Post by Streets Wilson on Oct 26, 2008 20:45:22 GMT -4
Some call him a legend.
Some call him a loser.
Some call him a hero.
What is he?
Who is he?
Streets Wilson.
(A japanese news reporter comes onto the screen. She is sitting at a desk with some papers in her hands and a very serious look on her face. She is looking past the camera probably to her director, waiting for some sort of signal. You can tell she’s gotten it because she turns directly into the camera)
Reporter: A battle was fought today, on the city streets. Police say that a drug deal may have gone bad, resulting in a large scale battle between the two opposing partys. The casualties have been reported to be in the dozens. The amazing part; no guns were involved. Only this footage has been released.
(Footage starts to play of none other than Streets Wilson being led into a police car with handcuffs on his wrists. He is screaming obscenities and bleeding slightly from the mouth. Before they slam the car door in his face, he screams out something incomprehensible to the camera.)
(After this, footage is shown of Wilson’s short but yet magnificent career. From his debut match destroying “Dangerous” Steve Hawkins, to the neck wrenching most recent victory over Kristina Blackwell, and all the DDT’s, brass knuckles, crowbars, and pepper bombs in between.)
(Streets Wilson can now be seen exiting the police station hours later. He is smiling widely and looking around for someone. When he see’s the camera he immediately runs up to it and gets right in the screen.)
Woman(With camera crew): Hello! I’m Susan Blanket: Channel 12 news: here on the scene with Streets Wilson, who has just been arrested on camera!
(Wilson laughs and then turns and smiles towards the camera)
Susan: So Mr. Wilson. You have a reputation of being one the meanest, most ruthless bastards in the APW.
Streets Wilson: Yeah
Susan: How do you respond to allegations that you are staging all of these “out of control stabbings” and “vicious brawls” you always seem to be getting into on camera?
(Wilson just stares into the camera, as Susan Blanket holds the mic up to his face)
Streets Wilson: Listen bitch, Streets Wilson is in the news every single day!! Why you ask? It must be because the camera just can’t resist me. It could be because I am in a different city almost every single day, and that means shit just happens. Whatever the reason, it means only one thing. People can’t even deny it any longer. I strike fear into the hearts of my opponents. I strike fear into anyone who comes face to face with me. Oh sure, they talk a bunch of smack when I’m not around. But when its time to gets down, no one seems to be up to the task. Anytime someone gets full of themselves, they always send them right over to Streets Wilson, so I can give them a real nice beating. You know, take them down a notch. I guess since I have been losing some matches as of late, people started to forget who I really am. They start to forget why everyone was talking about Streets Wilson in the first place. It was because I am the ABSOLUTE best this business has to offer. The master of extreme, the voice of the streets, it really doesn’t matter what they call me, its basically all true. To deny my greatness is to fuel it. I have proven myself time and time again to be the absolute wrong person to screw with. Whether it be in the ring, or outside of it, anyone who wants to will find out that I am the absolute REAL THING. Iggy already knows this, as I had the pleasure of beating his ass up and down a few arenas lately. Oh sure, he won those matches, but I always like to look at who got the worst beating, who “really” came out on top so to speak. Because if you ask me, titles change hands quickly enough in this business, Iggy has had his 15 minutes of fame, now its time for Streets Wilson to take an ETERNITY for the streets.
Susan Blanket: An eternity? But Iggy has beaten you before, why do you keep saying you’re going to beat him?
(Streets Wilson’s expression suddenly changes from a wide smile to a depressed frown.)
Streets Wilson (in an angered tone): Listen Susan, don’t ask questions you don’t know the answer to
Susan: But-
Streets Wilson (cutting her off): HEY. Listen Sue, basically it boils down to this- Don’t you worry about me, I’ve had my share of beatings growing up on the west side of Stamford, it’s not that big of a deal. Its not like I was ever seriously injured or anything… Plus, I always know I’ll get the chance to get him back. Like I said before “Its not over” Its not over until I SAY its over. And I say its over once I have that damn belt in my hands, held high for the streets to see
Susan: But streets are something you walk on, their-
Streets Wilson: HOW DARE YOU UNDERMINE MY MESSAGE BITCH!? You think I don’t know what STREETS are. MY NAME IS STREETS WILSON. Go ahead and picture those streets… RIGHT NOW!
