Post by Streets Wilson on Aug 19, 2009 19:41:28 GMT -4
(the scene opens up to Streets Wilson attending an upscale party. There are several tables with foods and wine laid out. Streets Wilson is engaged in a conversation with a very rich looking man)
Streets Wilson: So I says to him… I says: Who the fuck is Rocky Starr?
(he begins to laugh pompously before taking an immeasurably small sip of his wine.)
Streets Wilson: Last time I checked, Streets Wilson’s name was still being muttered throughout living rooms and dining tables across the world. Its not everyday someone is resurrected from the dead you know!
(the well dressed man across from Wilson nods his head)
Streets Wilson: Shit, I’m like Jesus Christ… Except you know… real.
(the man he is talking to continues to nod in agreement)
Streets Wilson: I should write my own book about myself, “The Bible 2” starring Streets Wilson.
(yet again the man is nodding agreement with Streets, he grabs a piece of cheese off of a nearby table and begins to eat it, still nodding as he does so)
Streets Wilson: Not only that I’m BIGGER than Jesus Christ
(suddenly it seems the whole party stops and is now focused only on Streets Wilson, anxiously staring directly at him)
Streets Wilson: I mean, the guy was probably only like 5’7 anyway
(the party goers lose interest and go back to their business)
Streets Wilson: Seriously though… who the fuck IS Rocky Starr?
Well Dressed Party Goer: Wrestler
Streets Wilson: Yeah well someone better tell this dick-ass that it’s Streets Wilson’s time. And someone better tell him that Streets Wilson doesn’t play any fucking games. Someone better tell him Streets Wilson MAIMS Motherfuckers. Someone better to explain to him you don’t make your silly little debut or comeback matches against a Legend. Someone better explain to everyone else that EVERYONE needs to take notice of what happens in this match. YEAH! Recognize what happens to “Rocky Starr”. Sit and watch what happens. Because everyone is going to have to be reminded why Streets Wilson was so feared in the first place. Cause why?
(he looks to the man he has been talking to, who is still nodding in agreement with him, even though the situation did not call for a yes or no answer)
Streets Wilson: That’s right, cause I fuck people up. You don’t just “get pinned” by Streets Wilson. You don’t get “put down for the 1-2-3” You get straight annihilated. You get smacked in the throat and bashed in the face. You get damn near literally torn apart and wake up a week later in intensive care. So don’t fuck around and get maimed. People who think their dangerous are a dime a dozen, because they’ve got the fans support, or they’ve been winning a couple matches lately, or even because they hold the current hottest win record. But… Streets Wilson is REALLY dangerous. Go ahead and TRY to take me to the limit, I fucking dare someone. I’ll grab you by your fucking eyeball and see if it’s possible to lift a man by it. Go ahead and attempt to do some retarded shit and “shooting star press” Streets Wilson. I’ll calmly move out of the way, stomp you one the back of the neck and sever your spinal cord, cause that’s just how I roll. Check the evidence. You just can’t win against Streets Wilson.
(he pauses to stare at the eternal nodding of the man across from him for a second)
Streets Wilson: You can “think” you won. Just ask President Jeff about that one. I have no doubt in my mind he thought he had really gotten the job done when he ruptured my larynx… He was probably popping a bottle of Champaign when I jumped out of the hospital bed. Yes you can look at the facts and realize that any encounter with Streets Wilson does not really ever benefit anybody in the long run. Why? Because I can’t be stopped that’s why. As is well established by now many have attempted to put me away for good… but as you can see that’s just impossible. Streets Wilson will continue to fight and continue to get better and better. Each time I fall I get back up stronger than before. Each defeat I take and mold into a victory. Jeff thought he had done it. But just like everybody before him he wasn’t thinking ahead. Now what is he going to do? See whether one wants to admit it or not, or whether they just plain don’t know: the fact still remains that Streets Wilson is the most dangerous force in the APW. The biggest threat to any and all champions. The biggest threat to President Jeff himself. See: Jeff made a mistake. He fucked with Streets Wilson, and now he has to spend every waking moment, wondering when it will be time to pay for that mistake. And let it be a lesson to any poor hapless fool who thinks they can make a name for themselves on Streets Wilson. Tell them to watch this match, and see what happens when Streets Wilson gets angry. Then they’ll remember what it was like when Streets Wilson held gold. They’ll remember that feeling that they’ll feel deep down inside. The sinking feeling that “that’s Streets Wilson, and I can’t beat him”. So go ahead and underestimate Streets Wilson again… I fucking love when you do.
