It all Begins again.......DiStoners Corner Blog
Feb 20, 2014 11:20:21 GMT -5
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Post by dandistoner420 on Feb 20, 2014 11:20:21 GMT -5
Chicks and dicks....Dudes and Prudes its Dan DiStoner coming to you live on my old blogspot, beginning to shoot My DiStoners corner blog once again. So like it life. It all begins again.
Since I decided to turn my back on my so- called friends from the NWA I have recieved alot of harsh criticism from my peers. Right now since I decided to turn my back on the people who I knew I could call my allies. Everyone has stayed away from me in the locker room. The NWA guys, the WCF guys. In a manner of speaking I feel like a Lone Wolf in the locker room area.
But that all changes this Sunday when like I said earlier it all begins again. At Timebomb an old rivalry begins again. You see it was the resident Outlaw Matt Robinson who answered my open challenge to any of those NWA jerkoffs. And it was his gay buddy Joey Nitro, that pile of D.O.O who left NWA on the brink of extinction when he hightailed it out of town with a duffelbag of DiStoners Finest. Not to mention the man who I personally blame for the three bullets that were pumped into me last year.
I blame Nitro because he allowed a career criminal like Nick Ambrose back in the doors there. I blame Matt Robinson, the former cop who I asked to have Ambrose investigated. I'm telling you ladies and gentleman. You want to know what fuels my hatred of NWA at this moment. Is the fact that these people who were my so called friends. They didn't do a thing to stop Nick Ambrose.
I find it funny some nights as I sat at home, waiting for this moment to come-back to WCF. It wasn't because I was hurt from my debut match here. But one of the bullets was still lodged in my shoulder and I had to have it removed and then take the time to rehab my body.
But even then none of those people called to check up on me, while I was out of action.
And in one way I kinda of felt bad. You see I remember the night I was shot. We already knew I was going to survive during the ambulance ride. But everyone in NWA thought I was dead. Yea it was a ruse to make Ambrose think he got what he wanted, me dead. I couldn't even tell my best friend Chino that I was alive. But I went down and laid in the morgue in locker 420 of course. I knew that the only way I would be able to get a confession out of Chelsea, that things did happen between us, after she had already married Seifer. And you know whats funny. I got that confession. Taped it too. Hell I think I'll just play it for the world to hear.
DiStoner pullds a tape recorder out and hits the play button.
Chelsea: Oh if only you could hear me, how many times have you wanted these hands running down your bare body...I guess since you're gone I should admit the times we had...but why should I admit something to someone who doesn't even exist anymore? I told you before your time was done...I guess someone else agreed with me.
I can't help but think back to being in the backstage area as I heard those shots...as soon as they sounded I knew something wasn't right. Seifer ran out first to see what was going on, he'd tried to hold me back...to keep my eyes from seeing the sight but I couldn't help myself. I had to know who had been taken from us...the sights of watching him falling to the floor as they tried everything they could...his last breath still echoes in my mind as I take another deep breath trying to keep my composure as I keep my eyes on him.
Chelsea: I'm waiting for the questions to start you know, I’ve heard they're already calling people in to the station to give their account of what happen and see if anyone knows who did it...I can't help but feel as I walk back into those halls the rumors will have already started. With how we've been fighting lately...with Trisha...will people really believe I was the one who did this? No matter how much I disliked you, I would have given you warning if I was the one to do this...it's no secret I’m not above this kind of torture, but I always make sure my victims know who did it to them and I make sure to give them plenty of time to think it over first. You know I didn't do this Dan, but do they? I must try to keep myself restraint as I know words are bound to be said backstage, but you know what? I don't think I’ll have enough room in my head to hold onto their words for very long, with everything going on...I’m a mess and now when I walk backstage, it's never going to be the same is it? I'm never going to have your smartass comments thrown my way, or the occasional smack on the ass to show me your cocky self is there...in a way, I’m going to miss that...I’m going to miss you, all of you.
My eyes wander down the sheet as my eyes can't help but focus on the section ending just before it moves down to his thighs, another laugh leaves my lips as I look at his pale face as if I’m watching him sleep...for a moment it's as if I can actually see his chest rise and fall gently with the slow breaths I know can't be coming from his blue lips.