(Susan can be seen clearly trying to imagine them.)
Susan: I don’t see anything
Streets Wilson (in a rather mysterious tone of voice): Yes, you do
(Suddenly, here eyes roll into the back of her head as she seems to be having some sort of “vision”)
Streets Wilson: Do you see them?!!?
Susan Blanket: I see them
Streets Wilson: YES… YES… Now who do you see “ON” those streets
Susan Blanket: I don’t see anyone… wait… wait a minute
Streets Wilson: YES…
Susan Blanket: I see you. I see you sitting on a throne. Your holding the Extreme Title belt and “the people” All the people are gathering to you. The children are dancing around. The adults have tears in their eyes, they understand the struggle you went through to get there. They understand you really did it for them. The children are still dancing, content with the fact that they now know they can do anything. They can do anything they put their mind to. The entire community has been uplifted by one man. But you are not a man. Much…. Much more than just a man.
(The voice she is speaking in seems to no longer be her own. Something far greater is being channeled through her)
Susan: they’re celebrating, their celebrating your victory…
Susan: Their celebrating “their” victory.
(She begins to shake violently)
Susan Blanket: A victory… for the streets
(Susan’s eyes return to normal, and the vision subsides)
Susan: Yes… I understand now, I understand why you keep fighting.
Streets Wilson: you’re damn right you do. Now, let me take this time to speak directly to my opponent. Iggy, we all know your just some illiterate immigrant or something. You aimlessly wander around a Japanese zoo and somehow think you’re the man. News flash retard, I’m not a gorilla; I’m the messiah of the streets. Here’s another piece of information you may have overlooked… I’m not in a cage. I’m free and I’m coming to destroy you. I notice how even YOU, Iggy “The Iguana” you even overlook YOURSELF. You say I waste my time fighting you; I don’t go after Twister or Trevor Blackwell, in your own words Iggy “The best in APW” I mean, I knew you had no self respect but c’mon now, really? The answer to your rather ironic question is this: because they don’t have what I want. You do. And like you said YOU aren’t feared, nor are you the “best APW has to offer” but I will be satisfied non the less after I smash your misguided ego into the ground. As for you getting “attacked from behind” If smacking you in the forehead with a crowbar is attacking someone from behind, my bad… It’s hard to tell your face from your ass so you can see how I would make that mistake. You see, as Extreme champion I had assumed you understood what I was going to do to take that from you. But maybe that’s been my problem the whole time. While I may be “Streets” Wilson, I AM a black belt in several different styles of martial arts. I think its time you get a lesson in why these arts have survived for thousands of years and have been called upon in times of war. Because when it goes down Iggy, this WILL be a war.
Susan: So what your saying is-
Streets Wilson: What I’m saying is, HOW DARE YOU. How dare you Iggy. How dare you walk amongst the Japanese people claiming to be a hero, when your clearly a joke. When your clearly in your saddest state, babbling to a Gorilla at the zoo, imagining it was Streets Wilson. You best stay and mock that caged gorilla, because you know the real Streets Wilson will slap the yellow right of your teeth. Do you see me going around stomping on those stupid little Iguanas. No… Because I’m not a retard… My opponent is a human being, and I will come face to face with him soon enough. I don’t need to build confidence by harassing animals at the zoo… Lets be perfectly honest here, he is scared. He has been scared his entire life, that’s why he drowns himself in tequila. He KNOWS deep down inside that his victories, while not exactly “flukes” were more luck rather than skill. He knows deep down inside he was fighting a broken Streets Wilson. But Streets Wilson will now “repair” the damage. The damage that comes from years and years of dedication to the sport of professional wrestling. But we’ll get back to that later, for now…
(Streets Wilson adjusts his fedora and repositions his angle in front of the camera)
Streets Wilson: let me tell you something about the Japanese people, they know what life is all about. Honor. Something you seem to have no aptitude for Iggy. You just don’t understand it. How could you? You’re the lowest form of human being on the planet- the alcoholic. The Japanese people are a warrior race, just as my fellow Greeks, or even my fellow countrymen the Americans: in fact most civilizations had their start as honorable warriors. Iggy apparently has no such drive inside him. He chooses to go to a zoo and badmouth a gorilla rather than address the real issues, or actually go and prepare for this match. Iggy has attempted to undermine my struggle by… making fun a gorilla… Iggy has no direction, he has no goals. He has no way of defeating me this time, I will return to my roots. Iggy thinks his “drunken tequila” style will save him again this time… Streets Wilson on the other hand has embraced the Japanese fighting style of Judo, amongst others. I have studies this art for years. It works well in professional wrestling. And take note of this as well; here in Japan professional wrestling is on a higher plane than it is in other places. Wrestling is still a respected art form over here. And the people know who can cut it and they know who’s just a transitional champion put there to warm that belt up for when the REAL champion gets there. They know that Streets Wilson does his homework. They know I am the better trained and better conditioned athlete. They know that when the time comes, I will strike you down Iggy. The time IS coming. We will put a cap on this little escapade of ours once and for all this time. Now let’s go Susan.
