Post by Streets Wilson on Sept 14, 2008 18:54:39 GMT -4
(The man known around the world as simply Streets Wilson is seen standing on the gritty streets of the west side of Stamford Connecticut. He is standing at a Discount Martial Arts DVD stand, looking at the back of a DVD, and talking to the operator of the modest establishment.)
Streets Wilson: Ooh, this guy does Ba Qua…
(He continues to scan the description on the back)
Vender: Street Wilson! It been 4 years since I seen you here! Last time I remember you just been arrested for pre-meditated murder!
(Streets slowly looks up from the DVD.)
Streets Wilson: …. Ahkmed is that you?
Ahkmed: Yes I still run this shop 9 years
Streets Wilson: you’re still at it huh?
Ahkmed: Yes, still at it
Streets Wilson: well keep up the good work. You always had the best bootlegs. I remember back in the day, even if I didn’t have enough money you would always let me get something. You’re a good man…
Ahkmed: Yes I work very hard… very hard
Streets Wilson: Mmm… its good to see you again, you know I’m wrestling professionally again.
Ahkmed: Again Street? You were always the best!
Streets Wilson: Yes, I was.
Ahkmed: You always break the most faces. Even when you not wrestle, I remember one time those punks were harassing that woman, threatening to cut her if she didn’t give them money. She pregnant too.
(Streets has a look on his face as if he is reminiscing.)
Streets Wilson: Ah yes, I recall one of them was unfortunate enough to incur the wrath of one my Dim-Mak death touches.
Ahkmed: You break they face so bad they need plastic surgeon.
(Streets looks at the ground for a second, slightly embarrassed)
Streets Wilson: It’s what I do
Ahkmed: You very good Mr. Wilson, the best.
Streets Wilson: I’m glad you think so, listen, I want you to watch my next match, I’m going to be breaking some more faces.
Ahkmed: oh yes, I love the face breaking
Streets Wilson: well then you just tune in to APW, I’ll be smashing the faces of 2 people this week.
Ahkmed: Oh yes very exiting.
Streets Wilson: I really hope you watch, you know I do this for people like you. You’ve run this shop for years, honest work.
Ahkmed: I wish business were better
Streets Wilson: Why is that?
Ahkmed: I live in this country for 9 years now, I always do things by the “law”
Streets Wilson: The law huh?
Ahkmed: But last week, I get eviction notice, I can’t pay bills, stand not doing good.
(A deep frown comes across Wilson’s face.)
Streets Wilson: Don’t worry about any of that
(Wilson reaches inside his pocket and pulls out a wad of bills. He tosses it to Ahkmed)
Streets Wilson: Just make sure you watch the show
(Streets stuffs the DVD inside his pocket and walks away, leaving Ahkmed smiling looking through the bills)
Later that evening:
(The scene opens up to the one and only king of the streets: Streets Wilson. He is standing in front of a green screen. He is dressed as always decadently draped with silver jewelry sparkling on his hands and around his neck. A traditional Judo uniform draped upon his body. His black fedora carefully placed atop his head, slightly tilted to the right. Sunglasses darker than a black hole cover his most likely bloodshot eyes. He makes a signal with his hands to someone off screen. Immediately the green screen changes to display graffiti type writings on the wall. Phrases such as “King of the Streets” “Voice of the poverty stricken” and “Vengeance of the Meek” can be seen on the wall as Streets Wilson prepares himself to speak to the millions of fans no doubt tuning in.)
Streets Wilson: Oh yes, don’t adjust your sets, it is really me. Bow down and worship the king. A king with no subjects, for I need them not. My kingdom resides in Connecticut. I rule with an iron fist. But enough of my home, for it is not the subject at hand. The subject this evening is the tag team match I shall be participating in. A match against these unfortunate fools, Twister and The Iguana.
(Streets slowly begins to smile)
Streets Wilson: Iggy, you I have already met. And I will admit, you came out on top in that encounter. But did you really? Does done ever really “win” when they face Streets Wilson? The answer is simply; no. They do not. Oh yes, the record books may show a little victory mark in your favor, but it is well known at this point, that Streets Wilson is not the kind of man who’s bad side you would wish to find yourself. Seconds after you defeated me Iggy, I jumped up off the floor and delivered a spine jarring Vicious DDT. Why? Because I could. You were standing right there, and if you thought that just because the “official match” was over, that the fight was over: then you were quite obviously mistaken. Streets Wilson never stops. Do whatever you wish to me, or at least try to, because in the end it will be me who strikes the final blow. Should you be unfortunate enough to (as you have already done) gain a victory over me, it is really a victory for me. For I will come back and hit you 10 times harder than you hit me. Because that’s just what I love to do. I love it when some fool punches me in the face thinking he has just done something intelligent, because I know then I get to do Horrible things back to them. In my spare time I am not out drinking tequila, no, that would be must to simple. I’m training for combat. I’m repeatedly punching a brick wall, to build up cartilage in the wrist, thus making my punching power seem superhuman to all you normal people. But that is just what comes of hard work and dedication. I made a choice a long time ago that my life would be nothing but combat. Which is why I’m here. To show everybody what a real warrior is all about. I’m about being the absolute best. Now is my chance to strike back Iggy, and rest assured I will not hesitate to do so. You best put the paramedics on speed dial, because you going to get hurt.
