Post by Streets Wilson on Oct 11, 2008 13:07:54 GMT -4
(Hundreds of people are gathered around the rather familiar image of a “red carpet” event. The carpet itself is closed off to commoners by the token velvet ropes. There is a lone reporter standing on the carpet with a microphone. She is a rather “heavy” woman, and seems to think she is slightly important: most likely meaning she is some sort of local celebrity. She is addressing the mass audience no doubt tuning in)
Woman: Yes, I’m here in Hollywood, California at the premiere of legendary wrestling figure…
(She glances down at her notes)
Woman: Streets Wilson’s debut film entitled “Don’t Even F With Him”
(She pauses for a second)
Woman: In this film, Wilson plays a man who, as you might have guessed: you don’t want to F with. Coincidently the film revolves around an instance where a local crime lord decides he will attempt to “F” with the stars (Wilson) family. What ensues next is described by the critics as “a foot-to-face thrill ride: don’t bring the kids” Streets Wilson himself is scheduled to arrive any second now…
(She looks around anxiously)
Woman: Oh my, here he comes now.
(A rather extra long limo pulls up and slowly but surely the door swings open and the legend himself: Streets Wilson steps out. He is dressed pretty much as usual save for a rather out of place looking bowtie…)
(The reporter frantically runs up to Wilson trying to get a word in)
Woman (chasing Wilson as he walks by completely ignoring her): Mr. Wilson… Mr. Wilson!
(He eventually stops to answer her)
Streets Wilson: … Yeah
Woman: How do you feel about this debut film? Are you proud of your work?
Streets Wilson: Yeah I’m proud of my work! Its only natural that Hollywood would come knocking on Streets Wilson’s door sooner or later. How can they resist? I’m more handsome than 10 movie stars!
Woman: Ok… well how will your life change now that you’re a famous actor?
Streets Wilson: Actually Sue, the movie is premiering tonight, we don’t really know if it is to be a success yet…
Woman: I never said my name was Sue!
Streets Wilson (frowning): OH YES IT IS!!!
(“Sue” backs off the subject)
Streets Wilson: But to put it quite simply… nothing would change. I was already quite famous from my exploits as a professional wrestler… speaking of which
(He motions for the cameraman to zoom in on him)
Streets Wilson: Yeah get me in the shot- make sure you can’t see this random bitch…
(The woman’s face becomes very angry as if she is offended)
“Sue”: Hey, you can’t do that!
(but it is only visible for a second as the camera moves to encompass only Wilson)
Streets Wilson: Yeah let me take this time to address this… “Woman” Fyre Angel. I saw what you had to say about me, and I have to say I’m quite unimpressed. I see right through your façade woman. Let me explain something else to you little miss “Satan’s daughter
(He adjusts his trademark fedora, tilting it slightly to the right)
Streets Wilson: Unfortunately for you, I fear nothing. Man or beast, Demon or Devil… I laugh at the idea. Satan is too scared to show his face when Streets Wilson is around. He must know I would not hesitate to pimp slap his bitch-ass right back to hell. Lets dig a little deeper into this claim you make though… clearly, you are not actually the daughter of the devil, your some random bitch who seems to have clung to this idea that you are somehow “evil” and “scary” most likely do to a inferiority complex stemming from your… inferior gender. Lets be completely honest with ourselves here, you’re a scared little girl in a big mans world. And while you are most certainly not actually the daughter of the devil, I surely am who I say I am… Streets Wilson. Do I claim demonic ancestry? No. Because as far as I know Satan is a bad guy… and I don’t like bad guys. Clearly you’re quite obsessed with the attention you get by trying to act “evil”. Quite frankly I disapprove. It’s more than obvious that in reality, your mother and father had sexual relations, your mother got pregnant, and then 9 months later she had you. I highly doubt there were any satanic rituals involved. Even if there were, I would then take it upon myself to beat your ass even more severely then if you were just a normal pathetic gothic emo.
