Post by Streets Wilson on Oct 11, 2010 11:39:47 GMT -4
“In these streets I still dwell… and these streets are still hell…. But Streets Wilson does well” – Streets Wilson
(the scene opens to Streets Wilson reclining in a chair. He is smoking a dank green substance out of a corncob pipe while wearing some sort of silver lined sparkling robe a la Rick Flair.)
Streets Wilson: How quickly one can forget something if they are not confronted with it regularly… how quickly all the APW moved on without Streets Wilson… it is to say the least: disappointing. But the APW will be confronted with the thought of Streets Wilson again. Streets Wilson is coming, and the fury of the streets is coming with him. Its been a long time since Streets Wilson did anything of notice… its been a long time since I’ve even stepped foot in a ring… let alone completely ripped somebody apart on a permanent injury level. Let alone stepped inside the squared circle like Streets Wilson used to do back in the day: sure of victory. Snappin bones like … cannolis and scones?
(Streets Wilson looks off camera at the producer or someone as if to ask if that made any sense)
Streets Wilson: Stepping into a ring with Streets Wilson, for those who don’t know, is stepping into the ring with danger itself. I can kill a man several different ways, and I don’t need a “steel chair” or anything to do it. You see folks, Streets Wilson prides himself on being a better man than his opponent. On the fact that my training is superior to theirs. On the fact that I am cooler then they are, and therefore more marketable in this business. I have been a top draw in several different countries… but somehow I always end up back HERE anyway… back in the streets. Its where I belong. The people know who I am. They know “WHAT” I am.
(Streets Wilson begins to laugh maniaclly as he takes many puffs from his pipe)
Streets Wilson: What is Streets Wilson?
(Wilson removes his pair of sunglasses that he is virtually eternally wearing and stares)
Streets Wilson: Streets Wilson is a hero… the mighty zero… a different kind of hero- less advertised but more of a nasty guy…
(the camera-man can barely be heard muttering)
Camera-Man (at almost a whisper): Is all this has been gonna do is recite gay poetry..?
Streets Wilson: And when-
(It becomes obvious that Streets Wilson heard the man because he grabs a nearby remote for his recliner and begins to very slowly bring the chair back into regular sitting position as he is holding the button)
Streets Wilson: Oh… I didn’t realize I was boring you…
(The camera man drops the camera in fear and it lands on the ground, still filming as Streets Wilson grabs the man and pulls him into frame)
Streets Wilson: CAUSE IF THIS SHIT IS TOO BORING WE CAN CERTAINLY LIVEN IT UP
(Wilson yells as he beil tosses the camera man into a brick wall… causing his body to sort of crumple against it in a weird manner. It leaves a huge bloodstain on the back wall)
Streets Wilson: Whatever… There’s no use trying to dress it up anymore I guess. Streets Wilson likes to hurt people… I like to enforce my will on them physically. Why else would I be in such a sick profession?
(just then there is a light knocking at the door and it swings open. A pizza delivery man is standing there holding out a pizza and a receipt. Streets Wilson begins to walk towards the door when seemingly out of nowhere the door continues to swing open smashing against the wall and quickly bouncing back crushing the pizza delivery persons fingers in the door.)
Streets Wilson: oh SHIT!
(Streets Wilsons eyes half bug out of his head as the door is closed all the way on the mans hand. The delivery boy’s face now no longer visible because of the door being in the way: Streets Wilson watches in horror as the mangled hand still visible on his side of the door twitches and drops the receipt. Blood curdling screams can be heard from the other side of the door as the man is likely trying to desperately to open to the door to free his trapped hand. Blood slowly but surely starts to drip from the mangled hand and is quickly forming a pool on the ground)
Streets Wilson (placing the money in between the mangled fingers of the hand): Well.. this should cover it
(he then turns the knob and opens up the door, freeing the pizza guys hand)
(Streets Wilson quickly snatches the pizza box from the ground as the man begins to clutch his hand in agony and fall slowly backwards. Streets grabs the pizza and slams the door in his face)
Streets Wilson (opening the box and taking a slice of pizza): Anyway,
(suddenly a toilet is heard flushing in the backround and Rick “The Dick” Stevens walks out of the bathroom)
Rick Stevens: … Streets are you even currently employed by the APW, what the shit are you doing?
Streets Wilson: Shut the fuck up Rick I’m filming my “comeback video”.