Susan: where are we going?
Streets Wilson: to the dojo
(the scene fades as Wilson and Susan Blanket head down the busy Japanese streets heading towards the dojo.)
Scene 2
(As the scene reopens up, Streets Wilson and reporter Susan Blanket are nearly at the dojo. They are deep in the city now, a comfortable place for the likes of Streets Wilson. He sees a man on the corner of the street, and immediately knows what he is doing. Wilson casually walks up to the man, exchanging some expressions and a few Japanese words with the man, the man hands Wilson a clear baggy with a green substance inside. They exchange pleasantries again and Wilson walks away, leading Susan inside the Dojo only a few feet away. As they arrive inside the dojo, a large mat can be seen laid out on the floor, and the Japanese are practicing some throwing techniques. As they arrive Wilson turns to Susan)
Streets Wilson: As you can see I prefer my drugs to be natural. Do you know how many deaths alcohol is responsible for a year? How many families I have seen destroyed back in Stamford because of that evil substance? How many people die in a year because of marijuana? I’ll tell you: 0… ZERO. I can smoke it in good conscience. As opposed to that filthy drunk Iggy, perpetuating a negative stereotype to the masses and on top of it probably not even realizing what a poison he is to the youth of the world. Anyway, as you can see this IS the dojo. I’ve never been here; wait while I talk to the master.
(Wilson proceeds to walk up to the man who is obviously the owner, and they engage in a short conversation, at the end of which they both step onto the mat. Wilson, and the Japanese man, a short man by Wilson’s standards, probably similar in size to Iggy’s undersized body. Another Japanese man stands in between Wilson and the master and yells “FIGHT” in Japanese. The Japanese man charges at Streets, but Streets grabs him by his gi and tosses him over his shoulder, the master lands on his feet and runs up to Wilson again, this time letting go a flurry of lefts and rights. Streets goes to block them but after the first punch hits his arm as he was going to block, he jumps backwards slightly surprised)
Streets Wilson (eyes bugging out of his head): Iron Fist. Very good.
(The master seems impressed)
Master: Good, you know the techniques.
Streets Wilson: Oh yes, I know what you had to go through to obtain mastery of this. Hours upon hours each day punching solid rock. Very impressive indeed. Go again
(They immediately re-engage, this time Wilson forms his hand into the shape of the eagle claw and as the Japanese masters fist is coming in for the strike, Wilson locks onto his wrist and applies pressure, coming from a normal man, this would do absolutely nothing, but being as Streets Wilson is well educated in the training for these techniques, he had been driving his hands into a jug full of small stones for years to bring their strength to a super human level. He also had practiced by crushing walnuts with his bare fingers. Subsequently, when he grabs the Japanese mans wrists and applies the pressure, the master is overcome with extreme pain, and is forced to use his free hand to in turn free the other hand before the structure of his wrist is literally destroyed. The second he frees his hand he immediately jumps into the air, executing a perfect spinning back kick as the heel of his foot smashes directly into Wilsons chest, but Wilson just sticks his chest out even more, and the masters foot bounces off as he falls to floor clutching his ankle)
Japanese Master: The Iron Jacket technique.
Streets Wilson: Precisely.
Japanese Master: You truly are a expert in the martial arts.
Streets Wilson: I have dedicated my life to it..
Japanese Master: What brings you to Japan? To our dojo?
Streets Wilson: I have a match coming up. My opponent is ill prepared; I must prepare “myself” for I have let him defeat me in the past
Japanese Master: Yes, we have all felt the sting of defeat before. Whether in life, or inside a ring. The important thing is to move forward, as you seem to be doing.
