Post by Streets Wilson on Oct 27, 2012 21:00:19 GMT -4
“Wrestling Gods”
(The scene opens up to Streets Wilson and Rick “The Dick” Stevens standing in line at a local Baskin Robbins. There is a man behind them who seems to be in a sad mental state, as he is crying uncontrollably and holding a gun to his own head.)
Man with gun: I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE!! I’LL DO IT!!!
Streets Wilson: Yes, Rainbow sprinkles.
(You hear a loud crack and shrieks from behind.)
Rick Stevens: Vanilla please.
(The woman behind the counter is shaking so much she can’t even scoop up the ice cream. The man with the gun is now on the floor in a pool of his own blood. But the gun did not go off. His face is twisted into an expression of pain, and his arm is snapped in the complete wrong direction, and wrapped around his neck.)
Streets Wilson: you see what happens? He attempted to cut me in line.
(Rick Stevens walks up to Wilson and whispers something in his ear. Judging by Wilsons reaction Stevens just informed him that the man had a gun and was threatening to kill himself)
Streets Wilson: WHAT!?
Rick Stevens: Yeah.
Streets Wilson: Well then… This is one dangerous Baskin Robbins eh?
(Wilson lightly nudges Rick “The Dick” Stevens arm)
Rick: …. Yeah…
Streets Wilson: Alright stop playin around give me my ice cream
(the woman behind the counter nervously hands Streets Wilson his ice cream, at which point he grabs Rick Stevens by the arm and begins to pull him out of the building)
Rick Stevens: Wait my ice cream!
Streets Wilson: COME ON the cops are coming.
“Deep Thoughts”
(the scene is that of a serene looking meadow. A breathtaking view one could easily mistake for the elysian fields. Looking completely out of place, there is a table set up in the middle of the scene, and sitting at this table is none other than Streets Wilson. Streets Wilson is sitting down at the table with his leg folded, and he is for some unknown reason wearing 3 inch thick reading glasses. He speaks across the table to the man who he previously held the Tag titles with, Rick “The Dick” Stevens)
Streets Wilson: I mean… you know…
(Streets Wilson pompously giggles slightly)
Streets Wilson: yes, if you were to put maybe, 2 to 3 intelligent people in the federation, “what would that do?”. I mean, “what would that do?”.
(Rick Stevens pauses for a second before responding)
Rick: …. Yes….
“Preperation”
(The scene opens up to Streets Wilson walking down the busy streets of his hometown of Stamford, Connecticut. He has a duffle bag draped over his shoulder as he walks up to a building with a huge sign on the top of it that reads “The Dojo”. Streets Wilson swings open the door of his own dojo that he has owned and operated for over 8 years and walks inside. The training one receives inside “the dojo” is applicable both on the street, and in the wrestling ring. Inside, one can learn to entertain an audience, or how to maim a man. One could learn how to fall properly, as to not avoid permanent damage, or one could learn how to harm another human being properly. As Streets Wilson steps inside the building all training and action stops for a split second, as the people inside bow to Streets Wilson, putting both of their hands together as they do so, the right hand being a closed fist, and the left an open hand. This is very symbolic. Streets Wilson acknowledges their bowing with a slight nod of his head as he heads towards the ring in the middle of the rather large dojo. There are some people already in the ring grappling with each other. Streets Wilson makes a motion with his hands toward the camera telling the camera man to follow him.. he follows him over to a lonely stool and Wilson sits down and stares directrly into the camera)
Streets Wilson: it used to come easy… didn’t it… I remember a time when the second I stepped foot in an organization, I was already the main event. “He doesn’t even have to prove himself, he’s Streets Wilson”… they’d say. I can remember a time not too long ago… when there was literally a bidding war on which organization would get to hire Streets Wilson after I had just become a free agent… I had these “promoters” offering me the most air time, guaranteed title shots… you know… the works. You see, that wasn’t good… not for me anyway. It was fine for the promotion I guess, Streets Wilson draws money. But for Streets Wilson himself? Its not good… I SHOULD have to work my way up to the top. For my own sake… I MUST be challenged. And here… in APW, I am challenged… I am PUSHED. Maybe not even as much as I’d like… but still, it does happen. And no, it’s apparently not from the weekly meltdown matches, which I breeze through like their nothing… smashing and tossing aside the “rising stars” of today and tomorrow… It never was about those nothings anyway… the one’s who can even attempt to make it a challenge? Lively, Shadow… their not new. They know, like I know… certain things… certain… truths… They know what I’m capable of, although they might never admit it. They know that I can defeat them, and therefore, they are better prepared. They know from experience, like I know about them, especially in this upcoming match, ANYONE can win. But only 1 WILL. The one who wants it the most… but what does it even say about a person that this is what they want the most?
