Post by Streets Wilson on May 31, 2009 2:13:44 GMT -4
(The scene opens up to Streets Wilson already in the middle of a promo being done in his own home, he often invites Phil over to his home in the projects of Stamford, Connecticut to cut promos, and this one starts no different… seemingly)
Streets Wilson: yeah, just remember who it is who should be feared around here Mr… Nunez. And don’t think I forgot about you- Max Carter. I’ll snap your neck before this thing is over… Remember this isn’t EWC or whatever… it’s the APW, and Streets Wilson runs shit here. Jeff runs shit here. So get it straight. IF you don’t, it’s another neck wrenching, spine compressing DDT for you… Because that’s what you do when someone disagrees with you, you hurt them. Remember that this is wrestling Max, and people are going to get hurt- the question is: how badly. The answer: very badly. You see Max, if it isn’t painfully obvious to you rejects who’s running the show at this point, it damn well will be come Mayhem. There will be no denying the situation when you’re both laid down like ceramic tile, and me and Jeff and standing tall with our hands raised in victory. Streets Wilsons arsenal is never-ending. There’s 36 different ways I could kill a man with a single strike. Quite frankly no one in this federation is even qualified to compete against me… its unsafe and its unfair, but I’ll deal with them anyway. I’ll deal with you because Jeff says to deal with you… and he’s the boss. And I know what you’re going to say … Jesse Nunez. Your thinking that Streets Wilson has “sold out”. That I’m at my lowest point now, taking orders from President Jeff. But here’s something you need to think about and realize: who’s really at a low point here? Is the guy who has aligned himself with the President?, guaranteeing himself employment and opportunities in the very near future. Or the guy who aligned himself with the … “GM”. Think about it real hard Jesse, because I would be on the winning either way… I’m Streets Wilson. I chose to right the wrongs and make sure that Jeff was well protected. Make sure he’s real healthy so everything goes smoothly when he’s closing the deal on my next title shot. Streets Wilson makes things happen, and does what he says he is going to do. Just check the record books, I said I would be Extreme Champion… I said I would be Tag Champion: I have been both. And now I’m saying: No harm will come to Jeff, because Streets Wilson takes care of business. As for the individuals I will be “coming for” after this match, that’s a whole different issue, for a whole different interview. Rest assured though that Streets Wilson never backs down. Streets Wilson, never gives in. Streets Wilson… Never stops and Streets Wilson: is coming straight for you. . Remember Jesse, STREETS WILSON IS ALIVE! SO ALIVE! So alive it hurts.
(he stares directly into the screen)
Streets Wilson: I’m so alive I wish I was dead.
(he smiles and slaps Phil five while yelling “WOOO”)
Streets Wilson: YEAH. I’m on fire in the streets… like back to the future, when the car left.
(He quickly spins around on one foot slapping Phil five once again on the rotation)
Streets Wilson: YEAH. I’m so-
Phil: We get it Streets, your becoming upbeat now… can we plea-
Streets Wilson: HOW DARE YOU INTERUPT?
Phil: I’m sorry I d-
Streets Wilson: YOUR DAMN RIGHT YOUR SORRY. You know, this was going to be a nice upbeat Streets Wilson promo, but now… now you’ve gone and pissed me off again, you’ve ruined it for everyone PHIL. GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY FACE
(a very sad looking Phil hands Wilson the mic and slowly walks away with a very sad look on his face)
Streets Wilson: … AND BRUSH YOUR TEETH…. (he begins to mumble a bit) Stupid ass young kids today… think I can’t keep up the with the young kids today? I’ll show you some “edgy” “borderline emo” promos… bitch
(Wilson waits to make sure Phil has left his home.)
Streets Wilson: just remember who is to be feared arou-
(Gunshots are heard from almost right outside the house)
Streets Wilson: … Phil?
(Streets begins to attempt to converse with someone off screen)
Streets Wilson (in a muffled voice): Yeah, get someone out there immediately…
(he turns back towards the screen)
Streets Wilson: um…
(He looks around, before continuing right where he left off)
Streets Wilson: And just so we can get this shit out of the way JESSE:
(He clears his throat)
Streets Wilson: I “CAN” see you.
(Streets seems to be gaining momentum)
Streets Wilson: listen Mr. “Frankie Munez” or whatever the hell your name is: this isn’t “Malcolm in The Middle”, it’s the APW, and in the APW we have wrestling matches, not “rap battles” or anything like that. Therefore, you stand no chance whatsoever against an actual athlete such as myself.
