Post by Streets Wilson on Feb 3, 2009 18:24:01 GMT -4
(The man known as Streets Wilson can be seen standing in front of a hot dog stand. He is handing the vendor some money as he grabs a hot dog)
Streets Wilson: Word…
(He begins to eat the hot dog)
Streets Wilson: Yeah, I don’t even have to prepare for this upcoming match, it’s just against Trevor “Failed faction” Blackwell… and that random bitch… I mean seriously, where do these hoe’s keep coming from? Is there a skank factory I’m not aware of or something?
(He takes a bite of the hot dog)
Streets Wilson: this is PROFFESIONAL WRESTLING… not the local whore-house. I came here to snap necks and take names. And that’s what I am going to do, whether my opponent’s are way out of there league or not, it doesn’t change the outcome. Streets Wilson… Rick Stevens: We stomp all over anyone they put in front of us. No doubt-
(Suddenly Wilson’s cell phone can be heard ringing.)
(he answers it)
Streets Wilson: Hello?
(the other voice can be heard eminating from the phone)
Other Voice: YEAH, THIS IS PAUL FEDEROLI, I HEARD YOU WAS LEZZ’IN OUT WITH MY GIRL
(Wilson gets a very confused look on his face as he hangs up the phone)
Streets Wilson: … Well… bottom line is, I’m sick of the competition around this “APW” or rather, the lack thereof. It shouldn’t really have been this easy to totally destroy the tag team division. To the point they have us fighting women and has-beens. Streets Wilson will continue to do what he does… Win. But quite frankly, even that isn’t very satisfying at this point. I DARE anyone who thinks themselves man enough to STEP UP and challenge the Tag Champs…… DO IT.
Streets Wilson: And don’t even get me started on the way shit is booked…
(he frowns)
Streets Wilson: oh yeah, I see how it goes down “around here”… Streets Wilson can come in, beat the shit out of anyone they put in front of me, including Michael Lively… but who gets a shot at the titles? Michael “Streets Wilson beat my ass” Lively and Trevor… “I just got my ass beat too” Blackwell… Meanwhile: me and my partner Rick, having just beaten both their asses respectively; had to fight in a “Survive and Conquer” match?
(he stands there chewing hot dog)
Streets Wilson: Why? I done already both survived and conquered… I suppose this is just another example of pure greatness such as myself getting looked over… But Streets Wilson fans need not worry, never mind the fact that I have already destroyed everyone there is to destroy… Just mind the fact that I AM Streets Wilson. I AM the most dangerous man to ever compete. I AM the one who always pulls it off in a spot. I AM the one who you always underestimate. I AM STREETS WILSON. I AM one of the “CURRENT” Tag team champions. I have proved time and time again that no matter the circumstances, you can NEVER count the streets out of the situation. What I bring to the table in ANY match is unpredictability. You just don’t know what Streets Wilson is going to do. Is he going to use his Shaolin training and give you the Phoenix Eye Fist? Or is he going to take it back to the streets and break a baseball bat over your forehead? Either way… I’m beginning to wonder if ANYONE can even provide half of a challenge…
(Streets tosses the napkin from his hot dog and walks off.
Streets Wilson: Word…
(He begins to eat the hot dog)
Streets Wilson: Yeah, I don’t even have to prepare for this upcoming match, it’s just against Trevor “Failed faction” Blackwell… and that random bitch… I mean seriously, where do these hoe’s keep coming from? Is there a skank factory I’m not aware of or something?
(He takes a bite of the hot dog)
Streets Wilson: this is PROFFESIONAL WRESTLING… not the local whore-house. I came here to snap necks and take names. And that’s what I am going to do, whether my opponent’s are way out of there league or not, it doesn’t change the outcome. Streets Wilson… Rick Stevens: We stomp all over anyone they put in front of us. No doubt-
(Suddenly Wilson’s cell phone can be heard ringing.)
(he answers it)
Streets Wilson: Hello?
(the other voice can be heard eminating from the phone)
Other Voice: YEAH, THIS IS PAUL FEDEROLI, I HEARD YOU WAS LEZZ’IN OUT WITH MY GIRL
(Wilson gets a very confused look on his face as he hangs up the phone)
Streets Wilson: … Well… bottom line is, I’m sick of the competition around this “APW” or rather, the lack thereof. It shouldn’t really have been this easy to totally destroy the tag team division. To the point they have us fighting women and has-beens. Streets Wilson will continue to do what he does… Win. But quite frankly, even that isn’t very satisfying at this point. I DARE anyone who thinks themselves man enough to STEP UP and challenge the Tag Champs…… DO IT.
Streets Wilson: And don’t even get me started on the way shit is booked…
(he frowns)
Streets Wilson: oh yeah, I see how it goes down “around here”… Streets Wilson can come in, beat the shit out of anyone they put in front of me, including Michael Lively… but who gets a shot at the titles? Michael “Streets Wilson beat my ass” Lively and Trevor… “I just got my ass beat too” Blackwell… Meanwhile: me and my partner Rick, having just beaten both their asses respectively; had to fight in a “Survive and Conquer” match?
(he stands there chewing hot dog)
Streets Wilson: Why? I done already both survived and conquered… I suppose this is just another example of pure greatness such as myself getting looked over… But Streets Wilson fans need not worry, never mind the fact that I have already destroyed everyone there is to destroy… Just mind the fact that I AM Streets Wilson. I AM the most dangerous man to ever compete. I AM the one who always pulls it off in a spot. I AM the one who you always underestimate. I AM STREETS WILSON. I AM one of the “CURRENT” Tag team champions. I have proved time and time again that no matter the circumstances, you can NEVER count the streets out of the situation. What I bring to the table in ANY match is unpredictability. You just don’t know what Streets Wilson is going to do. Is he going to use his Shaolin training and give you the Phoenix Eye Fist? Or is he going to take it back to the streets and break a baseball bat over your forehead? Either way… I’m beginning to wonder if ANYONE can even provide half of a challenge…
(Streets tosses the napkin from his hot dog and walks off.
