Post by Streets Wilson on Sept 9, 2012 11:23:36 GMT -4
“Everywhere I go they always have you fighting people named “Assasin” and “Shadow” on “the way up” don’t they?”
(Streets Wilson is sitting down next to what appears to be a high school student. Wilson is down at the local high school, being interviewed by a student for their film class.)
Streets Wilson: I mean really, there must be a Shadow and Assassin factory out there somewhere, They have you face them whenever it’s time to “claw your way back to the top” or whatever…
High School Student: And in your return, do you plan to-
(Streets Wilson completely ignores the student and continues to speak)
Streets Wilson: It’s so pathetic I honestly and sincerely do not know and cannot identify one undistinguished wrestler named “Shadow” from the next. Maybe someone can help me out? How does one come to be referred to as shadow? Was it the Ninja themed D movie craze of the 80’s?
High School Student: I –
Streets Wilson: NO wait… wait a minute. Let’s try to figure this thing out here.
(Streets Wilson is rubbing his chin thinking about things when 2 high school students (apparently fans of his) seem to notice he is there)
Fan: don’t say anything stupid its “STREETS WILSON” for Jehovah’s sake.
(The fans nervously make their way up to Streets Wilson as he is being interviewed. Streets Wilson notices them approaching)
Streets Wilson: WELL hey there young people! Let me see if I have a pen here…
(Streets Wilson is searching around for a pen while smiling: it’s been a while since he’s been recognized)
Fan #2: Hey Streets, I brought “potater salad”
(The smile completely disappears from Streets Wilsons face)
Streets Wilson: … What?
Fan: I said I –
(The fan is abruptly cut off)
Streets Wilson: NO NO NO- Everyone thinks it’s just a big joke. Yeah, novelty act “Streets Wilson” is back right? WRONG. This is very serious.
(Streets angrily makes a waving motion with his hands)
Streets Wilson: Sabastian! Bring me my chamomile tea.
Sabastian: Y-yes SIR!
Streets Wilson: NO WAIT!!!!. Just get me the green tea.
Sabastian: Of course sir.
Streets Wilson: So now… while he’s-
(Streets is interrupted by a man coming in wearing an expensive looking suit.)
Streets Wilson: Who in the F are you?
Man in business suit: Et-hem. I am your attorney Mr. Wilson, Don “Sapisco” and I’d advise you to-
(Streets Wilson abruptly interrupts the man)
Streets Wilson: I DON’T HAVE TO DO JACK-TITS
(Streets Wilsons attorney takes a step back and adjusts his tie)
Don Sapisco: Well, it would be wise for you to listen to me Mr. Wilson. You are being brought up on charges here pertaining to that “incident” that took place at Chuck Norris’s “Kick Drugs out of America” event
Streets Wilson: … yeah yeah… Are you sure that’s your name? It sounds made up…
Don Sapisco: Well… this footage is very incriminating Mr. Wilson
(The attorney plays the footage)
( Chuck Norris himself is standing on a stage holding a microphone. He is speaking to a group of teens/young adults, his magnificent mustache bobbing up and down, emphasizing his every point. )
Chuck Norris: This next speaker is a close personal friend of mine, and someone who I think you’ll be excited to hear from. After his speech today he will also be doing a demonstration of his skills with one of my students. So here he is now: STREETS WILSON
(Streets Wilson walks out from behind a curtain to a roar from the crowd. He walks up to Chuck Norris and they exchange the manliest handshake ever caught on film. Chuck finishes shaking his hand and walks offstage.)
Streets Wilson: It’s great to be here tonight, I just flew in last night. But getting down to business here: I just want to tell you that I agree with everything Chuck has been saying here tonight, and it’s an honor for him to have me here.
(Streets Wilson smiles at the crowd)
Streets Wilson: As some of you may know, I am very soon making my long awaited return into the world of professional wrestling. I will be facing some guy named
(Streets Wilson pulls out a sticky note and reads it aloud)
Streets Wilson: … “Shadow”
(he stuffs the paper back into his pocket)
Streets Wilson: Now, I’ve faced people named Shadow before… lord knows I have. I couldn’t tell you if this is the same guy or not… after a while all the “Shadows” you fight in your career sort of blend together. But now- let me do this knife related demonstration first and then I’ll be able to make my point off of that.
