Post by Streets Wilson on Jan 19, 2009 16:34:34 GMT -4
(The scene opens up to what seems to be some sort of event happening outside the Marriott Hotel. A large crowd of people has gathered outside: apparently some sort of celebrity is checking in. A ridiculously long limo slowly pulls up the hotel, and It becomes apparent that the celebrity is none other than current holder of the APW Tag Team Titles, and emperor of the streets: Streets Wilson. As usual the man is decadently draped in the most expensive clothing and jewelry as he steps out. Peculiar for the current situation, Wilson is sporting as usual a Judo Uniform, and from the chain around his neck dangles a rather extensively large silver replica of the Titanic. He pushes past the rabid crowd making his way towards the entrance of the hotel. As he swings the door to the hotel open, the receptionist sees him coming a mile away.)
Streets Wilson: HEY, I’m looking for my room I got promos to do and shit.
Receptionist: Ah yes, Mr. Wilson, your suite is ready for you
Streets Wilson: is it filled with vodka and hookers like I asked?
Receptionist: … of course sir...
(Streets smiles as he removes his sunglasses and places them inside his sleeve. He then pulls out some sort of ... device and begins to smoke out of it non-shalantly)
Receptionist: um sir… you can’t do that here…
Streets Wilson (with an angry look on his face): I can do whatever the hell I want ass-face… I’m Streets Wilson.
(The man behind the counter then begins to calmly ring a nearby bell while “snootishly” calling out the word “security”. Wilson: obviously angered by this walks up to the man, grabs him by the hair and begins to smash his face into the bell repeatedly)
Streets Wilson (mockingly): Security!
(he pauses, smashing the man’s face another time)
Streets Wilson: Security?
(Finally a lone security guard enters the scene. Streets Wilson seems very bored with the whole affair and, shockingly, begins to strike up a conversation with the man)
Streets Wilson: … Wait… we don’t really have to do this. I’m sure you don’t “really” even know this man
(He drops the unconscious body of the receptionist to the ground, causing a loud thud)
Streets Wilson: You’re just doing your job… I know
(The security guard seems to be buying into it)
Security: Well… yeah I don’t “actually” care about that guy anyway. Your Streets Wilson aren’t you?
Streets Wilson: yes I am. You know, I’m about to cut a scathing promo on my unworthy opponents up in my room. Why don’t you join me? We got shit all set up in there. You know, women, alcohol … a camera crew.
Security: Ah what the hell, fine.
(They proceed to the elevator)
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(As they step off the elevator, a cloud of thick smoke exits with them, and Streets and his new friend make their way over to their room. Streets swings the door open violently and they both step inside. Waiting inside already is Rick Stevens.)
Rick: YO
Streets Wilson: yeah, this is…
(he pauses)
Security guard: Bill
Streets Wilson: yeah this is Bill. I met him downstairs
Rick: … COOL
(Rick immediately passes a bottle of Cristale to Bill and his eyes light up)
Streets Wilson: So anyway let’s just get right down to it then…
(Streets motions for Bill to have a seat as he turns towards the camera screen)
Streets Wilson: Now, it is more apparent than ever, that Rick Stevens and Streets Wilson are
(he begins to point towards the ground aggressively)
Streets Wilson: RUNNIN THIS SHIT.