(the man is still nodding…)
Streets Wilson: So I want all the nobodies to get in line. Get in line to fight Streets Wilson and I’ll show every single one of you your place. And if you think-
(suddenly an entourage appears on the scene and is surrounding the man who has been nodding to Streets Wilson the entire time. One of them begins to speak)
Man: GREG WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN
(the man just continues to nod.)
Man(now talking to Streets Wilson) : Oh god, thank you for watching him. He’s a little “slow” you see.
Streets Wilson: Oh…
Man: This is the first time he’s been out of the house in 12 years.
(Streets Wilson stares at the still nodding man slightly confused)
Streets Wilson: So your saying I’ve been spitting my promo to a retard? I suppose this is what happens when you shoot on scene. We should just start hiring actors…
Man: whoa, whoa, did you just say “retard”?
Streets Wilson: …
(Streets Wilson jumps into the air and spins around, bringing his foot right towards the face of the man who acting aggressively. But the man ducks just in time causing Wilson’s foot to smash across the face of the man who is still nodding, causing his neck to bend awkwardly and he crumples to the ground)
Streets Wilson: oops…
Man: GREG!!!!
(the man rushes to his unconscious friend)
Man: WHY! Why would you do this you MONSTER
(Streets Wilson stares down at him)
Streets Wilson: Sorry …
Man: SORRY!? All you have to say is sorry?
(Streets Wilson continues to stare at the man for a second before he quickly decides to bash him in the top of his head with his fist. He slumps to the ground with his friend)
(the other 2 people in the entourage rush towards Streets Wilson who just punches them both simultaneously in the throat and they rocket to the ground at lightning speeds)
Streets Wilson (looking towards the camera): See what happens when you get an attitude with Streets Wilson? People get knocked out and Retards get round-housed… I hope everyone’s happy.
(Streets looks around at all the party people who are now all staring at him. One of them is clearly calling the police on their cell phone. Streets Wilson sighs loudly, then turns and runs full speed towards a nearby window, jumping directly through it and out of the building sending shattered glass in every direction)
Streets Wilson: So I says to him… I says: Who the fuck is Rocky Starr?
(he begins to laugh pompously before taking an immeasurably small sip of his wine.)
Streets Wilson: Last time I checked, Streets Wilson’s name was still being muttered throughout living rooms and dining tables across the world. Its not everyday someone is resurrected from the dead you know!
(the well dressed man across from Wilson nods his head)
Streets Wilson: Shit, I’m like Jesus Christ… Except you know… real.
(the man he is talking to continues to nod in agreement)
Streets Wilson: I should write my own book about myself, “The Bible 2” starring Streets Wilson.
(yet again the man is nodding agreement with Streets, he grabs a piece of cheese off of a nearby table and begins to eat it, still nodding as he does so)
Streets Wilson: Not only that I’m BIGGER than Jesus Christ
(suddenly it seems the whole party stops and is now focused only on Streets Wilson, anxiously staring directly at him)
Streets Wilson: I mean, the guy was probably only like 5’7 anyway
(the party goers lose interest and go back to their business)
Streets Wilson: Seriously though… who the fuck IS Rocky Starr?
Well Dressed Party Goer: Wrestler
Streets Wilson: Yeah well someone better tell this dick-ass that it’s Streets Wilson’s time. And someone better tell him that Streets Wilson doesn’t play any fucking games. Someone better tell him Streets Wilson MAIMS Motherfuckers. Someone better to explain to him you don’t make your silly little debut or comeback matches against a Legend. Someone better explain to everyone else that EVERYONE needs to take notice of what happens in this match. YEAH! Recognize what happens to “Rocky Starr”. Sit and watch what happens. Because everyone is going to have to be reminded why Streets Wilson was so feared in the first place. Cause why?