(Streets Wilson begins to unsheathe a seemingly cartoonish-length knife. Most likely 10 inches long…)
Streets Wilson (in an Australian accent): Now that’s a knife.
(Streets Wilson lowers his sunglasses slightly to wink at the crowd)
Streets Wilson: ok, will Mr. Norris’s student please step up here now
(A skinny, acne faced teenager with a bowl hair cut steps up onto the stage)
Streets Wilson: Ok stand right over there.
(Streets Wilson throws the redicolously large knife into the air. Smiling as he does so.)
Streets Wilson: OK HERE WE GO
(Streets Wilson is looking up towards the knife he just threw into the air)
Streets Wilson: Hmm…?
(Streets Wilson sticks his hand out as if he is feeling for rain drops)
Streets Wilson: I seem to have… thrown it up there too far… Well.. anyway- while were waiting for that to come down, I’ll show you how I took down a previous, most likely different, wrestler I fought named “Shadow” a long time ago. He was comin off the ropes and I was like –
(Streets Wilsons foot shoots up in a kicking motion towards the teenagers face, stopping just before hitting him, but kicking the knife that was coming down from the sky directly into his facial region, slicing deep into his face)
Teenager (clutching at his face with blood streaming through his fingers): AHHHHHHH!!!!!!! MY EYE!!!!
(Blood is pouring unctrollably out of the boys face and onto the stage at he desperately tries to cover the wound with his hands. At this point Chuck Norris comes rushing out from backstage with an extremely concerned look on his face and covers the boys wound with a white towel. The towel is immedietly soaked red as Chuck Norris leads the wounded teen off-stage)
Streets Wilson: well anyways…
(Streets Wilson is standing onstage in total silence- the audience horrified and not knowing what to do)
(Now back in the present day)
Don Sapisco: SO… As you can see we have quite a case to deal with here…
Streets Wilson (not looking very concerned): Yes… well… if I do that to someone by accident, imagine what I’m going to do when I’m TRYING to hurt them.
(Streets Wilson pushes the attorney aside and then begins to address the camera man)
Streets Wilson (looking off screen at someone): So- should I lose the glasses or what? I don’t know sometimes I like them, but sometimes you need to see the eyes to convey certain things…
(Streets Wilson makes a waving motion with his hands as if to say “Fuck It” and begins to address his upcoming opponent)
Streets Wilson: You know, a lot of people are asking me: Hey Streets, how do you plan to just jump back into the game like this after several years off? Shadow himself is probably asking “Just who is this guy anywa-
(Streets Wilson then cuts himself off)
Streets Wilson: I’m Streets Wilson, and I don’t give a fuck who you are.
(Streets Wilson looks as though he is very content with the delivery of his previous line- as a bunch of high school students walking by are giggling and pointing at him)
Streets Wilson: And I don’t have to. Whether your 6’10 and plan to give me “the big boot”… or if you’re a fellow martial artist like myself, and you plan to actually attempt to fight me, instead of going through the ridiculous motions that so many have in the past. It’s like I a told Michael Lively years ago, if you attempt to do some sort of “flipping legdrop” from the top on Streets Wilson: I will simply move out of the way… and watch the ridiculous spectacle from a safe distance. The reason being, I’m not here to play games. And you’re not going to defeat Streets Wilson with bullshit. You’re going to actually have to win. You’re going to have to defeat me in the ring somehow, and that “somehow” is going to have to involve a maneuver that actually works, because I fucking guarantee you: the things Streets Wilson does to you DO WORK. Listen here “Shadow” that’s a fitting name for someone like you because that’s all you seem to be. A “Shadow” of someone somebody might actually care about. I mean… here you are on “Meltdown” right? So while you may be content to “settle in on Meltdown for a good long while” Let me be the first to assure you that Streets Wilson won’t be on the inferior card long, Streets Wilson is going straight to the top: like he always does. And how does Streets Wilson do this? By being the best, and By having the most interesting matches. You will be, like so many before you, a simple stepping stone for me to “rise up in the ranks” again. As if I haven’t done it before… As if it’s even a question of “if” it’s going to happen: There is no question, Streets Wilson destroys. Streets Wilson wins. In fact, what the hell am I doing on this show anyway? Someone high up in the pecking order must not like you Shadow. They must not like you to the point that they have unjustly put Streets Wilson on this inferior show, just so I’ll harm you in ways you never even imagined. Yeah, Streets Wilson is going to hurt you… The question is how “YOUR” legacy is going to be defined by this fact. Will you fall as easily as so many have? Or will you actually do anything offensive, and maybe give the people there money’s worth in some way. Streets Wilson is going to win, the question is, in what way are you going to lose? Will the fans remember “the time Streets Wilson kicked the shit out of Shadow”? or will they remember “The time Streets Wilson slapped “some guy” around the ring before mercifully ending it”? I think I can probably answer that one already, but let’s just hope you can give the people something worthwhile.