Chelsea: I promise this won't be our last conversation before they take you away, I might as well cherish our last few special moments huh? Do me one favor Dan, if you're looking down at me right now....or up at me for that matter, let me know...can you do that?
Closing my eyes I wait listening closely as I allow myself to take back over just listening to the quietness of the room, suddenly I feel a cool breeze run against my neck causing chills to fall down my body as I swear I can feel a warm hand smacking my ass causing me to laugh as I open my eyes showing a single tear running down my cheek. I smirk as I lean over placing a kiss on his cold lips leaving them a soft red from my lipstick as I pull the sheet up in silence before pushing the table back into the cold hole and closing the door leaving me alone within the room before I smile walking toward the double doors as I push through and out into the hallway heading back on my way to the hotel.
DiStoner clicks off the recorder.
See what I mean, in her own words Chelsea admitted to what was there after she was married to her husband. Sure it wasn't the most honest way of getting a confession out of her, it was cold as hell in that room. Damn near froze my balls off in the process. But the fact of the matter is whatever any of these so called NWA heros doesn't add up to a hill of beans in my eyes. To me they will lie to your face up untill the bitter end. Chelsea proved it to me, and ya know what Chels.......why do you think you felt my hand smacking your ass. Its because I was. I was trying to actually let you know. I was "dead" but I defanitly wasn't dead yet. Besides that is one fine ass anyways.
Now back to other things. Matt Robinson. Timebomb. Like I said it all begins again. You bragged how you and Stacy electrocuted my testicles. Well Matt, this Sunday night after I beat you within an inch of your life, I'll tell you what. I'm gonna cuff your crazy ass to the ringropes, and your slut of a wife Stacy, well I may just make her kiss them and make them feel better. How does that sound Matt.......does it anger you that I know what makes you tick. What buttons to push to drag your inner beast out. C'mon Matt I want that Outlaw to come out in you this Sunday. Because all of my career I have been a ticking timebomb. And this Sunday Night I am going to explode. So I am going to leave you with just one last thought Matthew. I have already proven tonight what a liar Chelsea is. Do you really think that wife of yours is as much of an Angel that you think she is. Find out and see this Sunday.
Thats all for today ladies and gentleman.
DiStoner flips the camera off and then the camera fades to black as he shuts the power down.
(OOC: Thank you to Tiff/Chelsea for allowing me to use an excerpt from an old rp to add into this piece)
Since I decided to turn my back on my so- called friends from the NWA I have recieved alot of harsh criticism from my peers. Right now since I decided to turn my back on the people who I knew I could call my allies. Everyone has stayed away from me in the locker room. The NWA guys, the WCF guys. In a manner of speaking I feel like a Lone Wolf in the locker room area.
But that all changes this Sunday when like I said earlier it all begins again. At Timebomb an old rivalry begins again. You see it was the resident Outlaw Matt Robinson who answered my open challenge to any of those NWA jerkoffs. And it was his gay buddy Joey Nitro, that pile of D.O.O who left NWA on the brink of extinction when he hightailed it out of town with a duffelbag of DiStoners Finest. Not to mention the man who I personally blame for the three bullets that were pumped into me last year.
I blame Nitro because he allowed a career criminal like Nick Ambrose back in the doors there. I blame Matt Robinson, the former cop who I asked to have Ambrose investigated. I'm telling you ladies and gentleman. You want to know what fuels my hatred of NWA at this moment. Is the fact that these people who were my so called friends. They didn't do a thing to stop Nick Ambrose.
I find it funny some nights as I sat at home, waiting for this moment to come-back to WCF. It wasn't because I was hurt from my debut match here. But one of the bullets was still lodged in my shoulder and I had to have it removed and then take the time to rehab my body.
But even then none of those people called to check up on me, while I was out of action.
And in one way I kinda of felt bad. You see I remember the night I was shot. We already knew I was going to survive during the ambulance ride. But everyone in NWA thought I was dead. Yea it was a ruse to make Ambrose think he got what he wanted, me dead. I couldn't even tell my best friend Chino that I was alive. But I went down and laid in the morgue in locker 420 of course. I knew that the only way I would be able to get a confession out of Chelsea, that things did happen between us, after she had already married Seifer. And you know whats funny. I got that confession. Taped it too. Hell I think I'll just play it for the world to hear.
DiStoner pullds a tape recorder out and hits the play button.
