Post by Streets Wilson on Oct 14, 2012 19:01:08 GMT -4
Morning time, earlier in the week:
Sebastian: There are several things on your schedule here sir…
Streets Wilson: Are there really? Seriously Sebastian, it seems like every single day it just gets a little easier… Now who am I absolutely destroying in a match this week?
Sebastian: It seems to be three people sir
Streets Wilson: A handicap match?
Sebastian: No a 6 person tag…
Streets Wilson: Its not like it even matters anymore… I’ll just win again…
Sebastian: Sir I’m not-
Streets Wilson: I mean, Can it get any more literal that I said this would happen? I’m tossing all these “rising stars” aside like dirty laundry. I don’t even know what to do anymore. They can’t beat me… That’s what I;m running around Stamford all the time before my matches… its not like I have training to do or something.. I have a speech later on in the week at the local high school… I will be addressing my upcoming match and… drugs in schools I guess I don’t know… anything to take up some free time. I mean really… Shanel? “young mannie”? Every week it’s a different joke of the wrestling world. I’m already on my way to the top… I don’t even need these “6 man” extravaganzas… who the hell are these opponents anyway? Half of them haven’t even done enough for me to even talk shit about… At least my team has actual wrestlers on it… I mean we’ve got Streets Wilson…
Sebastian: YOUR Streets Wilson sir…
Streets Wilson: Oh right… well… we have the champ then… Prepare my tea and my wardrobe for the speech Sebastian…
Later in the week:
(Streets Wilson arrives to the high school auditorium with an entorauge of “thugs” and “criminal” looking people. He struts up the podium to give a speech)
…
(Streets Wilson proceeds to give a rousing speech about a number of issues including his upcoming match, and drugs in schools. Phrases such as “its best to never even get started. Just don’t even try it” and “I’ll strangle that piece of shit with a pepperoni stick” are heard)
(As Wilson prepares to drop his mic to the ground as he usually does at the end of a speech he is suddenly surprised to see his “homies” running away screaming like girls. He turns to see what is coming: a group of REAL thugs. Wilson turns to see the last of his “ghetto crew” running off into the distance)
Streets Wilson: Oh shit, I knew I shouldn’t have hired those actors.
(As soon as he finishes his sentence 2 very large men of the African American persuasion step into the shot.)
Guy: You think this is funny Wilson? You think you can come up in here with all your fake “studio gangsters” and run all up on our turf with your little fake wrestling “promo”. You ain’t in Stamford anymore be-itch!
Streets Wilson: Uh oh.
(As soon as Wilson finishes his words he is decked directly in the jaw by one of the thugs. As he doubles back almost falling of his feet, he attempts to retain his balance, but just as he attempts it, another fist comes flying from the group of thugs and hits him straight in the mouth. Streets falls to one knee as blood can be seen starting to fill his mouth. As he looks up to his attackers from his kneeling position, a foot comes flying in and hits him in the side of the head. The thugs laugh as the “Voice of The Streets” lays in a small pool of his own blood, and they begin to walk away, satisfied with what they have done. They are so exited they do not notice Wilson stirring on the ground. Then, they hear a loud scraping noise and they turn around to see an enraged Streets Wilson, dragging his blade across the ground making patterns in his own pool of blood.)
Thug: What the F***!
(Wilson is pulling himself to his feet with the support of his trusty hunting knife. When he finally gets up again, it becomes very apparent that these “thugs” have made a fatal mistake. With his sunglasses now shattered on the ground, his fiery eyes are now visible, and the scent of the blood seems to have driven him into a rage. He takes his blade and slams onto the ground, causing a spark. The thugs look at him and then just shrug and advance on him again, for the next vicious beating. They are three thugs in total. As the almost zombie looking Wilson waits for them to get closer, you can see a small grin on his face behind his bloody hair. When all three thugs get in his striking distance at once, he lets out a spew of his own blood which he had been saving inside his mouth, it sprays into 2 of the thugs eyes, and begins to burn them.
(The third thug doesn’t even have time to react, as Wilson has dropped down to one knee and uppercutted him directly in the groin. As he slumps to the ground, Wilson charges at one of the men who is rubbing his eyes attempting to get Wilson’s blood out of them. When he finally wipes it out, and opens his eyes, he sees Streets charges at him with his forearm out, and before he can react, Wilson has smashed the man’s teeth with his elbow at full force. As that man sails through the air along with his teeth, Wilson runs up to him and gives him one good stomping to the head, Wilson turns to the last man, who is ready for him. The last man pulls a butterfly knife from his pocket and begins to spin it around. At this point, Wilson roundhouse kicks the blade out of the mans hand, and then gives him a Shaolin Backfist directly to the mouth. As the man is reeling backwards, Wilson then excecutes a flawless jumping spinning sidekick directly to the mans stomach, causing him to let out a disturbing “HMPHMH” and slump to the ground. At this point, the scene consists of a bloody Streets Wilson standing over three probably unconscious individuals.)
Streets Wilson(as blood and spits flys from his mouth): STAMFORD WHAT?