Streets Wilson: Well. I’m trying to get back in touch with what brought me to the point I am at in the first place. Pure unfiltered skill in the martial arts. I am a black belt in 3 different styles, but like anything else if you don’t practice enough your skill can fade. Unfortunately this has apparently happened to me, for I have been defeated by a man who I was sure I was superior too. The problem was just that I “was” superior to him. No doubt had it been even 1 year ago I would have torn him apart, he’s a drunk you see
Japanese Master: Ah yes, the wise man does not indulge
Streets Wilson: I agree. Anyway, I have come here to study the art in which I believe will be most crucial in the type of environment I will be facing him: the art of Judo. It has become quite apparent to me that I have been utilizing the wrong fighting style to deal with this “Iggy”. Where I should have been using the “ju” or gentle techniques, I was preoccupied with my own rage, thus using too much force. I had lost sight of the fact that fighting is an “art form” I had been blinded by the opponents un-cleanliness and in turn I had sunk down to his own level. No longer will I sink to his level, I will rise above him and show the true form of combat. Or rather, the lack thereof. I will look to the people who have paved the way for me to even be considered to learn these techniques for inspiration. Bruce Lee, the individual who single handedly brought Kung Fu to the western world when he took his stand against the Chinese mafia. Jackie Chan, who grew up without any parents living with the Chinese opera people. Suffering daily being forced to perform vigorous routines, to later become one of the most recognizable and respected movie stars in history. Chuck Norris, to the common folk they would see him as the star of multiple bad movies, but those who are educated know him as the legendary fighter who went undefeated for 7 years straight, amassing a record of 65-5. You see, Chuck lost as well. But then something clicked inside of him, he went on to avenge every single loss, and continue on to remain undefeated for the rest of his career. I’m sure you can see the parallels I’m pointing out with each of these individuals. But I am not Chuck Norris, I am Streets Wilson. I will pave my own path of legend. I will usher in my OWN era. At the same time I will bring to an end the short, but mildly successful reign of Iggy “The iguana”
Japanese Master:…. Very well…
Streets Wilson: Thank you for your time sir, I WILL be back here to train.
(Wilson bows and then he and Susan Blanket walk out of the building)
Scene 2
(Release Yo Delf by Method Man begins to blast throughout the arena. The fans in attendance jump up from their seats in anticipation, for they know who is coming now. Streets Wilson emerges from the behind the curtain in all his ghetto glory. Upon his head rests the crown of the streets, a simple fedora: but when worn upon HIS head, an unmistakable item the sight of which sends most people running. Across his fist is the familiar word “Streets” is spelled out in silver lettering, sparkling in the professionally lit arena of another APW house show. He is dressed as usual in a Judogi, or translated simply “Judo Uniform”. In the crowd plastic blow up versions of his signature switchblade can be seen scattered throughout the arena. Young women are fainting as the lord of the streets passes them by. While the males desperately attempt to reach out and touch greatness. Streets methodically proceeds up the steel steps and inside the ring. He signals for someone to hand him a mic. He walks over to the corner and reaches over the ropes to grab one from one of the crew)
Streets Wilson: And now, for all of you loyal fans viewing pleasure, you all get to see a martial arts demonstration by me: Streets Wilson.
(Wilson snaps his fingers causing 3 men to slide inside of the ring and surround him. The first man charges at Wilson and attempts to grapple him. At which point Wilson grabs the mans arm and pulls on it, causing it to outstretch, and causing the man to be exposed. Wilson then proceeds to hit him with a straight punch directly in his exposed neck. The last two men charge Wilson together, but when one of them gets close enough he jumps and kicks the first man in the chest, causing the man(who weighed a good 30-40 pounds less than Wilson) to fly backwards into his partner, who happened to holding his hands out to catch the man. The sheer force of the first man flying through the air and slamming into the second mans arms, caused the second mans arms to break from the pressure. There was now one man lying on the ground clutching his chest and trying to draw air, one man with a most likely ruptured trachea and one man screaming out in pain with broken arms as the EMT’s take him away. Wilson looks on with a look of horror on his face as his scripted martial arts demonstration went horribly wrong.)
Streets Wilson: Well… um… I guess that’s what’s going to happen to Iggy…
(Wilson drops the mic to the ground and immediately runs backstage to call his lawyer, as the crowd looks on with a look of shock and horror on their faces.)