(He smiles)
Streets Wilson: Last week I ran over the laughable excuse for a team of “Pure Innovation”… Yeah, just what exactly are you innovating? The art of losing? You all must feel pretty damn pathetic to have formed your little faction, thinking you were somehow intimidating or even a threat, only for each and every one of you to be torn apart by Rick and myself huh? And as for you “BDC”… I know what kind of idiot you are. As the evidence clearly shows, you’re the type of little bitch who needs to plan attacks for weeks, attacks involving double crossings and testicle kicking’s. You need to do this because in reality you’re just a scared little girl. You’re scared of Streets Wilson. That’s why your little girl legs were shivering and shaking when I was daring you to step into the ring with me last week. You needed your pathetic little bitch boy to attack from behind so you could gather up the courage to even come within 50 feet of me. On a related note I would have seen that coming, except both Bale and you are so damn insignificant that I wasn’t even thinking clearly. I won’t be so vulnerable ever again. In fact, I DARE YOU to attack me again. But wait, I already know you won’t, because there’s no one to hit me from behind, no one to sneak up on me, so that won’t happen. Well then maybe I’ll just find you then… Maybe I’ll pay a little visit to your locker room. Whatever happens one thing is perfectly clear in this situation, Streets Wilson is the man. I SINGLE HANDEDLY destroyed the team of Royce and Cage with my unrivaled Judo skills, thus cementing my legacy as a tag team legend. Now, this week: I will once again be forced to dispose of you nothings… I’ll once again walk all over your stupid little team, further destroying your reputation and confidence in yourselves. But don’t worry, I’ll gladly beat your asses again this week, it’s what I do. Only now I won’t have some faggy excuse for a human being as my partner, I’ll have fellow Shaolin legend Rick “The Dick” Stevens in my corner. So now that my team is 7x more dangerous than before, but I already beat you both last week without a worthy partner then… do the math… your both screwed. See, a couple weeks I said “I want the tag team titles” so… now I have them. And I shall keep them. Me and Rick will usher in a new era of violence, entertainment, and class. We are the measuring sticks for any team or individual who wants to think of themselves as “good”. All of the previously favored superstars of the APW will be brushed aside to make room for the newest and most impressive entity the team of Streets Wilson and Rick “The Dick” Stevens… shit, it’s already begun. My boy Rick already mopped the floor with Trevor’s face… Wasn’t he supposed to be in the running for APW Champion? That’s embarrassing… I think maybe people need to recognize, and take that camera time off of the failed superstars of the past, and put it right on the stars of the future…
(he points towards Rick and himself.)
Streets Wilson: So Cage… Royce… I KNOW your already shitting your pants over the fact that your now going to have a REAL team. PSHH! Cage… keep popping random pills and whining about steroids… I quite frankly don’t give a shit if your CURRENTLY on steroids, it won’t help you in the slightest. No matter how hard you wish you were “2 mean motherf*ckers”… I have to tell you… just saying shit doesn’t at all make it true. What makes you think anyone even cares about you? Your biggest claim to fame is that you lost a match to Streets Wilson… And Max, don’t worry about a thing, you have not as Cage so incorrectly put it “made enemies in the wrong people” you seem to have made enemies in the right people, because they aren’t going to do JACK SHIT about it… These “Pure Innovation” punks seem to be living in some sort of fantasy world, where they actually matter. Well here’s a little bit of cold hard fact for you guys… YOU SUCK. Rick already destroyed the only member of your team that would even come close to being legitimate, and even that’s stretching it a bit. Last week, I showed you what happens when you come up against a REAL ATHLETE. So get the fuck out of fantasy land, you’ve never even done anything… YOUR NOT STREETS WILSON. I am. I’m the one doing all the shit that makes people say “damn, he’s the real deal” I’m the one winning championship after championship. I’m the one striking fear into the hearts of millions, and YOU’RE the ones everyone is blatantly laughing at because such a pathetic excuse for a faction has somehow not even realized how insignificant they really are. ITS SAD… I don’t’ know how it’s even possible to take such a tried and true method of career advancement such as forming a stable and screw it up as badly as you retards have. If anything all its done is highlighted the fact that every single one of you is worthless both collectively and individually… its like I can just go on all day hittin you with straight up facts such as this one: HEY ROYCE, remember what happened last week? I CHOKED YOU INTO UNCONSCIOUSNESS WITH EASE!
(He turns around and enthusiastically high fives Rick Stevens)
Streets Wilson: And another thing… YOU’RE UGLY
(They high five once again as Streets waves his hand towards the camera screen as if to say “forget you”)
(Suddenly, the door breaks down and several police officers rush inside. They see Wilson and point their guns towards him)
Cop: FREEEZE!
(Streets pops the top of his cristale and begins to drink it out of the bottle before they tackle him to the ground and throw the cuffs on him)
Cop: Your under arrest for the assault and battery of a civilian. You have the right to remain silent, anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney . If you cannot afford-
Streets Wilson: SHUT UP
(The cop is taken aback and stops talking. As they are taking Streets away in cuffs he turns towards the screen smiling)
Streets Wilson: And Cage, your precious girlfriend just might be “sleeping with the enemy”… ME!