(Wilson removes his sunglasses and whips them straight into the camera screen. They bounce off and shatter all over the ground)
Streets Wilson: Oh shit I thought that would produce a dramatic effect but… those were 500 dollar sunglasses… Whatever I’m rich anyway.
(He seems to remember he is on camera and quickly pulls out an identical pair and places them on his face)
Streets Wilson: as for you “Twister” you should know: I a little something about twisting myself. Although I’m really only known for Twisting vanilla dutches. HA!
(He removes his sunglasses once again and winks at the camera, before putting them back on again)
Streets Wilson: Just threw that in for my homies…
Streets Wilson: Back to business Twister, don’t think I forgot about you. I’m well aware of your exploits around here but you best believe they only serve to make me more unmerciful towards you. Trust me when I say I have dethroned many a champion before, and while I won’t exactly be getting that opportunity, I will be getting the chance to show the world what caliber of competitor I am when I move right through with the same ease I would the greenest of rookies…. As for you Sabur, rest easy tonight, for I am who I say I am: A god in the ring, and a king in the streets. So while I really don’t know you, I really don’t even need to. Rest assured I will most certainly be doing my job inside that ring. What is my job? Winning. Beating asses. I think you get the picture. As for your apparent history in tag team matches, fear not: for I am a former Tag Team champion, and I only fight to win. I am no stranger to fending off several people at once, I have been through many a large scale brawl in my time in Stamford. And let me tell you another thing, when those in the UFC say that 90% of all fights end up on the ground… Bullshit. You don’t want to go on the ground unless you have to, try to “mount” someone and “ground and pound” them when theres 4 other guys waiting to just walk up and knife you in the back. No, I’d say that in my experience, about 95% percent of all fights I have seen or been in, everyone stays on their feet. No one is rolling around on the ground attempting to out molest the other guy. Believe this Iggy, Twister, I am the don of disaster. The dean of mean. The master of murder, and the king of combat. So I would have to advise my opponents tonight to… 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
(Streets again removes his 500$ sunglasses and looks as if he is going to again smash them into something to look cool, but then seems to regain his composure, and he calmly places them into his pocket and walks off screen)
Streets Wilson: Ooh, this guy does Ba Qua…
(He continues to scan the description on the back)
Vender: Street Wilson! It been 4 years since I seen you here! Last time I remember you just been arrested for pre-meditated murder!
(Streets slowly looks up from the DVD.)
Streets Wilson: …. Ahkmed is that you?
Ahkmed: Yes I still run this shop 9 years
Streets Wilson: you’re still at it huh?
Ahkmed: Yes, still at it
Streets Wilson: well keep up the good work. You always had the best bootlegs. I remember back in the day, even if I didn’t have enough money you would always let me get something. You’re a good man…
Ahkmed: Yes I work very hard… very hard
Streets Wilson: Mmm… its good to see you again, you know I’m wrestling professionally again.
Ahkmed: Again Street? You were always the best!
Streets Wilson: Yes, I was.
Ahkmed: You always break the most faces. Even when you not wrestle, I remember one time those punks were harassing that woman, threatening to cut her if she didn’t give them money. She pregnant too.
(Streets has a look on his face as if he is reminiscing.)
Streets Wilson: Ah yes, I recall one of them was unfortunate enough to incur the wrath of one my Dim-Mak death touches.
Ahkmed: You break they face so bad they need plastic surgeon.
(Streets looks at the ground for a second, slightly embarrassed)
Streets Wilson: It’s what I do
Ahkmed: You very good Mr. Wilson, the best.
Streets Wilson: I’m glad you think so, listen, I want you to watch my next match, I’m going to be breaking some more faces.
Ahkmed: oh yes, I love the face breaking
Streets Wilson: well then you just tune in to APW, I’ll be smashing the faces of 2 people this week.
Ahkmed: Oh yes very exiting.
Streets Wilson: I really hope you watch, you know I do this for people like you. You’ve run this shop for years, honest work.
Ahkmed: I wish business were better
Streets Wilson: Why is that?
Ahkmed: I live in this country for 9 years now, I always do things by the “law”
Streets Wilson: The law huh?
Ahkmed: But last week, I get eviction notice, I can’t pay bills, stand not doing good.
(A deep frown comes across Wilson’s face.)
