Post by Streets Wilson on Mar 28, 2009 17:19:54 GMT -4
(Streets Wilson is sitting down on a front stoop in his old neighborhood. A lit blunt is hanging from his mouth as he watches a rather pecucilar scene across the street. 2 men are moving a very large bed inside their house, but the door is way to small. One of the mans daughter is also being smashed into the wall as she foolishly tried to move through the door as they were moving the bed through it. As she is being smashed up against the wall, the father is heard)
Father: Just keep goin
(Streets Wilson looks on.)
Streets Wilson: HAHAHAHAHAHA
(he takes a deep hit off the blunt)
Streets Wilson: hahahahahahaha
(the girls head is smashed up against the side of the doorway)
Father: keep goin
Streets Wilson: HAHAAHAHA
(Wilson looks down at his watch)
Streets Wilson (Tossing the L): Oh shit I gotta go
Father: keep goin
Scene 2
(An empty ring is shown, the crowd eagerly awaiting the next match at another APW house show, when suddenly… Daytona 500 by Ghostface Killah begins to blast throughout the arena; the crowd immediately erupts into a frenzy. Te thought of Streets Wilson drawing out multiple different emotions for different people. Streets Wilson emerges from the Gorilla position and marches slightly “Vince McMahon style” down to the ring. He waltzes past the fainting women and screaming adolescents and snatches a microphone from an unknown man. Wilson calmly walks up the steel steps and moves right in to addressing the issues)
Streets Wilson: I’m damn sure not the only one who see’s the changes this company is about to go through. That’s why I’m here… After Michael “Mediocre” Lively loses to Level One, it will usher in some sort of “new era” in which talent outweighs… uhh…. Whatever the opposite of talent is… An era in which the likes of a man like Streets Wilson, who fought tooth and nail for months just to get his hands on the Xtreme Championship: will reign supreme.
(he seems to be getting ready to make a point now)
Streets Wilson: Gone are the days when the 2 people who you utterly destroyed in the ring a week earlier are both getting title shots for the same vacated championship, while said wrestler who is winning all the matches struggles on the undercard. Streets Wilson is sick of it… But Streets Wilson still… had to be a part of it. I’ve heard all the school-girl gossip… “Streets Wilson? He doesn’t have what it takes anymore” “Streets Wilson? He’s just desperately clinging to his former glory… the glory that ended about a month ago..” “ Streets Wilson? I thought he was gunned down in the streets of Los Angeles?” Well, maybe I was, but that doesn’t change the fact that in reality, I’m still Streets Wilson in his prime. I’ve still got all the tools needed to straight run over any worthless weirdo they put in front of me. See I bet “Link” was probably happy he had to fight Streets Wilson… Probably looked forward to it… then he saw me on the TV screen.
(he adjusts his fedora)
Streets Wilson: Then He remembered the trail of broken body’s and spirits I had left behind… him being one of them. Then he remembered that everybody that isn’t Streets Wilson, is laughable in comparison. Then he probably remembered that Streets Wilson has already defeated… the current world champion. Which begs the question what the hell is Streets Wilson even doing not in the main event? Well maybe its that Streets Wilson main events when he wants to main event.
(he raises his eyebrow up pompously)
Streets Wilson: Maybe Streets Wilson is so secure in his own legacy, that he doesn’t even really care if he’s a “main eventer” maybe Streets Wilson is a different kind of beast then you’re used to… I don’t need the money… I don’t need the publicity, I get plenty of both from selling that nose candy… Furthering the idea that not a one person in the APW knows who Streets Wilson is, or what he is about. I like to compete… I love that feeling I get when I grab an opponent by his throat, holding his life in my hands: the crowd in a frenzy heightened by the fact that nobody even thought Streets Wilson had it anymore… But I WILL be at Wrasslemania and I WILL be there to get down. Quite frankly I’m sick of running around the different cities, getting into different shenanigans, I’ll just stand here and lay it down for everyone watching. Everybody knows what the deal was, and yet some still want to talk shit about the streets.