Some call him a loser.
Some call him a hero.
What is he?
Who is he?
Streets Wilson.
(A japanese news reporter comes onto the screen. She is sitting at a desk with some papers in her hands and a very serious look on her face. She is looking past the camera probably to her director, waiting for some sort of signal. You can tell she’s gotten it because she turns directly into the camera)
Reporter: A battle was fought today, on the city streets. Police say that a drug deal may have gone bad, resulting in a large scale battle between the two opposing partys. The casualties have been reported to be in the dozens. The amazing part; no guns were involved. Only this footage has been released.
(Footage starts to play of none other than Streets Wilson being led into a police car with handcuffs on his wrists. He is screaming obscenities and bleeding slightly from the mouth. Before they slam the car door in his face, he screams out something incomprehensible to the camera.)
(After this, footage is shown of Wilson’s short but yet magnificent career. From his debut match destroying “Dangerous” Steve Hawkins, to the neck wrenching most recent victory over Kristina Blackwell, and all the DDT’s, brass knuckles, crowbars, and pepper bombs in between.)
(Streets Wilson can now be seen exiting the police station hours later. He is smiling widely and looking around for someone. When he see’s the camera he immediately runs up to it and gets right in the screen.)
Woman(With camera crew): Hello! I’m Susan Blanket: Channel 12 news: here on the scene with Streets Wilson, who has just been arrested on camera!
(Wilson laughs and then turns and smiles towards the camera)
Susan: So Mr. Wilson. You have a reputation of being one the meanest, most ruthless bastards in the APW.
Streets Wilson: Yeah
Susan: How do you respond to allegations that you are staging all of these “out of control stabbings” and “vicious brawls” you always seem to be getting into on camera?
(Wilson just stares into the camera, as Susan Blanket holds the mic up to his face)
Streets Wilson: Listen bitch, Streets Wilson is in the news every single day!! Why you ask? It must be because the camera just can’t resist me. It could be because I am in a different city almost every single day, and that means shit just happens. Whatever the reason, it means only one thing. People can’t even deny it any longer. I strike fear into the hearts of my opponents. I strike fear into anyone who comes face to face with me. Oh sure, they talk a bunch of smack when I’m not around. But when its time to gets down, no one seems to be up to the task. Anytime someone gets full of themselves, they always send them right over to Streets Wilson, so I can give them a real nice beating. You know, take them down a notch. I guess since I have been losing some matches as of late, people started to forget who I really am. They start to forget why everyone was talking about Streets Wilson in the first place. It was because I am the ABSOLUTE best this business has to offer. The master of extreme, the voice of the streets, it really doesn’t matter what they call me, its basically all true. To deny my greatness is to fuel it. I have proven myself time and time again to be the absolute wrong person to screw with. Whether it be in the ring, or outside of it, anyone who wants to will find out that I am the absolute REAL THING. Iggy already knows this, as I had the pleasure of beating his ass up and down a few arenas lately. Oh sure, he won those matches, but I always like to look at who got the worst beating, who “really” came out on top so to speak. Because if you ask me, titles change hands quickly enough in this business, Iggy has had his 15 minutes of fame, now its time for Streets Wilson to take an ETERNITY for the streets.
Susan Blanket: An eternity? But Iggy has beaten you before, why do you keep saying you’re going to beat him?
(Streets Wilson’s expression suddenly changes from a wide smile to a depressed frown.)
Streets Wilson (in an angered tone): Listen Susan, don’t ask questions you don’t know the answer to
Susan: But-
Streets Wilson (cutting her off): HEY. Listen Sue, basically it boils down to this- Don’t you worry about me, I’ve had my share of beatings growing up on the west side of Stamford, it’s not that big of a deal. Its not like I was ever seriously injured or anything… Plus, I always know I’ll get the chance to get him back. Like I said before “Its not over” Its not over until I SAY its over. And I say its over once I have that damn belt in my hands, held high for the streets to see
Susan: But streets are something you walk on, their-
Streets Wilson: HOW DARE YOU UNDERMINE MY MESSAGE BITCH!? You think I don’t know what STREETS are. MY NAME IS STREETS WILSON. Go ahead and picture those streets… RIGHT NOW!
(Susan can be seen clearly trying to imagine them.)
