Post by Streets Wilson on Oct 20, 2008 16:00:25 GMT -4
(The scene opens up to show everyone’s favorite psycho: Streets Wilson sitting down in what appears to be a “waiting room” There is a reception desk with a rather intelligent woman sitting there. The name on the desk reads “Susan Ross, Secretary to the head Atorney”. Over in the corner, Streets Wilson can be seen reading a book entitled “The Collected Works of Aristotle”. He seems deep in thought as he slowly turns to the next page. He jerks his head up when the woman calls his name)
Susan Ross: OK Mr… Wilson, he’s ready for you
(Streets jumps up from his chair)
Streets Wilson (as he whips the rather large and heavy copy of “Aristotle” across the room smacking Susan Ross directly in the mouth): It’s about damn time
(He casually walks by Susan as she is scrambling to pick up all of her teeth as blood slowly pours from her mouth)
(He swings open the door to the Attorneys office and plops himself down in a nearby chair)
(The Attorney seems confused)
Attorney: … So. Are you here for a job or-?
Streets Wilson: No jackass I’m here to tell you to stop calling the damn cops on me every freakin night.
(The attorney suddenly becomes angry)
Attorney: So you’re the awful LOUD ASSHOLE that has been ruining my sleep at night
Streets Wilson: Yeah, and if you call the cops on me again, I’ll kill you…
(The attorneys expression doesn’t change much)
Attorney: Are you actually in this office trying to threaten a lawler?
Streets Wilson: No… I’m not “trying” to do anything. Now if you don’t want to end up like Susan out there you’ll just comply without incedent, otherwise someone feet might have to get chopped off
Attorney: ?
(The attorney is obviously confused)
Attorney: First of all, what the hell did you do to my secretary?
(just then the door slides open and the bloody faced Susan peeks her head in ever so slightly)
Susan: SIR CALL THE CO-
(Streets Wilson smashes the door against her face)
Streets Wilson: Get out of here ya toothless bastard
(Having realized people aren’t going to cooperate Streets Wilson jumps up onto the table as the attorney is reaching for his panic button. As his hand is moving towards the button, a throwing star suddenly sticks directly into it at blinding speeds.)
Attorney: AHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!
(The guy starts running around the room clutching his hand with his eyes bugging out of his head)
Streets Wilson: You should have picked a different neighborhood to move into dumbass
(the attorney looks up at Wilson with teary eyes)
Attorney(as he sits down to try to look at the wound) : Fine, I won’t call the cops anymore
Streets Wilson: Oh I know you won’t …. That throwing star was dipped in the venom of a cobra…
(The Attorneys face slowly becomes that of pure horror)
(Streets jams his boot nearly down the mans throat with a vicious kick to the face, the attorney fly’s backwards out of his chair and slams the back of his head against the wall)
Streets Wilson: HAHAHAHAHAHA
(He motions towards the camera screen)
Streets Wilson: alright… the cops are are no doubt on their way: the perfect opportunity to cut a Streets Wilson promo
(He lowers his sunglasses and winks towards the screen)
Streets Wilson: get a close up of this
(The camera zooms in)
Streets Wilson: As you can see Japan, where I come from: we take care of business. I had a problem with this lawyer here, but in actuality is it he who had the problem. Just like my friend Iggy, who thought he had won the Extreme Championship, but in actuality he had just invoked the rage of the streets. Did I not tell him what would happen? I keep a closet full of crowbars and baseball bats just for this type of situation. The situation where… someone needs to be beaten with a crowbar or baseball bat….
