined path, we have not gotten lost along the way and there are still many obstacles ahead of us.
You, you have all done your part. You have pledged an allegiance and by standing here in these cold temperatures, voicing your support for me you have a major role on our success. Never sell yourselves short, and never falter. No matter what the opposition throws at you. Don't stop believing. Because a belief, can carry you much farther than conforming.
Now moving on to the purpose of this gathering. I have called upon you, and these television cameras so that I could make a state of the union address. As your North American champion it is my duty, and privilege to address my match at rasslemania, in front of you the Action packed Wrestling fans.
I can admit to you all that I am a little shaken. This is the largest the battlefield that I have ever had to brave. The grand scheme of this event is as hallowed ground as a professional wrestler can come upon, and it would take a freak of nature, or someone severely lacking any notion of passion to not feel it.
I can feel "it", my skin is tingling, my stomach is quivering with butterflies and my bones are cold and, no that has nothing to do with the frigid Canadian weather. It has everything to do with the fact that I am inundated with passion.
And festering there with that passion is the understanding that this could be my last day as North American champion. The odds are stacked against me, and not only do I have to climb a ladder to retain my championship, I have to climb over the bodies of seven other wrestlers who are all hungry and craving for the North American championship.
I may as well be dropped into a pit of starving hyena wearing suit of raw meat. I am far from stupid and the severity of my situation is not lost on me. I wouldn't be standing here as a champion right now if I were that ignorant. My nerves are a little shaken, I am jitterbugging at the mission ahead.
But it is equally as important for my opposition to not confuse that for fear. I am shaken by the excitement of our match, and not for fear of the outcome. I wouldn't be much of a warrior if I were afraid to do battle and I wouldn't be much of a leader if I couldn't make an analysis of a situation and prepare for the outcome.
If anyone actually believes that I am afraid of what may happen tomorrow night than they are as crazy and delusional as they claim my ideology to be. I am only afraid of one thing, and that's spiders. And since none of my opponents have eight legs and sixteen eyes, than we can all move past this idea that I am afraid of this match.
There are seven megastars who are looking to capitalize on this ladder match, some of those stars burn brighter than the others, but that doesn't discredit the fact that everyone has a fair opportunity in winning the championship.
Now to the seven other competitors I will now speak directly to you. Far be it from to go into a match without the proper promotion after all we have a match to sell don't we? And I have a bit that I want to get off of my chest.
Warren mimics a gun with his free hand. The audience cheers at the notion.
Warren Peace Cid Phoenix, You seem alright to me in the Simple Jack kind of way. You're very full of yourself, and because of past successes you have been filled with overconfidence. had you gone about this whole thing differently you may have been a somewhat likeable guy, but flapping your gums about your past, defunct feds that couldn't cut it is the embodiment of going full retard and when you ultimately fail to accomplish your goal of "once again becoming a North American Champion" I am going to laugh in your face and send you back to that grave yard federation.
Let's get something straight Cid. This is Action Packed Wrestling, and you are competing at rasslemania. The biggest and most important stage that this industry has to offer. You are competing against the best competition a guy like you could ever dream of. And your are chasing THE ONLY North American championship that matters, but unfortunately for you, just like the title will be raised above us at mania, it's lineage will remain far and above you Cid.
But even though a guy like you doesn't have a chance in hell in beating me, or the six other opponents in front of you, it's not all going to be a loss. Because you're going to learn a lesson in respect and if you know what's good for you, you'll leave the past in the past and work for a better future in the APW.
And speaking of teaching a lesson in respect, next we have Robina Hood. Is it just me or does this brit chick come of a little manly? Are we sure there's not a dude hidden under that cloak rolling around with the merry men?
In my experience Robina Hood is a clusterbleep of unconfidence, and self awareness of her lack of abilities. I don't know maybe that's just a chick thing, but the fact that you openly start your promo second guessing yourself is a prelude to your chances in this match.
But regardless of all of that it is true that Robina Hood is responsible for some of the very few pin fall losses that I have suffered since my return to APW. I am going to ignore Survive and Conquer because the fact of the matter is I didn't even know I was booked, it was almost as if I wasn't even there that night.
I am more concerned with with a your victory over me a few weeks ago. Robina I don't care if you were in league with Young Mannie or not. The fact remains that you were on an embarrassing losing streak. After weeks of begging people backstage for advice you finally decided to cheat to win.
