Post by Streets Wilson on Sept 8, 2008 15:29:47 GMT -4
(Streets Wilson pulls up to the parking lot of the local bar and steps out of the vehicle, smiling as he does so.. As he’s walking towards the entrance three people suddenly appear behind him and one of them taps him on the shoulder.)
Streets Wilson: You’ll NEVER TAKE ME ALIVE!!!
(Wilson spins around with the fury of twelve men and violently sweeps the legs out from under the unsuspecting man. He fly’s into the air and smacks down onto his spine on the concrete ground.)
(The other 2 men jump back immediately with a look of horror on their face. One of them steps forward a little)
Man: Um Mr. Wilson, were the small camera crew, you told us to meet you here for the promo?
Streets Wilson: Oh right come on inside. Have a drink.
(Wilson and the remaining two men walk inside the bar. Leaving the man with the broken spine on the ground mumbling incoherently)
Man with broken spine(In almost a whisper): Oh my god. Somebody please help me. (With his last breath he manages to yell one sentence) SOMEBODY CALL AN AMBULANCE!!!
(A young couple walking by hear his cry and stop to see what’s happening)
Young Girl: Oh my God! Justin we have to call 911!
Justin: No honey its all staged. I just saw Streets Wilson walk inside that bar
Young Girl: Oh, lets go see what he’s doing!
(They walk inside the entrance of the bar, leaving the most likely now dead crew member lying on the ground.)
(Inside the bar Wilson has already been recognized, and has ordered a round of beer for everyone inside.)
Streets Wilson: Look everybody just take your beer and get the hell out of my camera shot before I start breaking arms. Hey you
(he points to one young woman)
Streets Wilson: You can stay. Yes, sit over there.
(He points to a empty chair.)
Streets Wilson: Alright, Stan, you get over there, get ready with those lights. Ok, ACTION!!
(The two remaining crew members try their best to make things look good, although all they are working with is a camera and a flashlight..)
(Streets Wilson adjusts his fedora, looks to his side, backs fists the bartender directly in the mouth, and begins to speak)
Streets Wilson: Yes. Streets Wilson is here. And it is time for all you lower beings to bow down to the king of the streets. The master of all bone breaking, neck snapping, face smashing, double fisted brawling, and just all around ass kicking. They call me Streets Wilson, because they mutter my name in the streets. They call me Streets Wilson, because I walk the streets, and kings and queens step aside. They call me Streets Wilson, because when I get in the ring, acts of unheard of violence and glory commence. When I get in the ring, men have to hold back their wives, women have to hold back their screams, and those who mean me harm, have to step back. For I am not a normal man. I was forged in the fires of desperation, greed, murder, and corruption. Mine is a tale of blood and laughter, of fear and happiness. I am Streets Wilson, the sum of all your fears, the reaper of all your dreams. Whoever you are, wherever you may be, you would be a fool to think you can just come inside the ring with me, and not walk out with a piece of you missing. Maybe your eye, maybe your ear, maybe a part of your soul. It is well known at this point, who I am, and what I do. What I stand for is vengeance, revenge, but more importantly, I stand for the streets. I stand for those who would not be able to stand for themselves. Those poverty stricken children, who only know pain. Those single mothers, who only know how to give. Those loving fathers, who only know work. I stand for myself. I stand for many things, but not in the way you would think. I fight for a living, and I am good at it. I destroy other human beings for money, and fame. My opponents would do well to take notice of the facts. The fact that I am schooled in the most deadly fighting arts known to mankind. The fact that I will shatter your kneecaps in a matter of 2 seconds. I will render your limbs and muscles useless with the flick of my wrist: striking the vital points of the body in succession leaving you nothing more than a blob of flesh with which I shall destroy. I have been called many things, criminal, thug, monster, madman, Hero. But I do not concern myself with the thoughts of others, only with my own thoughts. And you know what I think? I think I am unstoppable. In the sense that, I will keep my onslaught on the professional wrestling world strong until I can take the gold and hold it up high: for the projects to