Susan: I don’t see anything
Streets Wilson (in a rather mysterious tone of voice): Yes, you do
(Suddenly, here eyes roll into the back of her head as she seems to be having some sort of “vision”)
Streets Wilson: Do you see them?!!?
Susan Blanket: I see them
Streets Wilson: YES… YES… Now who do you see “ON” those streets
Susan Blanket: I don’t see anyone… wait… wait a minute
Streets Wilson: YES…
Susan Blanket: I see you. I see you sitting on a throne. Your holding the Extreme Title belt and “the people” All the people are gathering to you. The children are dancing around. The adults have tears in their eyes, they understand the struggle you went through to get there. They understand you really did it for them. The children are still dancing, content with the fact that they now know they can do anything. They can do anything they put their mind to. The entire community has been uplifted by one man. But you are not a man. Much…. Much more than just a man.
(The voice she is speaking in seems to no longer be her own. Something far greater is being channeled through her)
Susan: they’re celebrating, their celebrating your victory…
Susan: Their celebrating “their” victory.
(She begins to shake violently)
Susan Blanket: A victory… for the streets
(Susan’s eyes return to normal, and the vision subsides)
Susan: Yes… I understand now, I understand why you keep fighting.
Streets Wilson: you’re damn right you do. Now, let me take this time to speak directly to my opponent. Iggy, we all know your just some illiterate immigrant or something. You aimlessly wander around a Japanese zoo and somehow think you’re the man. News flash retard, I’m not a gorilla; I’m the messiah of the streets. Here’s another piece of information you may have overlooked… I’m not in a cage. I’m free and I’m coming to destroy you. I notice how even YOU, Iggy “The Iguana” you even overlook YOURSELF. You say I waste my time fighting you; I don’t go after Twister or Trevor Blackwell, in your own words Iggy “The best in APW” I mean, I knew you had no self respect but c’mon now, really? The answer to your rather ironic question is this: because they don’t have what I want. You do. And like you said YOU aren’t feared, nor are you the “best APW has to offer” but I will be satisfied non the less after I smash your misguided ego into the ground. As for you getting “attacked from behind” If smacking you in the forehead with a crowbar is attacking someone from behind, my bad… It’s hard to tell your face from your ass so you can see how I would make that mistake. You see, as Extreme champion I had assumed you understood what I was going to do to take that from you. But maybe that’s been my problem the whole time. While I may be “Streets” Wilson, I AM a black belt in several different styles of martial arts. I think its time you get a lesson in why these arts have survived for thousands of years and have been called upon in times of war. Because when it goes down Iggy, this WILL be a war.
Susan: So what your saying is-
Streets Wilson: What I’m saying is, HOW DARE YOU. How dare you Iggy. How dare you walk amongst the Japanese people claiming to be a hero, when your clearly a joke. When your clearly in your saddest state, babbling to a Gorilla at the zoo, imagining it was Streets Wilson. You best stay and mock that caged gorilla, because you know the real Streets Wilson will slap the yellow right of your teeth. Do you see me going around stomping on those stupid little Iguanas. No… Because I’m not a retard… My opponent is a human being, and I will come face to face with him soon enough. I don’t need to build confidence by harassing animals at the zoo… Lets be perfectly honest here, he is scared. He has been scared his entire life, that’s why he drowns himself in tequila. He KNOWS deep down inside that his victories, while not exactly “flukes” were more luck rather than skill. He knows deep down inside he was fighting a broken Streets Wilson. But Streets Wilson will now “repair” the damage. The damage that comes from years and years of dedication to the sport of professional wrestling. But we’ll get back to that later, for now…
(Streets Wilson adjusts his fedora and repositions his angle in front of the camera)
Streets Wilson: let me tell you something about the Japanese people, they know what life is all about. Honor. Something you seem to have no aptitude for Iggy. You just don’t understand it. How could you? You’re the lowest form of human being on the planet- the alcoholic. The Japanese people are a warrior race, just as my fellow Greeks, or even my fellow countrymen the Americans: in fact most civilizations had their start as honorable warriors. Iggy apparently has no such drive inside him. He chooses to go to a zoo and badmouth a gorilla rather than address the real issues, or actually go and prepare for this match. Iggy has attempted to undermine my struggle by… making fun a gorilla… Iggy has no direction, he has no goals. He has no way of defeating me this time, I will return to my roots. Iggy thinks his “drunken tequila” style will save him again this time… Streets Wilson on the other hand has embraced the Japanese fighting style of Judo, amongst others. I have studies this art for years. It works well in professional wrestling. And take note of this as well; here in Japan professional wrestling is on a higher plane than it is in other places. Wrestling is still a respected art form over here. And the people know who can cut it and they know who’s just a transitional champion put there to warm that belt up for when the REAL champion gets there. They know that Streets Wilson does his homework. They know I am the better trained and better conditioned athlete. They know that when the time comes, I will strike you down Iggy. The time IS coming. We will put a cap on this little escapade of ours once and for all this time. Now let’s go Susan.