(He seems to be deep in thought for just a moment)
Streets Wilson: Although come to think of it I am technically part god myself, so I suppose your claim isn’t that outrageous, even though you probably didn’t mean your claim literally… I do. I mean… My father literally told me when I was a child that since my ancestors immigrated to America from Greece, particularly Sparta: that I am descendant from the legendary hero Hercules… and therefore… part god…
(Sue’s eyes bug out of her head)
“Sue”: I-
Streets Wilson: So maybe you just threw the “Satan’s Daughter” line out there for the… “Hell” of it. Unfortunately for you, you are about to come face to face with a real divine being. What will you tell Satan then? The descendant of that pesky demi-god foiled your plans for widespread evil?? The god of the streets easily dispatched with the ill prepared spawn of the lord of the underworld?
(He begins to laugh hysterically, and then realizes he is still being filmed and quickly straightens up)
Streets Wilson: On a more serious note… maybe Satan really does exist… maybe he doesn’t. Maybe Hercules was a real person… maybe he wasn’t, when it comes down to it doesn’t really matter at all. Yes, it was put into my head at a very early age that I was in fact greater than just an average human being, but do I actually believe I am somehow better than everyone else because of my legendary heritage? Well… yes I do. I am very proud of the fact that my ancestors were the blueprint of western civilization. I’m very happy to be somehow a part of the glorious and epic tales of these “gods” The myths and legends handed down from generation to generation whether they be Greek Mythology, Egyptian… paintings or whatever, or even Catholicism are a narrative for what the entire human race stands for, for what they long for, for what they fear, and for what they believe in.
“Sue”: I really don’t understand what this all has to do wi-
(Streets begins to frown)
“Sue”: Um-
(She is promptly cut off)
Streets Wilson: I don’t know if there were multiple supreme beings conversing atop Mt. Olympus, I’ve never been there. I mean seriously, 3000 years ago, who the hell knows if there were really all these fantastic creatures. I wasn’t alive back then. Maybe there literally were just 3 headed beasts and shit running around back then, how the f*ck would I be able to tell? So am I part god? Maybe… Are you “Satan’s Daughter”? Maybe… I don’t know… and I don’t give a shit in the long run, because either way: to Streets Wilson you’re really just some random bitch who should get her ass in the damn kitchen immediately, and I’m still the legendary messiah of the impoverished masses… You’ll soon be telling YOUR grandchildren about the legendary Streets Wilson: a man who came from nothing, but gained EVERYTHING. You’ll tell them about a man who was misunderstood by the masses, but to his people: he was a king. He told “his people” through his actions and his words that they could really do anything they wanted. They’ll lie in their beds at night wondering if I were a real person. They’ll think to themselves “If Streets Wilson says I can do anything… then I can” … Because they know that the streets don’t lie. If Streets Wilson says it: then it must be so.
(He gets an expression on his face like now he is going to “school” his opponent)
Streets Wilson: I’m just gonna break it down in your face now: when the time comes, I will strike down your pathetic, sad, and no doubt mentally deranged aspirations. And I’m not talking about the “cool” type of “deranged” that you seem to wish you were: I’m talking about the homeless man mumbling to himself about the Chinese government as you awkwardly walk by him without trying to stare type of deranged. The guy you deep down feel really bad for because you know its not his fault… maybe he was a war veteran. Maybe he was just born that way… Basically I’m saying you’re a joke. You amuse me… A person so desperate for attention, the only thing they can do is cough up cliché phrases such as “I would have been one more statistic”
(He stares into the screen blankly)
Streets Wilson: oh really? “Just another statistic” huh?
