Post by warrenpeace on Dec 12, 2011 13:16:59 GMT -4
Scene : A large conference room. The white walls appear several shades darker as the lights are shut out. The farthest and most grand wall is illuminated by a projector on the other side of the room. Standing in the middle of the projection is Warren Peace. The blue prints he had spent the entire month working on are now glistening in the wall and across his body. His eye twinkle with the reflection of the burning light before him. Jay Gatsby sits at a table taking notes like a college freshman in his first class.
Warren: Christmas Chaos...Christmas Chaos is...Christmas Chaos is more than just APW's last pay per view of the year. It is more than just the Fortunate Son's first pay per view appearance. Christmas Chaos is the next step in the evolution of our revolution. You have spent your entire life training for this moment.
Sure you may not have been in the ring for all of it, but every night you went to sleep staring at the sky; wondering if your father was also looking into the stars thinking of you. Every sporting event that your father missed, and every event that your mother recorded and he still didn't have the time to watch. Spelling Bee's, school plays, Halloween parties, Christmas dinners, superbowl parties, wrestling events. Every moment that you felt abandoned was a moment that prepared you for this. Jay, when I first met you I saw it.
The glimmer in your eye, the yearning to compete showed brightly in your entire appearance. Your father told you that you weren't ready and he pulled as many strings to keep you out of the ring. How many nights, Jay, that you spent on ring crews in high school gyms just to prove you really wanted to be there did it take before they saw the "it" factor? The answer is one. They didn't let you in the ring, not because your father told them not to, but because they saw the same thing that I see in you and they feared you.
They knew in time that you would be running the cards left and right, up and down, and they feared losing their spots. They wanted the spotlight all for themselves, so that the ring rats wouldn't migrate, so the drugs could stay in their system, so they could continue to poison the impressionable minds of the children who idolized them. They held you back, until I stepped in. Jay you and I come from different worlds, but we are more alike than you even know. Because the same power I have to see your ability also shows me just what you are willing to do to prove you're a force to be reckoned with.
You have proven it time and again. Sure there were a few speed bumps along the way, but you learned and you are stronger for them. I am proud of you Jay. Here you sit, Fortunate Sons are number one contenders for the APW tag team titles and we are facing men, and a woman who have proven thoroughly that they cannot compete with us.
If we continue on the right path we are less a month away from wearing championship gold around our waists. What Jay, would vilify us more? I can see it in the heart that you wear on your sleeve. Complete and total vindication. The truth that we have been speaking since day one. I can feel it in the air even as I speak. You have all of the tools to make it happen Jay, except one.
Scene: Warren slams his fists on the table shaking the projector and the image of the translucent blueprints.
Warren: You are still too concerned with what you are doing at the moment you are doing it. You never seem to be working on plan B and that Jay is why you have failed, twice! You have not listened to me, and my teachings. Have you ever seen me attacked from behind? Lord knows there are plenty of people who would like to take me out. I am constantly walking on egg shells, but you know what? It never happens because I always have eyes on the back of my head and those eyes are wearing spy glasses with mirrors on the side so they can see what's coming from behind as well.
Always have a plan. Have a second plan and then two more. Always be prepared for the wildcard and the wildcard cannot become a factor.
Scene: Jay continues to scribble on his notepad as Warren smirks and then shakes his head a bit.
Warren: You’ll learn eventually
Scene: Warren walks out of the room. Jay waits a few moments and then pulls out his cell phone. He quickly dials a number and after a few seconds of silence, he speaks.
Jay: Yea, it’s Jay. Listen, about what we talked about…Yes, It needs to go down at Christmas Chaos…How? Leave that up to me just be ready.
Scene: Jay hangs up the call as he begins to address the camera.
Jay: “Always have a plan. Have a second plan and then two more.” Yes Warren, I understand the importance of having contingencies, but I don’ t need three back ups. The ace I hold up my sleeve will be revealed at Christmas Chaos and it will be the only one that we need. The Fortunate Sons are walking out of their first Pay-Per-View appearance with their first title belts. Just you wait and see.
Scene: With that Jay closes his note pad and then slides it off the table as he stands to exit the room. Fade to black.