Streets Wilson: Maybe you younger fans don’t understand what is going to happen to my opponent, well I can guarantee you it won’t be pretty. I’m Streets fucking Wilson, I could kill you with a tortellini if I felt like it.
(There is snickering heard from the peanut gallery of cameramen and production crew)
Streets Wilson: The maneuver Streets Wilson performs doesn’t require the co-operation of his opponents. Streets Wilson just gets the job done. And when the Shaolin Nerve Hold grips your throat “Shadow”, and your eyes bug out of your head as you gasp and grasp for air, and your body does not respond the way you want it to because of the immense pain, and you stand there a helpless lump of limp flesh as I tighten the grip: THEN, and only then will you know what it is to face a man like Streets Wilson. You will then understand why the APW fans are talking about ME. Who else would they talk about anyway? Ryan Collins? You? NO. Streets Wilson. I come correct. Streets Wilson is NEVER the man whose name you want to see next to yours on the card, because Streets Wilson is NEVER the underdog. On Streets Wilson’s WORST day you still walk away contemplating your career, more likely: your own mortality. Because if Streets Wilson does this to you today, what will he do to you tomorrow?
(Streets Wilson’s expression changes to an inquisitive one)
Streets Wilson: Will Streets Wilson be in my home when I return there tonight, waiting for me? Upon my entrance into my own home, will Streets Wilson beat me over the head mercilessly with a shovel? The short answer is… Yes.
(Streets Wilson is pacing back and forth now, lecturing the APW viewing audience)
Streets Wilson: If you offend me, I will make it so you never even think of doing so again. I will destroy not only you, but your family, your friends, your worldly possessions. Why? Because I have to. Because this is what I chose as my profession. And you damn well better believe when Streets Wilson does something, he does it BETTER THAN YOU. But I don’t have to sit here and talk a bunch of shit for 40 minutes. The fans, the wrestlers and the emergency room personnel are going to find out real soon what so many are already aware of. And their going to find out the “hard way”. It’s very unfortunate when a wrestler faces Streets Wilson, and they are not up to the task. Streets Wilson defeats you in such a way, that your fans don’t ever look at you the same again. Hell, your FAMILY doesn’t look at you the same again. After what Streets Wilson does to you? How could they? Seeing you like that, a quivering mess. They thought you were a hero. But then they see you fight a real man. They see that your best is simply not good enough. They see the look in your eyes when it finally clicks: “This man is better than me”. “I cannot win”
(Streets Wilson is accentuating his point with aggressive hand motions at this point)
Streets Wilson: Your family and friends go through several stages at this point. #1 is anger. They are angry at me for destroying their reality. They are angry because they backed you in the first place, not knowing that one such as myself even exists. The #2 stage is Sadness. They are feeling sadness for you, and for themselves. They are feeling empathy towards your pathetic situation. A man so proud, humbled so greatly. Finally they come to the third stage “Acceptance”. They cannot deny what is right in front of their eyes. You, (their hero) have been exposed as a regular guy. You- who they thought to be a super-hero of sorts, now a broken man whose time came and went in the blink of an eye. All because of Streets Wilson, and his superior ability. Streets Wilson and his superior intelligence. Its all Streets Wilson’s fault. And so the fans finally accept: it is best to get behind Streets Wilson now, Then later down the line, when the inevitable happens, and Streets Wilson takes gold belts again: they can for once be backing the correct wrestler. They can for once, through me, feel like a winner.