(he sighs)
Streets Wilson: anyway.. I will still go out there and fight as if my life depends on it. I have prepared for this for some time now… and it really doesn’t even matter who wins this match… its so chaotic who can actually presume to predict what is going to go down in this one? I will just bring what I bring to the table, knowing what I bring is more than sufficient, and will give me possibly a greater chance to win this thing than anyone else. My skills and knowledge will allow me to shine, and steal this match. My training is for SITUATIONS like this. Its going to get crazy out there… that’s guaranteed. Things are possibly going to be seen on this said night, that have never been seen before. What Streets Wilson’s role in all this commotion is very simple. Cause damage.
Streets Wilson: I will weave through the chaos of this match like a panther or some shit… Kicking this man in the back of the head, spinning around and backfisting whoever is trying to sneak up on me… its gonna be that kind of night. This match is a betting mans nightmare, but out of anybody in this match, its still safest to put your money down on: Streets Wilson. I will do my best in this match to hurt the most people…. To dish out the most damage, and therefore, be the most likely to win. I will do this for what I believe in. My believe in myself… amongst other things…
(Streets Wilson sighs deeply)
Streets Wilson: During this contest… I will bring the full fury of the streets down upon my opponents. And they will never forget the day they felt that wrath. The wrath of …. Streets Wilson.
Streets Wilson: That’s it…. Get this fucking camera out of my face.
(Streets Wilson slaps the camera out of his face walks away)
(The scene opens up to Streets Wilson and Rick “The Dick” Stevens standing in line at a local Baskin Robbins. There is a man behind them who seems to be in a sad mental state, as he is crying uncontrollably and holding a gun to his own head.)
Man with gun: I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE!! I’LL DO IT!!!
Streets Wilson: Yes, Rainbow sprinkles.
(You hear a loud crack and shrieks from behind.)
Rick Stevens: Vanilla please.
(The woman behind the counter is shaking so much she can’t even scoop up the ice cream. The man with the gun is now on the floor in a pool of his own blood. But the gun did not go off. His face is twisted into an expression of pain, and his arm is snapped in the complete wrong direction, and wrapped around his neck.)
Streets Wilson: you see what happens? He attempted to cut me in line.
(Rick Stevens walks up to Wilson and whispers something in his ear. Judging by Wilsons reaction Stevens just informed him that the man had a gun and was threatening to kill himself)
Streets Wilson: WHAT!?
Rick Stevens: Yeah.
Streets Wilson: Well then… This is one dangerous Baskin Robbins eh?
(Wilson lightly nudges Rick “The Dick” Stevens arm)
Rick: …. Yeah…
Streets Wilson: Alright stop playin around give me my ice cream
(the woman behind the counter nervously hands Streets Wilson his ice cream, at which point he grabs Rick Stevens by the arm and begins to pull him out of the building)
Rick Stevens: Wait my ice cream!
Streets Wilson: COME ON the cops are coming.
“Deep Thoughts”
(the scene is that of a serene looking meadow. A breathtaking view one could easily mistake for the elysian fields. Looking completely out of place, there is a table set up in the middle of the scene, and sitting at this table is none other than Streets Wilson. Streets Wilson is sitting down at the table with his leg folded, and he is for some unknown reason wearing 3 inch thick reading glasses. He speaks across the table to the man who he previously held the Tag titles with, Rick “The Dick” Stevens)
Streets Wilson: I mean… you know…
(Streets Wilson pompously giggles slightly)
Streets Wilson: yes, if you were to put maybe, 2 to 3 intelligent people in the federation, “what would that do?”. I mean, “what would that do?”.