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Scene: Fade in. The Travel Lodge hotel in Tacoma, Washington. This crungy looking hotel offers the cheapest nightly rates in the entire city. The camera is walking down a hallway where there is a door that is slightly askew at the end. The camera slowly enters the room to see Jay Gatsby wearing gloves and pulling the sheets off of the bed in the room. There are towels laid all over the carpeted floor and what appears to be a hotel employee standing off to the side.
Jay: How can you possibly think that this is clean? There are stains all over these sheets and God knows what is there that I CAN’T see?! I want a fresh set of sheets and I’m going to need new towels since you don’t know how to clean a floor properly.
Scene: The employee tries to say something but is cut off as jay throws the sheets and blanket from the bed at his face.
Jay: I expect to have these things within the hour. You can leave now. I have business to attend to.
Scene: The man scurries out of the room as Jay looks to the camera.
Jay: This is what I have been reduced to since my father decided that he was going to cut me off because I wouldn’t be a good little boy and come home. No worries though, as this is just a minor setback in the Fortunate Sons rise to power as THE most dominant tag team in not just APW, but the entire industry.
It’s Pay- Per – View week here in APW and everyone is buzzing. From the road crew, to the office, to the fans and even to the locker room. Ther are major matches all over the Christmas Chaos card, but none more than the triple threat elimination for the APW tag team titles that puts the RSM, The Seagulls and the best tag team in the business, The Fortunate Sons, in the ring at the same time.
Everyone said that I couldn’t do it at the last overdrive. That there was no way that I was going to beat Young Mannie and Charles Scripps, areguably the two more dominant members of their respective tag teams, but I did. Even after Warren and I did a clean sweep and won both of our matches, people are still doubting us. I look at the dirst sheets, I see the fan polls that are all saying that the San Diego Seagulls are going to leave with the belts, yadda, yadda yadda… All this does is add feul to the fire that is The Fortunate Sons. We have beaten the Red Shield Mafia with no doubt or disqualification… We have beaten down the Seagulls on multiple occassions and while it may not have been in the ring, We showed the World why you should never discredit The Fortunate Sons.
And Christmast Chaos will be no different. Live on Pay-Per-View Warren and I are going to systematically infiltrate, divide and conquer what the APW considers the two best tag teams in the business… That’s a very bold statement from the front office in my opinion and ones that I intend to make this whole company eat by the end of the night at Christmas Chaos. The Fortunate sons will not be denied their prize. You can count on that.
Jay chuckles a bit as his phone rings. He pulls it out of his pocket and begins to pick it up as the camera fades to black.
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We open in a large office. The walls are lined with leather bound books. In the back of the room Warren Peace sits at a large oak desk. It is clean except for a lamp with a green shade on the top and an old telephone from the the early 1900's. On the front of the desk there is a personalized name stone that reads "Chris Brock DCW CEO" Warren leans back in his huge office chair and trows his feet up on the desk top leaving scuff marks from his boots. Peaces reaches into his pocket and grabs his cell phone and presses a number on the speed dial. After it rings a few times a familiar voice in the APW answers the phone.
Warren Peace: I just wanted you to know that I am aware that Jay Gatsby has been in contact with you. I appreciate his initiative, and the fact that he has formulated these plans without consulting me truly demonstrates that he has been learning from my teachings. I agree with Jay one hundred percent. I believe that the plans the three of you have set into motion could only do great things for everyone involved. However if you expect my participation I have somewhat of a catch. I can't get into all of the details right now. Big Brother is watching me right now and these must remain private. I would hate to ruin the element of surprise for Jay. We will discuss things further in person at Christmas Chaos.
Warren Peace hangs up the phone and places it into his pocket. Like clockwork the office door opens as he does so and in walks Jay Gatsby's father Chris Brock. Brock is taken aback by Warren's presence, but seems to roll with it with a grin, not wanting to give Warren the satisfaction. Brock pulls another chair up to the front of his desk and sits facing Warren Peace.
Chris: Warren...What do I owe the displeasure of this home invasion?
Warren: Very clever Chris. It's ok though you don't have to alarmed this isn't personal. I am here on business.