You used a set of brass knuckles and you stole a victory. Now you justify it by making reference to some fictional wrestler of "Regal" gimmick. Robina you would do well to keep your head in the real world and worry more about the REAL wrestlers here in APW, than maybe you wouldn't be the living embodiment of desperation. You cheated an finally got your win, but it was hollow because one week after, I won the North American Championship, and to be frank of all the people in this match you deserve to be here less than anyone else.
A person like you has no business being in a championship match but I will take this opportunity to take my revenge on you for your little bitch cheating ways. You wanna play Robin Hood, than I am Richard the Lionhearted and you will kneel before me as your king.
The Scotsman, Evan Mcdonald is considered to be a wild card in this match due to the fact that he was added abruptly as a replacement Dalhia. Although we have yet to hear from him since his addition to the match and because of that I have to assume that he has either gone into full beast mode and is out in the wilderness drinking goat urine to prepare for this match or maybe he realized he bit off more than he can chew.
Evan, you're talented enough to be chosen as a replacement for this match so I suppose that should give you at least some confidence...I really do hate to repeat myself like this, but you have no shot at winning this belt and you don't belong. Just Que the bagpipes to play your dying song, as you be slain like the rest.
Amy Zing is a real blue chipper and she has had many adversities since her Meltdown debut. She was chasing Young Mannie before I ever got a chance to and rightfully so. I think very few remember this, it is kind of a small blimp on the radar in the grand scheme of things, but Amy was the first person to pin me after my return. It was well earned, and I am not crying foul, but I do want to make it clear to her that I have never forgotten it.
So she moved on from that and was fighting the corruption of Young Mannie and the corrupt general managers on Meltdown She's been fired, re hired, she even beat Sienna, but you know what? throughout her entire journey she couldn't defeat Young Mannie for the title when things really mattered. She couldn't get the job done, but I did.
She honestly believes that her entire journey has led to this match where she will climb the ladder and claim the championship as her own. man what a story that would be to tell your grandchildren. After all of the ups and downs, trials and tribulations that you finally won the North American Championship at Rasslemania. What a Rasslemaina moment that would be?
But it's not going to happen because you're riding on the coattails of the fastes rising star in the company. Me. And I am a lot different now, I am not the same competitor that you pinned all those months ago, I am the face of the revolution like all other tyrants you will be carried into the streets and executed. You're resilient, but it's not your time.
Niobe martin has also been very quiet about this match, and I have yet to ever face her in a match. She has been a bitter rival of Robina and honestly if you're one to struggle against Robina, you should find a different career. Fun, fact...The night I main evented against Young Mannie and won the North American Championship you jerked the curtain against Robina in what was a very forgettable bit of closer to your bitter rivalry. And much like that night, my arms being raised the North American Champion will overshadow you and that Niobe is the "nightmare" that you must face.
And speaking of Nightmares, what the hell happened to Nathaniel Havok? You know my first instinct told me to not to discredit this man. He has done a lot in the ring, and has competed with some of the all time greats in APW. Hell he was a champion when I first debuted in the APW back in 2011.
and even though he seems to have slipped into some kind of redbull and and game of thrones madness he could still be dangerous...
And then he called me a paper champion. And suddenly it became violently clear to me that, whoever Havok was before he, has isn't anymore.
I was on hiatus and I wasn't there to witness his downfall and turn into this cartoon character. With the dungeons and dragons costume play and Lord Sauron inspired promo work I want to laugh at you. I want to ask you why you think anyone would be afraid of these antics. Monsters, demons, thrones in the underworld.
These are exactly the type of smoke in mirror sports entertainment bullshit antics that I have been preaching about. You're disrespected the SPORT with this insidious gimmick.
And of course I could tolerate it all before you called me a paper champion. I want to be very clear havok. You were once great, but now you're a joke. I am the fastest rising star that this company has.
While you're hanging out in the underworld I am changing this game on a daily basis. I am revolutionizing this place while you prance about with a sword.
I am here to wrestle, I am prepared for a wrestling match, and it's pretty damn clear that you would prefer to be at the Renaissance festival.
So yeah I am gonna beat ya and I am gonna beat ya bad. Im gonna knock your head in and then, you will have a medical excuse for hanging out with demons, yielding swords and while I continue to change this business, maybe you can find some hobbits to chase about in middle earth.
That leaves with the Guv'nor. I look at you and I see competition. We are, night and day, one cannot exist without the other. Clearly there is a professional rivalry that will span our careers. I respect the fighter in you I really do, anf to be completely honest you are the only one that worries me in this match.