see. For the streets to see. Yet sadly, I fall short of my goals. I make it so far yet basically nowhere at all. I started out at the bottom, a mere nothing in a sea of “superstars”. But with one show of skill and amazement, I propel myself into the top ranks. With ease I might add. It’s a common case of Streets Wilson being overlooked. But I cannot be overlooked for long, its only a matter of time before everyone realizes what is really going on here. What’s going on is this: Streets Wilson is the people’s champion. Just because the crowd “boo’s” me when I come to the ring doesn’t mean much. Because by the time the match is over they will all be chanting for the strizzneets. The people are much smarter than they are given credit for. They will not boo a man just because they are told to do so, they will make their own decision on who is the better man, and I can guarantee it is me. I suppose my opponent will most likely attempt to baffle me with clichéd phrases presented in a slightly entertaining way, in order to try to make what I am saying uninspired, at which point I would usually counter with the fact that I am better than him in every way shape and form imaginable. To which he would respond by assaulting my background and hometown, thus attempting to debunk what it is that I stand for and in essence, who I am. But that would just be playing right into my hand. Because the fact of the matter is this, I am a genius. I know that physical violence solves any problems I might find myself in. I suppose you wouldn’t really suspect someone of my backround to possess the type of skill that I do. But in reality it is quite common that I would. Furthermore, I like to align myself with others who may or may not be similar to me in attitude and skill level. Thus making me technically invincible. What I’m saying is this: I come from a place where fighting is always personal. I cannot get into that ring and not be preoccupied with a lust for blood. If you attempt to harm me, I will most certainly hurt you in ways you probably never even thought possible. After a while, I’m really just amusing myself because there is no man on earth that could possibly go head to head with me and really come out on top. For example, take my opponent; this… Jake Ruby. Listen “Rube Pubes”one thing is very clear, you DO NOT want to be on Streets Wilson’s shit list. I could go around randomly assaulting people, in a slightly comical manner, just to prove some points, and don’t worry, I will. But, its much more interesting if I physically assault someone the second they disagree with something I say, such as this. Watch right here.
(Wilson grabs one individual and pulls him into the screen.)
Streets Wilson: Hey you.
Unassuming man(with a smile on his face): Yes?
Streets Wilson: Your mother is a prostitute.
(The man becomes instantly infuriated)
Man: HEY. I don’t give a damn who you are! My mother is not a whore!!!
(The man throws a right hand at Wilson’s face, at which point Wilson slams his head directly into the mans oncoming fist, causing it to snap sideways and cause a tremendous amount of pain and damage to the man’s right arm. As the man recoils clutching his now broken arm, Streets grabs him by his throat and proceeds to bash him in the face repeatedly with his palm, causing him to fall into unconsciousness and smack his head on the bar on his way down.)
Streets Wilson: …….. Actually that was not comical at all; I think I just killed him. I’m kind of wishing I didn’t just do that right now. Phil you can edit that out right?
(the man holding the camera peers out from behind it)
Phil: Yeah I can edit it but the problem is we are standing inside an active bar filled with people right now.
(Wilson sighs loudly)
Streets Wilson: This really needs to stop happening
Phil: Yeah it does Streets.
Streets Wilson: We better get the hell out of here.
(Wilson and the 2 crew members quickly file out the door. Leaving the very confused and very frightened bar patrons inside. As Wilson steps outside, he comes to the realization that his 2 crew members have been tackled to the ground and beaten senseless, then handcuffed. Multiple members of the police force are standing there over the dead body of the man whose spine Wilson broke earlier.)
Police Officer: YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! FREEZE!!!!!!!!!!
Streets Wilson: There’s really no need to yell here officer. I can hear you from here. Lets try to use our normal speaking voices
Police Officer: GET THE FIDDLESTICKS ONTO THE GROUND NOW!!!
