Post by warrenpeace on Jan 26, 2012 15:23:09 GMT -4
We open over a canyon and continue moving over a birds eye view over a forest. We enter the treeline and float down to the dirt. There is a small fire and Warren Peace is placing another piece of wood into the flame. He is wearing camo pants, boots and his three star logo shirt is covered by military issue jacket. When he sees the camera he smiles briefly and steps forward. He pulls a beret out of his pocket and places it on his head, his long unkempt hair pulled back behind his ears, he scratches at his beard.
Warren Peace: Guerrilla warfare is defined on wikipedia as
since I was a teenager I have always hated professional wrestling. Plain and simple I hate everything about the business. It is nothing but sleezeball businessmen making bank and profiting from an audience of brainwashed individuals who are lead to believe this business is real. Children who are lead to believe false truths about their heroes and idols who parade around in the ring pretending to do one thing while really just taking advantage of the people who paid to see them. And after they have finished the dog and pony show they go backstage and suddenly the people who paid hard earned money to seem them, suddenly no longer exist. Now the performer can go and get their next high or buzz or ring rat.
Early on when I first debuted here it was clear I was the bad guy, the villain, and I was ok with that. I am here to expose these people so naturally they want you all, the brainwashed citizens of APW Oceania to hate me. Their agenda is to kill me, and my revolution before I wake a few of you people up to the atrocities committed by the establishment.
They tried a number of different propaganda techniques. One of their tactics was for every one of my opponents to slam me. Calling me nothing more than a kid with daddy issues. They tried to make me look like a weak minded individual so you, the proles would think less of me, and ignore the issues I have brought to your attention.
Why would they say this about me? The backstory, the drama. Warren Peace only exists because the man who portrays him was born the bastard son of a professional wrestling legend who took advantage of a young woman. A woman who looked up to him, a woman who had an affection for him based solely on the image he created and presented of himself while performing in the wrestling ring.
And he left her alone and pregnant. And she, my mother went my entire life struggling to make ends meet. And then when I finally got in touch with him, and finally had the paternity test done instead of giving us the child support he owed, instead of making up for all of the years lost, he put me in the ring.
It's been written in stone, it's been discussed many times and the people in this company sure like to bring it up. He's just a kid with daddy issues. Nothing more and certainly maybe even a little less. And for some reason you all still believe this to be the case.
My past accomplishments outside of the APW not withstanding, I have achieved a lot here. Yet that makes me a hypocrite in the eyes of the every growing propaganda machine. We the uninted states hypocrites when they stormed the beaches of Normandy? Fighting a crippling battle, winning despite many casualties, but all for a much bigger goal at hand?
The amusing part of it all is it seems my opponents at the Survuve and conquer pay per view seem to be an outlandish collection of all of my criticisms rolled up into one side show circus act. Why? Because if a living breathing cartoon character puts me down then they believe the revolution can be stopped.
But the Studmuffins and Biggs have been making light of a war. And they don't even realize that they are just the pawns being sent my way to test me and see what move I am going to make next. Will the studmuffins drive Warren Peace into a cave or am I going to execute an even bigger attack and bring the towers down?
I see these Studmuffins as perfect examples as to why I hate this business. They travel city to city taking advantage of any woman they can get their hands on. I wonder how many of lives they have destroyed so they can have those few minutes of relief from the outside world? How many mens daughters have been victimized by these people, who our audience cheers for?
Men like the Studmuffins, like my father, deserve to lashed and beaten and chastised and sent far away from civilization. What's worse is they have the backing of an APW legend. Biggs is a trusted name around here so to team them up with him and send them after Warren Peace is a perfect example of the machine trying to end me before I can do it in first.
The truly upsetting part is how blatantly obvious this all is, yet the fans still boo me. lately I am wondering if I am in fact fighting a one man revolution? it has become abundantly clear to me that the messages that I preach are falling on deaf ears. winning the people over has proven to be more difficult than I had thought. They must understand that the reason I am not pandering to them is because I am trying to free them and open their eyes to the truths behind the curtain.
And yes there are many people including my former tag team partners who have been lost to the machine, but I will not die. I have ended careers, I have been in the ring with some of the best tag teams in the company and I have beaten them all. I have dominated the tag division since the day I debuted, but it has become clear to me that the revolution cannot grow where I am at right now.
If I want to continue to succeed I must move on because I cannot yet trust anyone to have my back. The fire is lit and it is burning, but it's still small and therefore weak. I cannot tend to the fire if I am unable to trust the people who are supposed to have my back. As long as I am a collection of living breathing flesh I will continue to tend to the fire, the revolution, and only when I die will the flame die, and when I have finished with my mission it will leave nothing, but ash and rubble so that the weak meager proles who are brainwashed by this business can rebuild it in my image.
Biggs, Studmuffins, I said it before, it doesn't matter to me one bit if you leave S&C with the tag team titles, I am one man and would eventually fall to the numbers gain anyway. My attentions are now focused on a much greater scale, one much bigger than the three of you, these two tag team titles, and even myself.