You may have come to this place with dollar signs in your eyes, but you have evolved, even if you can't see it or refuse to admit it. You want the North American championship in the worst way and that desire in the hearts of our other opponents in just a fantasy, but you can reach out and take it.
And if I am not careful that's exactly what you're going to do. When we first wrestled I called you a silly Guy Richie cliche of London street trash. that's all you were to me, but as time has gone you have proven countless times, mostly at havoks expense that you are one to be taken seriously.
Guv'nor I have no doubt in my mind at all that when this is all said and done you and I are going to go on to have many more wars. And some day you may just win the North American championship.
But rasslemania is not your day.
So I said all the reasons why my opponents aren't going to win, now it's time to reiterate just why I am going to win.
I am going to win this match, because I am the best candidate to do so. It's been said countless times by APW legends that I am the next big thing. That I will rise to the top of this company. That's not just some false bravado, it's the truth. I am the best wrestler on Meltdown and I am going to prove it in my Rasslemania debut.
I am the not just the face of a revolution, I am the face of meltdown, and the face of the championship. You people won't beat me because you can't beat me. Robina can cheat all she wants, havok can bring his sword, Amy can yearn for her moment, and Guv'Nor can fight to the best of his abilities, but they will not beat me because, I am better than they are.
The revolution has just begun and we have so much more work to do.
My rasslemania moment will be our moment. The revolutions moment. When I climb to the top of that ladder leaving their bodies below, and raise the North american title as the victor.
The dedicated following erupt even louder when Warren walks out on stage. He is bundled up and wearing his M-65 military jacket for warmth. As he reaches center stage a large screen is risen behind him. He soaks in the adulation of his followers for a minute or two and the raises his hands in the air calling for silence, and like clockwork it is suddenly so quiet the sounds made by the birds migrating back north can be heard in the still air.
Warren grabs a cordless microphone from out of the pocket of his olive green jacket and taps it, making sure that it was ready to amplify his message. It cracks loudly at the snap of his finger and he raises the microphone to his lips and speaks.
Warren Peace: Before I say or do anything up here on this stage I need to thank you all. Each and every one of you are responsible for my standing here today. A one man revolution never really goes that far, and I sincerely believe that all of my accomplishments this year would never have occurred without your support.
It's not easy to stand up for what you believe in, especially when you are surrounded by so many tyrants who are demanding that we fall in line and harass us. To be called crazy idealist, or ridiculous fundamentalist, and be spit at by the masses for having a set of codes and moral fibers isn't easy.
We are vilified for asking for change, and as much as they machine hates me it really despises you. because without you than there is no Warren Peace. So thank you, without you none of this is possible. And we have overcome a lot and made incredible headway in our journey. And we are still on a very clear and defined path, we have not gotten lost along the way and there are still many obstacles ahead of us.
You, you have all done your part. You have pledged an allegiance and by standing here in these cold temperatures, voicing your support for me you have a major role on our success. Never sell yourselves short, and never falter. No matter what the opposition throws at you. Don't stop believing. Because a belief, can carry you much farther than conforming.
Now moving on to the purpose of this gathering. I have called upon you, and these television cameras so that I could make a state of the union address. As your North American champion it is my duty, and privilege to address my match at rasslemania, in front of you the Action packed Wrestling fans.
I can admit to you all that I am a little shaken. This is the largest the battlefield that I have ever had to brave. The grand scheme of this event is as hallowed ground as a professional wrestler can come upon, and it would take a freak of nature, or someone severely lacking any notion of passion to not feel it.
I can feel "it", my skin is tingling, my stomach is quivering with butterflies and my bones are cold and, no that has nothing to do with the frigid Canadian weather. It has everything to do with the fact that I am inundated with passion.
And festering there with that passion is the understanding that this could be my last day as North American champion. The odds are stacked against me, and not only do I have to climb a ladder to retain my championship, I have to climb over the bodies of seven other wrestlers who are all hungry and craving for the North American championship.
I may as well be dropped into a pit of starving hyena wearing suit of raw meat. I am far from stupid and the severity of my situation is not lost on me. I wouldn't be standing here as a champion right now if I were that ignorant. My nerves are a little shaken, I am jitterbugging at the mission ahead.