(He begins speaking in a sarcastic manner)
Streets Wilson: I’ve never heard anyone say that before…
(He sighs)
Streets Wilson: You know I’m not even too big on this phrase to begin with. No one is really “another statistic” There is a long and storied struggle involved for every single one of those “statistics”
(He lowers his head for a second)
“Sue”: HEY! This is my show! … I’M CALLING THE POLICE
(Streets glances sideways at the woman)
Streets Wilson: …. Let’s move on… you claimed that I enjoy causing destruction… Well, it depends. I do enjoy doing lots of the things that most would refer to as “destructive” but that’s because I don’t really agree with most people on what is acceptable behavior. You see, the difference I’m outlining here is this: You (being the poser) act and think as if you know what you’re doing is “wrong”. This is because you think just like all the other mindless sheep out there. You want to do “evil” things because it draws attention to your otherwise pointless life. Me on the other hand, I do thing on impulse. If someone gets an attitude with me… I might take out my pocket knife and slice off their right nipple… why? I don’t know, it’s just the first thing I would think of. YOU would probably tie the person up, get a video camera and proceed to do something unpleasant to them while you jiggled your whorish figure into the screen, begging for someone to notice. Crying out for them to look at you and what you have done. I DO the things I do because I want to… maybe because I NEED to. Because that’s the way shit is, it’s not because of some deep need to be accepted… because I don’t give a rat’s ass if somebody accepts me. Where I come from being “accepted” is the absolute farthest thing from anybody’s mind. Where I come from, people were more worried about SURVIVING. It isn’t some little game where you try to be “harder” then the next guy; you do whatever the hell is NECCASARY to be able to keep going the next day.
(He seems to be reminiscing for a short while but quickly regains focus)
Streets Wilson: As for the fire you speak of; whatever. I don’t really have a commentary on that… All I can tell you is your walking into a situation you can not control…. You’re going to LOSE. That’s all. I’m going to step into the ring, and beat you… I am going to WIN THE MATCH. So maybe the questions you need to be asking aren’t “have you ever slit a mans throat” because: if I have slit a mans throat before, I certainly won’t TELL YOU ABOUT IT. I’ll have to live with whatever it is I have done the rest of my life. But that’s MY burden, it’s not something to flaunt around and whore the information to whoever will listen. But since you asked, yes, I have killed before. Did I enjoy it? Maybe I did, but not because I like to “watch people suffer” it’s because I knew deep down that’s it’s what I NEEDED TO DO. Someone wronged me and I paid them back. So have I ever “slit a mans throat and watched him bleed to death”? No… Why the f*ck would I stand around watching him bleed? There’s other shit to do. That would indicate I was some sort of psycho. Streets Wilson is not a psycho; he is merely a product of the streets. Streets Wilson is the kind of man who will step up and slit the throat of somebody… like you… I would kill the killer. I might rape the rapist. I would steal from a thief. But that’s just the type of person I am… I have already stated what it is I stand for. So while you have demonstrated your complete lack of understanding of Streets Wilson, I have demonstrated I know YOU all to well.
“Sue”: GET THE FAGEL STICKS OUT OF MY CAMERA SHOT.
Streets Wilson:… Fagel Sticks?
“Sue”: YOU SON OF A BITCH. I’M RUNNIN THIS SHIT, ITS MY SHOW
(Streets Wilson very suddenly seems to get angry and aggressively shoves the defenseless woman to the ground)
Streets Wilson: Lets get it straight around here Sue… I’m (he begins to point to the ground aggressively “RUNNIN THIS SHIT”
(The woman on the ground seems to be more effected by the push than she should be, and the words she screams out next probably had something to do with it)
Woman: MY WATER JUST BROKE
(Wilson’s expression becomes one of terror)
Streets Wilson (as he looks sideways into the camera screen as if he’s Bugs Bunny): I though you were just FAT
(After having successfully crashed his own movie premiere, Streets Wilson quickly runs back and jumps into the window of the limo)
Streets Wilson: Quick… TO JAPAN!
Driver: Sir, Japan is not on this continent…
Streets Wilson: DAMMIT ALFRED THIS A GETAWAY. I JUST PHYSICALLY ASSAULTED A PREGANT WOMAN, STEP ON IT!
