Post by Streets Wilson on Aug 9, 2008 1:53:48 GMT -4
Part 1:
(The man we all know as Streets Wilson can be seen walking down a dark alleyway. He is in his usual attire consisting of a black fedora, dark sunglasses, and a traditional Judo Uniform.)
(As he makes his way down the alley he suddenly notices the fact that he is being followed by three unknown individuals. Rather than increasing his speed, Wilson suddenly stops short, and turns around in fighting stance)
Streets Wilson: Finally, a decent workout.
(the three men simultaneously approach Wilson.)
Unidentified Man: Your still dumb enough to show your face around here boy? We know your rich and famous now we saw your ass on the T.V. Why don’t you hand over some a those newfound riches?
Streets Wilson: Why don’t I rip out your throat?
(The man seems surprised by Streets answer, but quickly pulls out a butterfly knife and begins to flip it around and blinding speeds. He slowly advances on Wilson, leaving the other 2 men behind him, not wanting to get accidently stabbed. Suddenly, the man with the knife lunges at Wilson attempting to stick the knife into his torso. Streets calmly grasps the mans wrist as he comes in, stopping the blade long before it gets close to his body. He immediately forms his free hand into the shape of the tiger claw (one of the five animal fists of Shaolin) and thrusts it deep into the mans throat, grasping behind the trachea and squeezing, as blood begins to drip from the mans mouth, Streets casually tosses his limp body into the wall by his throat. He then motions for the next 2 men to “bring it”. The remaining 2 men simultaneously advance towards Streets, but Wilson quickly lunges at one of them, striking him in the groin with the sword hands technique. (The hand is placed into the shape of a blade and thrust into a vital point)
(the man who was struck immediately vomits and falls to the ground)
(Before Streets can react again the final man runs towards him and smashes him right the mouth with a right hook. Wilson’s head snaps back, but immediately jerks forward, spitting his own blood directly into the mans eyes, before jumping high into the air and coming down hard on the mans face with the point of his elbow. The man seems to convulse a little as he falls to the ground)
Streets Wilson: That’s it? I really need to start wandering in some more dangerous neighborhoods……
Part 2: (The scene opens up to Streets Wilson sitting by himself in a dark room. He is wearing a silver robe and seated in a particularly expensive looking recliner. In his left hand is a wine glass, filled with some sort of clear liquid, in his right hand is some sort of hand made “smoking device”. He looks up at the camera and calmly places both items down in the end-table beside him. He lets out a long sigh before he begins to speak)
Streets Wilson: You know, the problem with someone such as myself pursuing a wrestling career, is the type of uneducated ignorant types of people I am forced to deal with on a daily bases. I’m now told I have to face some useless drunk, who as far as I can tell belongs in a McDonalds drive thru taking my order rather than in a wrestling ring. Learn the damn language you are trying to speak before appearing on camera you idiot. I’m afraid I’m just going to have to lay the facts down on this “Iggy” character. You see jack-ass, it doesn’t make you cool just walking around drinking tequila, saying the first unfounded stupid little insults that come to your mind. It would help if you actually had somewhat of an idea what it is you are talking about. This isn’t your “big chance” to make a name for yourself in your debut match. This is a chance for me to squash your aspirations and dreams on my way to the top. Unfortunately for you, this is not my “first run” if you know what I’m saying. I have been at the top of the food chain before. I have held championships in several different countries. But that isn’t really relevant right now. What is relevant is the fact that you parade around like an idiot, making foolish comments that will only prove to incriminate yourself further in this case of idiocy.
(Streets Wilson grabs the wine glass from the table and begins to inspect it, swirling it around and bringing it up to his nose before he smashes it against the wall very suddenly. He suddenly pulls out a bottle from the side of the recliner he is in and chugs half of it before tilting the label for the camera to see. “Olde English”. He quickly finishes the rest of his 40 oz)
Streets Wilson: I feel better.
(He lets out a rather large belch)
Streets Wilson: you see growing up in the projects as I did; I am rather familiar with the taste of malt liquor. You see Iggy, where I grew up, the highlight of your day was getting drunk enough so that you wouldn’t have to think about the fact that you wouldn’t be eating that night. Drunk enough so that you wouldn’t have to wonder where the relatives that went missing that week were. Drunk enough so you wouldn’t have to think about where you hid that dead body last night. You see ass-face, I’m sure you did go look up Stamford’s reputation as … the 47th best place to live as it has a very low crime rate. Good for you, you found out my secret… That I grew up in the ghetto of a city that is rather wealthy. But if I’m sorry I have to be the one to tell you that this information is meaningless. You have to be a pretty ignorant person to assume that because there is a “low crime rate” in a place that it somehow means that you could not walk down the wrong street and never come back… It would be pretty ignorant to assume that I do not come from the type of environment that I say I come from. In your half asses research did you happen to check out what was said about… the west side of Stamford. I’m sure there’s a little blurb about it.
