Post by Streets Wilson on Oct 7, 2012 18:05:36 GMT -4
Sebastian: Yes sir, All I’m suggesting is maybe you don’t have to go out and buy the weed yourself.
Streets Wilson: I can get my own weed Sebastian…
Sebastian: There have been certain… incidents sir…
Streets Wilson: Yeah yeah I know… There’s always an “incident”… I’m Streets Wilson for gods sake…
Sebastian: Very true sir.
Streets Wilson: Although you may have a point here… We don’t want anything like what happened Thursday….
(the scene opens to the man known as Streets Wilson standing in an alleyway talking to another individual.)
Streets Wilson: … look man, as much as I’d love to talk politics here… I just have to go… I need to do this and go home… hurry up
Drug dealer: YEAH MAN YOU KNOW, it’s like Obama and shit dogg…
(Streets Wilson has no expression or emotion on his face)
Streets Wilson: LOOK man just give it to me and I have to go… this isn’t a social call
Drug Dealer: Yeah but dogg, Ryan Collins… He’s on his way to the top dogg. He-
Streets Wilson: Now were talking about him? “on his way to the top”? What is this re-re’s gimmick anyway? He’s the son of Phil Collins? He looks more like the son of Elton John… Some sort of devious smirk on his misshapen face all the damn time.
Drug Dealer: Watch it dude, he’ll hit you with “the collinizer”
(the look on Streets Wilsons face is one of disgust at this point)
Streets Wilson: what the fuck did you just say? The Collinizer? What’s going to happen is quite simple, I gonna slap this little fruit around the ring and do what I will with him just like my last “tough opponent” Ace Andrews. Remember the most important part .. I’m Streets Wilson… he isn’t. I don’t even have to tell you… you stupid bastard.
(Streets Wilson looks at the drug dealer for a second, remembering where he is)
Streets Wilson: JUST SHUT UP and give me the weed. I’m not here to play footsies with you all day
(Just as the drug dealer attempts to hand Wilson the bag, a police car plows into the alleyway knocking over several garbage cans. Two armed police officers step out of the car waving their guns very aggressively.)
Police: FREEZE
(The drug dealers expression immediately changes and the severity of the situation becomes apparent. The drug dealer pulls out a 9mm)
Drug Dealer: NOT AGAIN HOMY, NOT LIKE DIS
(The drug dealer goes to turn towards the cops to shoot at them but in the process: badly twists his ankle with a loud “SNAP” sound. He collapses to the floor, dropping his gun and holding his ankle)
Drug Dealer: AHHHHHHH!!!!! AHH SHIT MAN MY ANKLE. MY ANKLE!!!! CALL THE AMBULANCE.
(the drug dealer is rolling around clutching at his deformed ankle, but by this point, Streets Wilson is already 3 blocks away running at lightning speeds. He slips into the nearest building he can see, which turns out to be a Mcdonalds. Wilson is immediately struck by the pungent smell of 99 cent food)
Streets Wilson: Ah.., this ought to be a much better atmosphere then out there..
(as Streets Wilson is looking up at the menu, the woman in front of him begins to say, or rather, scream her order)
Woman: YEAH ILL HAVE THE NUGGETS, THE LARGE FRIES, THE SHAKE, THE BIG MAC, AND UH… I’LL ALSO HAVE, A LARGE ORANGE SODA, WITH NO ICE, AND UGGHH UHH
(Streets Wilson is seen in the background loathsomely forcing himself to sit down at one of the booths, which happened to already have a random fat guy eating already there)
Streets Wilson: this is bullshit… I don’t have to deal with this shit anymore, I’m Streets Wilson… I’m rich. I need to start sending people to buy my shit for me..
(several customers are seen looking over at Wilson curiously)
Fat Guy (as food falls from his face): Streets Wilson?
Streets Wilson: That dumbass had to remind me of Ryan Collins, like I don’t know I have a match?
Fat guy: Your STREETS WILSON
Streets Wilson: I’m just trying to live my life man… Everywhere I go someone has something to say… a Ryan Collins fan…. Who knew such a thing existed?
Fat guy: Ryan Collins?
Streets Wilson: Yeah, Ryan “nobody” Collins… Why do they even do this to people? You can’t have these people face Streets Wilson… its embarrassing. I’m not supposed to be having these squash matches… Well… anyway. My time will come. After I get through all these losers… something has to be on the horizon.
Fat Guy: Want a nugget?
Streets Wilson: …. Yeah. Give me that
(Streets Wilson takes the nugget and begins to eat it)
Streets Wilson (as he’s chewing): You know, this is why the wrestling business is so dangerous. You have losers like Ryan Collins in there against people like ME. It’s ridiculous. Someone’s gonna get hurt. I guess it’s the nature of someone “returning” to the ring though… I’ll have to physically embarrass every single run of the mill jack-ass they have until I get the respect I deserve… Anyone in this McDonalds is about as much competition as people like “Ryan Collins”… I don’t know… maybe its just that I’m TOO good… Maybe everyone I face will be a loser… when compared to me. I mean, I make my “comeback”, but maybe I’m going about it all the wrong way…. I’ve got some things to think about, I’ll see you later, Random Fat guy…
(Streets Wilson gets up from the table, leaving the fat guy perplexed, Wilson has a cell phone to his ear and can be heard ordering Sebastian to come pick him up… and Wilson walks out the front door of the McDonalds)
Streets Wilson: I can get my own weed Sebastian…
Sebastian: There have been certain… incidents sir…
Streets Wilson: Yeah yeah I know… There’s always an “incident”… I’m Streets Wilson for gods sake…
Sebastian: Very true sir.