(There is a rather loud and … out of place creaking noise coming from outside, followed by a loud shrieking sound. A noise that wouldn’t be out of place in a very suspenseful horror movie. Streets Wilson continues as usual, he pulls out a shiny tin casing and pulls out one of several pre-rolled, cartoonishly large Bob Marleys. He lights it in a very relaxed fashion, inhaling as he puts away the case. As he exhales it seems as if he is sighing simultaneously)
Streets Wilson (looking rather odd holding a gigantic joint): Some people don’t even believe in Streets Wilson anymore.
(He lets the words sink in)
Streets Wilson: They use him as a fairy tale to scare their kids.
(Streets looks down for a second at the now gigantic cherry on the end of his Bob Marley.)
Streets Wilson: “Little Timmy, if you don’t eat your vegetables, Streets Wilson will show up in the middle of the night and stab you with a rusty screwdriver” …. They say. Yes by all accounts the masses have pretty much forgotten about Streets Wilson,… or more accurately… forgotten “who” Streets Wilson is.
Streets Wilson: I think we all know deep down that that’s a mistake. Sure, I’ve taken a job as the personal bodyguard of President Jeff, but does that make me less dangerous? Or more?
(He continues)
Streets Wilson: Yeah, maybe my performance hasn’t been “up to par” as of late, but who’s has? It’s laughable what they pass off as “Main event” talent lately. Apparently, if you just draw your point out as long and tediously as humanly possible, it translates into ratings or something…
Streets Wilson: Well whether they want to or not, they WILL notice what happens at this PPV. Yeah, Streets Wilson is a shadow of his former self… in the eyes of many… maybe. But… HE’S STILL BETTER THAN EVERY SINGLE OTHER PERSON ON THE ROSTER. Streets Wilson, whether one chooses to admit it or not, can still pull a victory on ANYBODY. Why the hell do you think Jeff chose me as his bodyguard… because that makes him UNTOUCHABLE. And while everyone else is desperately and pathetically clawing for their spot at the top or their latest title shot, Streets Wilson, like he always does, plays it cool. Streets Wilson waits for the time to strike… and then he strikes. Streets Wilson does not feel anger, sadness nor happiness. Streets Wilson only sees things as they are. But he feels the eternal pain of the streets, of the women, the children… of the men. It is this pain that keeps him going, that keeps him breathing. Without this pain… he does not exist. It’s easy for one to forget the horror and fear one would feel going up against Streets Wilson in his prime. It’s easy… until it starts to happen all over again. If I’ve told you people once, then I’ve told you a thousand times, STREETS WILSON WILL NOT GO AWAY. Streets Wilson thinks… that now… it is time once again
(Wilson is getting louder now)
Streets Wilson: For Streets Wilson to rise TO GREATNESS.
(the imposing figure rises from out of his chair, scanning the area in front of him)
Streets Wilson: Those who thought to cast the legacy aside… “You will pay”
(He shifts into another direction staring into Camera 2 now)
Streets Wilson: To those who thought to disregard the legacy entirely… “You will pay”
Streets Wilson: and to those who knew all along, but acted as if they didn’t… “You will pay”
Streets Wilson: Every fool who ran their mouth will have to now eat their words in a most embarrassing manner. Who first thought it a good idea to talk of Streets Wilson as if he was just another washed up old fool? I’ve heard the mutterings in the hallways. They look at me and they GRAVELY misinterpret what is going on here
(It is now raining violently; the sound of thousands of small little thuds can be heard as the windows are pattered by the raindrops)
(The front door swings open and violent and uncontrolled gusts of wind begin to blow all sorts of debris into the room)
(the night lights up with a thunderous lightning strike as Streets Wilson proclaims:
Streets Wilson: IT HAS BEGUN
(another random gust of wind closes the door once again.)
Streets Wilson: The resting period is over, woe be to Jesse Nunez, who shall be the first to fall in this: Yet another coming of the legendary Streets Wilson!
( Suddenly, the front door fly’s open and a ghastly old woman comes creeping in… slowly.)
Old Woman: The prophecy WILL come to pass… IT HAS BEGUN!!!!?!