(Streets Wilson is smiling now)
Streets Wilson: But… if they DON’T back Streets Wilson, their fate is the same as my opponent. They feel the same helplessness. They feel the same shame. But Streets Wilson doesn’t care about them. Streets Wilson, just like all the legends before me, just like Karl Gotch says “I tear them up like they are nothing” Our type of wrestler, the skilled wrestler, The superior man, needs not to “cut a better promo” than the opponent, oh no. I AM the better promo. My existence is the promo. And my opponent knows this coming in. What can a man really say, when he knows that no matter what he says, and no matter how he phrases anything: At the end of that day, he still has to enter that ring with STREETS WILSON. It doesn’t matter if he has the crowd chanting his name all throughout the match: because I assure of this, once Streets Wilson ENDS the match, not wins the match, ENDS the match, that crowd gets real quiet all of the sudden. And that bell rings, and Streets Wilson’s hand is raised. But… in the coming years the APW fans and the wrestlers themselves, are going to find out exactly what Streets Wilson is all about…
(By this point a number of high school students and some teachers have gathered around and are cheering after Streets Wilson’s every sentence)
Streets Wilson: So maybe I’m not 100% sure I’ve faced you before… sadly, there’s about 200 wrestlers named “Shadow” out there, and I can’t tell you losers apart… There’s only one… Streets Wilson. One thing I can tell you though, and I really do advise you to do this, is: If I were you, I would run. I would run and tell my family, and I would run and tell my friends. That tonight is the night I fall. Tonight is the night I face: … Streets Wilson.
(Streets Wilson sees a passing high school student rushing to their next period’s class and Streets proceeds to abruptly slaps the book out of the passing nerds hands and walks away)
(Streets Wilson is sitting down next to what appears to be a high school student. Wilson is down at the local high school, being interviewed by a student for their film class.)
Streets Wilson: I mean really, there must be a Shadow and Assassin factory out there somewhere, They have you face them whenever it’s time to “claw your way back to the top” or whatever…
High School Student: And in your return, do you plan to-
(Streets Wilson completely ignores the student and continues to speak)
Streets Wilson: It’s so pathetic I honestly and sincerely do not know and cannot identify one undistinguished wrestler named “Shadow” from the next. Maybe someone can help me out? How does one come to be referred to as shadow? Was it the Ninja themed D movie craze of the 80’s?
High School Student: I –
Streets Wilson: NO wait… wait a minute. Let’s try to figure this thing out here.
(Streets Wilson is rubbing his chin thinking about things when 2 high school students (apparently fans of his) seem to notice he is there)
Fan: don’t say anything stupid its “STREETS WILSON” for Jehovah’s sake.
(The fans nervously make their way up to Streets Wilson as he is being interviewed. Streets Wilson notices them approaching)
Streets Wilson: WELL hey there young people! Let me see if I have a pen here…
(Streets Wilson is searching around for a pen while smiling: it’s been a while since he’s been recognized)
Fan #2: Hey Streets, I brought “potater salad”
(The smile completely disappears from Streets Wilsons face)
Streets Wilson: … What?
Fan: I said I –
(The fan is abruptly cut off)
Streets Wilson: NO NO NO- Everyone thinks it’s just a big joke. Yeah, novelty act “Streets Wilson” is back right? WRONG. This is very serious.
(Streets angrily makes a waving motion with his hands)
Streets Wilson: Sabastian! Bring me my chamomile tea.
Sabastian: Y-yes SIR!
Streets Wilson: NO WAIT!!!!. Just get me the green tea.
Sabastian: Of course sir.
Streets Wilson: So now… while he’s-
(Streets is interrupted by a man coming in wearing an expensive looking suit.)
