Post by Streets Wilson on Sept 30, 2009 20:01:58 GMT -4
(In recent months some would say Streets Wilson’s promos have been losing some of their luster lately… That he lacks the edge he did in times past… As we join Streets Wilson in the middle of his next one: things don’t seem to be going much better... or does it?)
Streets Wilson: And now… Streets Wilson WILL TAKE REVENGE ON THE WORLD. I could have done it the whole fuckin time
Phil: !
Streets Wilson: go ahead and assume Streets Wilson’s time has passed… many have assumed such things in the past, and many have fallen at my feet… Remember who Streets Wilson is… Streets Wilson is the truth. Streets Wilson is the “idea”. Streets Wilson is the belief in something where back in Stamford they call the “American Dream”
Phil: … You know, I think someone already covered this in the past-
Streets Wilson (cutting Phil off): Lets be perfectly fucking clear here, Streets Wilson is not and has never been on some “Dusty Rhodes” shit here, my father wasn’t a damn plumber. I’m talking about the “other” “American Dream” The one where shit like that doesn’t even really matter. The one where “status” and “class” don’t have any bearing on what you choose to do with your life. Streets Wilson is from the United States of America, a place where the lower class operates in a completely different universe then the upper, and where your goals can seem unattainable… and it can be easy to just give up and be consumed by it all but.... Streets Wilson rose to the top in the traditional fashion: By going out there and doing it: the hard way. I was the one spending time in the wrestling schools for hours trying to learn just the basics of what this sport is about. And I’m the one who later spent even longer in the Dojo’s, honing my skills to become that of a master. I made my legacy not from “backstage politics” or any bullshit like that; I made it off of being the best around period. Recently, with the mingling with President Jeff among other questionable people, Streets Wilson kind of forgot who he was. Forgot what it is Streets Wilson had set out to do. Forgotten my goals… Streets Wilson had become complacent. I wasn’t there to win matches anymore; I was there to “have” them. I forgot that the only reason Streets Wilson got in this game in the first place is to REPRESENT. YEAH BITCH. I can do anything I want… I’M STREETS FUCKING WILSON. Who will stop Streets Wilson when he does not want to be stopped?
Phil: Joe M-
Streets Wilson: No one.
(Phil thinks for a second)
Phil: God or-
(Phil is cut off)
Streets Wilson: I SAID NO ONE.
(Phil quickly shuts up)
Streets Wilson: I know all the “competitors” when faced with the idea of Streets Wilson: mock Streets Wilson’s name, and sometimes downright mock what Streets Wilson stands for...
Streets Wilson: This… is a sign of fear and cannot be forgiven nor forgotten. Streets Wilson is tired of playing the role of a person who WON’T STRAIGHT UP SNAP YOUR NECK INSIDE THAT RING IF HE DAMN WELL PLEASES. Streets Wilson is done denying who he really is, no more “alliances” with President Jeff or anybody the fuck else that doesn’t deserve a damn thing from Streets Wilson. From now on, just like it really is when Streets Wilson is involved, if you come up against Streets Wilson …. YOU’RE SCARED. YOU’RE GOING TO LOSE, ONE WAY OR ANOTHER. Which reminds me, next time I see President Jeff remind me to rips his fucking balls off
(Streets Wilson lets out a roar and in a rage grabs a passerby by the testicles with the “Tiger Claw” and then twists his grip)
Man passing by: FLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
(the mans eyes nearly pop all the way of his head and he begins to vomit up all sorts of substances that look to include blood before he falls forward to the ground smashing his face in the vomit (dead before he hit the ground)
(Streets Wilson looks at the mangled corpse curiously for a second)
Streets Wilson: SEE!!! SEE WHAT HAPPENS WHEN THE REAL STREETS WILSON COMES OUT!
