Post by Streets Wilson on Jan 11, 2009 23:48:12 GMT -4
OOC: this isn't exactly "done" but after last weeks incident I'm just going to post it now
(the scene opens up to what can only be a hospital as there are several children lying in white beds, attached to different types of life support machines. Several of them look rather… grim. In the center of the room, quietly talking with one of the doctors: is Streets Wilson.)
Doctor: Well, either way, we can’t thank you enough for coming.
Streets Wilson: No problem. Streets Wilson is down with the charities…
(The doctor has an emotionless look on his face)
Doctor: yes well, I suppose we should get this started then
(he begins to adress the whole of the room)
Doctor: OK kids! Today we have a very special guest, its none other than the voice of the streets himself: Streets Wilson.
(there is a burst of seemingly slightly muffled excitement from the children.)
(Wilson walks up to one of the sick children)
Streets Wilson: What’s up… kid.
(There is a long awkward pause. At the end of which Wilson can be seen pulling out his wallet)
Streets Wilson: So uh… how does 50 bucks sound kid?
(the doctor steps in)
Doctor: Um Streets, these children all have… terminal cancer
(Streets looks up from his wallet with a concerned look on his face)
Streets Wilson (reaching back into his wallet): Better make it 150….
(after several more unyielding comical displays of Wilson interacting with the sick children, he finally steps out into the hallway)
Streets Wilson: DAMN! What a depressing place. I know what’ll cheer me up.
(Turns towards the camera screen. Adjusts his fedora, and sidekicks a nearby passing janitor in the throat)
Streets Wilson: HA… Dr. Matt… Just what is this guys qualifications anyway? “Almost good”. I mean, I see him in or near the main event all the damn time, the problem I sincerely don’t think I’ve ever seen his hand raised at the end of it… Streets Wilson on the other hand: wins matches. Streets Wilson “TAKES” opportunities. It’s become painfully obvious around the APW that what Streets Wilson is saying every week is not hype, I seriously really am: the straight-up MAN. It’s like I can’t keep the fucking gold off of me. The second I come back I just walk right in, smack Twister and Lively to the ground with ease, grab my belt, and then I continue on my path. Streets Wilson can do whatever the hell he wants. Streets Wilson doesn’t have to wait for SHIT. Let’s be honest here, Streets Wilson is a legend in his own time. Dr. Matt is a… well… uhhhhh..
(He begins to look around for an answer frantically)
Streets Wilson: Dr. Matt is a… …. Doctor?
(he looks off screen with a puzzled look, but quickly continues)
Streets Wilson: Streets Wilson IS “THE” Franchise. Honestly, who else is bringing the things that Streets Wilson brings to the ring each and every match. The swagger, the moves, the shaolin style. Streets Wilson is one of a kind. You know it, the fans know it: Jeff knows it. There is NOBODY around that Streets Wilson can’t take. Shit, Streets Wilson MAKES stars too. Look at Julian Bale… where would he be without Streets Wilson?
(he stands there tapping his foot)
Streets Wilson: Exactly. I do what I want: when I want. I eat what I want; I sleep where I want… I “make” who I want. Bottom line… I’m A GOD. When you hear you’ve got a match with Streets Wilson: your heart starts to beat faster. Your knees start to shake. You then know you’re human. Streets Wilson will make you humble. I’ve got fans all over the world. From all walks of life. I’ve got fans in the U.K, I’ve got fans in Japan, and I KNOW I’ve got fans in the U.S. After this upcoming match: I’ve got fans in Canada. Streets Wilsons merchandise sells out faster your mother when she’s walking the street corner.
(He somehow immediately produces a plastic blow-up switchblade)
Streets Wilson (as he smiles towards the camera screen): only $7.95
(he winks)
Streets Wilson (as he tosses the merchandise off screen): Moving on…
(The doctor steps in)
Doctor: Didn’t you already lose to Dr. Matt last week?