Chris: With you the two of which usually go hand in hand.
Warren: Indeed, but this time, even though I did sneak a peak. I am not here to alert the IRS of those "errors" in your books.
Chris: Cut to the chase.
Warren: I am here because of your son Jay Gatsby.
Chris: I have no son by that name.
Warren: Indeed. He has been learning much from me. he has shown initiative and has recently become just as much as a sneaky slithering snake as myself. I tell you what I am very proud of just how much I have accomplished in molding his mind and turning him against you. I warned you Chris. Almost a year ago it was. You kept my father away from me, and encouraged him to act in his famously lavish manner.
I killed your little LPW and I killed your little DCW and I would have went on to kill every other dinky wrestling promotion you ever built, funded, booked or promoted. Maybe you caught on to that and that's why you went back into retirement, which was the best thing that could have happened
Chris because it allowed me to use your son to gain access to your funds start my career in APW and best yet, turn Jay against his own father. It would hurt you if you were any bit human, but you're not. You didn't even try to stop me. You had faith that your son would see just how evil this monster really is, but he didn't. He fell perfectly for my trap and now I enter phase two.
Now that Jay is good and gone and hates everything about this business, including his wrestling legend father I am going to finish what I started Brock.
Chris: What do you mean by that Warren?
Warren: Just make sure you don't miss Christmas Chaos.
Fade to black.
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We open in on a close up of Warren Peaces face.
Warren: At Christmas Chaos the Fortunate Sons are stepping into the ring with two other tag teams. 3 other men and 1 woman who we have been assaulting from behind, destroying them in the ring, and despite their best efforts in a gym, despite their trash talk on the microphone they have not been able to stop us or even come close to slowing us down.
The tag team titles are on the line and are ours for the taking. There isn't a damn thing anyone can do about it, but there's just one catch. I am not here to win the the tag team titles. I am here to destroy this promotion. I want to kill professional wrestling and I can't kill this place if I am wearing the tag team titles belts.
I am not sure who will walk out of Christmas Chaos as tag team champions, but I can assure you it won't be the Fortunate Sons. Whoever carries those titles carries the shame of a broken division. I have big plans for the future and staying involved with those embarrassments that call themselves the tag team division is not part of the plan. All I can say is to stay tuned, and keep your eye out for the wildcard.
Warren: Christmas Chaos...Christmas Chaos is...Christmas Chaos is more than just APW's last pay per view of the year. It is more than just the Fortunate Son's first pay per view appearance. Christmas Chaos is the next step in the evolution of our revolution. You have spent your entire life training for this moment.
Sure you may not have been in the ring for all of it, but every night you went to sleep staring at the sky; wondering if your father was also looking into the stars thinking of you. Every sporting event that your father missed, and every event that your mother recorded and he still didn't have the time to watch. Spelling Bee's, school plays, Halloween parties, Christmas dinners, superbowl parties, wrestling events. Every moment that you felt abandoned was a moment that prepared you for this. Jay, when I first met you I saw it.
The glimmer in your eye, the yearning to compete showed brightly in your entire appearance. Your father told you that you weren't ready and he pulled as many strings to keep you out of the ring. How many nights, Jay, that you spent on ring crews in high school gyms just to prove you really wanted to be there did it take before they saw the "it" factor? The answer is one. They didn't let you in the ring, not because your father told them not to, but because they saw the same thing that I see in you and they feared you.
They knew in time that you would be running the cards left and right, up and down, and they feared losing their spots. They wanted the spotlight all for themselves, so that the ring rats wouldn't migrate, so the drugs could stay in their system, so they could continue to poison the impressionable minds of the children who idolized them. They held you back, until I stepped in. Jay you and I come from different worlds, but we are more alike than you even know. Because the same power I have to see your ability also shows me just what you are willing to do to prove you're a force to be reckoned with.
You have proven it time and again. Sure there were a few speed bumps along the way, but you learned and you are stronger for them. I am proud of you Jay. Here you sit, Fortunate Sons are number one contenders for the APW tag team titles and we are facing men, and a woman who have proven thoroughly that they cannot compete with us.