Rick Stevens: whatever…
(Rick Stevens walks into the kitchen mumbling something about a bloody fingernail on the carpet)
To be continued
(the scene opens to Streets Wilson reclining in a chair. He is smoking a dank green substance out of a corncob pipe while wearing some sort of silver lined sparkling robe a la Rick Flair.)
Streets Wilson: How quickly one can forget something if they are not confronted with it regularly… how quickly all the APW moved on without Streets Wilson… it is to say the least: disappointing. But the APW will be confronted with the thought of Streets Wilson again. Streets Wilson is coming, and the fury of the streets is coming with him. Its been a long time since Streets Wilson did anything of notice… its been a long time since I’ve even stepped foot in a ring… let alone completely ripped somebody apart on a permanent injury level. Let alone stepped inside the squared circle like Streets Wilson used to do back in the day: sure of victory. Snappin bones like … cannolis and scones?
(Streets Wilson looks off camera at the producer or someone as if to ask if that made any sense)
Streets Wilson: Stepping into a ring with Streets Wilson, for those who don’t know, is stepping into the ring with danger itself. I can kill a man several different ways, and I don’t need a “steel chair” or anything to do it. You see folks, Streets Wilson prides himself on being a better man than his opponent. On the fact that my training is superior to theirs. On the fact that I am cooler then they are, and therefore more marketable in this business. I have been a top draw in several different countries… but somehow I always end up back HERE anyway… back in the streets. Its where I belong. The people know who I am. They know “WHAT” I am.
(Streets Wilson begins to laugh maniaclly as he takes many puffs from his pipe)
Streets Wilson: What is Streets Wilson?
(Wilson removes his pair of sunglasses that he is virtually eternally wearing and stares)
Streets Wilson: Streets Wilson is a hero… the mighty zero… a different kind of hero- less advertised but more of a nasty guy…
(the camera-man can barely be heard muttering)
Camera-Man (at almost a whisper): Is all this has been gonna do is recite gay poetry..?
Streets Wilson: And when-
(It becomes obvious that Streets Wilson heard the man because he grabs a nearby remote for his recliner and begins to very slowly bring the chair back into regular sitting position as he is holding the button)
Streets Wilson: Oh… I didn’t realize I was boring you…
(The camera man drops the camera in fear and it lands on the ground, still filming as Streets Wilson grabs the man and pulls him into frame)
Streets Wilson: CAUSE IF THIS SHIT IS TOO BORING WE CAN CERTAINLY LIVEN IT UP
(Wilson yells as he beil tosses the camera man into a brick wall… causing his body to sort of crumple against it in a weird manner. It leaves a huge bloodstain on the back wall)
Streets Wilson: Whatever… There’s no use trying to dress it up anymore I guess. Streets Wilson likes to hurt people… I like to enforce my will on them physically. Why else would I be in such a sick profession?
(just then there is a light knocking at the door and it swings open. A pizza delivery man is standing there holding out a pizza and a receipt. Streets Wilson begins to walk towards the door when seemingly out of nowhere the door continues to swing open smashing against the wall and quickly bouncing back crushing the pizza delivery persons fingers in the door.)
Streets Wilson: oh SHIT!
(Streets Wilsons eyes half bug out of his head as the door is closed all the way on the mans hand. The delivery boy’s face now no longer visible because of the door being in the way: Streets Wilson watches in horror as the mangled hand still visible on his side of the door twitches and drops the receipt. Blood curdling screams can be heard from the other side of the door as the man is likely trying to desperately to open to the door to free his trapped hand. Blood slowly but surely starts to drip from the mangled hand and is quickly forming a pool on the ground)
Streets Wilson (placing the money in between the mangled fingers of the hand): Well.. this should cover it
(he then turns the knob and opens up the door, freeing the pizza guys hand)
(Streets Wilson quickly snatches the pizza box from the ground as the man begins to clutch his hand in agony and fall slowly backwards. Streets grabs the pizza and slams the door in his face)
Streets Wilson (opening the box and taking a slice of pizza): Anyway,
(suddenly a toilet is heard flushing in the backround and Rick “The Dick” Stevens walks out of the bathroom)
Rick Stevens: … Streets are you even currently employed by the APW, what the shit are you doing?
Streets Wilson: Shut the fuck up Rick I’m filming my “comeback video”.
Rick Stevens: whatever…
(Rick Stevens walks into the kitchen mumbling something about a bloody fingernail on the carpet)
To be continued