Streets Wilson: Who in the F are you?
Man in business suit: Et-hem. I am your attorney Mr. Wilson, Don “Sapisco” and I’d advise you to-
(Streets Wilson abruptly interrupts the man)
Streets Wilson: I DON’T HAVE TO DO JACK-TITS
(Streets Wilsons attorney takes a step back and adjusts his tie)
Don Sapisco: Well, it would be wise for you to listen to me Mr. Wilson. You are being brought up on charges here pertaining to that “incident” that took place at Chuck Norris’s “Kick Drugs out of America” event
Streets Wilson: … yeah yeah… Are you sure that’s your name? It sounds made up…
Don Sapisco: Well… this footage is very incriminating Mr. Wilson
(The attorney plays the footage)
( Chuck Norris himself is standing on a stage holding a microphone. He is speaking to a group of teens/young adults, his magnificent mustache bobbing up and down, emphasizing his every point. )
Chuck Norris: This next speaker is a close personal friend of mine, and someone who I think you’ll be excited to hear from. After his speech today he will also be doing a demonstration of his skills with one of my students. So here he is now: STREETS WILSON
(Streets Wilson walks out from behind a curtain to a roar from the crowd. He walks up to Chuck Norris and they exchange the manliest handshake ever caught on film. Chuck finishes shaking his hand and walks offstage.)
Streets Wilson: It’s great to be here tonight, I just flew in last night. But getting down to business here: I just want to tell you that I agree with everything Chuck has been saying here tonight, and it’s an honor for him to have me here.
(Streets Wilson smiles at the crowd)
Streets Wilson: As some of you may know, I am very soon making my long awaited return into the world of professional wrestling. I will be facing some guy named
(Streets Wilson pulls out a sticky note and reads it aloud)
Streets Wilson: … “Shadow”
(he stuffs the paper back into his pocket)
Streets Wilson: Now, I’ve faced people named Shadow before… lord knows I have. I couldn’t tell you if this is the same guy or not… after a while all the “Shadows” you fight in your career sort of blend together. But now- let me do this knife related demonstration first and then I’ll be able to make my point off of that.
(Streets Wilson begins to unsheathe a seemingly cartoonish-length knife. Most likely 10 inches long…)
Streets Wilson (in an Australian accent): Now that’s a knife.
(Streets Wilson lowers his sunglasses slightly to wink at the crowd)
Streets Wilson: ok, will Mr. Norris’s student please step up here now
(A skinny, acne faced teenager with a bowl hair cut steps up onto the stage)
Streets Wilson: Ok stand right over there.
(Streets Wilson throws the redicolously large knife into the air. Smiling as he does so.)
Streets Wilson: OK HERE WE GO
(Streets Wilson is looking up towards the knife he just threw into the air)
Streets Wilson: Hmm…?
(Streets Wilson sticks his hand out as if he is feeling for rain drops)
Streets Wilson: I seem to have… thrown it up there too far… Well.. anyway- while were waiting for that to come down, I’ll show you how I took down a previous, most likely different, wrestler I fought named “Shadow” a long time ago. He was comin off the ropes and I was like –
(Streets Wilsons foot shoots up in a kicking motion towards the teenagers face, stopping just before hitting him, but kicking the knife that was coming down from the sky directly into his facial region, slicing deep into his face)
Teenager (clutching at his face with blood streaming through his fingers): AHHHHHHH!!!!!!! MY EYE!!!!
(Blood is pouring unctrollably out of the boys face and onto the stage at he desperately tries to cover the wound with his hands. At this point Chuck Norris comes rushing out from backstage with an extremely concerned look on his face and covers the boys wound with a white towel. The towel is immedietly soaked red as Chuck Norris leads the wounded teen off-stage)
Streets Wilson: well anyways…
(Streets Wilson is standing onstage in total silence- the audience horrified and not knowing what to do)
(Now back in the present day)
Don Sapisco: SO… As you can see we have quite a case to deal with here…
Streets Wilson (not looking very concerned): Yes… well… if I do that to someone by accident, imagine what I’m going to do when I’m TRYING to hurt them.