If we continue on the right path we are less a month away from wearing championship gold around our waists. What Jay, would vilify us more? I can see it in the heart that you wear on your sleeve. Complete and total vindication. The truth that we have been speaking since day one. I can feel it in the air even as I speak. You have all of the tools to make it happen Jay, except one.
Scene: Warren slams his fists on the table shaking the projector and the image of the translucent blueprints.
Warren: You are still too concerned with what you are doing at the moment you are doing it. You never seem to be working on plan B and that Jay is why you have failed, twice! You have not listened to me, and my teachings. Have you ever seen me attacked from behind? Lord knows there are plenty of people who would like to take me out. I am constantly walking on egg shells, but you know what? It never happens because I always have eyes on the back of my head and those eyes are wearing spy glasses with mirrors on the side so they can see what's coming from behind as well.
Always have a plan. Have a second plan and then two more. Always be prepared for the wildcard and the wildcard cannot become a factor.
Scene: Jay continues to scribble on his notepad as Warren smirks and then shakes his head a bit.
Warren: You’ll learn eventually
Scene: Warren walks out of the room. Jay waits a few moments and then pulls out his cell phone. He quickly dials a number and after a few seconds of silence, he speaks.
Jay: Yea, it’s Jay. Listen, about what we talked about…Yes, It needs to go down at Christmas Chaos…How? Leave that up to me just be ready.
Scene: Jay hangs up the call as he begins to address the camera.
Jay: “Always have a plan. Have a second plan and then two more.” Yes Warren, I understand the importance of having contingencies, but I don’ t need three back ups. The ace I hold up my sleeve will be revealed at Christmas Chaos and it will be the only one that we need. The Fortunate Sons are walking out of their first Pay-Per-View appearance with their first title belts. Just you wait and see.
Scene: With that Jay closes his note pad and then slides it off the table as he stands to exit the room. Fade to black.
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Scene: Fade in. The Travel Lodge hotel in Tacoma, Washington. This crungy looking hotel offers the cheapest nightly rates in the entire city. The camera is walking down a hallway where there is a door that is slightly askew at the end. The camera slowly enters the room to see Jay Gatsby wearing gloves and pulling the sheets off of the bed in the room. There are towels laid all over the carpeted floor and what appears to be a hotel employee standing off to the side.
Jay: How can you possibly think that this is clean? There are stains all over these sheets and God knows what is there that I CAN’T see?! I want a fresh set of sheets and I’m going to need new towels since you don’t know how to clean a floor properly.
Scene: The employee tries to say something but is cut off as jay throws the sheets and blanket from the bed at his face.
Jay: I expect to have these things within the hour. You can leave now. I have business to attend to.
Scene: The man scurries out of the room as Jay looks to the camera.
Jay: This is what I have been reduced to since my father decided that he was going to cut me off because I wouldn’t be a good little boy and come home. No worries though, as this is just a minor setback in the Fortunate Sons rise to power as THE most dominant tag team in not just APW, but the entire industry.
It’s Pay- Per – View week here in APW and everyone is buzzing. From the road crew, to the office, to the fans and even to the locker room. Ther are major matches all over the Christmas Chaos card, but none more than the triple threat elimination for the APW tag team titles that puts the RSM, The Seagulls and the best tag team in the business, The Fortunate Sons, in the ring at the same time.
Everyone said that I couldn’t do it at the last overdrive. That there was no way that I was going to beat Young Mannie and Charles Scripps, areguably the two more dominant members of their respective tag teams, but I did. Even after Warren and I did a clean sweep and won both of our matches, people are still doubting us. I look at the dirst sheets, I see the fan polls that are all saying that the San Diego Seagulls are going to leave with the belts, yadda, yadda yadda… All this does is add feul to the fire that is The Fortunate Sons. We have beaten the Red Shield Mafia with no doubt or disqualification… We have beaten down the Seagulls on multiple occassions and while it may not have been in the ring, We showed the World why you should never discredit The Fortunate Sons.
And Christmast Chaos will be no different. Live on Pay-Per-View Warren and I are going to systematically infiltrate, divide and conquer what the APW considers the two best tag teams in the business… That’s a very bold statement from the front office in my opinion and ones that I intend to make this whole company eat by the end of the night at Christmas Chaos. The Fortunate sons will not be denied their prize. You can count on that.