(he seems to be thinking for a second)
Streets Wilson: See, They really did want to believe that Streets Wilson was retired. They want to believe that when I lost the tag titles I sunk into a slump, suffered a (beyond) embarrassing loss to Jason “nobody” Royce and retreated back to Stamford, never to be heard from again. See, I WANTED you to count me out. Isn’t it quite obvious by this point I thrive on the fact that nobody expects me to make it. Then you get inside the ring with me and start to have an epiphany, you flash back to the time you saw me choke the life out of Iggy “The Iguana”, capturing my first taste of gold in the APW. You flash back to the time shortly thereafter, where I was defeated by catching a whiff of Fyre Angels snatch juice, and you laugh. You flash back to the point that Streets Wilson and Rick Stevens stomped all over the then critically acclaimed team of Twister and Lively, and you get a sinking feeling in your stomach.
(Wilson is smiling rather widely now)
Streets Wilson: In the second before the bell rings you realize you’ve made a critical mistake… for some you’ve accepted a match with a bad bad man. For some unknown reason you decided to get into the ring with a Shaolin Master, the man from the streets: Streets Wilson, and you feel stupid.
Streets Wilson: Besides that shit anyway, I’m only facing “Link”, who as far I can piece together… suffers from a disease that shrinks your eyes down to little slits. Wow… how dehabiltating. How are you going to see my fist slamming into your weird face if you don’t open your damn eyes “Link”…
(half the audience is laughing histerically while the other half is clearly appalled.
Streets Wilson (backtracking): And you know, by all accounts my career may damn well should have been over at that point, but Streets Wilson decided not to allow it. Shortly after that match with Royce, as I walked the walk of shame back to the locker room, spectators watching the sad spectacle as I walked through the curtain: everyone certain this was the end of Streets Wilson’s career… But Streets Wilson just kept on walking, straight to Jeff’s office. And Streets Wilson said “Put me in Wrasslemania”
(he smiles)
Streets Wilson: Streets Wilson will NEVER stop doing… what he does. I will usher in this new wrestling era the same way I spent my whole damn life: beating someone’s ass. And in this new era wrestling talent will thrive in a manner that has never been seen before. But first… Link has been an insignificant bug in Streets Wilson’s world, and It is now time to squash him. Ever since he made the stupid mistake of “attacking me from behind” I’ve been beating him and his partners ass all over gods green earth… Its time to really finish it now though… One final battle. The streets will run red with the blood of my enemies… and it will be glorious.
(he unnecessarily slams the microphone down, causing it to explode into a hundred pieces. He looks down at the wreckage, and then quickly walks off into the back, leaving the audience slightly confused, but very excited)
Father: Just keep goin
(Streets Wilson looks on.)
Streets Wilson: HAHAHAHAHAHA
(he takes a deep hit off the blunt)
Streets Wilson: hahahahahahaha
(the girls head is smashed up against the side of the doorway)
Father: keep goin
Streets Wilson: HAHAAHAHA
(Wilson looks down at his watch)
Streets Wilson (Tossing the L): Oh shit I gotta go
Father: keep goin
Scene 2
(An empty ring is shown, the crowd eagerly awaiting the next match at another APW house show, when suddenly… Daytona 500 by Ghostface Killah begins to blast throughout the arena; the crowd immediately erupts into a frenzy. Te thought of Streets Wilson drawing out multiple different emotions for different people. Streets Wilson emerges from the Gorilla position and marches slightly “Vince McMahon style” down to the ring. He waltzes past the fainting women and screaming adolescents and snatches a microphone from an unknown man. Wilson calmly walks up the steel steps and moves right in to addressing the issues)
Streets Wilson: I’m damn sure not the only one who see’s the changes this company is about to go through. That’s why I’m here… After Michael “Mediocre” Lively loses to Level One, it will usher in some sort of “new era” in which talent outweighs… uhh…. Whatever the opposite of talent is… An era in which the likes of a man like Streets Wilson, who fought tooth and nail for months just to get his hands on the Xtreme Championship: will reign supreme.
(he seems to be getting ready to make a point now)
Streets Wilson: Gone are the days when the 2 people who you utterly destroyed in the ring a week earlier are both getting title shots for the same vacated championship, while said wrestler who is winning all the matches struggles on the undercard. Streets Wilson is sick of it… But Streets Wilson still… had to be a part of it. I’ve heard all the school-girl gossip… “Streets Wilson? He doesn’t have what it takes anymore” “Streets Wilson? He’s just desperately clinging to his former glory… the glory that ended about a month ago..” “ Streets Wilson? I thought he was gunned down in the streets of Los Angeles?” Well, maybe I was, but that doesn’t change the fact that in reality, I’m still Streets Wilson in his prime. I’ve still got all the tools needed to straight run over any worthless weirdo they put in front of me. See I bet “Link” was probably happy he had to fight Streets Wilson… Probably looked forward to it… then he saw me on the TV screen.