But it is equally as important for my opposition to not confuse that for fear. I am shaken by the excitement of our match, and not for fear of the outcome. I wouldn't be much of a warrior if I were afraid to do battle and I wouldn't be much of a leader if I couldn't make an analysis of a situation and prepare for the outcome.
If anyone actually believes that I am afraid of what may happen tomorrow night than they are as crazy and delusional as they claim my ideology to be. I am only afraid of one thing, and that's spiders. And since none of my opponents have eight legs and sixteen eyes, than we can all move past this idea that I am afraid of this match.
There are seven megastars who are looking to capitalize on this ladder match, some of those stars burn brighter than the others, but that doesn't discredit the fact that everyone has a fair opportunity in winning the championship.
Now to the seven other competitors I will now speak directly to you. Far be it from to go into a match without the proper promotion after all we have a match to sell don't we? And I have a bit that I want to get off of my chest.
Warren mimics a gun with his free hand. The audience cheers at the notion.
Warren Peace Cid Phoenix, You seem alright to me in the Simple Jack kind of way. You're very full of yourself, and because of past successes you have been filled with overconfidence. had you gone about this whole thing differently you may have been a somewhat likeable guy, but flapping your gums about your past, defunct feds that couldn't cut it is the embodiment of going full retard and when you ultimately fail to accomplish your goal of "once again becoming a North American Champion" I am going to laugh in your face and send you back to that grave yard federation.
Let's get something straight Cid. This is Action Packed Wrestling, and you are competing at rasslemania. The biggest and most important stage that this industry has to offer. You are competing against the best competition a guy like you could ever dream of. And your are chasing THE ONLY North American championship that matters, but unfortunately for you, just like the title will be raised above us at mania, it's lineage will remain far and above you Cid.
But even though a guy like you doesn't have a chance in hell in beating me, or the six other opponents in front of you, it's not all going to be a loss. Because you're going to learn a lesson in respect and if you know what's good for you, you'll leave the past in the past and work for a better future in the APW.
And speaking of teaching a lesson in respect, next we have Robina Hood. Is it just me or does this brit chick come of a little manly? Are we sure there's not a dude hidden under that cloak rolling around with the merry men?
In my experience Robina Hood is a clusterbleep of unconfidence, and self awareness of her lack of abilities. I don't know maybe that's just a chick thing, but the fact that you openly start your promo second guessing yourself is a prelude to your chances in this match.
But regardless of all of that it is true that Robina Hood is responsible for some of the very few pin fall losses that I have suffered since my return to APW. I am going to ignore Survive and Conquer because the fact of the matter is I didn't even know I was booked, it was almost as if I wasn't even there that night.
I am more concerned with with a your victory over me a few weeks ago. Robina I don't care if you were in league with Young Mannie or not. The fact remains that you were on an embarrassing losing streak. After weeks of begging people backstage for advice you finally decided to cheat to win.
You used a set of brass knuckles and you stole a victory. Now you justify it by making reference to some fictional wrestler of "Regal" gimmick. Robina you would do well to keep your head in the real world and worry more about the REAL wrestlers here in APW, than maybe you wouldn't be the living embodiment of desperation. You cheated an finally got your win, but it was hollow because one week after, I won the North American Championship, and to be frank of all the people in this match you deserve to be here less than anyone else.
A person like you has no business being in a championship match but I will take this opportunity to take my revenge on you for your little bitch cheating ways. You wanna play Robin Hood, than I am Richard the Lionhearted and you will kneel before me as your king.
The Scotsman, Evan Mcdonald is considered to be a wild card in this match due to the fact that he was added abruptly as a replacement Dalhia. Although we have yet to hear from him since his addition to the match and because of that I have to assume that he has either gone into full beast mode and is out in the wilderness drinking goat urine to prepare for this match or maybe he realized he bit off more than he can chew.
Evan, you're talented enough to be chosen as a replacement for this match so I suppose that should give you at least some confidence...I really do hate to repeat myself like this, but you have no shot at winning this belt and you don't belong. Just Que the bagpipes to play your dying song, as you be slain like the rest.
Amy Zing is a real blue chipper and she has had many adversities since her Meltdown debut. She was chasing Young Mannie before I ever got a chance to and rightfully so. I think very few remember this, it is kind of a small blimp on the radar in the grand scheme of things, but Amy was the first person to pin me after my return. It was well earned, and I am not crying foul, but I do want to make it clear to her that I have never forgotten it.