(The driver looks back at Wilson with a slightly sarcastic, slightly frightened, and even more so confused look on his face, then floors it out of there)
Woman: Yes, I’m here in Hollywood, California at the premiere of legendary wrestling figure…
(She glances down at her notes)
Woman: Streets Wilson’s debut film entitled “Don’t Even F With Him”
(She pauses for a second)
Woman: In this film, Wilson plays a man who, as you might have guessed: you don’t want to F with. Coincidently the film revolves around an instance where a local crime lord decides he will attempt to “F” with the stars (Wilson) family. What ensues next is described by the critics as “a foot-to-face thrill ride: don’t bring the kids” Streets Wilson himself is scheduled to arrive any second now…
(She looks around anxiously)
Woman: Oh my, here he comes now.
(A rather extra long limo pulls up and slowly but surely the door swings open and the legend himself: Streets Wilson steps out. He is dressed pretty much as usual save for a rather out of place looking bowtie…)
(The reporter frantically runs up to Wilson trying to get a word in)
Woman (chasing Wilson as he walks by completely ignoring her): Mr. Wilson… Mr. Wilson!
(He eventually stops to answer her)
Streets Wilson: … Yeah
Woman: How do you feel about this debut film? Are you proud of your work?
Streets Wilson: Yeah I’m proud of my work! Its only natural that Hollywood would come knocking on Streets Wilson’s door sooner or later. How can they resist? I’m more handsome than 10 movie stars!
Woman: Ok… well how will your life change now that you’re a famous actor?
Streets Wilson: Actually Sue, the movie is premiering tonight, we don’t really know if it is to be a success yet…
Woman: I never said my name was Sue!
Streets Wilson (frowning): OH YES IT IS!!!
(“Sue” backs off the subject)
Streets Wilson: But to put it quite simply… nothing would change. I was already quite famous from my exploits as a professional wrestler… speaking of which
(He motions for the cameraman to zoom in on him)
Streets Wilson: Yeah get me in the shot- make sure you can’t see this random bitch…
(The woman’s face becomes very angry as if she is offended)
“Sue”: Hey, you can’t do that!
(but it is only visible for a second as the camera moves to encompass only Wilson)
Streets Wilson: Yeah let me take this time to address this… “Woman” Fyre Angel. I saw what you had to say about me, and I have to say I’m quite unimpressed. I see right through your façade woman. Let me explain something else to you little miss “Satan’s daughter
(He adjusts his trademark fedora, tilting it slightly to the right)
Streets Wilson: Unfortunately for you, I fear nothing. Man or beast, Demon or Devil… I laugh at the idea. Satan is too scared to show his face when Streets Wilson is around. He must know I would not hesitate to pimp slap his bitch-ass right back to hell. Lets dig a little deeper into this claim you make though… clearly, you are not actually the daughter of the devil, your some random bitch who seems to have clung to this idea that you are somehow “evil” and “scary” most likely do to a inferiority complex stemming from your… inferior gender. Lets be completely honest with ourselves here, you’re a scared little girl in a big mans world. And while you are most certainly not actually the daughter of the devil, I surely am who I say I am… Streets Wilson. Do I claim demonic ancestry? No. Because as far as I know Satan is a bad guy… and I don’t like bad guys. Clearly you’re quite obsessed with the attention you get by trying to act “evil”. Quite frankly I disapprove. It’s more than obvious that in reality, your mother and father had sexual relations, your mother got pregnant, and then 9 months later she had you. I highly doubt there were any satanic rituals involved. Even if there were, I would then take it upon myself to beat your ass even more severely then if you were just a normal pathetic gothic emo.