(Streets looks at the doctor like he is obviously an idiot)
Streets Wilson: LOSE? Streets Wilson losing? No my friend. Streets Wilson does not lose. You see, that wasn’t even me. I hired a lookalike to lose for me, I never lose…
(The doctor looks on through his spectacles, clearly unimpressed)
Streets Wilson: Yeah, last week I was down at the Applebee’s eating steak. I sent down a paid actor to lose that match for me. It was Tim Curry you beat Dr. Matt, not Streets Wilson. Everybody knows I stomp out whoever they put in front of me…
(he lowers his sunglasses, turns towards the kids and winks)
Streets Wilson: Back to business, Streets Wilson offers no stupid philosophical reasons for what is going on around here. Because the fact of the matter is what I am doing is really quite simple, I’m being better than you. Whoever you are… but especially if your 2 little fools such as Carl Cage and.. Jason Royce. First of all Jason.. “The Iceman” like I’ve never heard that stupid ass nickname before. but what’s in a name anyway? Well if your Streets Wilson than power, money and fame are in your name. If you’re Streets Wilson you don’t need silly nicknames to build your confidence. If your Streets Wilson you already know your better than everybody else. Now more than ever Carl and Jason, you’re just plain out of your league. You think your fucking hard now because you’re rolling with that pussy Blackwell? Let me explain something to you: if you attempt to jump Streets Wilson like you did to Lively and Twister, I’ll stomp your fucking throat- PERIOD. That’s right fool: 9:00 appointment with my fist and your mouth. And if your boy Trevor tries anything, I’ll show you sloppy garbage wrestlers how to use a blade. HEY! This is how Streets Wilson stabs someone in the leg
(An open pocket knife somehow immediately slides out from Wilsons sleeve and directly into the palm of his hands. He turns around and skillfully throws it, causing it to stick directly into the doctors’ throat. As he falls to his knees in a state of horrid pain and confusion, and the dark swarms in on his eyes, Streets begins to laugh out loud.)
Streets Wilson: You dudes is small time is my point here…
(He… painstakingly removes the blade from the now dead doctors throat and wipes it off on the nearest sick child’s garments.)
Streets Wilson: I told you-
(Just then three rather large security officers rush into the room ready to pounce.)
Streets Wilson (glancing sideways): Let me just take care of this real quick
(Suddenly Streets is holding a Chinese throwing star in each hand, and immediately whips them straight towards 2 of the officers. One is struck directly in the forehead and immediately slumps to the ground. The other is hit in the torso and falls to one knee. The third has charged Wilson and throws a wild right hand. Streets nonchalantly dodges the punch and grabs hold of the man’s arm, he proceeds to perform a stand professional wrestling arm wrench on him, then shoves a knife through the arm.)
Security guard: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
(Wilson then wraps the man’s limp arm around his throat and proceeds to choke the life out of him)
Streets Wilson (towards the security guard with the star in his stomach: My man… that throwing star was dipped in the venom of a cobra… good-bye
(He proceeds to perform a flawless front kick, smacking the man directly in the jaw, he flops backwards knocked out cold)
Streets Wilson: See, that’s how Streets Wilson stabs someone in the leg… Imagine what would happen if I was going to stab you somewhere even worse… I suppose my point here is: don’t get cocky boys, you’re still a couple of nobodies, and I’m still lord and master of the streets. It doesn’t really matter what useless connections you have, because first and foremost you still have to step to ME. You’re going to have to find out just like everybody else had to: I can’t be stopped. It doesn’t really matter the size of your ego, it doesn’t matter your current “status” with this company. Everyone is subject to the judgment and sentencing… of the streets. Any time any of these stupid little “wrestling stars” get to full of themselves, they just send them right over to Streets Wilson. I’ll knock them off their imaginary pedestal. I’ll bring them down to the John Green level in which they belong. That’s where everyone belongs when Streets Wilson is in town… You 2: Royce and Cage, have the audacity to even… get booked in the same match as Streets Wilson? Big mistake… I’ll smack you back down to the lower card where you belong. I’ll cripple your stupid little wannabe organization before it even gets started. Go ahead; try to get your little friends to interfere. I’ll just beat their asses senseless anyway. Probably after that, drive over to their childhood home, and kill their mothers too.
(just then, Wilson notices several police officers coming down the hallway)
Streets Wilson: OH SHIT
(Wilson is now somehow holding a brick of C4)
Streets Wilson: HA! YEAH!
