Post by Streets Wilson on Aug 4, 2008 19:26:19 GMT -4
(A dark street corner is shown, the neighborhood seems quiet enough, yet one house is not darkened, this houses lights are still on. Loud aggressive voices can still be heard on the inside. Through the window, 3 men playing poker can be easily observed. Large amounts of cash, cards and the like can be seen being pompously thrown around. One of the men can clearly be identified as the notorious Streets Wilson. As he’s tossing more 100 dollar bills into the pile, his loud voice can be heard)
Streets Wilson: Yeah, I don’t know if this Hawkens guy is Danish or something, but I can hardly understand this jackass.
(Streets turns to the camera as if he knows its there)
Streets Wilson: Let me explain something to you Hawkens, no one gives a rats ovary about your random uninteresting matches you’ve had in the past. You better realize real fast that I’m not 2 Japanese men: I’m Streets Wilson.
(By now the 2 other men playing poker are extremely confused)
Man on the left: Um, Streets who are you talking to?
Streets Wilson: Well the people in the T.V of course, Don’t you-
(Suddenly a portly man with a hat saying “director” walks on screen)
Director: CUT! CUT! CUT! This is all wrong. JUST ALL WRONG. Get these 2 nobodies out of here.
Streets Wilson: HEY! HEY! This is my promo here FAT MAN, so just back off and sit in your little chair over there
(the director suddenly looks very sad and slowly walks off)
(The 2 men just stare at the director, looking even more confused than before)
Man at the table: Who the hell is this Streets? Are we on camera right now? WHAT THE DINGLEBERRY IS GOING ON RIGHT NOW!
Streets Wilson: Oh I didn’t tell you guys, I’m back on TV again, I am famous you know. I’ve wrestled all around the world, the United States, The UK, Japan. I’ve literally held gold in them all. So contrary to what you seem to foolishly think Hawkens, I’m not “another new wrestler trying to screw your chances” You’re an insignificant little insect and I’m a titan coming to destroy you. Do you have any idea how many I have destroyed with these fists
(He brings his fists up and then slams them down onto the poker table, sending poker chips and cigar ash flying everywhere.)
Streets Wilson: Streets Wilson is hungry for gold, and it doesn’t matter who gets in my way. I’m coming for all those belts. Anyone who’s wearing gold in the APW better take notice of what happens to this “Dangerous” Steve Hawkens character, because if this fool is dangerous, then I’m straight up DEADLY. And while he seems to think this is a playful little sport, where he can apply his craft and try to make a living: I know that this is much more than that. This is MY livelihood, I’m not going back to the hood. I’m rich and famous now, and anyone who gets in my way may get there throat bashed in. Anyone who gets in my way may find themselves being struck in the vital points. Because winning isn’t a game to me, it’s a requirement. I’ll leave you crippled on the ground if I want to, because theres nothing you can do about it. I’m in control and I say I’m going to win. This dumbass thinks he’s special because he won 2 matches? I’ve won hundreds of matches and I can guarantee I’ll be winning hundreds more. Anyone who actually thinks they’re going to be using Streets Wilson as a stepping stone is obviously a sadly mis-educated fool. I’m a blackbelt in several different deadly fighting arts, I’m from the mean streets of the west side of Stamford, Connecticut: and I’M going to be the stepping stone in this situation? HAHA. Why don’t you think before you open your large mouth Steve, I’m going to be using your FACE as a stepping stone before this is all said and done. So it would be wise for you to shut your mouth, Because I know you’ll be changing your tune when I start slapping you all over the ring like a 4 year old girl. It would have been wise for you to find out who it is your really dealing with before you have a match with them, but since you have failed to do that I shall be teaching you a lesson the hard way: by beating you into unconsciousness.
(Streets turns to the director)
Streets Wilson: and NOW you can say cut assface
(Streets Wilson throws down a smoke bomb and walks off screen leaving the director speechless and caughing eraticly before he slowly collapses onto the ground clutching his chest.)