(Streets Wilson laughs to himself for a second.)
Streets Wilson: Since were all doing research in here anyway, let me pull this little snippet I printed out from the internet.
(Streets clears his throat loudly)
Streets Wilson: The West Side of Stamford, Connecticut is one of the poorest and most violent sections in the state of Connecticut.
(Wilson looks up at the camera and smiles)
Streets Wilson: It goes on… “The West Side has had a problem with violent crime for years” "Despite efforts to curb it, the area is still a breeding ground for drug dealers, and gangs, such as the Bloods, the Crips, the Merrell Avenue Posse and the Haitian Posse,"
(Streets smiles again)
Streets Wilson: Isn’t that hilarious?
(he pauses for a moment)
Streets Wilson: Well, actually it’s not hilarious. It’s very sad. The reason I became a wrestler was to escape places like that. And to help others get out as well. That’s why I personally donate 10 percent of ALL profits I make to various charities. Because I’m a good person, or at least I try to be. I got out of that place with HARD WORK. I got out with dedication. I decided what I wanted to do and I went out and did it. That’s right, I’m in the APW now, and I plan to succeed here as well. I come from the projects and I bring them with me wherever I go. I bring that fierce determination. I bring that fight or flight attitude. I bring the will to LIVE.
(Streets Wilson looks around looking very paranoid. His eyes are almost bleeding they are so bloodshot)
Streets Wilson: The will to SURVIVE. And how I survive here in the APW is by winning matches. And rest assured Iggy, I have the means necessary to walk right through you, just like I walked right through the last nobody. Just like I’ll walk through the guy after you. So go ahead and continue to talk about Batman… Continue to attempt to somehow connect myself with Bruce Wayne… I’ll continue to beat peoples asses. And yours is next. What qualifies you to even get into a ring with me? Oh yes, I know all about you being a third generation star. Must have been nice having everything handed to you. But while you may have learned to wrestle from some old Mexican guy. I learned it in a Dojo. And I know my skill far outweighs that of an… “Iguana”. So have fun being an iguana, it suits you well. I will continue to be a LION. A KING. You like to talk about Antonio Banderas, maybe you identify with him. Well if you’re Antonio Banderas, then I’m Clint Eastwood.
(Streets Wilson somehow produces a 44. magnum and points it at the screen)
Streets Wilson: Do you feel lucky?
(He pulls the trigger and a huge fiery blast eclipses the entire screen.)
(The man we all know as Streets Wilson can be seen walking down a dark alleyway. He is in his usual attire consisting of a black fedora, dark sunglasses, and a traditional Judo Uniform.)
(As he makes his way down the alley he suddenly notices the fact that he is being followed by three unknown individuals. Rather than increasing his speed, Wilson suddenly stops short, and turns around in fighting stance)
Streets Wilson: Finally, a decent workout.
(the three men simultaneously approach Wilson.)
Unidentified Man: Your still dumb enough to show your face around here boy? We know your rich and famous now we saw your ass on the T.V. Why don’t you hand over some a those newfound riches?
Streets Wilson: Why don’t I rip out your throat?
(The man seems surprised by Streets answer, but quickly pulls out a butterfly knife and begins to flip it around and blinding speeds. He slowly advances on Wilson, leaving the other 2 men behind him, not wanting to get accidently stabbed. Suddenly, the man with the knife lunges at Wilson attempting to stick the knife into his torso. Streets calmly grasps the mans wrist as he comes in, stopping the blade long before it gets close to his body. He immediately forms his free hand into the shape of the tiger claw (one of the five animal fists of Shaolin) and thrusts it deep into the mans throat, grasping behind the trachea and squeezing, as blood begins to drip from the mans mouth, Streets casually tosses his limp body into the wall by his throat. He then motions for the next 2 men to “bring it”. The remaining 2 men simultaneously advance towards Streets, but Wilson quickly lunges at one of them, striking him in the groin with the sword hands technique. (The hand is placed into the shape of a blade and thrust into a vital point)
(the man who was struck immediately vomits and falls to the ground)
(Before Streets can react again the final man runs towards him and smashes him right the mouth with a right hook. Wilson’s head snaps back, but immediately jerks forward, spitting his own blood directly into the mans eyes, before jumping high into the air and coming down hard on the mans face with the point of his elbow. The man seems to convulse a little as he falls to the ground)
Streets Wilson: That’s it? I really need to start wandering in some more dangerous neighborhoods……
Part 2: (The scene opens up to Streets Wilson sitting by himself in a dark room. He is wearing a silver robe and seated in a particularly expensive looking recliner. In his left hand is a wine glass, filled with some sort of clear liquid, in his right hand is some sort of hand made “smoking device”. He looks up at the camera and calmly places both items down in the end-table beside him. He lets out a long sigh before he begins to speak)
Streets Wilson: You know, the problem with someone such as myself pursuing a wrestling career, is the type of uneducated ignorant types of people I am forced to deal with on a daily bases. I’m now told I have to face some useless drunk, who as far as I can tell belongs in a McDonalds drive thru taking my order rather than in a wrestling ring. Learn the damn language you are trying to speak before appearing on camera you idiot. I’m afraid I’m just going to have to lay the facts down on this “Iggy” character. You see jack-ass, it doesn’t make you cool just walking around drinking tequila, saying the first unfounded stupid little insults that come to your mind. It would help if you actually had somewhat of an idea what it is you are talking about. This isn’t your “big chance” to make a name for yourself in your debut match. This is a chance for me to squash your aspirations and dreams on my way to the top. Unfortunately for you, this is not my “first run” if you know what I’m saying. I have been at the top of the food chain before. I have held championships in several different countries. But that isn’t really relevant right now. What is relevant is the fact that you parade around like an idiot, making foolish comments that will only prove to incriminate yourself further in this case of idiocy.
