Post by Deleted on Feb 20, 2014 14:15:36 GMT -5
OFF CAMERA
The scene opens as I am sat here at a local bar in Dallas, Texas dressed in a silver neck chain, the latest black short sleeved ‘Outlaw’ T-shirt, a pair of silver wrist chains, a black leather jacket, a pair of dark blue jeans with chains hanging down either side, and a pair of black boots.
Robinson: Hey barkeep, gimme a bottle of bourbon and a shot glass…
The barkeeper nods and grabs a bottle of Wild Turkey 101 and a shot glass and places it in front of me. He begins to clean a few pint glasses as I pour out a shot and knock it back before pouring another.
Barkeeper: Having a rough time there pal?
I smirk as I knock back a second shot and pour out a third.
Robinson: Not really, recently got back into the ring after injury and have my first match back this Sunday…
Barkeeper: The ring eh? What do you do? Boxing? UFC?
I take another shot and shake my head.
Robinson: Nah, wrestling…
I pour another shot and knock it back as I feel a presence behind me. I turn around and about five thugs are standing there.
Robinson: Can I help you?
Thug 1: You’re in our bar; we don’t like outsiders coming in here…
Robinson: Get the fuck out of my face and let me enjoy my drink…
I turn back and pour another shot, knocking it back before one of the thugs puts his hand on my shoulder.
Robinson: If I were you, I’d remove your hand from my shoulder before I knock your fucking head off…
Thug 2: What’s one wrestler going to do to five guys like us?
The group of thugs laugh amongst one another before I suddenly grab the guy’s arm, twist it around his back and slam his head onto the bar.
Robinson: I said…leave me the fuck alone and let me enjoy my fucking drink!
Thug 2: Easy man, okay…
I let go of the thug and all five of them quickly leave as I turn back to the bar.
Barkeeper: Nice to have somebody step up to those guys, been nothing but trouble since they decided to make this place ‘their bar’…
Robinson: Yeah well, they’re just a bunch of assholes…maybe they’ll not bother coming back here anymore, just in case they bump into me again…
Barkeeper: Let’s hope that’s the case…
I smirk and nod before pouring one final shot of the bourbon and pouring it into the shot glass and knocking it back. I then get to my feet and drop some money onto the bar.
Robinson: Thanks for the drink…keep the change…
The barkeeper collects the money and nods before I leave the bar as the scene fades.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
ON CAMERA
The scene re-opens as I am walking down the streets of Dallas, Texas smoking a cigarette.
Robinson: DiStoner, you really are full of shit aren’t you…what’s all this crap about you supposedly coming to me about finding who the fuck shot you? I left NWA before any of that shit happened and I didn’t even know it fucking happened until recently. You never approached me about anything…
I take another drag of my cigarette.
Robinson: Say all you want about Nitro and Chelsea, I don’t give a fuck about either of them. Nitro’s just some co-operate suck up who doesn’t know his arse from his fucking elbow…and Chelsea…well Chelsea’s been dead to me ever since she decided to throw her friendships with my wife and I out of the fucking window, to make new friendships with those bastards in S-PAC.
I smirk and stroke my beard before taking another drag of my cigarette.
Robinson: You say that on Sunday at Timebomb, it all begins again, the rivalry between Dan DiStoner and Matthew Robinson. You Dan, you haven’t changed a bit, you’re still the arrogant, cocky, stoned illiterate failure who could only ever hold the World title for just a week, maybe two. Me however, I have changed, I’ve got a much more aggressive attitude, I don’t give a damn about you or anyone else in this business! I’m back in the WCF to kick ass, take names and make every son of a bitch in this company famous!
I chuckle slightly, taking another drag of my cigarette.
Robinson: You think electrocuting your balls is bad? Well Dan, once I’m finished with you at Timebomb on Sunday, electrocuting your balls will seem like a just a fucking scratch! I’m going to make you suffer more pain than you could ever imagine! Say what you want about NWA, I don’t give a fuck! Say what you want about Stacy, because she doesn’t need me to fight her battles for her anymore, she’ll kick your ass no problem! You say you’re a ticking time bomb and you’re ready to explode on Sunday? Well I’m a fucking atomic bomb and I’ve already exploded…and I’m going to take you the fuck out on Sunday! DiStoner, are you ready for The Outlaw?
I then finish my cigarette and drop it onto the floor before stubbing it out with my foot as I walk off camera chuckling as the scene fades.