(the old woman retreats to the darkness from which she came)
(Streets Wilson moonwalks out the front door after her while chanting the word “Suicide” over and over again as an unknown source causes the lights to blackout, and a random gust of wind causes the front door to close.)
Streets Wilson: yeah, just remember who it is who should be feared around here Mr… Nunez. And don’t think I forgot about you- Max Carter. I’ll snap your neck before this thing is over… Remember this isn’t EWC or whatever… it’s the APW, and Streets Wilson runs shit here. Jeff runs shit here. So get it straight. IF you don’t, it’s another neck wrenching, spine compressing DDT for you… Because that’s what you do when someone disagrees with you, you hurt them. Remember that this is wrestling Max, and people are going to get hurt- the question is: how badly. The answer: very badly. You see Max, if it isn’t painfully obvious to you rejects who’s running the show at this point, it damn well will be come Mayhem. There will be no denying the situation when you’re both laid down like ceramic tile, and me and Jeff and standing tall with our hands raised in victory. Streets Wilsons arsenal is never-ending. There’s 36 different ways I could kill a man with a single strike. Quite frankly no one in this federation is even qualified to compete against me… its unsafe and its unfair, but I’ll deal with them anyway. I’ll deal with you because Jeff says to deal with you… and he’s the boss. And I know what you’re going to say … Jesse Nunez. Your thinking that Streets Wilson has “sold out”. That I’m at my lowest point now, taking orders from President Jeff. But here’s something you need to think about and realize: who’s really at a low point here? Is the guy who has aligned himself with the President?, guaranteeing himself employment and opportunities in the very near future. Or the guy who aligned himself with the … “GM”. Think about it real hard Jesse, because I would be on the winning either way… I’m Streets Wilson. I chose to right the wrongs and make sure that Jeff was well protected. Make sure he’s real healthy so everything goes smoothly when he’s closing the deal on my next title shot. Streets Wilson makes things happen, and does what he says he is going to do. Just check the record books, I said I would be Extreme Champion… I said I would be Tag Champion: I have been both. And now I’m saying: No harm will come to Jeff, because Streets Wilson takes care of business. As for the individuals I will be “coming for” after this match, that’s a whole different issue, for a whole different interview. Rest assured though that Streets Wilson never backs down. Streets Wilson, never gives in. Streets Wilson… Never stops and Streets Wilson: is coming straight for you. . Remember Jesse, STREETS WILSON IS ALIVE! SO ALIVE! So alive it hurts.
(he stares directly into the screen)
Streets Wilson: I’m so alive I wish I was dead.
(he smiles and slaps Phil five while yelling “WOOO”)
Streets Wilson: YEAH. I’m on fire in the streets… like back to the future, when the car left.
(He quickly spins around on one foot slapping Phil five once again on the rotation)
Streets Wilson: YEAH. I’m so-
Phil: We get it Streets, your becoming upbeat now… can we plea-
Streets Wilson: HOW DARE YOU INTERUPT?
Phil: I’m sorry I d-
Streets Wilson: YOUR DAMN RIGHT YOUR SORRY. You know, this was going to be a nice upbeat Streets Wilson promo, but now… now you’ve gone and pissed me off again, you’ve ruined it for everyone PHIL. GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY FACE
(a very sad looking Phil hands Wilson the mic and slowly walks away with a very sad look on his face)
Streets Wilson: … AND BRUSH YOUR TEETH…. (he begins to mumble a bit) Stupid ass young kids today… think I can’t keep up the with the young kids today? I’ll show you some “edgy” “borderline emo” promos… bitch
(Wilson waits to make sure Phil has left his home.)
Streets Wilson: just remember who is to be feared arou-
(Gunshots are heard from almost right outside the house)
Streets Wilson: … Phil?
(Streets begins to attempt to converse with someone off screen)
Streets Wilson (in a muffled voice): Yeah, get someone out there immediately…
(he turns back towards the screen)
Streets Wilson: um…
(He looks around, before continuing right where he left off)
Streets Wilson: And just so we can get this shit out of the way JESSE:
(He clears his throat)
Streets Wilson: I “CAN” see you.
(Streets seems to be gaining momentum)
Streets Wilson: listen Mr. “Frankie Munez” or whatever the hell your name is: this isn’t “Malcolm in The Middle”, it’s the APW, and in the APW we have wrestling matches, not “rap battles” or anything like that. Therefore, you stand no chance whatsoever against an actual athlete such as myself.
