Late RP

[Streets Wilson]

(the scene opens up to the man known only as Streets Wilson. He is standing behind a small counter, wearing his usual attire except for the addition of an apron. The camera zooms in and the phrase “Cookin with Wilson” appears on the screen.)

Streets Wilson (putting down a large bowl full of egg salad)
Streets Wilson: So that’s my famous egg salad recipe, so now,

(he turns the stove on)

Streets Wilson: Yes, now as you can see

(he begins pouring olive oil into a frying pan)

Streets Wilson: what you want to do is this

(he moves over to a cutting board and grabs a nearby clove of garlic)

Streets Wilson: You just

(the camera switches to show an amazingly interested studio audience. Laughing and going along with everything Wilson says)

(when the camera cuts back to Streets, he is now holding a butterfly knife and flipping it around, cutting the garlic in a most unorthodox manner)

Streets Wilson (rapidly slicing garlic): YEAH.

(he tosses the chopped garlic into the pan and begins frying it)

Streets Wilson (leaning over the pan with his nostrels flaring): OH YEAH BABY! I WISH YOU COULD SMELL THIS AT HOME

(the audience claps their hands in agreement. Suddenly a rather angry man stands up from his chair and begins to yell)

Angry man: HEY! What the fuck are you doing man? You know you have a match in like a day. GET BUSY

(Streets Wilson looks at the man with an expression that leads one to believe he is planning to murder him)

(the angry man in the audience jumps onto the stage in a rage, screaming out obscenities as he charged towards Streets.)

Streets Wilson: um?

(the enraged man jumps into the air towards Streets with his foot extended, causing Wilson to sidestep: causing the man to fly right by him and accidently slam his foot into the large bowl of egg salad.)

Streets Wilson: Get your feet out of my egg salad dick-face.

(now enraged by the tainting of his egg salad Streets Wilson grabs the burning hot frying pan and smashes the crazed man in the mouth with it.)

Streets Wilson (now looking towards the camera): Well… I suppose he is right… I do have a match. Although its only against…
(he pulls out a small notecard)

Streets Wilson: … JC Styles?

Streets Wilson: I guess… he must be related to AJ Styles? … or Joey Styles…. Either way it equals the same result for me. Whether it be in the ring or outside of it, when Streets Wilson is in town, someone might get bashed in the mouth with a frying pan

(with that Streets Wilson lowers his sunglasses and winks to the studio audience, before walking off set)