(Streets Wilson grabs the wine glass from the table and begins to inspect it, swirling it around and bringing it up to his nose before he smashes it against the wall very suddenly. He suddenly pulls out a bottle from the side of the recliner he is in and chugs half of it before tilting the label for the camera to see. “Olde English”. He quickly finishes the rest of his 40 oz)
Streets Wilson: I feel better.
(He lets out a rather large belch)
Streets Wilson: you see growing up in the projects as I did; I am rather familiar with the taste of malt liquor. You see Iggy, where I grew up, the highlight of your day was getting drunk enough so that you wouldn’t have to think about the fact that you wouldn’t be eating that night. Drunk enough so that you wouldn’t have to wonder where the relatives that went missing that week were. Drunk enough so you wouldn’t have to think about where you hid that dead body last night. You see ass-face, I’m sure you did go look up Stamford’s reputation as … the 47th best place to live as it has a very low crime rate. Good for you, you found out my secret… That I grew up in the ghetto of a city that is rather wealthy. But if I’m sorry I have to be the one to tell you that this information is meaningless. You have to be a pretty ignorant person to assume that because there is a “low crime rate” in a place that it somehow means that you could not walk down the wrong street and never come back… It would be pretty ignorant to assume that I do not come from the type of environment that I say I come from. In your half asses research did you happen to check out what was said about… the west side of Stamford. I’m sure there’s a little blurb about it.
(Streets Wilson laughs to himself for a second.)
Streets Wilson: Since were all doing research in here anyway, let me pull this little snippet I printed out from the internet.
(Streets clears his throat loudly)
Streets Wilson: The West Side of Stamford, Connecticut is one of the poorest and most violent sections in the state of Connecticut.
(Wilson looks up at the camera and smiles)
Streets Wilson: It goes on… “The West Side has had a problem with violent crime for years” "Despite efforts to curb it, the area is still a breeding ground for drug dealers, and gangs, such as the Bloods, the Crips, the Merrell Avenue Posse and the Haitian Posse,"
(Streets smiles again)
Streets Wilson: Isn’t that hilarious?
(he pauses for a moment)
Streets Wilson: Well, actually it’s not hilarious. It’s very sad. The reason I became a wrestler was to escape places like that. And to help others get out as well. That’s why I personally donate 10 percent of ALL profits I make to various charities. Because I’m a good person, or at least I try to be. I got out of that place with HARD WORK. I got out with dedication. I decided what I wanted to do and I went out and did it. That’s right, I’m in the APW now, and I plan to succeed here as well. I come from the projects and I bring them with me wherever I go. I bring that fierce determination. I bring that fight or flight attitude. I bring the will to LIVE.
(Streets Wilson looks around looking very paranoid. His eyes are almost bleeding they are so bloodshot)
Streets Wilson: The will to SURVIVE. And how I survive here in the APW is by winning matches. And rest assured Iggy, I have the means necessary to walk right through you, just like I walked right through the last nobody. Just like I’ll walk through the guy after you. So go ahead and continue to talk about Batman… Continue to attempt to somehow connect myself with Bruce Wayne… I’ll continue to beat peoples asses. And yours is next. What qualifies you to even get into a ring with me? Oh yes, I know all about you being a third generation star. Must have been nice having everything handed to you. But while you may have learned to wrestle from some old Mexican guy. I learned it in a Dojo. And I know my skill far outweighs that of an… “Iguana”. So have fun being an iguana, it suits you well. I will continue to be a LION. A KING. You like to talk about Antonio Banderas, maybe you identify with him. Well if you’re Antonio Banderas, then I’m Clint Eastwood.
(Streets Wilson somehow produces a 44. magnum and points it at the screen)
Streets Wilson: Do you feel lucky?
(He pulls the trigger and a huge fiery blast eclipses the entire screen.)
