Post by warrenpeace on Mar 31, 2013 7:35:19 GMT -4
We fade in and are deep within the Chilean city. Compared to the north it does appear to be a little run down. Some of the streets are dirt rather than being paved. The streets are filled with children kicking a soccer ball. Warren Peace comes from around the corner of a shanty and stops dead in his tracks observing the game of soccer.
Some of the children stop playing and point to Warren and speaking about him in their language, foreign to Warren. They come to a huddle and then one boy grabs the ball and steps forward. Although a little apprehensive, he must have been the only one of the lot to know English as he walks over and and says.
Boy:You're Warren Peace.
Warren smiles and replies.
Warren: Yes, sir.
Boy: We all have tickets to the wrestling show on Monday.
Warren: I'd say you guys were in for a real treat.
Boy: Where's your belt?
Warren: It's not mine anymore.
Boy: You lost it?
Warren: Yes.
Boy: To who? We couldn't afford the pay per view.
Warren: The Guv'nor.
Boy: Oh yeah? That guy's pretty cool. I bet he's better at futbal than you too.
Warren: Probably, but that's not really much of a sport now is it?
The boy laughs.
Boy: You're crazy American. You're not so tough.
Warren raises his brow, unsure of how to respond. The boy tosses the ball in front of him.
Boy: I bet we can beat you too.
Warren: Really? I guess there's only one way to find out.
The boy rolls the ball to Warren and he begins kicking it back and forth to the kids and the game commences.
Warren
When I said I was a man of the people I meant it. Everything I have said and done since first challenging for the North American Title has been the truth. I was a peoples champion, I wasn't just fighting for them, I am one of them.
It's because of this that I can't really say that I am particularly proud of my championship run. It was, to so say the least a bit disappointing. Sure, I got to defend the title at Rasslemania. It allowed me to debut on the big stage, but ultimately the odds were stacked so high against me, I was just not able to overcome them.
And The Guv'nor took my title. I like this guy, I really do. In some ways I definitely want to congratulate him, but in the same breath I would remind him, that he may have won the championship at mania, but he didn't beat me for it.
He was the one person lucky enough to get to the top of the ladder and stay on top while the rest of us fell to the mat. I wasn't pinned, and I wasn't submitted.
Most former champions would complain about not receiving a rematch outright. But I accept the contenders match this week. It's not about what I feel I deserve, it's about what I need to accomplish to prove that I wasn't some fluke champion.
So I do prefer to partake in this bout. because when I beat the three of them, convincingly, in front of the people than no one can deny what our revolution has accomplished.
Guv'Nor you earned it, enjoy it for now, because after Monday I am coming to take back what's mine.
Scene fades to black.
Some of the children stop playing and point to Warren and speaking about him in their language, foreign to Warren. They come to a huddle and then one boy grabs the ball and steps forward. Although a little apprehensive, he must have been the only one of the lot to know English as he walks over and and says.
Boy:You're Warren Peace.
Warren smiles and replies.
Warren: Yes, sir.
Boy: We all have tickets to the wrestling show on Monday.
Warren: I'd say you guys were in for a real treat.
Boy: Where's your belt?
Warren: It's not mine anymore.
Boy: You lost it?
Warren: Yes.
Boy: To who? We couldn't afford the pay per view.
Warren: The Guv'nor.
Boy: Oh yeah? That guy's pretty cool. I bet he's better at futbal than you too.
Warren: Probably, but that's not really much of a sport now is it?
The boy laughs.
Boy: You're crazy American. You're not so tough.
Warren raises his brow, unsure of how to respond. The boy tosses the ball in front of him.
Boy: I bet we can beat you too.
Warren: Really? I guess there's only one way to find out.
The boy rolls the ball to Warren and he begins kicking it back and forth to the kids and the game commences.
Warren
When I said I was a man of the people I meant it. Everything I have said and done since first challenging for the North American Title has been the truth. I was a peoples champion, I wasn't just fighting for them, I am one of them.
It's because of this that I can't really say that I am particularly proud of my championship run. It was, to so say the least a bit disappointing. Sure, I got to defend the title at Rasslemania. It allowed me to debut on the big stage, but ultimately the odds were stacked so high against me, I was just not able to overcome them.
And The Guv'nor took my title. I like this guy, I really do. In some ways I definitely want to congratulate him, but in the same breath I would remind him, that he may have won the championship at mania, but he didn't beat me for it.
He was the one person lucky enough to get to the top of the ladder and stay on top while the rest of us fell to the mat. I wasn't pinned, and I wasn't submitted.
Most former champions would complain about not receiving a rematch outright. But I accept the contenders match this week. It's not about what I feel I deserve, it's about what I need to accomplish to prove that I wasn't some fluke champion.
So I do prefer to partake in this bout. because when I beat the three of them, convincingly, in front of the people than no one can deny what our revolution has accomplished.
Guv'Nor you earned it, enjoy it for now, because after Monday I am coming to take back what's mine.
Scene fades to black.