All I can say is remain alert and pay close attention, because bullets are going to fly.
Warren Peace: Guerrilla warfare is defined on wikipedia as
"a form of irregular warfare and refers to conflicts in which a small group of combatants including, but not limited to, armed civilians (or "irregulars") use military tactics, such as ambushes, sabotage, raids, the element of surprise, and extraordinary mobility to harass a larger and less-mobile traditional army, or strike a vulnerable target, and withdraw almost immediately."
since I was a teenager I have always hated professional wrestling. Plain and simple I hate everything about the business. It is nothing but sleezeball businessmen making bank and profiting from an audience of brainwashed individuals who are lead to believe this business is real. Children who are lead to believe false truths about their heroes and idols who parade around in the ring pretending to do one thing while really just taking advantage of the people who paid to see them. And after they have finished the dog and pony show they go backstage and suddenly the people who paid hard earned money to seem them, suddenly no longer exist. Now the performer can go and get their next high or buzz or ring rat.
Early on when I first debuted here it was clear I was the bad guy, the villain, and I was ok with that. I am here to expose these people so naturally they want you all, the brainwashed citizens of APW Oceania to hate me. Their agenda is to kill me, and my revolution before I wake a few of you people up to the atrocities committed by the establishment.
They tried a number of different propaganda techniques. One of their tactics was for every one of my opponents to slam me. Calling me nothing more than a kid with daddy issues. They tried to make me look like a weak minded individual so you, the proles would think less of me, and ignore the issues I have brought to your attention.
Why would they say this about me? The backstory, the drama. Warren Peace only exists because the man who portrays him was born the bastard son of a professional wrestling legend who took advantage of a young woman. A woman who looked up to him, a woman who had an affection for him based solely on the image he created and presented of himself while performing in the wrestling ring.
And he left her alone and pregnant. And she, my mother went my entire life struggling to make ends meet. And then when I finally got in touch with him, and finally had the paternity test done instead of giving us the child support he owed, instead of making up for all of the years lost, he put me in the ring.
It's been written in stone, it's been discussed many times and the people in this company sure like to bring it up. He's just a kid with daddy issues. Nothing more and certainly maybe even a little less. And for some reason you all still believe this to be the case.
My past accomplishments outside of the APW not withstanding, I have achieved a lot here. Yet that makes me a hypocrite in the eyes of the every growing propaganda machine. We the uninted states hypocrites when they stormed the beaches of Normandy? Fighting a crippling battle, winning despite many casualties, but all for a much bigger goal at hand?
The amusing part of it all is it seems my opponents at the Survuve and conquer pay per view seem to be an outlandish collection of all of my criticisms rolled up into one side show circus act. Why? Because if a living breathing cartoon character puts me down then they believe the revolution can be stopped.
But the Studmuffins and Biggs have been making light of a war. And they don't even realize that they are just the pawns being sent my way to test me and see what move I am going to make next. Will the studmuffins drive Warren Peace into a cave or am I going to execute an even bigger attack and bring the towers down?
I see these Studmuffins as perfect examples as to why I hate this business. They travel city to city taking advantage of any woman they can get their hands on. I wonder how many of lives they have destroyed so they can have those few minutes of relief from the outside world? How many mens daughters have been victimized by these people, who our audience cheers for?
Men like the Studmuffins, like my father, deserve to lashed and beaten and chastised and sent far away from civilization. What's worse is they have the backing of an APW legend. Biggs is a trusted name around here so to team them up with him and send them after Warren Peace is a perfect example of the machine trying to end me before I can do it in first.
The truly upsetting part is how blatantly obvious this all is, yet the fans still boo me. lately I am wondering if I am in fact fighting a one man revolution? it has become abundantly clear to me that the messages that I preach are falling on deaf ears. winning the people over has proven to be more difficult than I had thought. They must understand that the reason I am not pandering to them is because I am trying to free them and open their eyes to the truths behind the curtain.
And yes there are many people including my former tag team partners who have been lost to the machine, but I will not die. I have ended careers, I have been in the ring with some of the best tag teams in the company and I have beaten them all. I have dominated the tag division since the day I debuted, but it has become clear to me that the revolution cannot grow where I am at right now.
If I want to continue to succeed I must move on because I cannot yet trust anyone to have my back. The fire is lit and it is burning, but it's still small and therefore weak. I cannot tend to the fire if I am unable to trust the people who are supposed to have my back. As long as I am a collection of living breathing flesh I will continue to tend to the fire, the revolution, and only when I die will the flame die, and when I have finished with my mission it will leave nothing, but ash and rubble so that the weak meager proles who are brainwashed by this business can rebuild it in my image.
Biggs, Studmuffins, I said it before, it doesn't matter to me one bit if you leave S&C with the tag team titles, I am one man and would eventually fall to the numbers gain anyway. My attentions are now focused on a much greater scale, one much bigger than the three of you, these two tag team titles, and even myself.
All I can say is remain alert and pay close attention, because bullets are going to fly.