Chelsea: Oh if only you could hear me, how many times have you wanted these hands running down your bare body...I guess since you're gone I should admit the times we had...but why should I admit something to someone who doesn't even exist anymore? I told you before your time was done...I guess someone else agreed with me.
I can't help but think back to being in the backstage area as I heard those shots...as soon as they sounded I knew something wasn't right. Seifer ran out first to see what was going on, he'd tried to hold me back...to keep my eyes from seeing the sight but I couldn't help myself. I had to know who had been taken from us...the sights of watching him falling to the floor as they tried everything they could...his last breath still echoes in my mind as I take another deep breath trying to keep my composure as I keep my eyes on him.
Chelsea: I'm waiting for the questions to start you know, I’ve heard they're already calling people in to the station to give their account of what happen and see if anyone knows who did it...I can't help but feel as I walk back into those halls the rumors will have already started. With how we've been fighting lately...with Trisha...will people really believe I was the one who did this? No matter how much I disliked you, I would have given you warning if I was the one to do this...it's no secret I’m not above this kind of torture, but I always make sure my victims know who did it to them and I make sure to give them plenty of time to think it over first. You know I didn't do this Dan, but do they? I must try to keep myself restraint as I know words are bound to be said backstage, but you know what? I don't think I’ll have enough room in my head to hold onto their words for very long, with everything going on...I’m a mess and now when I walk backstage, it's never going to be the same is it? I'm never going to have your smartass comments thrown my way, or the occasional smack on the ass to show me your cocky self is there...in a way, I’m going to miss that...I’m going to miss you, all of you.
My eyes wander down the sheet as my eyes can't help but focus on the section ending just before it moves down to his thighs, another laugh leaves my lips as I look at his pale face as if I’m watching him sleep...for a moment it's as if I can actually see his chest rise and fall gently with the slow breaths I know can't be coming from his blue lips.
Chelsea: I promise this won't be our last conversation before they take you away, I might as well cherish our last few special moments huh? Do me one favor Dan, if you're looking down at me right now....or up at me for that matter, let me know...can you do that?
Closing my eyes I wait listening closely as I allow myself to take back over just listening to the quietness of the room, suddenly I feel a cool breeze run against my neck causing chills to fall down my body as I swear I can feel a warm hand smacking my ass causing me to laugh as I open my eyes showing a single tear running down my cheek. I smirk as I lean over placing a kiss on his cold lips leaving them a soft red from my lipstick as I pull the sheet up in silence before pushing the table back into the cold hole and closing the door leaving me alone within the room before I smile walking toward the double doors as I push through and out into the hallway heading back on my way to the hotel.
DiStoner clicks off the recorder.
See what I mean, in her own words Chelsea admitted to what was there after she was married to her husband. Sure it wasn't the most honest way of getting a confession out of her, it was cold as hell in that room. Damn near froze my balls off in the process. But the fact of the matter is whatever any of these so called NWA heros doesn't add up to a hill of beans in my eyes. To me they will lie to your face up untill the bitter end. Chelsea proved it to me, and ya know what Chels.......why do you think you felt my hand smacking your ass. Its because I was. I was trying to actually let you know. I was "dead" but I defanitly wasn't dead yet. Besides that is one fine ass anyways.
Now back to other things. Matt Robinson. Timebomb. Like I said it all begins again. You bragged how you and Stacy electrocuted my testicles. Well Matt, this Sunday night after I beat you within an inch of your life, I'll tell you what. I'm gonna cuff your crazy ass to the ringropes, and your slut of a wife Stacy, well I may just make her kiss them and make them feel better. How does that sound Matt.......does it anger you that I know what makes you tick. What buttons to push to drag your inner beast out. C'mon Matt I want that Outlaw to come out in you this Sunday. Because all of my career I have been a ticking timebomb. And this Sunday Night I am going to explode. So I am going to leave you with just one last thought Matthew. I have already proven tonight what a liar Chelsea is. Do you really think that wife of yours is as much of an Angel that you think she is. Find out and see this Sunday.
Thats all for today ladies and gentleman.
DiStoner flips the camera off and then the camera fades to black as he shuts the power down.
(OOC: Thank you to Tiff/Chelsea for allowing me to use an excerpt from an old rp to add into this piece)