(Streets Wilson pushes the attorney aside and then begins to address the camera man)
Streets Wilson (looking off screen at someone): So- should I lose the glasses or what? I don’t know sometimes I like them, but sometimes you need to see the eyes to convey certain things…
(Streets Wilson makes a waving motion with his hands as if to say “Fuck It” and begins to address his upcoming opponent)
Streets Wilson: You know, a lot of people are asking me: Hey Streets, how do you plan to just jump back into the game like this after several years off? Shadow himself is probably asking “Just who is this guy anywa-
(Streets Wilson then cuts himself off)
Streets Wilson: I’m Streets Wilson, and I don’t give a fuck who you are.
(Streets Wilson looks as though he is very content with the delivery of his previous line- as a bunch of high school students walking by are giggling and pointing at him)
Streets Wilson: And I don’t have to. Whether your 6’10 and plan to give me “the big boot”… or if you’re a fellow martial artist like myself, and you plan to actually attempt to fight me, instead of going through the ridiculous motions that so many have in the past. It’s like I a told Michael Lively years ago, if you attempt to do some sort of “flipping legdrop” from the top on Streets Wilson: I will simply move out of the way… and watch the ridiculous spectacle from a safe distance. The reason being, I’m not here to play games. And you’re not going to defeat Streets Wilson with bullshit. You’re going to actually have to win. You’re going to have to defeat me in the ring somehow, and that “somehow” is going to have to involve a maneuver that actually works, because I fucking guarantee you: the things Streets Wilson does to you DO WORK. Listen here “Shadow” that’s a fitting name for someone like you because that’s all you seem to be. A “Shadow” of someone somebody might actually care about. I mean… here you are on “Meltdown” right? So while you may be content to “settle in on Meltdown for a good long while” Let me be the first to assure you that Streets Wilson won’t be on the inferior card long, Streets Wilson is going straight to the top: like he always does. And how does Streets Wilson do this? By being the best, and By having the most interesting matches. You will be, like so many before you, a simple stepping stone for me to “rise up in the ranks” again. As if I haven’t done it before… As if it’s even a question of “if” it’s going to happen: There is no question, Streets Wilson destroys. Streets Wilson wins. In fact, what the hell am I doing on this show anyway? Someone high up in the pecking order must not like you Shadow. They must not like you to the point that they have unjustly put Streets Wilson on this inferior show, just so I’ll harm you in ways you never even imagined. Yeah, Streets Wilson is going to hurt you… The question is how “YOUR” legacy is going to be defined by this fact. Will you fall as easily as so many have? Or will you actually do anything offensive, and maybe give the people there money’s worth in some way. Streets Wilson is going to win, the question is, in what way are you going to lose? Will the fans remember “the time Streets Wilson kicked the shit out of Shadow”? or will they remember “The time Streets Wilson slapped “some guy” around the ring before mercifully ending it”? I think I can probably answer that one already, but let’s just hope you can give the people something worthwhile.
Streets Wilson: Maybe you younger fans don’t understand what is going to happen to my opponent, well I can guarantee you it won’t be pretty. I’m Streets fucking Wilson, I could kill you with a tortellini if I felt like it.
(There is snickering heard from the peanut gallery of cameramen and production crew)
Streets Wilson: The maneuver Streets Wilson performs doesn’t require the co-operation of his opponents. Streets Wilson just gets the job done. And when the Shaolin Nerve Hold grips your throat “Shadow”, and your eyes bug out of your head as you gasp and grasp for air, and your body does not respond the way you want it to because of the immense pain, and you stand there a helpless lump of limp flesh as I tighten the grip: THEN, and only then will you know what it is to face a man like Streets Wilson. You will then understand why the APW fans are talking about ME. Who else would they talk about anyway? Ryan Collins? You? NO. Streets Wilson. I come correct. Streets Wilson is NEVER the man whose name you want to see next to yours on the card, because Streets Wilson is NEVER the underdog. On Streets Wilson’s WORST day you still walk away contemplating your career, more likely: your own mortality. Because if Streets Wilson does this to you today, what will he do to you tomorrow?
