Post by Disturbed on Apr 19, 2006 20:25:22 GMT 10
*The scene opens with Disturbed and Animal sitting on a leather couch, at Disturbed’s home. They each have a beer in their hands, and Animal is flicking through the channels on TV. Animal then turns to Disturbed*
Animal- So big brother, big match coming up. I know this is a stupid question, but how are you feeling bout’ going into this match as the man with everything to loose?
Disturbed- Let’s see, shall we? So far this week I have been kicked in the groin, sprayed with pepper spray, bashed up after my last match and had a man who goes by the name of Jonny Stripes planning my Deathmatch demise. I’d have to say I’m pretty pissed off!
*Disturbed takes a big gulp of his beer and vigorously wipes his mouth with the back of his hand*
Disturbed- And when you say that I have everything to loose, you couldn’t be more right. Dignity, respect, pride, my gold and my legacy!
Animal- What you worried bout bro? Last week you kicked both of these clowns asses in a handicap match! Dude this match is going to be easier than Paris Hilton!
Disturbed- I dunno bro, the small, yet significant factor – a friggin’ cell – will play a part, don’t you think?
Animal- For sure – but your not the most feared deathmatch competitor for nothing! If you can beat Stripes and the freak Pyro in a far more deadly environment, you’ll have no worries taking down “The Inexperienced” and “The Mediterranean Master-fag!”
*Disturbed sits up and becomes more serious*
Disturbed- But that’s just it, bro. All of these factors just put me at a disadvantage! Let’s look at it like this – I have the reputation of being such a crazy son of a bitch that each time I’m in a deathmatch type of match, I’m expected to top my last performance. As much as I hate them, Stripes and Julio are a couple of the smartest men in this business, and they know this. They know that if I see an opportunity to pin one of them as they lie limp on the mat, chances are I won’t. Instead, I’ll climb up that crazy structure, moonsault off it, injure myself and get one hell of a cheer from the crowd. As all this takes place, the other bloke outside the ring casually slides over either of us, and that’s it! I may get a cheer or two, but that’s not what defines people in this company. You gotta’ be holding that gold if you want respect!
*Animal slaps Disturbed across the face*
Disturbed- Get a hold of yourself bro! Of all the people I know, you are the last person I’d ever think that would say something like that! If I ever hear any of that shit come out of your mouth again, your as good as dead! NOW – get your ass off this couch, run down to that gym and get pumping, boy – coz there ain’t no way in hell your loosing this match!
*Disturbed lets out a powerful yell and hi fives Animal, as they both run out the door, slamming it behind them.*
Animal- So big brother, big match coming up. I know this is a stupid question, but how are you feeling bout’ going into this match as the man with everything to loose?
Disturbed- Let’s see, shall we? So far this week I have been kicked in the groin, sprayed with pepper spray, bashed up after my last match and had a man who goes by the name of Jonny Stripes planning my Deathmatch demise. I’d have to say I’m pretty pissed off!
*Disturbed takes a big gulp of his beer and vigorously wipes his mouth with the back of his hand*
Disturbed- And when you say that I have everything to loose, you couldn’t be more right. Dignity, respect, pride, my gold and my legacy!
Animal- What you worried bout bro? Last week you kicked both of these clowns asses in a handicap match! Dude this match is going to be easier than Paris Hilton!
Disturbed- I dunno bro, the small, yet significant factor – a friggin’ cell – will play a part, don’t you think?
Animal- For sure – but your not the most feared deathmatch competitor for nothing! If you can beat Stripes and the freak Pyro in a far more deadly environment, you’ll have no worries taking down “The Inexperienced” and “The Mediterranean Master-fag!”
*Disturbed sits up and becomes more serious*
Disturbed- But that’s just it, bro. All of these factors just put me at a disadvantage! Let’s look at it like this – I have the reputation of being such a crazy son of a bitch that each time I’m in a deathmatch type of match, I’m expected to top my last performance. As much as I hate them, Stripes and Julio are a couple of the smartest men in this business, and they know this. They know that if I see an opportunity to pin one of them as they lie limp on the mat, chances are I won’t. Instead, I’ll climb up that crazy structure, moonsault off it, injure myself and get one hell of a cheer from the crowd. As all this takes place, the other bloke outside the ring casually slides over either of us, and that’s it! I may get a cheer or two, but that’s not what defines people in this company. You gotta’ be holding that gold if you want respect!
*Animal slaps Disturbed across the face*
Disturbed- Get a hold of yourself bro! Of all the people I know, you are the last person I’d ever think that would say something like that! If I ever hear any of that shit come out of your mouth again, your as good as dead! NOW – get your ass off this couch, run down to that gym and get pumping, boy – coz there ain’t no way in hell your loosing this match!
*Disturbed lets out a powerful yell and hi fives Animal, as they both run out the door, slamming it behind them.*