(He looks down at the ground in thought for a second)
Streets Wilson: Anyway… on to more current matters. This Kristina Blackwell character… First of all lady, I already beat your ass… Why they have you back in a match with ME again I’ll never understand. On a grander scale I don’t know what the shit is the deal with all these damn “intergender” matches anyway. Unless there’s some sort of “Kitchen death match” then I really don’t understand it. Why the hell not have the woman fight, and here’s an idea: each other. But whatever, that’s for certain higher ups to decide. It’s decided by someone who (for all I can gather) has the power to control hurricanes… I do have to give this “Hurricane” Jeff credit on 2 things though. For one, he knew to hire Streets Wilson. Another thing, he never tried to get involved in my business. It may be hard to understand for all you underlings out there but, it is a long running coincidence that the owners of these companies always seem to try to get involved with Streets Wilson. They see the power I wield and they feel they must have it. I had to give my notice in another federation because the owner just would not stop stalking me. Every damn week he was trying to get into another match with… Streets Wilson. Coincidently this was the same man who, as I mentioned previously I once screwed out of a title by punching in the back of the head… But once again I’ve gone off track here. Bottom line I guess “STAY OUT OF MY BUSINESS”
(He looks off slightly to the side of the screen)
Streets Wilson: that sounded good right?
(You here a slightly far off “yeah”)
Streets Wilson: YEAH. So listen here Kristina, I don’t know why the booker seems to hate you so much as to sign you up for another beating from Streets Wilson, but know this: just like last time I will not hold back for ANYONE. If you
(He smiles and looks of to side of the camera man for a second)
Streets Wilson: if you get “in my business” then I am going to have to “TAKE CARE of business” and put you down.
(he smiles widely as he nods to the camera man)
Streets Wilson: Whatever the reason fate has brought you to be repeatedly struck down by myself, it doesn’t matter. This just happens to be the case and I will do what I have to do. Just like last time, I will show you why you must fear the streets. Why you must fear… Streets Wilson. I will show what I will be doing to Iggy the Iguana soon enough.
(he frowns)
Streets Wilson: I know of your so called “powerful” family Kristina. I know a bit about “families” myself although not in the literal sense we seem to be using here… Just like last time, your family will not help you, nor would they be able to. Streets Wilson is a force that not even a whole family can overcome. I don’t really know what your goals are here in the APW Kristina, but its safe to say you won’t be realizing them after I beat you to the ground for a second time. So here’s what I want you to do for me….. RUN. Run and tell your “family”, run and tell your friends. Tonight is the night I fall. Tonight is the night I face…. Streets Wilson.
(there is loud scuffling and yelling heard outside the door)
(Streets Wilson immediately turns his left, and dives out an open window just as the office door swings open and the authorities arrive)
Officer(looking at the camera man): Sir, are you responsible for this?
Cameraman:… no?...
(The scene ends as the camera man is led out of the building in hand-cuffs.)
Susan Ross: OK Mr… Wilson, he’s ready for you
(Streets jumps up from his chair)
Streets Wilson (as he whips the rather large and heavy copy of “Aristotle” across the room smacking Susan Ross directly in the mouth): It’s about damn time
(He casually walks by Susan as she is scrambling to pick up all of her teeth as blood slowly pours from her mouth)
(He swings open the door to the Attorneys office and plops himself down in a nearby chair)
(The Attorney seems confused)
Attorney: … So. Are you here for a job or-?
Streets Wilson: No jackass I’m here to tell you to stop calling the damn cops on me every freakin night.
(The attorney suddenly becomes angry)
Attorney: So you’re the awful LOUD ASSHOLE that has been ruining my sleep at night
Streets Wilson: Yeah, and if you call the cops on me again, I’ll kill you…
(The attorneys expression doesn’t change much)
Attorney: Are you actually in this office trying to threaten a lawler?
Streets Wilson: No… I’m not “trying” to do anything. Now if you don’t want to end up like Susan out there you’ll just comply without incedent, otherwise someone feet might have to get chopped off
Attorney: ?
(The attorney is obviously confused)
Attorney: First of all, what the hell did you do to my secretary?
(just then the door slides open and the bloody faced Susan peeks her head in ever so slightly)
Susan: SIR CALL THE CO-
(Streets Wilson smashes the door against her face)
Streets Wilson: Get out of here ya toothless bastard
(Having realized people aren’t going to cooperate Streets Wilson jumps up onto the table as the attorney is reaching for his panic button. As his hand is moving towards the button, a throwing star suddenly sticks directly into it at blinding speeds.)
Attorney: AHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!