(There is a rather loud and … out of place creaking noise coming from outside, followed by a loud shrieking sound. A noise that wouldn’t be out of place in a very suspenseful horror movie. Streets Wilson continues as usual, he pulls out a shiny tin casing and pulls out one of several pre-rolled, cartoonishly large Bob Marleys. He lights it in a very relaxed fashion, inhaling as he puts away the case. As he exhales it seems as if he is sighing simultaneously)
Streets Wilson (looking rather odd holding a gigantic joint): Some people don’t even believe in Streets Wilson anymore.
(He lets the words sink in)
Streets Wilson: They use him as a fairy tale to scare their kids.
(Streets looks down for a second at the now gigantic cherry on the end of his Bob Marley.)
Streets Wilson: “Little Timmy, if you don’t eat your vegetables, Streets Wilson will show up in the middle of the night and stab you with a rusty screwdriver” …. They say. Yes by all accounts the masses have pretty much forgotten about Streets Wilson,… or more accurately… forgotten “who” Streets Wilson is.
Streets Wilson: I think we all know deep down that that’s a mistake. Sure, I’ve taken a job as the personal bodyguard of President Jeff, but does that make me less dangerous? Or more?
(He continues)
Streets Wilson: Yeah, maybe my performance hasn’t been “up to par” as of late, but who’s has? It’s laughable what they pass off as “Main event” talent lately. Apparently, if you just draw your point out as long and tediously as humanly possible, it translates into ratings or something…
Streets Wilson: Well whether they want to or not, they WILL notice what happens at this PPV. Yeah, Streets Wilson is a shadow of his former self… in the eyes of many… maybe. But… HE’S STILL BETTER THAN EVERY SINGLE OTHER PERSON ON THE ROSTER. Streets Wilson, whether one chooses to admit it or not, can still pull a victory on ANYBODY. Why the hell do you think Jeff chose me as his bodyguard… because that makes him UNTOUCHABLE. And while everyone else is desperately and pathetically clawing for their spot at the top or their latest title shot, Streets Wilson, like he always does, plays it cool. Streets Wilson waits for the time to strike… and then he strikes. Streets Wilson does not feel anger, sadness nor happiness. Streets Wilson only sees things as they are. But he feels the eternal pain of the streets, of the women, the children… of the men. It is this pain that keeps him going, that keeps him breathing. Without this pain… he does not exist. It’s easy for one to forget the horror and fear one would feel going up against Streets Wilson in his prime. It’s easy… until it starts to happen all over again. If I’ve told you people once, then I’ve told you a thousand times, STREETS WILSON WILL NOT GO AWAY. Streets Wilson thinks… that now… it is time once again
(Wilson is getting louder now)
Streets Wilson: For Streets Wilson to rise TO GREATNESS.
(the imposing figure rises from out of his chair, scanning the area in front of him)
Streets Wilson: Those who thought to cast the legacy aside… “You will pay”
(He shifts into another direction staring into Camera 2 now)
Streets Wilson: To those who thought to disregard the legacy entirely… “You will pay”
Streets Wilson: and to those who knew all along, but acted as if they didn’t… “You will pay”
Streets Wilson: Every fool who ran their mouth will have to now eat their words in a most embarrassing manner. Who first thought it a good idea to talk of Streets Wilson as if he was just another washed up old fool? I’ve heard the mutterings in the hallways. They look at me and they GRAVELY misinterpret what is going on here
(It is now raining violently; the sound of thousands of small little thuds can be heard as the windows are pattered by the raindrops)
(The front door swings open and violent and uncontrolled gusts of wind begin to blow all sorts of debris into the room)
(the night lights up with a thunderous lightning strike as Streets Wilson proclaims:
Streets Wilson: IT HAS BEGUN
(another random gust of wind closes the door once again.)
Streets Wilson: The resting period is over, woe be to Jesse Nunez, who shall be the first to fall in this: Yet another coming of the legendary Streets Wilson!
( Suddenly, the front door fly’s open and a ghastly old woman comes creeping in… slowly.)
Old Woman: The prophecy WILL come to pass… IT HAS BEGUN!!!!?!
(the old woman retreats to the darkness from which she came)
(Streets Wilson moonwalks out the front door after her while chanting the word “Suicide” over and over again as an unknown source causes the lights to blackout, and a random gust of wind causes the front door to close.)