Phil: CHRIST ON A CRACKER PLEASE GO BACK TO BEING THE WASHED UP STREETS WILSON
Streets Wilson: nope… it’s too late now, I’m the “real” Streets Wilson again. (says Wilson matter-of-factly)
Phil: JESUS MARY AND JOSEPH GET JEFF ON THE PHONE
(Phil begins to frantically run down the street screaming knocking over a 90 year old woman and stomping on her arm in the panic)
PHIL: GET HIM ON THE FUCKING PHONE I SAID “HE’S” BACK. HE’S BAAAAAAAAACK
(Streets looks on as Phil runs down the street before resuming)
Streets Wilson: Yes it’s true… Joe Martinez… You fought somebody with the name Streets Wilson before, but that was not me… it was the “old” Streets Wilson… or rather it was the “old new” Streets Wilson: the one in between the 2 real Streets Wilsons… the one after the one who came back to life after dying… you see…
(Streets Wilson stands by himself on the sidewalk looking confused. People occasionally pass by pointing and mumbling to each other before they are eventually chased off by members of the crew (security)
Streets Wilson: BASICALLY, you either fought the “fake” Streets Wilson, or the actor Tim Curry who I frequently hire to sub for me when I’m gone… Either way NOW you’ll face the real one….Where did Phil go?
(The camera man speaks)
Camera man: … Phil had a breakdown and ran off like 5 minutes ago…
Streets Wilson: …. Right … Right. We need to get him back, I can’t do this thing by myself, I need someone there to “guide” me.
Camera Man: All you do is talk to the camera anyway….
Streets Wilson: WHAT WAS THAT
Camera man: Uh, I said my grandmas has crabs
Streets Wilson: What the fuck man
Camera Man: well-
Streets Wilson (putting his hand up): NO, I don’t want to hear it. We need to get Phil back
(the scene fades to black as Wilson goes to search for Phil)
(When Wilson reappears he is on screen standing once again next to Phil)
Phil: So…
Streets Wilson (yet again cutting Phil off and ignoring his presence): YEAH SO: Joe Martinez… you have come up against me once… but that was then, and this is now. And now you face a completely different entity… You face the entity that destroyed Iggy “The Iguana” inside that ring for the Xtreme Championship. You face the man who along with Rick Stevens, shattered the dreams of the “dream team” of Lively and Twister. You face the man who through all under-estimations, ALWAYS has a trick up his sleeve. Streets Wilson has been to the top of the ladder before… and I’ve been way down low… in the gutter… but just like life, it just plain doesn’t matter, because I KNOW what I’m capable of. And Streets Wilson IS capable of defeating any wrestler, on any day, in any way. All you have to do is look to the facts. nI’m better trained than anyone in the APW period… and I’ve proven myself before to be the worlds best… Now, with a renewed sense of things… what’s to stop Streets Wilson from becoming World Champion? Whats to stop Streets Wilson from becoming the face of the APW? Don’t forget the power that a man such as myself wields, don’t forget the flocks of people that would show up in droves when you put Streets Wilsons face up on the billboard. The fans know who’s fake and who’s real, so the fans know all about just how fucking “real” the “real” Streets Wilson is….
Phil: …
Streets Wilson: Understand one thing about Streets Wilson, my career having been going… not the way I would have liked recently, the string of losses and sometimes even crushing defeats… Know that even with all that… I feel no butterfly’s in my stomach. There is no nervousness to be had for the likes of Streets Wilson. I’ve played this game a million times. And I will walk down that isle and look out into the eyes of all the screaming fans just like I always do. And I will KNOW there is a reason they are the spectators and I am the competitor… It is because this is who I am. I HAVE to be the one in the ring… because I fucking love it. I love the feeling of knowing I am the ELITE of this world. Forged in the fires of poverty, but honed in halls of greatness, Streets Wilson will never be fully understood by the common man… But remember, Streets Wilson IS the common man. Streets Wilson is a walking contradiction. But that is the way of things I suppose… Streets Wilson is both good and evil. Both common and uncommon. I represent many things, but I also represent nothing. I represent different things to different people… But I will always STAND for the underdog in any situation. I will stand for the guy who just wants HIS shot. The one you think won’t make it… but I WILL make it Joe… I will make it… Think about it Joe… Why would I stand here and speak of my certainty of victory? Because I AM here to win and I WILL bring to the table that which my opponents fear the most… I will bring to you: The Streets.
(Phil looks on intently)
Streets Wilson: Run Joe… Run… Run and tell your family, Run and tell your friends… that tonight is the night I fall… tonight is the night I face: … Streets Wilson
(Streets Wilson begins to laugh manically as he hands the microphone back to Phil. Wilson pulls a pre rolled blunt from behind his ear and sparks it up as he makes his way down the sidewalk non-shalantly. The passersby on the streets know who he is, but they hang back and leave him be anyway.)