(He plants the C4 on the ground and begins to run down the hallway at lightning speed. About 3o seconds later, just as the cops are passing through, the C4 detonates, causing all sorts of unnecessary panic and carnage at the children’s hospital. Streets Wilson ducks out the back door unnoticed and walks off into the distance uninterrupted)
(the scene opens up to what can only be a hospital as there are several children lying in white beds, attached to different types of life support machines. Several of them look rather… grim. In the center of the room, quietly talking with one of the doctors: is Streets Wilson.)
Doctor: Well, either way, we can’t thank you enough for coming.
Streets Wilson: No problem. Streets Wilson is down with the charities…
(The doctor has an emotionless look on his face)
Doctor: yes well, I suppose we should get this started then
(he begins to adress the whole of the room)
Doctor: OK kids! Today we have a very special guest, its none other than the voice of the streets himself: Streets Wilson.
(there is a burst of seemingly slightly muffled excitement from the children.)
(Wilson walks up to one of the sick children)
Streets Wilson: What’s up… kid.
(There is a long awkward pause. At the end of which Wilson can be seen pulling out his wallet)
Streets Wilson: So uh… how does 50 bucks sound kid?
(the doctor steps in)
Doctor: Um Streets, these children all have… terminal cancer
(Streets looks up from his wallet with a concerned look on his face)
Streets Wilson (reaching back into his wallet): Better make it 150….
(after several more unyielding comical displays of Wilson interacting with the sick children, he finally steps out into the hallway)
Streets Wilson: DAMN! What a depressing place. I know what’ll cheer me up.
(Turns towards the camera screen. Adjusts his fedora, and sidekicks a nearby passing janitor in the throat)
Streets Wilson: HA… Dr. Matt… Just what is this guys qualifications anyway? “Almost good”. I mean, I see him in or near the main event all the damn time, the problem I sincerely don’t think I’ve ever seen his hand raised at the end of it… Streets Wilson on the other hand: wins matches. Streets Wilson “TAKES” opportunities. It’s become painfully obvious around the APW that what Streets Wilson is saying every week is not hype, I seriously really am: the straight-up MAN. It’s like I can’t keep the fucking gold off of me. The second I come back I just walk right in, smack Twister and Lively to the ground with ease, grab my belt, and then I continue on my path. Streets Wilson can do whatever the hell he wants. Streets Wilson doesn’t have to wait for SHIT. Let’s be honest here, Streets Wilson is a legend in his own time. Dr. Matt is a… well… uhhhhh..
(He begins to look around for an answer frantically)
Streets Wilson: Dr. Matt is a… …. Doctor?
(he looks off screen with a puzzled look, but quickly continues)
Streets Wilson: Streets Wilson IS “THE” Franchise. Honestly, who else is bringing the things that Streets Wilson brings to the ring each and every match. The swagger, the moves, the shaolin style. Streets Wilson is one of a kind. You know it, the fans know it: Jeff knows it. There is NOBODY around that Streets Wilson can’t take. Shit, Streets Wilson MAKES stars too. Look at Julian Bale… where would he be without Streets Wilson?
(he stands there tapping his foot)
Streets Wilson: Exactly. I do what I want: when I want. I eat what I want; I sleep where I want… I “make” who I want. Bottom line… I’m A GOD. When you hear you’ve got a match with Streets Wilson: your heart starts to beat faster. Your knees start to shake. You then know you’re human. Streets Wilson will make you humble. I’ve got fans all over the world. From all walks of life. I’ve got fans in the U.K, I’ve got fans in Japan, and I KNOW I’ve got fans in the U.S. After this upcoming match: I’ve got fans in Canada. Streets Wilsons merchandise sells out faster your mother when she’s walking the street corner.
(He somehow immediately produces a plastic blow-up switchblade)
Streets Wilson (as he smiles towards the camera screen): only $7.95
(he winks)
Streets Wilson (as he tosses the merchandise off screen): Moving on…
(The doctor steps in)
Doctor: Didn’t you already lose to Dr. Matt last week?