(he adjusts his fedora)
Streets Wilson: Then He remembered the trail of broken body’s and spirits I had left behind… him being one of them. Then he remembered that everybody that isn’t Streets Wilson, is laughable in comparison. Then he probably remembered that Streets Wilson has already defeated… the current world champion. Which begs the question what the hell is Streets Wilson even doing not in the main event? Well maybe its that Streets Wilson main events when he wants to main event.
(he raises his eyebrow up pompously)
Streets Wilson: Maybe Streets Wilson is so secure in his own legacy, that he doesn’t even really care if he’s a “main eventer” maybe Streets Wilson is a different kind of beast then you’re used to… I don’t need the money… I don’t need the publicity, I get plenty of both from selling that nose candy… Furthering the idea that not a one person in the APW knows who Streets Wilson is, or what he is about. I like to compete… I love that feeling I get when I grab an opponent by his throat, holding his life in my hands: the crowd in a frenzy heightened by the fact that nobody even thought Streets Wilson had it anymore… But I WILL be at Wrasslemania and I WILL be there to get down. Quite frankly I’m sick of running around the different cities, getting into different shenanigans, I’ll just stand here and lay it down for everyone watching. Everybody knows what the deal was, and yet some still want to talk shit about the streets.
(he seems to be thinking for a second)
Streets Wilson: See, They really did want to believe that Streets Wilson was retired. They want to believe that when I lost the tag titles I sunk into a slump, suffered a (beyond) embarrassing loss to Jason “nobody” Royce and retreated back to Stamford, never to be heard from again. See, I WANTED you to count me out. Isn’t it quite obvious by this point I thrive on the fact that nobody expects me to make it. Then you get inside the ring with me and start to have an epiphany, you flash back to the time you saw me choke the life out of Iggy “The Iguana”, capturing my first taste of gold in the APW. You flash back to the time shortly thereafter, where I was defeated by catching a whiff of Fyre Angels snatch juice, and you laugh. You flash back to the point that Streets Wilson and Rick Stevens stomped all over the then critically acclaimed team of Twister and Lively, and you get a sinking feeling in your stomach.
(Wilson is smiling rather widely now)
Streets Wilson: In the second before the bell rings you realize you’ve made a critical mistake… for some you’ve accepted a match with a bad bad man. For some unknown reason you decided to get into the ring with a Shaolin Master, the man from the streets: Streets Wilson, and you feel stupid.
Streets Wilson: Besides that shit anyway, I’m only facing “Link”, who as far I can piece together… suffers from a disease that shrinks your eyes down to little slits. Wow… how dehabiltating. How are you going to see my fist slamming into your weird face if you don’t open your damn eyes “Link”…
(half the audience is laughing histerically while the other half is clearly appalled.
Streets Wilson (backtracking): And you know, by all accounts my career may damn well should have been over at that point, but Streets Wilson decided not to allow it. Shortly after that match with Royce, as I walked the walk of shame back to the locker room, spectators watching the sad spectacle as I walked through the curtain: everyone certain this was the end of Streets Wilson’s career… But Streets Wilson just kept on walking, straight to Jeff’s office. And Streets Wilson said “Put me in Wrasslemania”
(he smiles)
Streets Wilson: Streets Wilson will NEVER stop doing… what he does. I will usher in this new wrestling era the same way I spent my whole damn life: beating someone’s ass. And in this new era wrestling talent will thrive in a manner that has never been seen before. But first… Link has been an insignificant bug in Streets Wilson’s world, and It is now time to squash him. Ever since he made the stupid mistake of “attacking me from behind” I’ve been beating him and his partners ass all over gods green earth… Its time to really finish it now though… One final battle. The streets will run red with the blood of my enemies… and it will be glorious.
(he unnecessarily slams the microphone down, causing it to explode into a hundred pieces. He looks down at the wreckage, and then quickly walks off into the back, leaving the audience slightly confused, but very excited)