Streets Wilson: And now… Streets Wilson WILL TAKE REVENGE ON THE WORLD. I could have done it the whole fuckin time
Phil: !
Streets Wilson: go ahead and assume Streets Wilson’s time has passed… many have assumed such things in the past, and many have fallen at my feet… Remember who Streets Wilson is… Streets Wilson is the truth. Streets Wilson is the “idea”. Streets Wilson is the belief in something where back in Stamford they call the “American Dream”
Phil: … You know, I think someone already covered this in the past-
Streets Wilson (cutting Phil off): Lets be perfectly fucking clear here, Streets Wilson is not and has never been on some “Dusty Rhodes” shit here, my father wasn’t a damn plumber. I’m talking about the “other” “American Dream” The one where shit like that doesn’t even really matter. The one where “status” and “class” don’t have any bearing on what you choose to do with your life. Streets Wilson is from the United States of America, a place where the lower class operates in a completely different universe then the upper, and where your goals can seem unattainable… and it can be easy to just give up and be consumed by it all but.... Streets Wilson rose to the top in the traditional fashion: By going out there and doing it: the hard way. I was the one spending time in the wrestling schools for hours trying to learn just the basics of what this sport is about. And I’m the one who later spent even longer in the Dojo’s, honing my skills to become that of a master. I made my legacy not from “backstage politics” or any bullshit like that; I made it off of being the best around period. Recently, with the mingling with President Jeff among other questionable people, Streets Wilson kind of forgot who he was. Forgot what it is Streets Wilson had set out to do. Forgotten my goals… Streets Wilson had become complacent. I wasn’t there to win matches anymore; I was there to “have” them. I forgot that the only reason Streets Wilson got in this game in the first place is to REPRESENT. YEAH BITCH. I can do anything I want… I’M STREETS FUCKING WILSON. Who will stop Streets Wilson when he does not want to be stopped?
Phil: Joe M-
Streets Wilson: No one.
(Phil thinks for a second)
Phil: God or-
(Phil is cut off)
Streets Wilson: I SAID NO ONE.
(Phil quickly shuts up)
Streets Wilson: I know all the “competitors” when faced with the idea of Streets Wilson: mock Streets Wilson’s name, and sometimes downright mock what Streets Wilson stands for...
Streets Wilson: This… is a sign of fear and cannot be forgiven nor forgotten. Streets Wilson is tired of playing the role of a person who WON’T STRAIGHT UP SNAP YOUR NECK INSIDE THAT RING IF HE DAMN WELL PLEASES. Streets Wilson is done denying who he really is, no more “alliances” with President Jeff or anybody the fuck else that doesn’t deserve a damn thing from Streets Wilson. From now on, just like it really is when Streets Wilson is involved, if you come up against Streets Wilson …. YOU’RE SCARED. YOU’RE GOING TO LOSE, ONE WAY OR ANOTHER. Which reminds me, next time I see President Jeff remind me to rips his fucking balls off
(Streets Wilson lets out a roar and in a rage grabs a passerby by the testicles with the “Tiger Claw” and then twists his grip)
Man passing by: FLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
(the mans eyes nearly pop all the way of his head and he begins to vomit up all sorts of substances that look to include blood before he falls forward to the ground smashing his face in the vomit (dead before he hit the ground)
(Streets Wilson looks at the mangled corpse curiously for a second)
Streets Wilson: SEE!!! SEE WHAT HAPPENS WHEN THE REAL STREETS WILSON COMES OUT!