(Streets Wilson’s expression changes to an inquisitive one)
Streets Wilson: Will Streets Wilson be in my home when I return there tonight, waiting for me? Upon my entrance into my own home, will Streets Wilson beat me over the head mercilessly with a shovel? The short answer is… Yes.
(Streets Wilson is pacing back and forth now, lecturing the APW viewing audience)
Streets Wilson: If you offend me, I will make it so you never even think of doing so again. I will destroy not only you, but your family, your friends, your worldly possessions. Why? Because I have to. Because this is what I chose as my profession. And you damn well better believe when Streets Wilson does something, he does it BETTER THAN YOU. But I don’t have to sit here and talk a bunch of shit for 40 minutes. The fans, the wrestlers and the emergency room personnel are going to find out real soon what so many are already aware of. And their going to find out the “hard way”. It’s very unfortunate when a wrestler faces Streets Wilson, and they are not up to the task. Streets Wilson defeats you in such a way, that your fans don’t ever look at you the same again. Hell, your FAMILY doesn’t look at you the same again. After what Streets Wilson does to you? How could they? Seeing you like that, a quivering mess. They thought you were a hero. But then they see you fight a real man. They see that your best is simply not good enough. They see the look in your eyes when it finally clicks: “This man is better than me”. “I cannot win”
(Streets Wilson is accentuating his point with aggressive hand motions at this point)
Streets Wilson: Your family and friends go through several stages at this point. #1 is anger. They are angry at me for destroying their reality. They are angry because they backed you in the first place, not knowing that one such as myself even exists. The #2 stage is Sadness. They are feeling sadness for you, and for themselves. They are feeling empathy towards your pathetic situation. A man so proud, humbled so greatly. Finally they come to the third stage “Acceptance”. They cannot deny what is right in front of their eyes. You, (their hero) have been exposed as a regular guy. You- who they thought to be a super-hero of sorts, now a broken man whose time came and went in the blink of an eye. All because of Streets Wilson, and his superior ability. Streets Wilson and his superior intelligence. Its all Streets Wilson’s fault. And so the fans finally accept: it is best to get behind Streets Wilson now, Then later down the line, when the inevitable happens, and Streets Wilson takes gold belts again: they can for once be backing the correct wrestler. They can for once, through me, feel like a winner.
(Streets Wilson is smiling now)
Streets Wilson: But… if they DON’T back Streets Wilson, their fate is the same as my opponent. They feel the same helplessness. They feel the same shame. But Streets Wilson doesn’t care about them. Streets Wilson, just like all the legends before me, just like Karl Gotch says “I tear them up like they are nothing” Our type of wrestler, the skilled wrestler, The superior man, needs not to “cut a better promo” than the opponent, oh no. I AM the better promo. My existence is the promo. And my opponent knows this coming in. What can a man really say, when he knows that no matter what he says, and no matter how he phrases anything: At the end of that day, he still has to enter that ring with STREETS WILSON. It doesn’t matter if he has the crowd chanting his name all throughout the match: because I assure of this, once Streets Wilson ENDS the match, not wins the match, ENDS the match, that crowd gets real quiet all of the sudden. And that bell rings, and Streets Wilson’s hand is raised. But… in the coming years the APW fans and the wrestlers themselves, are going to find out exactly what Streets Wilson is all about…
(By this point a number of high school students and some teachers have gathered around and are cheering after Streets Wilson’s every sentence)
Streets Wilson: So maybe I’m not 100% sure I’ve faced you before… sadly, there’s about 200 wrestlers named “Shadow” out there, and I can’t tell you losers apart… There’s only one… Streets Wilson. One thing I can tell you though, and I really do advise you to do this, is: If I were you, I would run. I would run and tell my family, and I would run and tell my friends. That tonight is the night I fall. Tonight is the night I face: … Streets Wilson.
(Streets Wilson sees a passing high school student rushing to their next period’s class and Streets proceeds to abruptly slaps the book out of the passing nerds hands and walks away)