(Streets Wilson suddenly steps back into the screen)
Streets Wilson: By the way I wouldn’t inhale that smoke…
(Streets quickly runs off screen again, as crew members run up to the director looking very concerned)
Streets Wilson: Yeah, I don’t know if this Hawkens guy is Danish or something, but I can hardly understand this jackass.
(Streets turns to the camera as if he knows its there)
Streets Wilson: Let me explain something to you Hawkens, no one gives a rats ovary about your random uninteresting matches you’ve had in the past. You better realize real fast that I’m not 2 Japanese men: I’m Streets Wilson.
(By now the 2 other men playing poker are extremely confused)
Man on the left: Um, Streets who are you talking to?
Streets Wilson: Well the people in the T.V of course, Don’t you-
(Suddenly a portly man with a hat saying “director” walks on screen)
Director: CUT! CUT! CUT! This is all wrong. JUST ALL WRONG. Get these 2 nobodies out of here.
Streets Wilson: HEY! HEY! This is my promo here FAT MAN, so just back off and sit in your little chair over there
(the director suddenly looks very sad and slowly walks off)
(The 2 men just stare at the director, looking even more confused than before)
Man at the table: Who the hell is this Streets? Are we on camera right now? WHAT THE DINGLEBERRY IS GOING ON RIGHT NOW!
Streets Wilson: Oh I didn’t tell you guys, I’m back on TV again, I am famous you know. I’ve wrestled all around the world, the United States, The UK, Japan. I’ve literally held gold in them all. So contrary to what you seem to foolishly think Hawkens, I’m not “another new wrestler trying to screw your chances” You’re an insignificant little insect and I’m a titan coming to destroy you. Do you have any idea how many I have destroyed with these fists
(He brings his fists up and then slams them down onto the poker table, sending poker chips and cigar ash flying everywhere.)
Streets Wilson: Streets Wilson is hungry for gold, and it doesn’t matter who gets in my way. I’m coming for all those belts. Anyone who’s wearing gold in the APW better take notice of what happens to this “Dangerous” Steve Hawkens character, because if this fool is dangerous, then I’m straight up DEADLY. And while he seems to think this is a playful little sport, where he can apply his craft and try to make a living: I know that this is much more than that. This is MY livelihood, I’m not going back to the hood. I’m rich and famous now, and anyone who gets in my way may get there throat bashed in. Anyone who gets in my way may find themselves being struck in the vital points. Because winning isn’t a game to me, it’s a requirement. I’ll leave you crippled on the ground if I want to, because theres nothing you can do about it. I’m in control and I say I’m going to win. This dumbass thinks he’s special because he won 2 matches? I’ve won hundreds of matches and I can guarantee I’ll be winning hundreds more. Anyone who actually thinks they’re going to be using Streets Wilson as a stepping stone is obviously a sadly mis-educated fool. I’m a blackbelt in several different deadly fighting arts, I’m from the mean streets of the west side of Stamford, Connecticut: and I’M going to be the stepping stone in this situation? HAHA. Why don’t you think before you open your large mouth Steve, I’m going to be using your FACE as a stepping stone before this is all said and done. So it would be wise for you to shut your mouth, Because I know you’ll be changing your tune when I start slapping you all over the ring like a 4 year old girl. It would have been wise for you to find out who it is your really dealing with before you have a match with them, but since you have failed to do that I shall be teaching you a lesson the hard way: by beating you into unconsciousness.
(Streets turns to the director)
Streets Wilson: and NOW you can say cut assface
(Streets Wilson throws down a smoke bomb and walks off screen leaving the director speechless and caughing eraticly before he slowly collapses onto the ground clutching his chest.)
(Streets Wilson suddenly steps back into the screen)
Streets Wilson: By the way I wouldn’t inhale that smoke…
(Streets quickly runs off screen again, as crew members run up to the director looking very concerned)