Wants and Needs

[Disturbed]

*Mr.Howard is seen sitting down behind a desk. He is wearing a suit with a tie that has been pulled down from his neck. He is resting his head against his hand and his other hand is holding a pen. He looks up at Disturbed who is pacing the room.*

Mr.H- So you going to discuss this contract with me or what, Diz?

Disturbed- Contract? Look Howard, you know I don’t give a damn bout’ money. I plenty of it, and even if I didn’t that wouldn’t be a problem. All I want to do is fight! I’ve been locked up for over 4 months! Do you know what that does to a man like me?! I broke cells with my bare hands! I tore apart fellow inmates – real murderers! I destroyed guards whenever I had the opportunity, despite their threats of shooting me in the head! They were trying to scare me, but both the guards and myself knew that they were the ones who were sleeping with one eye open at night!

Mr.H- Sorry to pull you back to real time, Dizzy, but your past is not what I’m here to discuss…

*Disturbed approaches Mr.H’s desk and slams his hands down on it*

Disturbed- We wouldn’t be discussing a fucking contract if it hadn’t been for the past four months!

MR.H- Well Diz, I’ve done all I could do. I got you the hell outta there. Don’t ask me how, just be thankful.

Disturbed- Course I’m thankful, I just wanna…HURT something! HURT someone! And I don’t just want to hurt them, I want them to hurt me back! The feeling of your own blood oozing from your forehead down your face, the feeling of dislocated shoulders, broken bones, fire burning your flesh, glass and barbed wire cutting you to shreds…it’s like no other feeling in the world!

*Mumbling*Mr.H- Glad to see you haven’t become even more fucked up in your absence.

Disturbed- You wanna know what I want?! Here!

*Disturbed grabs the contract, and under the $ section, he writes a 1. He then slams the pen and contract down on the table, signs his name and pushes it towards Mr.H*

Disturbed- Done!

*Mr.H glances at the contract*

Mr.H- One dollar? One single dollar?

Disturbed- Jesus if your tight for cash make it fifty cents!

MR.H- I’m not tight on cash, I just can’t believe that someone with your talent and ability to pull audiences only wants a dollar…

Disturbed- Don’t you get it?! I don’t care about money. I don’t care about my talent or my pulling power! All I care about is fighting. When I left, I still had my deathmatch title. Now it’s in the hands of Lemmy! You wanna know what I want?!

Mr.H- What?

Disturbed- Me verse Lemmy in a match of my choice!



TBC by anyone who has control to make this match happen

[Ken Paradise]

*While Dizz and Mr. H are talking so friendly someone kicks the door, which opens wide and Ken Paradise enters the room. Ken is wearing sunglasses and smoking a cigar. He doesn't look at Dizz but walk over his foot and stops in front of Mr. H.*

Ken: Hey Boss... Goden Boy is here!

*He smiles and blows the smoke in Dizz faces.*

Ken: I hate to bother ya and all but ...

*ken finaly notices Dizz. Ken puts down his glasses and smiles.*

Ken: Hey Boy ...

*He says looking at Dizz and taks his hand like he is about to shake hands with him but Ken leaves the cigar in to Dizz hand so Dizz can hold it for him.*

Ken: Hold my cigar for a sec.

*Ken smiles and tabs Dizz on the shoulder. Then he is about to turn to Mr. H but he stops and looks at Dizz again.*

Ken: Hey! Don't ya dare put the great one's cigar in to your mouth. This shit cost more than you and your family! I know that's a big honer for you but I can't see who else can hold it for me .... How ever if I had to choose I wouldn't choose ya to how the great one's cigar! Still enjoy the time holding it!

*Ken smiles and turns to Mr. H who is looking with his eyes open because of the conv. he and Dizz had bout Dizz broking cells with his bare hands ect.*

Mr. H: Ken .. Now it's not the right time

*Ken takes off his glass.*

Ken: What? What? Now it's not the right time? Let me tell ya something....

*Ken gets cut off by Mr. H *

Mr. H : No! Let Me tell ya something!

*He says looking at Dizz hopping Ken will get it but ...*

Ken: You listen to me! I don't care.. Look at me! I don't care bout this .. this .... Mexican pease of crab here.

*Pointing at Dizz who is behind him. Ken then turns around.*

Ken: From Where are ya Poerto-Rico? Mexico? Do you understand english? Do you think you are better than Mr. Paradise?

*Dizz is about to answer but Ken cuts him off.*

Ken: No one cares what you think! Go back to the village you came from and say that you saw the perfection himself! I am sure they'll make ya the chief of your tribe!

*the crowd cheeers*

Ken: I don't care what you'll do but do it fast coz I want ya out of my fucking eyes! Got that macho? Comprende? And Don't look at me in the eyes! Peasant!

OOC- I know you wanted Lemm or Matt but I just couldn't help it! You were so asking to meet The Golden Boy ... Once again!