(Streets Wilson lightly extends his arm out, causing a smoke bomb to fly outward exploding and creating a thick cloud of smoke. At which point Streets Wilson turns and runs incredibly fast down a nearby alleyway, throwing bags of unknown substances in every direction as he does so.)
Streets Wilson: You’ll NEVER TAKE ME ALIVE!!!
(Wilson spins around with the fury of twelve men and violently sweeps the legs out from under the unsuspecting man. He fly’s into the air and smacks down onto his spine on the concrete ground.)
(The other 2 men jump back immediately with a look of horror on their face. One of them steps forward a little)
Man: Um Mr. Wilson, were the small camera crew, you told us to meet you here for the promo?
Streets Wilson: Oh right come on inside. Have a drink.
(Wilson and the remaining two men walk inside the bar. Leaving the man with the broken spine on the ground mumbling incoherently)
Man with broken spine(In almost a whisper): Oh my god. Somebody please help me. (With his last breath he manages to yell one sentence) SOMEBODY CALL AN AMBULANCE!!!
(A young couple walking by hear his cry and stop to see what’s happening)
Young Girl: Oh my God! Justin we have to call 911!
Justin: No honey its all staged. I just saw Streets Wilson walk inside that bar
Young Girl: Oh, lets go see what he’s doing!
(They walk inside the entrance of the bar, leaving the most likely now dead crew member lying on the ground.)
(Inside the bar Wilson has already been recognized, and has ordered a round of beer for everyone inside.)
Streets Wilson: Look everybody just take your beer and get the hell out of my camera shot before I start breaking arms. Hey you
(he points to one young woman)
Streets Wilson: You can stay. Yes, sit over there.
(He points to a empty chair.)
Streets Wilson: Alright, Stan, you get over there, get ready with those lights. Ok, ACTION!!
(The two remaining crew members try their best to make things look good, although all they are working with is a camera and a flashlight..)
(Streets Wilson adjusts his fedora, looks to his side, backs fists the bartender directly in the mouth, and begins to speak)
Streets Wilson: Yes. Streets Wilson is here. And it is time for all you lower beings to bow down to the king of the streets. The master of all bone breaking, neck snapping, face smashing, double fisted brawling, and just all around ass kicking. They call me Streets Wilson, because they mutter my name in the streets. They call me Streets Wilson, because I walk the streets, and kings and queens step aside. They call me Streets Wilson, because when I get in the ring, acts of unheard of violence and glory commence. When I get in the ring, men have to hold back their wives, women have to hold back their screams, and those who mean me harm, have to step back. For I am not a normal man. I was forged in the fires of desperation, greed, murder, and corruption. Mine is a tale of blood and laughter, of fear and happiness. I am Streets Wilson, the sum of all your fears, the reaper of all your dreams. Whoever you are, wherever you may be, you would be a fool to think you can just come inside the ring with me, and not walk out with a piece of you missing. Maybe your eye, maybe your ear, maybe a part of your soul. It is well known at this point, who I am, and what I do. What I stand for is vengeance, revenge, but more importantly, I stand for the streets. I stand for those who would not be able to stand for themselves. Those poverty stricken children, who only know pain. Those single mothers, who only know how to give. Those loving fathers, who only know work. I stand for myself. I stand for many things, but not in the way you would think. I fight for a living, and I am good at it. I destroy other human beings for money, and fame. My opponents would do well to take notice of the facts. The fact that I am schooled in the most deadly fighting arts known to mankind. The fact that I will shatter your kneecaps in a matter of 2 seconds. I will render your limbs and muscles useless with the flick of my wrist: striking the vital points of the body in succession leaving you nothing more than a blob of flesh with which I shall destroy. I have been called many things, criminal, thug, monster, madman, Hero. But I do not concern myself with the thoughts of others, only with my own thoughts. And you know what I think? I think I am unstoppable. In the sense that, I will keep my onslaught on the professional wrestling world strong until I can take the gold and hold it up high: for the projects to see. For the streets to see. Yet sadly, I fall short of my goals. I make it so far yet basically nowhere at all. I started out at the bottom, a