Jay chuckles a bit as his phone rings. He pulls it out of his pocket and begins to pick it up as the camera fades to black.
_ _ _ _ _
We open in a large office. The walls are lined with leather bound books. In the back of the room Warren Peace sits at a large oak desk. It is clean except for a lamp with a green shade on the top and an old telephone from the the early 1900's. On the front of the desk there is a personalized name stone that reads "Chris Brock DCW CEO" Warren leans back in his huge office chair and trows his feet up on the desk top leaving scuff marks from his boots. Peaces reaches into his pocket and grabs his cell phone and presses a number on the speed dial. After it rings a few times a familiar voice in the APW answers the phone.
Warren Peace: I just wanted you to know that I am aware that Jay Gatsby has been in contact with you. I appreciate his initiative, and the fact that he has formulated these plans without consulting me truly demonstrates that he has been learning from my teachings. I agree with Jay one hundred percent. I believe that the plans the three of you have set into motion could only do great things for everyone involved. However if you expect my participation I have somewhat of a catch. I can't get into all of the details right now. Big Brother is watching me right now and these must remain private. I would hate to ruin the element of surprise for Jay. We will discuss things further in person at Christmas Chaos.
Warren Peace hangs up the phone and places it into his pocket. Like clockwork the office door opens as he does so and in walks Jay Gatsby's father Chris Brock. Brock is taken aback by Warren's presence, but seems to roll with it with a grin, not wanting to give Warren the satisfaction. Brock pulls another chair up to the front of his desk and sits facing Warren Peace.
Chris: Warren...What do I owe the displeasure of this home invasion?
Warren: Very clever Chris. It's ok though you don't have to alarmed this isn't personal. I am here on business.
Chris: With you the two of which usually go hand in hand.
Warren: Indeed, but this time, even though I did sneak a peak. I am not here to alert the IRS of those "errors" in your books.
Chris: Cut to the chase.
Warren: I am here because of your son Jay Gatsby.
Chris: I have no son by that name.
Warren: Indeed. He has been learning much from me. he has shown initiative and has recently become just as much as a sneaky slithering snake as myself. I tell you what I am very proud of just how much I have accomplished in molding his mind and turning him against you. I warned you Chris. Almost a year ago it was. You kept my father away from me, and encouraged him to act in his famously lavish manner.
I killed your little LPW and I killed your little DCW and I would have went on to kill every other dinky wrestling promotion you ever built, funded, booked or promoted. Maybe you caught on to that and that's why you went back into retirement, which was the best thing that could have happened
Chris because it allowed me to use your son to gain access to your funds start my career in APW and best yet, turn Jay against his own father. It would hurt you if you were any bit human, but you're not. You didn't even try to stop me. You had faith that your son would see just how evil this monster really is, but he didn't. He fell perfectly for my trap and now I enter phase two.
Now that Jay is good and gone and hates everything about this business, including his wrestling legend father I am going to finish what I started Brock.
Chris: What do you mean by that Warren?
Warren: Just make sure you don't miss Christmas Chaos.
Fade to black.
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We open in on a close up of Warren Peaces face.
Warren: At Christmas Chaos the Fortunate Sons are stepping into the ring with two other tag teams. 3 other men and 1 woman who we have been assaulting from behind, destroying them in the ring, and despite their best efforts in a gym, despite their trash talk on the microphone they have not been able to stop us or even come close to slowing us down.
The tag team titles are on the line and are ours for the taking. There isn't a damn thing anyone can do about it, but there's just one catch. I am not here to win the the tag team titles. I am here to destroy this promotion. I want to kill professional wrestling and I can't kill this place if I am wearing the tag team titles belts.
I am not sure who will walk out of Christmas Chaos as tag team champions, but I can assure you it won't be the Fortunate Sons. Whoever carries those titles carries the shame of a broken division. I have big plans for the future and staying involved with those embarrassments that call themselves the tag team division is not part of the plan. All I can say is to stay tuned, and keep your eye out for the wildcard.