The scene opens as I am sat here at a local bar in Dallas, Texas dressed in a silver neck chain, the latest black short sleeved ‘Outlaw’ T-shirt, a pair of silver wrist chains, a black leather jacket, a pair of dark blue jeans with chains hanging down either side, and a pair of black boots.
Robinson: Hey barkeep, gimme a bottle of bourbon and a shot glass…
The barkeeper nods and grabs a bottle of Wild Turkey 101 and a shot glass and places it in front of me. He begins to clean a few pint glasses as I pour out a shot and knock it back before pouring another.
Barkeeper: Having a rough time there pal?
I smirk as I knock back a second shot and pour out a third.
Robinson: Not really, recently got back into the ring after injury and have my first match back this Sunday…
Barkeeper: The ring eh? What do you do? Boxing? UFC?
I take another shot and shake my head.
Robinson: Nah, wrestling…
I pour another shot and knock it back as I feel a presence behind me. I turn around and about five thugs are standing there.
Robinson: Can I help you?
Thug 1: You’re in our bar; we don’t like outsiders coming in here…
Robinson: Get the fuck out of my face and let me enjoy my drink…
I turn back and pour another shot, knocking it back before one of the thugs puts his hand on my shoulder.
Robinson: If I were you, I’d remove your hand from my shoulder before I knock your fucking head off…
Thug 2: What’s one wrestler going to do to five guys like us?
The group of thugs laugh amongst one another before I suddenly grab the guy’s arm, twist it around his back and slam his head onto the bar.
Robinson: I said…leave me the fuck alone and let me enjoy my fucking drink!
Thug 2: Easy man, okay…
I let go of the thug and all five of them quickly leave as I turn back to the bar.
Barkeeper: Nice to have somebody step up to those guys, been nothing but trouble since they decided to make this place ‘their bar’…
Robinson: Yeah well, they’re just a bunch of assholes…maybe they’ll not bother coming back here anymore, just in case they bump into me again…
Barkeeper: Let’s hope that’s the case…
I smirk and nod before pouring one final shot of the bourbon and pouring it into the shot glass and knocking it back. I then get to my feet and drop some money onto the bar.
Robinson: Thanks for the drink…keep the change…
The barkeeper collects the money and nods before I leave the bar as the scene fades.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
ON CAMERA
The scene re-opens as I am walking down the streets of Dallas, Texas smoking a cigarette.
Robinson: DiStoner, you really are full of shit aren’t you…what’s all this crap about you supposedly coming to me about finding who the fuck shot you? I left NWA before any of that shit happened and I didn’t even know it fucking happened until recently. You never approached me about anything…
I take another drag of my cigarette.
Robinson: Say all you want about Nitro and Chelsea, I don’t give a fuck about either of them. Nitro’s just some co-operate suck up who doesn’t know his arse from his fucking elbow…and Chelsea…well Chelsea’s been dead to me ever since she decided to throw her friendships with my wife and I out of the fucking window, to make new friendships with those bastards in S-PAC.
I smirk and stroke my beard before taking another drag of my cigarette.
Robinson: You say that on Sunday at Timebomb, it all begins again, the rivalry between Dan DiStoner and Matthew Robinson. You Dan, you haven’t changed a bit, you’re still the arrogant, cocky, stoned illiterate failure who could only ever hold the World title for just a week, maybe two. Me however, I have changed, I’ve got a much more aggressive attitude, I don’t give a damn about you or anyone else in this business! I’m back in the WCF to kick ass, take names and make every son of a bitch in this company famous!
I chuckle slightly, taking another drag of my cigarette.
Robinson: You think electrocuting your balls is bad? Well Dan, once I’m finished with you at Timebomb on Sunday, electrocuting your balls will seem like a just a fucking scratch! I’m going to make you suffer more pain than you could ever imagine! Say what you want about NWA, I don’t give a fuck! Say what you want about Stacy, because she doesn’t need me to fight her battles for her anymore, she’ll kick your ass no problem! You say you’re a ticking time bomb and you’re ready to explode on Sunday? Well I’m a fucking atomic bomb and I’ve already exploded…and I’m going to take you the fuck out on Sunday! DiStoner, are you ready for The Outlaw?
I then finish my cigarette and drop it onto the floor before stubbing it out with my foot as I walk off camera chuckling as the scene fades.