Susan: where are we going?
Streets Wilson: to the dojo
(the scene fades as Wilson and Susan Blanket head down the busy Japanese streets heading towards the dojo.)
Scene 2
(As the scene reopens up, Streets Wilson and reporter Susan Blanket are nearly at the dojo. They are deep in the city now, a comfortable place for the likes of Streets Wilson. He sees a man on the corner of the street, and immediately knows what he is doing. Wilson casually walks up to the man, exchanging some expressions and a few Japanese words with the man, the man hands Wilson a clear baggy with a green substance inside. They exchange pleasantries again and Wilson walks away, leading Susan inside the Dojo only a few feet away. As they arrive inside the dojo, a large mat can be seen laid out on the floor, and the Japanese are practicing some throwing techniques. As they arrive Wilson turns to Susan)
Streets Wilson: As you can see I prefer my drugs to be natural. Do you know how many deaths alcohol is responsible for a year? How many families I have seen destroyed back in Stamford because of that evil substance? How many people die in a year because of marijuana? I’ll tell you: 0… ZERO. I can smoke it in good conscience. As opposed to that filthy drunk Iggy, perpetuating a negative stereotype to the masses and on top of it probably not even realizing what a poison he is to the youth of the world. Anyway, as you can see this IS the dojo. I’ve never been here; wait while I talk to the master.
(Wilson proceeds to walk up to the man who is obviously the owner, and they engage in a short conversation, at the end of which they both step onto the mat. Wilson, and the Japanese man, a short man by Wilson’s standards, probably similar in size to Iggy’s undersized body. Another Japanese man stands in between Wilson and the master and yells “FIGHT” in Japanese. The Japanese man charges at Streets, but Streets grabs him by his gi and tosses him over his shoulder, the master lands on his feet and runs up to Wilson again, this time letting go a flurry of lefts and rights. Streets goes to block them but after the first punch hits his arm as he was going to block, he jumps backwards slightly surprised)
Streets Wilson (eyes bugging out of his head): Iron Fist. Very good.
(The master seems impressed)
Master: Good, you know the techniques.
Streets Wilson: Oh yes, I know what you had to go through to obtain mastery of this. Hours upon hours each day punching solid rock. Very impressive indeed. Go again
(They immediately re-engage, this time Wilson forms his hand into the shape of the eagle claw and as the Japanese masters fist is coming in for the strike, Wilson locks onto his wrist and applies pressure, coming from a normal man, this would do absolutely nothing, but being as Streets Wilson is well educated in the training for these techniques, he had been driving his hands into a jug full of small stones for years to bring their strength to a super human level. He also had practiced by crushing walnuts with his bare fingers. Subsequently, when he grabs the Japanese mans wrists and applies the pressure, the master is overcome with extreme pain, and is forced to use his free hand to in turn free the other hand before the structure of his wrist is literally destroyed. The second he frees his hand he immediately jumps into the air, executing a perfect spinning back kick as the heel of his foot smashes directly into Wilsons chest, but Wilson just sticks his chest out even more, and the masters foot bounces off as he falls to floor clutching his ankle)
Japanese Master: The Iron Jacket technique.
Streets Wilson: Precisely.
Japanese Master: You truly are a expert in the martial arts.
Streets Wilson: I have dedicated my life to it..
Japanese Master: What brings you to Japan? To our dojo?
Streets Wilson: I have a match coming up. My opponent is ill prepared; I must prepare “myself” for I have let him defeat me in the past
Japanese Master: Yes, we have all felt the sting of defeat before. Whether in life, or inside a ring. The important thing is to move forward, as you seem to be doing.