Streets Wilson: Don’t worry about any of that
(Wilson reaches inside his pocket and pulls out a wad of bills. He tosses it to Ahkmed)
Streets Wilson: Just make sure you watch the show
(Streets stuffs the DVD inside his pocket and walks away, leaving Ahkmed smiling looking through the bills)
Later that evening:
(The scene opens up to the one and only king of the streets: Streets Wilson. He is standing in front of a green screen. He is dressed as always decadently draped with silver jewelry sparkling on his hands and around his neck. A traditional Judo uniform draped upon his body. His black fedora carefully placed atop his head, slightly tilted to the right. Sunglasses darker than a black hole cover his most likely bloodshot eyes. He makes a signal with his hands to someone off screen. Immediately the green screen changes to display graffiti type writings on the wall. Phrases such as “King of the Streets” “Voice of the poverty stricken” and “Vengeance of the Meek” can be seen on the wall as Streets Wilson prepares himself to speak to the millions of fans no doubt tuning in.)
Streets Wilson: Oh yes, don’t adjust your sets, it is really me. Bow down and worship the king. A king with no subjects, for I need them not. My kingdom resides in Connecticut. I rule with an iron fist. But enough of my home, for it is not the subject at hand. The subject this evening is the tag team match I shall be participating in. A match against these unfortunate fools, Twister and The Iguana.
(Streets slowly begins to smile)
Streets Wilson: Iggy, you I have already met. And I will admit, you came out on top in that encounter. But did you really? Does done ever really “win” when they face Streets Wilson? The answer is simply; no. They do not. Oh yes, the record books may show a little victory mark in your favor, but it is well known at this point, that Streets Wilson is not the kind of man who’s bad side you would wish to find yourself. Seconds after you defeated me Iggy, I jumped up off the floor and delivered a spine jarring Vicious DDT. Why? Because I could. You were standing right there, and if you thought that just because the “official match” was over, that the fight was over: then you were quite obviously mistaken. Streets Wilson never stops. Do whatever you wish to me, or at least try to, because in the end it will be me who strikes the final blow. Should you be unfortunate enough to (as you have already done) gain a victory over me, it is really a victory for me. For I will come back and hit you 10 times harder than you hit me. Because that’s just what I love to do. I love it when some fool punches me in the face thinking he has just done something intelligent, because I know then I get to do Horrible things back to them. In my spare time I am not out drinking tequila, no, that would be must to simple. I’m training for combat. I’m repeatedly punching a brick wall, to build up cartilage in the wrist, thus making my punching power seem superhuman to all you normal people. But that is just what comes of hard work and dedication. I made a choice a long time ago that my life would be nothing but combat. Which is why I’m here. To show everybody what a real warrior is all about. I’m about being the absolute best. Now is my chance to strike back Iggy, and rest assured I will not hesitate to do so. You best put the paramedics on speed dial, because you going to get hurt.
(Wilson removes his sunglasses and whips them straight into the camera screen. They bounce off and shatter all over the ground)
Streets Wilson: Oh shit I thought that would produce a dramatic effect but… those were 500 dollar sunglasses… Whatever I’m rich anyway.
(He seems to remember he is on camera and quickly pulls out an identical pair and places them on his face)
Streets Wilson: as for you “Twister” you should know: I a little something about twisting myself. Although I’m really only known for Twisting vanilla dutches. HA!
(He removes his sunglasses once again and winks at the camera, before putting them back on again)
Streets Wilson: Just threw that in for my homies…
Streets Wilson: Back to business Twister, don’t think I forgot about you. I’m well aware of your exploits around here but you best believe they only serve to make me more unmerciful towards you. Trust me when I say I have dethroned many a champion before, and while I won’t exactly be getting that opportunity, I will be getting the chance to show the world what caliber of competitor I am when I move right through with the same ease I would the greenest of rookies…. As for you Sabur, rest easy tonight, for I am who I say I am: A god in the ring, and a king in the streets. So while I really don’t know you, I really don’t even need to. Rest assured I will most certainly be doing my job inside that ring. What is my job? Winning. Beating asses. I think you get the picture. As for your apparent history in tag team matches, fear not: for I am a former Tag Team champion, and I only fight to win. I am no stranger to fending off several people at once, I have been through many a large scale brawl in my time in Stamford. And let me tell you another thing, when those in the UFC say that 90% of all fights end up on the ground… Bullshit. You don’t want to go on the ground unless you have to, try to “mount” someone and “ground and pound” them when theres 4 other guys waiting to just walk up and knife you in the back. No, I’d say that in my experience, about 95% percent of all fights I have seen or been in, everyone stays on their feet. No one is rolling around on the ground attempting to out molest the other guy. Believe this Iggy, Twister, I am the don of disaster. The dean of mean. The master of murder, and the king of combat. So I would have to advise my opponents tonight to… 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
(Streets again removes his 500$ sunglasses and looks as if he is going to again smash them into something to look cool, but then seems to regain his composure, and he calmly places them into his pocket and walks off screen)
