Post by Streets Wilson on Sept 3, 2012 21:01:57 GMT -4
The Voice of Morgan Freeman: There was once a competitor in the world of professional wrestling. A competitor so dangerous, that a rookie may quit the buisness if he sees his name next to this competitors on the card. A competitor so legendary, that his name is still muttered in the streets to this day. His skills so formidable, that 90% of what is considered "top competition" ... just plain bores him when he toys with them in the ring. Rest assured (or maybe rest uneasy) This man does exist. He has always existed. And He will always exist. Whats most unsettling and scary about this world: is its reality. Its not bigfoot that fills my heart with fear, and it is not the Loch Ness monster. It is Streets Wilson. :
(We come to a scene that looks all too familiar: There is a man standing on a street corner. He is a tall man. His muscles are quite large compared to the average person. He wears a fedora upon his head. But the more striking than his attire, is his demeanor. He is not a happy looking man. His eyes, which would be the most telling of this mans rage, are covered by a pair of sunglasses. A fact that is a little peculiar, since it is nighttime. But still this mans face conveys all of his contempt for the world and possibly life itself. The fact that he is currently being held up at knifepoint is most likely not helping his condition. There are 2 individuals standing across from him, and one is brandishing a rather large knife in a threatening manner. Their manner of dress indicates poverty. His associate is yelling something at Streets Wilson)
Thug # 2: We don't care who you are, so stop trying to explain it to us you nutcase.
Thug# 1: JUST GIVE ME THE MONEY
Streets Wilson: ... No.
(the two thugs look sort of puzzled for a moment, before it all begins to hapen... The thug with the knife advances and thrusts his blade towards the abdomen of the man in the fedora. The knife connects, but does not penetrate the skin. The thug is visibly straining as he tries to push the blade through the mans skin.)
Streets Wilson: You have made a fatal mistake.
(the thugs facial expressing is rapidly changing from anger to bewilderment, and finally: to fear)
Streets Wilson: I am Streets Wilson.
(the unarmed thug is looking on, and upon hearing these words, his expression changes to one pure horror)
Streets Wilson: I have mastered the Iron Body. You will not stab me...
(The armed thug pulls his blade back for one final powerful thrust. His arm shoots forward towards Streets Wilson's face. Streets Wilson, as if the world is in slow motion to him, grabs the mans arm as it shoots forward, twisting it around into a wrist lock. The formerly armed thug is screaming out in pain, an expression of pure horror on his face. The unarmed thug is apparently the more intelligent of the two, because by this point he is 100 feet away still running. Streets Wilson is just intently staring watching his victims reaction as he applies pressure at will to the mans wrist.)
Streets Wilson: I am going to hurt you.
(The victims eyes are bugging out of his head at this point)
Thug: AHHHH!!
Streets Wilson: You will never attempt anything like this again.
(The victim thugs eyes are now beginning to tear up from pain and fear)
Thug: PLEASE: I HAVE A FAMILY!
(Streets Wilson's expression becomes visibly more irritated)
Streets Wilson: Then you have failed them...
(Streets Wilson can be seen tightening the wristlock, before bringing his own elbow down upon the thugs elbow: snapping it clean in half with a sickening sound. The thug begins screaming in pain and rolling around on the ground, his arm now at a 90 degree angle: in the wrong direction. Streets Wilson grabs the man by his broken arm and lifts him to his feet, causing an unfathomable amount of pain in the process. He takes one last look at the thugs face: now covered in tears and snot and mucus. Streets Wilson grabs the man by his broken arm, and the back of his head and tosses him face first into a nearby brick wall. The thug awkwardly slides down the wall leaving a line of blood towards the ground.)
Streets Wilson: You shouldn't have stopped me. For the first time in a long time, I have somewhere to go
(Streets Wilson turns and nonchalantly begins to walk down the street, and eventually turns a corner out of view)