Streets Wilson: NOW LEAN BACK
(Rick Stevens can be seen activating a nearby sound system and the song “Lean Back” by Fat Joe and Terror Squad can be heard blasting throughout the room, and Streets Wilson leans back one time for the camera before they rush him out of the building)
Streets Wilson: HEY, I’m looking for my room I got promos to do and shit.
Receptionist: Ah yes, Mr. Wilson, your suite is ready for you
Streets Wilson: is it filled with vodka and hookers like I asked?
Receptionist: … of course sir...
(Streets smiles as he removes his sunglasses and places them inside his sleeve. He then pulls out some sort of ... device and begins to smoke out of it non-shalantly)
Receptionist: um sir… you can’t do that here…
Streets Wilson (with an angry look on his face): I can do whatever the hell I want ass-face… I’m Streets Wilson.
(The man behind the counter then begins to calmly ring a nearby bell while “snootishly” calling out the word “security”. Wilson: obviously angered by this walks up to the man, grabs him by the hair and begins to smash his face into the bell repeatedly)
Streets Wilson (mockingly): Security!
(he pauses, smashing the man’s face another time)
Streets Wilson: Security?
(Finally a lone security guard enters the scene. Streets Wilson seems very bored with the whole affair and, shockingly, begins to strike up a conversation with the man)
Streets Wilson: … Wait… we don’t really have to do this. I’m sure you don’t “really” even know this man
(He drops the unconscious body of the receptionist to the ground, causing a loud thud)
Streets Wilson: You’re just doing your job… I know
(The security guard seems to be buying into it)
Security: Well… yeah I don’t “actually” care about that guy anyway. Your Streets Wilson aren’t you?
Streets Wilson: yes I am. You know, I’m about to cut a scathing promo on my unworthy opponents up in my room. Why don’t you join me? We got shit all set up in there. You know, women, alcohol … a camera crew.
Security: Ah what the hell, fine.
(They proceed to the elevator)
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(As they step off the elevator, a cloud of thick smoke exits with them, and Streets and his new friend make their way over to their room. Streets swings the door open violently and they both step inside. Waiting inside already is Rick Stevens.)
Rick: YO
Streets Wilson: yeah, this is…
(he pauses)
Security guard: Bill
Streets Wilson: yeah this is Bill. I met him downstairs
Rick: … COOL
(Rick immediately passes a bottle of Cristale to Bill and his eyes light up)
Streets Wilson: So anyway let’s just get right down to it then…
(Streets motions for Bill to have a seat as he turns towards the camera screen)
Streets Wilson: Now, it is more apparent than ever, that Rick Stevens and Streets Wilson are
(he begins to point towards the ground aggressively)
Streets Wilson: RUNNIN THIS SHIT.
(He smiles)
Streets Wilson: Last week I ran over the laughable excuse for a team of “Pure Innovation”… Yeah, just what exactly are you innovating? The art of losing? You all must feel pretty damn pathetic to have formed your little faction, thinking you were somehow intimidating or even a threat, only for each and every one of you to be torn apart by Rick and myself huh? And as for you “BDC”… I know what kind of idiot you are. As the evidence clearly shows, you’re the type of little bitch who needs to plan attacks for weeks, attacks involving double crossings and testicle kicking’s. You need to do this because in reality you’re just a scared little girl. You’re scared of Streets Wilson. That’s why your little girl legs were shivering and shaking when I was daring you to step into the ring with me last week. You needed your pathetic little bitch boy to attack from behind so you could gather up the courage to even come within 50 feet of me. On a related note I would have seen that coming, except both Bale and you are so damn insignificant that I wasn’t even thinking clearly. I won’t be so vulnerable ever again. In fact, I DARE YOU to attack me again. But wait, I already know you won’t, because there’s no one to hit me from behind, no one to sneak up on me, so that won’t happen. Well then maybe I’ll just find you then… Maybe I’ll pay a little visit to your locker room. Whatever happens one thing is perfectly clear in this situation, Streets Wilson is the man. I SINGLE HANDEDLY destroyed the team of Royce and Cage with my unrivaled Judo skills, thus cementing my legacy as a tag team legend. Now, this week: I will once again be forced to dispose of you nothings… I’ll once