(The scene fades to black)
Sebastian: There are several things on your schedule here sir…
Streets Wilson: Are there really? Seriously Sebastian, it seems like every single day it just gets a little easier… Now who am I absolutely destroying in a match this week?
Sebastian: It seems to be three people sir
Streets Wilson: A handicap match?
Sebastian: No a 6 person tag…
Streets Wilson: Its not like it even matters anymore… I’ll just win again…
Sebastian: Sir I’m not-
Streets Wilson: I mean, Can it get any more literal that I said this would happen? I’m tossing all these “rising stars” aside like dirty laundry. I don’t even know what to do anymore. They can’t beat me… That’s what I;m running around Stamford all the time before my matches… its not like I have training to do or something.. I have a speech later on in the week at the local high school… I will be addressing my upcoming match and… drugs in schools I guess I don’t know… anything to take up some free time. I mean really… Shanel? “young mannie”? Every week it’s a different joke of the wrestling world. I’m already on my way to the top… I don’t even need these “6 man” extravaganzas… who the hell are these opponents anyway? Half of them haven’t even done enough for me to even talk shit about… At least my team has actual wrestlers on it… I mean we’ve got Streets Wilson…
Sebastian: YOUR Streets Wilson sir…
Streets Wilson: Oh right… well… we have the champ then… Prepare my tea and my wardrobe for the speech Sebastian…
Later in the week:
(Streets Wilson arrives to the high school auditorium with an entorauge of “thugs” and “criminal” looking people. He struts up the podium to give a speech)
…
(Streets Wilson proceeds to give a rousing speech about a number of issues including his upcoming match, and drugs in schools. Phrases such as “its best to never even get started. Just don’t even try it” and “I’ll strangle that piece of shit with a pepperoni stick” are heard)
(As Wilson prepares to drop his mic to the ground as he usually does at the end of a speech he is suddenly surprised to see his “homies” running away screaming like girls. He turns to see what is coming: a group of REAL thugs. Wilson turns to see the last of his “ghetto crew” running off into the distance)
Streets Wilson: Oh shit, I knew I shouldn’t have hired those actors.
(As soon as he finishes his sentence 2 very large men of the African American persuasion step into the shot.)
Guy: You think this is funny Wilson? You think you can come up in here with all your fake “studio gangsters” and run all up on our turf with your little fake wrestling “promo”. You ain’t in Stamford anymore be-itch!
Streets Wilson: Uh oh.
(As soon as Wilson finishes his words he is decked directly in the jaw by one of the thugs. As he doubles back almost falling of his feet, he attempts to retain his balance, but just as he attempts it, another fist comes flying from the group of thugs and hits him straight in the mouth. Streets falls to one knee as blood can be seen starting to fill his mouth. As he looks up to his attackers from his kneeling position, a foot comes flying in and hits him in the side of the head. The thugs laugh as the “Voice of The Streets” lays in a small pool of his own blood, and they begin to walk away, satisfied with what they have done. They are so exited they do not notice Wilson stirring on the ground. Then, they hear a loud scraping noise and they turn around to see an enraged Streets Wilson, dragging his blade across the ground making patterns in his own pool of blood.)
Thug: What the F***!
(Wilson is pulling himself to his feet with the support of his trusty hunting knife. When he finally gets up again, it becomes very apparent that these “thugs” have made a fatal mistake. With his sunglasses now shattered on the ground, his fiery eyes are now visible, and the scent of the blood seems to have driven him into a rage. He takes his blade and slams onto the ground, causing a spark. The thugs look at him and then just shrug and advance on him again, for the next vicious beating. They are three thugs in total. As the almost zombie looking Wilson waits for them to get closer, you can see a small grin on his face behind his bloody hair. When all three thugs get in his striking distance at once, he lets out a spew of his own blood which he had been saving inside his mouth, it sprays into 2 of the thugs eyes, and begins to burn them.
(The third thug doesn’t even have time to react, as Wilson has dropped down to one knee and uppercutted him directly in the groin. As he slumps to the ground, Wilson charges at one of the men who is rubbing his eyes attempting to get Wilson’s blood out of them. When he finally wipes it out, and opens his eyes, he sees Streets charges at him with his forearm out, and before he can react, Wilson has smashed the man’s teeth with his elbow at full force. As that man sails through the air along with his teeth, Wilson runs up to him and gives him one good stomping to the head, Wilson turns to the last man, who is ready for him. The last man pulls a butterfly knife from his pocket and begins to spin it around. At this point, Wilson roundhouse kicks the blade out of the mans hand, and then gives him a Shaolin Backfist directly to the mouth. As the man is reeling backwards, Wilson then excecutes a flawless jumping spinning sidekick directly to the mans stomach, causing him to let out a disturbing “HMPHMH” and slump to the ground. At this point, the scene consists of a bloody Streets Wilson standing over three probably unconscious individuals.)
Streets Wilson(as blood and spits flys from his mouth): STAMFORD WHAT?
(The scene fades to black)