(He seems to be deep in thought for just a moment)
Streets Wilson: Although come to think of it I am technically part god myself, so I suppose your claim isn’t that outrageous, even though you probably didn’t mean your claim literally… I do. I mean… My father literally told me when I was a child that since my ancestors immigrated to America from Greece, particularly Sparta: that I am descendant from the legendary hero Hercules… and therefore… part god…
(Sue’s eyes bug out of her head)
“Sue”: I-
Streets Wilson: So maybe you just threw the “Satan’s Daughter” line out there for the… “Hell” of it. Unfortunately for you, you are about to come face to face with a real divine being. What will you tell Satan then? The descendant of that pesky demi-god foiled your plans for widespread evil?? The god of the streets easily dispatched with the ill prepared spawn of the lord of the underworld?
(He begins to laugh hysterically, and then realizes he is still being filmed and quickly straightens up)
Streets Wilson: On a more serious note… maybe Satan really does exist… maybe he doesn’t. Maybe Hercules was a real person… maybe he wasn’t, when it comes down to it doesn’t really matter at all. Yes, it was put into my head at a very early age that I was in fact greater than just an average human being, but do I actually believe I am somehow better than everyone else because of my legendary heritage? Well… yes I do. I am very proud of the fact that my ancestors were the blueprint of western civilization. I’m very happy to be somehow a part of the glorious and epic tales of these “gods” The myths and legends handed down from generation to generation whether they be Greek Mythology, Egyptian… paintings or whatever, or even Catholicism are a narrative for what the entire human race stands for, for what they long for, for what they fear, and for what they believe in.
“Sue”: I really don’t understand what this all has to do wi-
(Streets begins to frown)
“Sue”: Um-
(She is promptly cut off)
Streets Wilson: I don’t know if there were multiple supreme beings conversing atop Mt. Olympus, I’ve never been there. I mean seriously, 3000 years ago, who the hell knows if there were really all these fantastic creatures. I wasn’t alive back then. Maybe there literally were just 3 headed beasts and shit running around back then, how the f*ck would I be able to tell? So am I part god? Maybe… Are you “Satan’s Daughter”? Maybe… I don’t know… and I don’t give a shit in the long run, because either way: to Streets Wilson you’re really just some random bitch who should get her ass in the damn kitchen immediately, and I’m still the legendary messiah of the impoverished masses… You’ll soon be telling YOUR grandchildren about the legendary Streets Wilson: a man who came from nothing, but gained EVERYTHING. You’ll tell them about a man who was misunderstood by the masses, but to his people: he was a king. He told “his people” through his actions and his words that they could really do anything they wanted. They’ll lie in their beds at night wondering if I were a real person. They’ll think to themselves “If Streets Wilson says I can do anything… then I can” … Because they know that the streets don’t lie. If Streets Wilson says it: then it must be so.
(He gets an expression on his face like now he is going to “school” his opponent)
Streets Wilson: I’m just gonna break it down in your face now: when the time comes, I will strike down your pathetic, sad, and no doubt mentally deranged aspirations. And I’m not talking about the “cool” type of “deranged” that you seem to wish you were: I’m talking about the homeless man mumbling to himself about the Chinese government as you awkwardly walk by him without trying to stare type of deranged. The guy you deep down feel really bad for because you know its not his fault… maybe he was a war veteran. Maybe he was just born that way… Basically I’m saying you’re a joke. You amuse me… A person so desperate for attention, the only thing they can do is cough up cliché phrases such as “I would have been one more statistic”
(He stares into the screen blankly)
Streets Wilson: oh really? “Just another statistic” huh?