Streets Wilson: Although you may have a point here… We don’t want anything like what happened Thursday….
(the scene opens to the man known as Streets Wilson standing in an alleyway talking to another individual.)
Streets Wilson: … look man, as much as I’d love to talk politics here… I just have to go… I need to do this and go home… hurry up
Drug dealer: YEAH MAN YOU KNOW, it’s like Obama and shit dogg…
(Streets Wilson has no expression or emotion on his face)
Streets Wilson: LOOK man just give it to me and I have to go… this isn’t a social call
Drug Dealer: Yeah but dogg, Ryan Collins… He’s on his way to the top dogg. He-
Streets Wilson: Now were talking about him? “on his way to the top”? What is this re-re’s gimmick anyway? He’s the son of Phil Collins? He looks more like the son of Elton John… Some sort of devious smirk on his misshapen face all the damn time.
Drug Dealer: Watch it dude, he’ll hit you with “the collinizer”
(the look on Streets Wilsons face is one of disgust at this point)
Streets Wilson: what the fuck did you just say? The Collinizer? What’s going to happen is quite simple, I gonna slap this little fruit around the ring and do what I will with him just like my last “tough opponent” Ace Andrews. Remember the most important part .. I’m Streets Wilson… he isn’t. I don’t even have to tell you… you stupid bastard.
(Streets Wilson looks at the drug dealer for a second, remembering where he is)
Streets Wilson: JUST SHUT UP and give me the weed. I’m not here to play footsies with you all day
(Just as the drug dealer attempts to hand Wilson the bag, a police car plows into the alleyway knocking over several garbage cans. Two armed police officers step out of the car waving their guns very aggressively.)
Police: FREEZE
(The drug dealers expression immediately changes and the severity of the situation becomes apparent. The drug dealer pulls out a 9mm)
Drug Dealer: NOT AGAIN HOMY, NOT LIKE DIS
(The drug dealer goes to turn towards the cops to shoot at them but in the process: badly twists his ankle with a loud “SNAP” sound. He collapses to the floor, dropping his gun and holding his ankle)
Drug Dealer: AHHHHHHH!!!!! AHH SHIT MAN MY ANKLE. MY ANKLE!!!! CALL THE AMBULANCE.
(the drug dealer is rolling around clutching at his deformed ankle, but by this point, Streets Wilson is already 3 blocks away running at lightning speeds. He slips into the nearest building he can see, which turns out to be a Mcdonalds. Wilson is immediately struck by the pungent smell of 99 cent food)
Streets Wilson: Ah.., this ought to be a much better atmosphere then out there..
(as Streets Wilson is looking up at the menu, the woman in front of him begins to say, or rather, scream her order)
Woman: YEAH ILL HAVE THE NUGGETS, THE LARGE FRIES, THE SHAKE, THE BIG MAC, AND UH… I’LL ALSO HAVE, A LARGE ORANGE SODA, WITH NO ICE, AND UGGHH UHH
(Streets Wilson is seen in the background loathsomely forcing himself to sit down at one of the booths, which happened to already have a random fat guy eating already there)
Streets Wilson: this is bullshit… I don’t have to deal with this shit anymore, I’m Streets Wilson… I’m rich. I need to start sending people to buy my shit for me..
(several customers are seen looking over at Wilson curiously)
Fat Guy (as food falls from his face): Streets Wilson?
Streets Wilson: That dumbass had to remind me of Ryan Collins, like I don’t know I have a match?
Fat guy: Your STREETS WILSON
Streets Wilson: I’m just trying to live my life man… Everywhere I go someone has something to say… a Ryan Collins fan…. Who knew such a thing existed?
Fat guy: Ryan Collins?
Streets Wilson: Yeah, Ryan “nobody” Collins… Why do they even do this to people? You can’t have these people face Streets Wilson… its embarrassing. I’m not supposed to be having these squash matches… Well… anyway. My time will come. After I get through all these losers… something has to be on the horizon.
Fat Guy: Want a nugget?
Streets Wilson: …. Yeah. Give me that
(Streets Wilson takes the nugget and begins to eat it)
Streets Wilson (as he’s chewing): You know, this is why the wrestling business is so dangerous. You have losers like Ryan Collins in there against people like ME. It’s ridiculous. Someone’s gonna get hurt. I guess it’s the nature of someone “returning” to the ring though… I’ll have to physically embarrass every single run of the mill jack-ass they have until I get the respect I deserve… Anyone in this McDonalds is about as much competition as people like “Ryan Collins”… I don’t know… maybe its just that I’m TOO good… Maybe everyone I face will be a loser… when compared to me. I mean, I make my “comeback”, but maybe I’m going about it all the wrong way…. I’ve got some things to think about, I’ll see you later, Random Fat guy…
(Streets Wilson gets up from the table, leaving the fat guy perplexed, Wilson has a cell phone to his ear and can be heard ordering Sebastian to come pick him up… and Wilson walks out the front door of the McDonalds)