So she moved on from that and was fighting the corruption of Young Mannie and the corrupt general managers on Meltdown She's been fired, re hired, she even beat Sienna, but you know what? throughout her entire journey she couldn't defeat Young Mannie for the title when things really mattered. She couldn't get the job done, but I did.
She honestly believes that her entire journey has led to this match where she will climb the ladder and claim the championship as her own. man what a story that would be to tell your grandchildren. After all of the ups and downs, trials and tribulations that you finally won the North American Championship at Rasslemania. What a Rasslemaina moment that would be?
But it's not going to happen because you're riding on the coattails of the fastes rising star in the company. Me. And I am a lot different now, I am not the same competitor that you pinned all those months ago, I am the face of the revolution like all other tyrants you will be carried into the streets and executed. You're resilient, but it's not your time.
Niobe martin has also been very quiet about this match, and I have yet to ever face her in a match. She has been a bitter rival of Robina and honestly if you're one to struggle against Robina, you should find a different career. Fun, fact...The night I main evented against Young Mannie and won the North American Championship you jerked the curtain against Robina in what was a very forgettable bit of closer to your bitter rivalry. And much like that night, my arms being raised the North American Champion will overshadow you and that Niobe is the "nightmare" that you must face.
And speaking of Nightmares, what the hell happened to Nathaniel Havok? You know my first instinct told me to not to discredit this man. He has done a lot in the ring, and has competed with some of the all time greats in APW. Hell he was a champion when I first debuted in the APW back in 2011.
and even though he seems to have slipped into some kind of redbull and and game of thrones madness he could still be dangerous...
And then he called me a paper champion. And suddenly it became violently clear to me that, whoever Havok was before he, has isn't anymore.
I was on hiatus and I wasn't there to witness his downfall and turn into this cartoon character. With the dungeons and dragons costume play and Lord Sauron inspired promo work I want to laugh at you. I want to ask you why you think anyone would be afraid of these antics. Monsters, demons, thrones in the underworld.
These are exactly the type of smoke in mirror sports entertainment bullshit antics that I have been preaching about. You're disrespected the SPORT with this insidious gimmick.
And of course I could tolerate it all before you called me a paper champion. I want to be very clear havok. You were once great, but now you're a joke. I am the fastest rising star that this company has.
While you're hanging out in the underworld I am changing this game on a daily basis. I am revolutionizing this place while you prance about with a sword.
I am here to wrestle, I am prepared for a wrestling match, and it's pretty damn clear that you would prefer to be at the Renaissance festival.
So yeah I am gonna beat ya and I am gonna beat ya bad. Im gonna knock your head in and then, you will have a medical excuse for hanging out with demons, yielding swords and while I continue to change this business, maybe you can find some hobbits to chase about in middle earth.
That leaves with the Guv'nor. I look at you and I see competition. We are, night and day, one cannot exist without the other. Clearly there is a professional rivalry that will span our careers. I respect the fighter in you I really do, anf to be completely honest you are the only one that worries me in this match.
You may have come to this place with dollar signs in your eyes, but you have evolved, even if you can't see it or refuse to admit it. You want the North American championship in the worst way and that desire in the hearts of our other opponents in just a fantasy, but you can reach out and take it.
And if I am not careful that's exactly what you're going to do. When we first wrestled I called you a silly Guy Richie cliche of London street trash. that's all you were to me, but as time has gone you have proven countless times, mostly at havoks expense that you are one to be taken seriously.
Guv'nor I have no doubt in my mind at all that when this is all said and done you and I are going to go on to have many more wars. And some day you may just win the North American championship.
But rasslemania is not your day.
So I said all the reasons why my opponents aren't going to win, now it's time to reiterate just why I am going to win.
I am going to win this match, because I am the best candidate to do so. It's been said countless times by APW legends that I am the next big thing. That I will rise to the top of this company. That's not just some false bravado, it's the truth. I am the best wrestler on Meltdown and I am going to prove it in my Rasslemania debut.
I am the not just the face of a revolution, I am the face of meltdown, and the face of the championship. You people won't beat me because you can't beat me. Robina can cheat all she wants, havok can bring his sword, Amy can yearn for her moment, and Guv'Nor can fight to the best of his abilities, but they will not beat me because, I am better than they are.
The revolution has just begun and we have so much more work to do.
My rasslemania moment will be our moment. The revolutions moment. When I climb to the top of that ladder leaving their bodies below, and raise the North american title as the victor.