(He begins speaking in a sarcastic manner)
Streets Wilson: I’ve never heard anyone say that before…
(He sighs)
Streets Wilson: You know I’m not even too big on this phrase to begin with. No one is really “another statistic” There is a long and storied struggle involved for every single one of those “statistics”
(He lowers his head for a second)
“Sue”: HEY! This is my show! … I’M CALLING THE POLICE
(Streets glances sideways at the woman)
Streets Wilson: …. Let’s move on… you claimed that I enjoy causing destruction… Well, it depends. I do enjoy doing lots of the things that most would refer to as “destructive” but that’s because I don’t really agree with most people on what is acceptable behavior. You see, the difference I’m outlining here is this: You (being the poser) act and think as if you know what you’re doing is “wrong”. This is because you think just like all the other mindless sheep out there. You want to do “evil” things because it draws attention to your otherwise pointless life. Me on the other hand, I do thing on impulse. If someone gets an attitude with me… I might take out my pocket knife and slice off their right nipple… why? I don’t know, it’s just the first thing I would think of. YOU would probably tie the person up, get a video camera and proceed to do something unpleasant to them while you jiggled your whorish figure into the screen, begging for someone to notice. Crying out for them to look at you and what you have done. I DO the things I do because I want to… maybe because I NEED to. Because that’s the way shit is, it’s not because of some deep need to be accepted… because I don’t give a rat’s ass if somebody accepts me. Where I come from being “accepted” is the absolute farthest thing from anybody’s mind. Where I come from, people were more worried about SURVIVING. It isn’t some little game where you try to be “harder” then the next guy; you do whatever the hell is NECCASARY to be able to keep going the next day.
(He seems to be reminiscing for a short while but quickly regains focus)
Streets Wilson: As for the fire you speak of; whatever. I don’t really have a commentary on that… All I can tell you is your walking into a situation you can not control…. You’re going to LOSE. That’s all. I’m going to step into the ring, and beat you… I am going to WIN THE MATCH. So maybe the questions you need to be asking aren’t “have you ever slit a mans throat” because: if I have slit a mans throat before, I certainly won’t TELL YOU ABOUT IT. I’ll have to live with whatever it is I have done the rest of my life. But that’s MY burden, it’s not something to flaunt around and whore the information to whoever will listen. But since you asked, yes, I have killed before. Did I enjoy it? Maybe I did, but not because I like to “watch people suffer” it’s because I knew deep down that’s it’s what I NEEDED TO DO. Someone wronged me and I paid them back. So have I ever “slit a mans throat and watched him bleed to death”? No… Why the f*ck would I stand around watching him bleed? There’s other shit to do. That would indicate I was some sort of psycho. Streets Wilson is not a psycho; he is merely a product of the streets. Streets Wilson is the kind of man who will step up and slit the throat of somebody… like you… I would kill the killer. I might rape the rapist. I would steal from a thief. But that’s just the type of person I am… I have already stated what it is I stand for. So while you have demonstrated your complete lack of understanding of Streets Wilson, I have demonstrated I know YOU all to well.
“Sue”: GET THE FAGEL STICKS OUT OF MY CAMERA SHOT.
Streets Wilson:… Fagel Sticks?
“Sue”: YOU SON OF A BITCH. I’M RUNNIN THIS SHIT, ITS MY SHOW
(Streets Wilson very suddenly seems to get angry and aggressively shoves the defenseless woman to the ground)
Streets Wilson: Lets get it straight around here Sue… I’m (he begins to point to the ground aggressively “RUNNIN THIS SHIT”
(The woman on the ground seems to be more effected by the push than she should be, and the words she screams out next probably had something to do with it)
Woman: MY WATER JUST BROKE
(Wilson’s expression becomes one of terror)
Streets Wilson (as he looks sideways into the camera screen as if he’s Bugs Bunny): I though you were just FAT
(After having successfully crashed his own movie premiere, Streets Wilson quickly runs back and jumps into the window of the limo)
Streets Wilson: Quick… TO JAPAN!
Driver: Sir, Japan is not on this continent…
Streets Wilson: DAMMIT ALFRED THIS A GETAWAY. I JUST PHYSICALLY ASSAULTED A PREGANT WOMAN, STEP ON IT!
(The driver looks back at Wilson with a slightly sarcastic, slightly frightened, and even more so confused look on his face, then floors it out of there)