Phil: CHRIST ON A CRACKER PLEASE GO BACK TO BEING THE WASHED UP STREETS WILSON
Streets Wilson: nope… it’s too late now, I’m the “real” Streets Wilson again. (says Wilson matter-of-factly)
Phil: JESUS MARY AND JOSEPH GET JEFF ON THE PHONE
(Phil begins to frantically run down the street screaming knocking over a 90 year old woman and stomping on her arm in the panic)
PHIL: GET HIM ON THE FUCKING PHONE I SAID “HE’S” BACK. HE’S BAAAAAAAAACK
(Streets looks on as Phil runs down the street before resuming)
Streets Wilson: Yes it’s true… Joe Martinez… You fought somebody with the name Streets Wilson before, but that was not me… it was the “old” Streets Wilson… or rather it was the “old new” Streets Wilson: the one in between the 2 real Streets Wilsons… the one after the one who came back to life after dying… you see…
(Streets Wilson stands by himself on the sidewalk looking confused. People occasionally pass by pointing and mumbling to each other before they are eventually chased off by members of the crew (security)
Streets Wilson: BASICALLY, you either fought the “fake” Streets Wilson, or the actor Tim Curry who I frequently hire to sub for me when I’m gone… Either way NOW you’ll face the real one….Where did Phil go?
(The camera man speaks)
Camera man: … Phil had a breakdown and ran off like 5 minutes ago…
Streets Wilson: …. Right … Right. We need to get him back, I can’t do this thing by myself, I need someone there to “guide” me.
Camera Man: All you do is talk to the camera anyway….
Streets Wilson: WHAT WAS THAT
Camera man: Uh, I said my grandmas has crabs
Streets Wilson: What the fuck man
Camera Man: well-
Streets Wilson (putting his hand up): NO, I don’t want to hear it. We need to get Phil back
(the scene fades to black as Wilson goes to search for Phil)
(When Wilson reappears he is on screen standing once again next to Phil)
Phil: So…
Streets Wilson (yet again cutting Phil off and ignoring his presence): YEAH SO: Joe Martinez… you have come up against me once… but that was then, and this is now. And now you face a completely different entity… You face the entity that destroyed Iggy “The Iguana” inside that ring for the Xtreme Championship. You face the man who along with Rick Stevens, shattered the dreams of the “dream team” of Lively and Twister. You face the man who through all under-estimations, ALWAYS has a trick up his sleeve. Streets Wilson has been to the top of the ladder before… and I’ve been way down low… in the gutter… but just like life, it just plain doesn’t matter, because I KNOW what I’m capable of. And Streets Wilson IS capable of defeating any wrestler, on any day, in any way. All you have to do is look to the facts. nI’m better trained than anyone in the APW period… and I’ve proven myself before to be the worlds best… Now, with a renewed sense of things… what’s to stop Streets Wilson from becoming World Champion? Whats to stop Streets Wilson from becoming the face of the APW? Don’t forget the power that a man such as myself wields, don’t forget the flocks of people that would show up in droves when you put Streets Wilsons face up on the billboard. The fans know who’s fake and who’s real, so the fans know all about just how fucking “real” the “real” Streets Wilson is….
Phil: …
Streets Wilson: Understand one thing about Streets Wilson, my career having been going… not the way I would have liked recently, the string of losses and sometimes even crushing defeats… Know that even with all that… I feel no butterfly’s in my stomach. There is no nervousness to be had for the likes of Streets Wilson. I’ve played this game a million times. And I will walk down that isle and look out into the eyes of all the screaming fans just like I always do. And I will KNOW there is a reason they are the spectators and I am the competitor… It is because this is who I am. I HAVE to be the one in the ring… because I fucking love it. I love the feeling of knowing I am the ELITE of this world. Forged in the fires of poverty, but honed in halls of greatness, Streets Wilson will never be fully understood by the common man… But remember, Streets Wilson IS the common man. Streets Wilson is a walking contradiction. But that is the way of things I suppose… Streets Wilson is both good and evil. Both common and uncommon. I represent many things, but I also represent nothing. I represent different things to different people… But I will always STAND for the underdog in any situation. I will stand for the guy who just wants HIS shot. The one you think won’t make it… but I WILL make it Joe… I will make it… Think about it Joe… Why would I stand here and speak of my certainty of victory? Because I AM here to win and I WILL bring to the table that which my opponents fear the most… I will bring to you: The Streets.
(Phil looks on intently)
Streets Wilson: Run Joe… Run… Run and tell your family, Run and tell your friends… that tonight is the night I fall… tonight is the night I face: … Streets Wilson
(Streets Wilson begins to laugh manically as he hands the microphone back to Phil. Wilson pulls a pre rolled blunt from behind his ear and sparks it up as he makes his way down the sidewalk non-shalantly. The passersby on the streets know who he is, but they hang back and leave him be anyway.)