Streets Wilson: Well. I’m trying to get back in touch with what brought me to the point I am at in the first place. Pure unfiltered skill in the martial arts. I am a black belt in 3 different styles, but like anything else if you don’t practice enough your skill can fade. Unfortunately this has apparently happened to me, for I have been defeated by a man who I was sure I was superior too. The problem was just that I “was” superior to him. No doubt had it been even 1 year ago I would have torn him apart, he’s a drunk you see
Japanese Master: Ah yes, the wise man does not indulge
Streets Wilson: I agree. Anyway, I have come here to study the art in which I believe will be most crucial in the type of environment I will be facing him: the art of Judo. It has become quite apparent to me that I have been utilizing the wrong fighting style to deal with this “Iggy”. Where I should have been using the “ju” or gentle techniques, I was preoccupied with my own rage, thus using too much force. I had lost sight of the fact that fighting is an “art form” I had been blinded by the opponents un-cleanliness and in turn I had sunk down to his own level. No longer will I sink to his level, I will rise above him and show the true form of combat. Or rather, the lack thereof. I will look to the people who have paved the way for me to even be considered to learn these techniques for inspiration. Bruce Lee, the individual who single handedly brought Kung Fu to the western world when he took his stand against the Chinese mafia. Jackie Chan, who grew up without any parents living with the Chinese opera people. Suffering daily being forced to perform vigorous routines, to later become one of the most recognizable and respected movie stars in history. Chuck Norris, to the common folk they would see him as the star of multiple bad movies, but those who are educated know him as the legendary fighter who went undefeated for 7 years straight, amassing a record of 65-5. You see, Chuck lost as well. But then something clicked inside of him, he went on to avenge every single loss, and continue on to remain undefeated for the rest of his career. I’m sure you can see the parallels I’m pointing out with each of these individuals. But I am not Chuck Norris, I am Streets Wilson. I will pave my own path of legend. I will usher in my OWN era. At the same time I will bring to an end the short, but mildly successful reign of Iggy “The iguana”
Japanese Master:…. Very well…
Streets Wilson: Thank you for your time sir, I WILL be back here to train.
(Wilson bows and then he and Susan Blanket walk out of the building)
Scene 2
(Release Yo Delf by Method Man begins to blast throughout the arena. The fans in attendance jump up from their seats in anticipation, for they know who is coming now. Streets Wilson emerges from the behind the curtain in all his ghetto glory. Upon his head rests the crown of the streets, a simple fedora: but when worn upon HIS head, an unmistakable item the sight of which sends most people running. Across his fist is the familiar word “Streets” is spelled out in silver lettering, sparkling in the professionally lit arena of another APW house show. He is dressed as usual in a Judogi, or translated simply “Judo Uniform”. In the crowd plastic blow up versions of his signature switchblade can be seen scattered throughout the arena. Young women are fainting as the lord of the streets passes them by. While the males desperately attempt to reach out and touch greatness. Streets methodically proceeds up the steel steps and inside the ring. He signals for someone to hand him a mic. He walks over to the corner and reaches over the ropes to grab one from one of the crew)
Streets Wilson: And now, for all of you loyal fans viewing pleasure, you all get to see a martial arts demonstration by me: Streets Wilson.
(Wilson snaps his fingers causing 3 men to slide inside of the ring and surround him. The first man charges at Wilson and attempts to grapple him. At which point Wilson grabs the mans arm and pulls on it, causing it to outstretch, and causing the man to be exposed. Wilson then proceeds to hit him with a straight punch directly in his exposed neck. The last two men charge Wilson together, but when one of them gets close enough he jumps and kicks the first man in the chest, causing the man(who weighed a good 30-40 pounds less than Wilson) to fly backwards into his partner, who happened to holding his hands out to catch the man. The sheer force of the first man flying through the air and slamming into the second mans arms, caused the second mans arms to break from the pressure. There was now one man lying on the ground clutching his chest and trying to draw air, one man with a most likely ruptured trachea and one man screaming out in pain with broken arms as the EMT’s take him away. Wilson looks on with a look of horror on his face as his scripted martial arts demonstration went horribly wrong.)
Streets Wilson: Well… um… I guess that’s what’s going to happen to Iggy…
(Wilson drops the mic to the ground and immediately runs backstage to call his lawyer, as the crowd looks on with a look of shock and horror on their faces.)