again walk all over your stupid little team, further destroying your reputation and confidence in yourselves. But don’t worry, I’ll gladly beat your asses again this week, it’s what I do. Only now I won’t have some faggy excuse for a human being as my partner, I’ll have fellow Shaolin legend Rick “The Dick” Stevens in my corner. So now that my team is 7x more dangerous than before, but I already beat you both last week without a worthy partner then… do the math… your both screwed. See, a couple weeks I said “I want the tag team titles” so… now I have them. And I shall keep them. Me and Rick will usher in a new era of violence, entertainment, and class. We are the measuring sticks for any team or individual who wants to think of themselves as “good”. All of the previously favored superstars of the APW will be brushed aside to make room for the newest and most impressive entity the team of Streets Wilson and Rick “The Dick” Stevens… shit, it’s already begun. My boy Rick already mopped the floor with Trevor’s face… Wasn’t he supposed to be in the running for APW Champion? That’s embarrassing… I think maybe people need to recognize, and take that camera time off of the failed superstars of the past, and put it right on the stars of the future…
(he points towards Rick and himself.)
Streets Wilson: So Cage… Royce… I KNOW your already shitting your pants over the fact that your now going to have a REAL team. PSHH! Cage… keep popping random pills and whining about steroids… I quite frankly don’t give a shit if your CURRENTLY on steroids, it won’t help you in the slightest. No matter how hard you wish you were “2 mean motherf*ckers”… I have to tell you… just saying shit doesn’t at all make it true. What makes you think anyone even cares about you? Your biggest claim to fame is that you lost a match to Streets Wilson… And Max, don’t worry about a thing, you have not as Cage so incorrectly put it “made enemies in the wrong people” you seem to have made enemies in the right people, because they aren’t going to do JACK SHIT about it… These “Pure Innovation” punks seem to be living in some sort of fantasy world, where they actually matter. Well here’s a little bit of cold hard fact for you guys… YOU SUCK. Rick already destroyed the only member of your team that would even come close to being legitimate, and even that’s stretching it a bit. Last week, I showed you what happens when you come up against a REAL ATHLETE. So get the fuck out of fantasy land, you’ve never even done anything… YOUR NOT STREETS WILSON. I am. I’m the one doing all the shit that makes people say “damn, he’s the real deal” I’m the one winning championship after championship. I’m the one striking fear into the hearts of millions, and YOU’RE the ones everyone is blatantly laughing at because such a pathetic excuse for a faction has somehow not even realized how insignificant they really are. ITS SAD… I don’t’ know how it’s even possible to take such a tried and true method of career advancement such as forming a stable and screw it up as badly as you retards have. If anything all its done is highlighted the fact that every single one of you is worthless both collectively and individually… its like I can just go on all day hittin you with straight up facts such as this one: HEY ROYCE, remember what happened last week? I CHOKED YOU INTO UNCONSCIOUSNESS WITH EASE!
(He turns around and enthusiastically high fives Rick Stevens)
Streets Wilson: And another thing… YOU’RE UGLY
(They high five once again as Streets waves his hand towards the camera screen as if to say “forget you”)
(Suddenly, the door breaks down and several police officers rush inside. They see Wilson and point their guns towards him)
Cop: FREEEZE!
(Streets pops the top of his cristale and begins to drink it out of the bottle before they tackle him to the ground and throw the cuffs on him)
Cop: Your under arrest for the assault and battery of a civilian. You have the right to remain silent, anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney . If you cannot afford-
Streets Wilson: SHUT UP
(The cop is taken aback and stops talking. As they are taking Streets away in cuffs he turns towards the screen smiling)
Streets Wilson: And Cage, your precious girlfriend just might be “sleeping with the enemy”… ME!
Streets Wilson: NOW LEAN BACK
(Rick Stevens can be seen activating a nearby sound system and the song “Lean Back” by Fat Joe and Terror Squad can be heard blasting throughout the room, and Streets Wilson leans back one time for the camera before they rush him out of the building)