(he looks to the man he has been talking to, who is still nodding in agreement with him, even though the situation did not call for a yes or no answer)
Streets Wilson: That’s right, cause I fuck people up. You don’t just “get pinned” by Streets Wilson. You don’t get “put down for the 1-2-3” You get straight annihilated. You get smacked in the throat and bashed in the face. You get damn near literally torn apart and wake up a week later in intensive care. So don’t fuck around and get maimed. People who think their dangerous are a dime a dozen, because they’ve got the fans support, or they’ve been winning a couple matches lately, or even because they hold the current hottest win record. But… Streets Wilson is REALLY dangerous. Go ahead and TRY to take me to the limit, I fucking dare someone. I’ll grab you by your fucking eyeball and see if it’s possible to lift a man by it. Go ahead and attempt to do some retarded shit and “shooting star press” Streets Wilson. I’ll calmly move out of the way, stomp you one the back of the neck and sever your spinal cord, cause that’s just how I roll. Check the evidence. You just can’t win against Streets Wilson.
(he pauses to stare at the eternal nodding of the man across from him for a second)
Streets Wilson: You can “think” you won. Just ask President Jeff about that one. I have no doubt in my mind he thought he had really gotten the job done when he ruptured my larynx… He was probably popping a bottle of Champaign when I jumped out of the hospital bed. Yes you can look at the facts and realize that any encounter with Streets Wilson does not really ever benefit anybody in the long run. Why? Because I can’t be stopped that’s why. As is well established by now many have attempted to put me away for good… but as you can see that’s just impossible. Streets Wilson will continue to fight and continue to get better and better. Each time I fall I get back up stronger than before. Each defeat I take and mold into a victory. Jeff thought he had done it. But just like everybody before him he wasn’t thinking ahead. Now what is he going to do? See whether one wants to admit it or not, or whether they just plain don’t know: the fact still remains that Streets Wilson is the most dangerous force in the APW. The biggest threat to any and all champions. The biggest threat to President Jeff himself. See: Jeff made a mistake. He fucked with Streets Wilson, and now he has to spend every waking moment, wondering when it will be time to pay for that mistake. And let it be a lesson to any poor hapless fool who thinks they can make a name for themselves on Streets Wilson. Tell them to watch this match, and see what happens when Streets Wilson gets angry. Then they’ll remember what it was like when Streets Wilson held gold. They’ll remember that feeling that they’ll feel deep down inside. The sinking feeling that “that’s Streets Wilson, and I can’t beat him”. So go ahead and underestimate Streets Wilson again… I fucking love when you do.
(the man is still nodding…)
Streets Wilson: So I want all the nobodies to get in line. Get in line to fight Streets Wilson and I’ll show every single one of you your place. And if you think-
(suddenly an entourage appears on the scene and is surrounding the man who has been nodding to Streets Wilson the entire time. One of them begins to speak)
Man: GREG WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN
(the man just continues to nod.)
Man(now talking to Streets Wilson) : Oh god, thank you for watching him. He’s a little “slow” you see.
Streets Wilson: Oh…
Man: This is the first time he’s been out of the house in 12 years.
(Streets Wilson stares at the still nodding man slightly confused)
Streets Wilson: So your saying I’ve been spitting my promo to a retard? I suppose this is what happens when you shoot on scene. We should just start hiring actors…
Man: whoa, whoa, did you just say “retard”?
Streets Wilson: …
(Streets Wilson jumps into the air and spins around, bringing his foot right towards the face of the man who acting aggressively. But the man ducks just in time causing Wilson’s foot to smash across the face of the man who is still nodding, causing his neck to bend awkwardly and he crumples to the ground)
Streets Wilson: oops…
Man: GREG!!!!
(the man rushes to his unconscious friend)
Man: WHY! Why would you do this you MONSTER
(Streets Wilson stares down at him)
Streets Wilson: Sorry …
Man: SORRY!? All you have to say is sorry?
(Streets Wilson continues to stare at the man for a second before he quickly decides to bash him in the top of his head with his fist. He slumps to the ground with his friend)
(the other 2 people in the entourage rush towards Streets Wilson who just punches them both simultaneously in the throat and they rocket to the ground at lightning speeds)
Streets Wilson (looking towards the camera): See what happens when you get an attitude with Streets Wilson? People get knocked out and Retards get round-housed… I hope everyone’s happy.
(Streets looks around at all the party people who are now all staring at him. One of them is clearly calling the police on their cell phone. Streets Wilson sighs loudly, then turns and runs full speed towards a nearby window, jumping directly through it and out of the building sending shattered glass in every direction)