(Rick Stevens pauses for a second before responding)
Rick: …. Yes….
“Preperation”
(The scene opens up to Streets Wilson walking down the busy streets of his hometown of Stamford, Connecticut. He has a duffle bag draped over his shoulder as he walks up to a building with a huge sign on the top of it that reads “The Dojo”. Streets Wilson swings open the door of his own dojo that he has owned and operated for over 8 years and walks inside. The training one receives inside “the dojo” is applicable both on the street, and in the wrestling ring. Inside, one can learn to entertain an audience, or how to maim a man. One could learn how to fall properly, as to not avoid permanent damage, or one could learn how to harm another human being properly. As Streets Wilson steps inside the building all training and action stops for a split second, as the people inside bow to Streets Wilson, putting both of their hands together as they do so, the right hand being a closed fist, and the left an open hand. This is very symbolic. Streets Wilson acknowledges their bowing with a slight nod of his head as he heads towards the ring in the middle of the rather large dojo. There are some people already in the ring grappling with each other. Streets Wilson makes a motion with his hands toward the camera telling the camera man to follow him.. he follows him over to a lonely stool and Wilson sits down and stares directrly into the camera)
Streets Wilson: it used to come easy… didn’t it… I remember a time when the second I stepped foot in an organization, I was already the main event. “He doesn’t even have to prove himself, he’s Streets Wilson”… they’d say. I can remember a time not too long ago… when there was literally a bidding war on which organization would get to hire Streets Wilson after I had just become a free agent… I had these “promoters” offering me the most air time, guaranteed title shots… you know… the works. You see, that wasn’t good… not for me anyway. It was fine for the promotion I guess, Streets Wilson draws money. But for Streets Wilson himself? Its not good… I SHOULD have to work my way up to the top. For my own sake… I MUST be challenged. And here… in APW, I am challenged… I am PUSHED. Maybe not even as much as I’d like… but still, it does happen. And no, it’s apparently not from the weekly meltdown matches, which I breeze through like their nothing… smashing and tossing aside the “rising stars” of today and tomorrow… It never was about those nothings anyway… the one’s who can even attempt to make it a challenge? Lively, Shadow… their not new. They know, like I know… certain things… certain… truths… They know what I’m capable of, although they might never admit it. They know that I can defeat them, and therefore, they are better prepared. They know from experience, like I know about them, especially in this upcoming match, ANYONE can win. But only 1 WILL. The one who wants it the most… but what does it even say about a person that this is what they want the most?
(he sighs)
Streets Wilson: anyway.. I will still go out there and fight as if my life depends on it. I have prepared for this for some time now… and it really doesn’t even matter who wins this match… its so chaotic who can actually presume to predict what is going to go down in this one? I will just bring what I bring to the table, knowing what I bring is more than sufficient, and will give me possibly a greater chance to win this thing than anyone else. My skills and knowledge will allow me to shine, and steal this match. My training is for SITUATIONS like this. Its going to get crazy out there… that’s guaranteed. Things are possibly going to be seen on this said night, that have never been seen before. What Streets Wilson’s role in all this commotion is very simple. Cause damage.
Streets Wilson: I will weave through the chaos of this match like a panther or some shit… Kicking this man in the back of the head, spinning around and backfisting whoever is trying to sneak up on me… its gonna be that kind of night. This match is a betting mans nightmare, but out of anybody in this match, its still safest to put your money down on: Streets Wilson. I will do my best in this match to hurt the most people…. To dish out the most damage, and therefore, be the most likely to win. I will do this for what I believe in. My believe in myself… amongst other things…
(Streets Wilson sighs deeply)
Streets Wilson: During this contest… I will bring the full fury of the streets down upon my opponents. And they will never forget the day they felt that wrath. The wrath of …. Streets Wilson.
Streets Wilson: That’s it…. Get this fucking camera out of my face.
(Streets Wilson slaps the camera out of his face walks away)