mere nothing in a sea of “superstars”. But with one show of skill and amazement, I propel myself into the top ranks. With ease I might add. It’s a common case of Streets Wilson being overlooked. But I cannot be overlooked for long, its only a matter of time before everyone realizes what is really going on here. What’s going on is this: Streets Wilson is the people’s champion. Just because the crowd “boo’s” me when I come to the ring doesn’t mean much. Because by the time the match is over they will all be chanting for the strizzneets. The people are much smarter than they are given credit for. They will not boo a man just because they are told to do so, they will make their own decision on who is the better man, and I can guarantee it is me. I suppose my opponent will most likely attempt to baffle me with clichéd phrases presented in a slightly entertaining way, in order to try to make what I am saying uninspired, at which point I would usually counter with the fact that I am better than him in every way shape and form imaginable. To which he would respond by assaulting my background and hometown, thus attempting to debunk what it is that I stand for and in essence, who I am. But that would just be playing right into my hand. Because the fact of the matter is this, I am a genius. I know that physical violence solves any problems I might find myself in. I suppose you wouldn’t really suspect someone of my backround to possess the type of skill that I do. But in reality it is quite common that I would. Furthermore, I like to align myself with others who may or may not be similar to me in attitude and skill level. Thus making me technically invincible. What I’m saying is this: I come from a place where fighting is always personal. I cannot get into that ring and not be preoccupied with a lust for blood. If you attempt to harm me, I will most certainly hurt you in ways you probably never even thought possible. After a while, I’m really just amusing myself because there is no man on earth that could possibly go head to head with me and really come out on top. For example, take my opponent; this… Jake Ruby. Listen “Rube Pubes”one thing is very clear, you DO NOT want to be on Streets Wilson’s shit list. I could go around randomly assaulting people, in a slightly comical manner, just to prove some points, and don’t worry, I will. But, its much more interesting if I physically assault someone the second they disagree with something I say, such as this. Watch right here.
(Wilson grabs one individual and pulls him into the screen.)
Streets Wilson: Hey you.
Unassuming man(with a smile on his face): Yes?
Streets Wilson: Your mother is a prostitute.
(The man becomes instantly infuriated)
Man: HEY. I don’t give a damn who you are! My mother is not a whore!!!
(The man throws a right hand at Wilson’s face, at which point Wilson slams his head directly into the mans oncoming fist, causing it to snap sideways and cause a tremendous amount of pain and damage to the man’s right arm. As the man recoils clutching his now broken arm, Streets grabs him by his throat and proceeds to bash him in the face repeatedly with his palm, causing him to fall into unconsciousness and smack his head on the bar on his way down.)
Streets Wilson: …….. Actually that was not comical at all; I think I just killed him. I’m kind of wishing I didn’t just do that right now. Phil you can edit that out right?
(the man holding the camera peers out from behind it)
Phil: Yeah I can edit it but the problem is we are standing inside an active bar filled with people right now.
(Wilson sighs loudly)
Streets Wilson: This really needs to stop happening
Phil: Yeah it does Streets.
Streets Wilson: We better get the hell out of here.
(Wilson and the 2 crew members quickly file out the door. Leaving the very confused and very frightened bar patrons inside. As Wilson steps outside, he comes to the realization that his 2 crew members have been tackled to the ground and beaten senseless, then handcuffed. Multiple members of the police force are standing there over the dead body of the man whose spine Wilson broke earlier.)
Police Officer: YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! FREEZE!!!!!!!!!!
Streets Wilson: There’s really no need to yell here officer. I can hear you from here. Lets try to use our normal speaking voices
Police Officer: GET THE FIDDLESTICKS ONTO THE GROUND NOW!!!
(Streets Wilson lightly extends his arm out, causing a smoke bomb to fly outward exploding and creating a thick cloud of smoke. At which point Streets Wilson turns and runs incredibly fast down a nearby alleyway, throwing bags of unknown substances in every direction as he does so.)