(The guy starts running around the room clutching his hand with his eyes bugging out of his head)
Streets Wilson: You should have picked a different neighborhood to move into dumbass
(the attorney looks up at Wilson with teary eyes)
Attorney(as he sits down to try to look at the wound) : Fine, I won’t call the cops anymore
Streets Wilson: Oh I know you won’t …. That throwing star was dipped in the venom of a cobra…
(The Attorneys face slowly becomes that of pure horror)
(Streets jams his boot nearly down the mans throat with a vicious kick to the face, the attorney fly’s backwards out of his chair and slams the back of his head against the wall)
Streets Wilson: HAHAHAHAHAHA
(He motions towards the camera screen)
Streets Wilson: alright… the cops are are no doubt on their way: the perfect opportunity to cut a Streets Wilson promo
(He lowers his sunglasses and winks towards the screen)
Streets Wilson: get a close up of this
(The camera zooms in)
Streets Wilson: As you can see Japan, where I come from: we take care of business. I had a problem with this lawyer here, but in actuality is it he who had the problem. Just like my friend Iggy, who thought he had won the Extreme Championship, but in actuality he had just invoked the rage of the streets. Did I not tell him what would happen? I keep a closet full of crowbars and baseball bats just for this type of situation. The situation where… someone needs to be beaten with a crowbar or baseball bat….
(He looks down at the ground in thought for a second)
Streets Wilson: Anyway… on to more current matters. This Kristina Blackwell character… First of all lady, I already beat your ass… Why they have you back in a match with ME again I’ll never understand. On a grander scale I don’t know what the shit is the deal with all these damn “intergender” matches anyway. Unless there’s some sort of “Kitchen death match” then I really don’t understand it. Why the hell not have the woman fight, and here’s an idea: each other. But whatever, that’s for certain higher ups to decide. It’s decided by someone who (for all I can gather) has the power to control hurricanes… I do have to give this “Hurricane” Jeff credit on 2 things though. For one, he knew to hire Streets Wilson. Another thing, he never tried to get involved in my business. It may be hard to understand for all you underlings out there but, it is a long running coincidence that the owners of these companies always seem to try to get involved with Streets Wilson. They see the power I wield and they feel they must have it. I had to give my notice in another federation because the owner just would not stop stalking me. Every damn week he was trying to get into another match with… Streets Wilson. Coincidently this was the same man who, as I mentioned previously I once screwed out of a title by punching in the back of the head… But once again I’ve gone off track here. Bottom line I guess “STAY OUT OF MY BUSINESS”
(He looks off slightly to the side of the screen)
Streets Wilson: that sounded good right?
(You here a slightly far off “yeah”)
Streets Wilson: YEAH. So listen here Kristina, I don’t know why the booker seems to hate you so much as to sign you up for another beating from Streets Wilson, but know this: just like last time I will not hold back for ANYONE. If you
(He smiles and looks of to side of the camera man for a second)
Streets Wilson: if you get “in my business” then I am going to have to “TAKE CARE of business” and put you down.
(he smiles widely as he nods to the camera man)
Streets Wilson: Whatever the reason fate has brought you to be repeatedly struck down by myself, it doesn’t matter. This just happens to be the case and I will do what I have to do. Just like last time, I will show you why you must fear the streets. Why you must fear… Streets Wilson. I will show what I will be doing to Iggy the Iguana soon enough.
(he frowns)
Streets Wilson: I know of your so called “powerful” family Kristina. I know a bit about “families” myself although not in the literal sense we seem to be using here… Just like last time, your family will not help you, nor would they be able to. Streets Wilson is a force that not even a whole family can overcome. I don’t really know what your goals are here in the APW Kristina, but its safe to say you won’t be realizing them after I beat you to the ground for a second time. So here’s what I want you to do for me….. RUN. Run and tell your “family”, run and tell your friends. Tonight is the night I fall. Tonight is the night I face…. Streets Wilson.
(there is loud scuffling and yelling heard outside the door)
(Streets Wilson immediately turns his left, and dives out an open window just as the office door swings open and the authorities arrive)
Officer(looking at the camera man): Sir, are you responsible for this?
Cameraman:… no?...
(The scene ends as the camera man is led out of the building in hand-cuffs.)