(Streets looks at the doctor like he is obviously an idiot)
Streets Wilson: LOSE? Streets Wilson losing? No my friend. Streets Wilson does not lose. You see, that wasn’t even me. I hired a lookalike to lose for me, I never lose…
(The doctor looks on through his spectacles, clearly unimpressed)
Streets Wilson: Yeah, last week I was down at the Applebee’s eating steak. I sent down a paid actor to lose that match for me. It was Tim Curry you beat Dr. Matt, not Streets Wilson. Everybody knows I stomp out whoever they put in front of me…
(he lowers his sunglasses, turns towards the kids and winks)
Streets Wilson: Back to business, Streets Wilson offers no stupid philosophical reasons for what is going on around here. Because the fact of the matter is what I am doing is really quite simple, I’m being better than you. Whoever you are… but especially if your 2 little fools such as Carl Cage and.. Jason Royce. First of all Jason.. “The Iceman” like I’ve never heard that stupid ass nickname before. but what’s in a name anyway? Well if your Streets Wilson than power, money and fame are in your name. If you’re Streets Wilson you don’t need silly nicknames to build your confidence. If your Streets Wilson you already know your better than everybody else. Now more than ever Carl and Jason, you’re just plain out of your league. You think your fucking hard now because you’re rolling with that pussy Blackwell? Let me explain something to you: if you attempt to jump Streets Wilson like you did to Lively and Twister, I’ll stomp your fucking throat- PERIOD. That’s right fool: 9:00 appointment with my fist and your mouth. And if your boy Trevor tries anything, I’ll show you sloppy garbage wrestlers how to use a blade. HEY! This is how Streets Wilson stabs someone in the leg
(An open pocket knife somehow immediately slides out from Wilsons sleeve and directly into the palm of his hands. He turns around and skillfully throws it, causing it to stick directly into the doctors’ throat. As he falls to his knees in a state of horrid pain and confusion, and the dark swarms in on his eyes, Streets begins to laugh out loud.)
Streets Wilson: You dudes is small time is my point here…
(He… painstakingly removes the blade from the now dead doctors throat and wipes it off on the nearest sick child’s garments.)
Streets Wilson: I told you-
(Just then three rather large security officers rush into the room ready to pounce.)
Streets Wilson (glancing sideways): Let me just take care of this real quick
(Suddenly Streets is holding a Chinese throwing star in each hand, and immediately whips them straight towards 2 of the officers. One is struck directly in the forehead and immediately slumps to the ground. The other is hit in the torso and falls to one knee. The third has charged Wilson and throws a wild right hand. Streets nonchalantly dodges the punch and grabs hold of the man’s arm, he proceeds to perform a stand professional wrestling arm wrench on him, then shoves a knife through the arm.)
Security guard: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
(Wilson then wraps the man’s limp arm around his throat and proceeds to choke the life out of him)
Streets Wilson (towards the security guard with the star in his stomach: My man… that throwing star was dipped in the venom of a cobra… good-bye
(He proceeds to perform a flawless front kick, smacking the man directly in the jaw, he flops backwards knocked out cold)
Streets Wilson: See, that’s how Streets Wilson stabs someone in the leg… Imagine what would happen if I was going to stab you somewhere even worse… I suppose my point here is: don’t get cocky boys, you’re still a couple of nobodies, and I’m still lord and master of the streets. It doesn’t really matter what useless connections you have, because first and foremost you still have to step to ME. You’re going to have to find out just like everybody else had to: I can’t be stopped. It doesn’t really matter the size of your ego, it doesn’t matter your current “status” with this company. Everyone is subject to the judgment and sentencing… of the streets. Any time any of these stupid little “wrestling stars” get to full of themselves, they just send them right over to Streets Wilson. I’ll knock them off their imaginary pedestal. I’ll bring them down to the John Green level in which they belong. That’s where everyone belongs when Streets Wilson is in town… You 2: Royce and Cage, have the audacity to even… get booked in the same match as Streets Wilson? Big mistake… I’ll smack you back down to the lower card where you belong. I’ll cripple your stupid little wannabe organization before it even gets started. Go ahead; try to get your little friends to interfere. I’ll just beat their asses senseless anyway. Probably after that, drive over to their childhood home, and kill their mothers too.
(just then, Wilson notices several police officers coming down the hallway)
Streets Wilson: OH SHIT
(Wilson is now somehow holding a brick of C4)
Streets Wilson: HA! YEAH!
(He plants the C4 on the ground and begins to run down the hallway at lightning speed. About 3o seconds later, just as the cops are passing through, the C4 detonates, causing all sorts of unnecessary panic and carnage at the children’s hospital. Streets Wilson ducks out the back door unnoticed and walks off into the distance uninterrupted)
