Post by Kurt Burton: Script Doctor! on Jun 19, 2006 14:34:10 GMT -5
A strange darkness fills the room. The darkness is broken by the eirie orange glow of candles. The room has a large window, made of a Victorian style. The stench of mandrake makes the room practically unbeaable. On a large throne, Kurt Burton sits, staring intently into space. The throne is decorated with pentacles, and is of a blood red velvet. Kurt whips out a small joint, and lights it using the flame from the candle. He takes a long drag, and blows it out. The smoke billows around his head. He takes in a deep breath, and from his mouth there issues an ominous deep voice.
"Justin Tyger... You and I have our differences, and Scars and Stripes stands as testiment to that. We beat each other, untill we were both black, blue and purple. But you are coming back for more. What a fool you must b..."
Suddenly Kurt bursts into a huge fit of coughing. He finally regains his composure.
"Oh shit. I'm not used to talking that low. This is some high grade stuff... oh man. Ok, so let's get something straight, all my cheap mind games, and all of your "celebrity" perks, will not guarantee either of us a victory. I could, right now as we speak, sacrifice a virgin to my dark lord and master to guarantee me the victory. I am a metal god after all, and know every Satanic ritual in the book. But I won't. And why is that? One, that would be a waste of time, as I will destroy you, but also there will be one last cherry for me to pop. So..."
Kurt takes another long drag, he squints his face back to add pressure and hold it longer.
"See Justin, at Scars and Stripes, we saw who the better men were... not you and pajama boy. Not Time and Manimal... not Vivica and Kronik..."
He bursts out laughing. The smoke pours from his lips and nose as he doubles over from the intensity of his laughter.
"I'm sorry, his name is Kronik... that kills me. Speaking of Kronik, I have to replenish my supply... but that is besides the point. You see Justin, the point is that Manny and I are the greatest competitors the world has ever seen... both of us will dominate this business. But you, you keep wasting your time, coming after these belts, these belts that are now in our possesion, these belts that you will never...EVER touch. Unless it is to shine it up for me. Really Justin, why bother showing up to Odium, to face me in the ring, and get your ass beat all over again. Why not save yourself the time, and aggravation, and just sit at home, watch it on TV, like all the other backyard fucks that will never make it in this business. I'm done, prepare to recieve the worst beating of your life at Odium."
Kurt looks around his room.
"Something is missing"
He ponders, and then realizes what he is missing.
"Curtains. Big evil looking curtains. Like from Phantom of the opera..."
Kurt takes another hit off of his joint and blows out the candle. Darkness consumes the room.
"Justin Tyger... You and I have our differences, and Scars and Stripes stands as testiment to that. We beat each other, untill we were both black, blue and purple. But you are coming back for more. What a fool you must b..."
Suddenly Kurt bursts into a huge fit of coughing. He finally regains his composure.
"Oh shit. I'm not used to talking that low. This is some high grade stuff... oh man. Ok, so let's get something straight, all my cheap mind games, and all of your "celebrity" perks, will not guarantee either of us a victory. I could, right now as we speak, sacrifice a virgin to my dark lord and master to guarantee me the victory. I am a metal god after all, and know every Satanic ritual in the book. But I won't. And why is that? One, that would be a waste of time, as I will destroy you, but also there will be one last cherry for me to pop. So..."
Kurt takes another long drag, he squints his face back to add pressure and hold it longer.
"See Justin, at Scars and Stripes, we saw who the better men were... not you and pajama boy. Not Time and Manimal... not Vivica and Kronik..."
He bursts out laughing. The smoke pours from his lips and nose as he doubles over from the intensity of his laughter.
"I'm sorry, his name is Kronik... that kills me. Speaking of Kronik, I have to replenish my supply... but that is besides the point. You see Justin, the point is that Manny and I are the greatest competitors the world has ever seen... both of us will dominate this business. But you, you keep wasting your time, coming after these belts, these belts that are now in our possesion, these belts that you will never...EVER touch. Unless it is to shine it up for me. Really Justin, why bother showing up to Odium, to face me in the ring, and get your ass beat all over again. Why not save yourself the time, and aggravation, and just sit at home, watch it on TV, like all the other backyard fucks that will never make it in this business. I'm done, prepare to recieve the worst beating of your life at Odium."
Kurt looks around his room.
"Something is missing"
He ponders, and then realizes what he is missing.
"Curtains. Big evil looking curtains. Like from Phantom of the opera..."
Kurt takes another hit off of his joint and blows out the candle. Darkness consumes the room.
