Post by Kurt Burton: Script Doctor! on Jun 30, 2006 15:17:38 GMT -5
A canadian hotel room. There is a moose head hanging on the wall over a neatly made bed. The walls are of an amazingly neutral tan. There is a tiny black tv in the corner. The dressers are bland and blend in nicely to the wall paper. Kurt sits on the relatively large bed, wearing nothing but his boxers and a brand new Revolution T-shirt(only fifty Canadian dollars, and you can have one too.) To the right of the bed is the bathroom, with the door wide open. A shapely young brunette, wearing only a pair of lacey pink panties is standing in front of the mirror. She is obviously applying make-up, but her face cannot be seen in the mirror at our angle. Kurt looks impatient, and reaches down to the side of the bed. He picks up a fifth of Jack Daniels, and gulps down the liquid as though his life depended on it. The girl speaks, with a vaguely familiar voice.
Brunette: Don't get too drunk, I need some action tonight.[/color]
Kurt:OK.
He smirks, and takes a light swig from the bottle. He rescrews the cap, and sits the bottle back at the side of the bed.
Kurt: Odium... I will face Yu-Gi-Oh Gay... along with Manny. The Revolution. Favored sons of the WFWF, we have cut a path of destruction with our shiny shears of doom!
Kurt chuckles to himself, finding this statement really amusing.
Kurt: And our opponent, a washed-up never was. The Rvolution is the embodiment of WFWF Aggresion, the future of THIS company, and Yu-Gi-Oh is a reject who should have stayed buried in the past. I have a little message for him. I want him to look upon our work so far in this illustrious company.
Kurt reaches toward the TV. He struggles to reach a button. Finally he reaches it, and presses play. The screen is filled with the white noise, and the crackle and pop of a tape warming up. The crappy Canadian VCR goes clickity-clack, and its noise replaces the rumble of the air conditioner. The image of Manny C and Kurt standing victorious in the ring begins to appear, but grey bars swoop down and erase it. Kurt looks in bewilderment, when suddenly the image is replaced with the young brunette, tied face down to a giantic gothic looking bed, wearing only a black leather thong. Kurt stumbles into the frame holding a whip in his hand, and laughs.
Kurt: Hey chick-a-roonie!
Brunette: What?[/color]
Kurt: What is this?
The Brunettes head turns to view the image, her flowing hair blocking her face.
Brunette: It's last week, I thought you'd get excited over it.[/color]
Kurt: Don't get me wrong... I like it, but you taped over my promo.
The Brunette responds with a giggle.
Brunette:Sorry.[/color]
Kurt: You know what... it doesn't matter, because Yu-Gi-Oh, you will go down at Odium, just like every other pissant who has ever tried to take on the Revolution! What kind of a name is Yu-Gi-Oh anyway, it sounds like some kiddie game.
Brunette: It is... your opponent is Yukio.[/color]
Kurt mulls over what she just said.
Kurt:Don't correct me. If I wanted any lip from you, I'd drop my pants.
Brunette: Is that a promise, cuz I'm ready.[/color]
Kurt realizes what this means, and hurriedly hits the lights. Darkness fills the room. The buxom brunette slides into the bed.
Fade to black.[/b]
Brunette: Don't get too drunk, I need some action tonight.[/color]
Kurt:OK.
He smirks, and takes a light swig from the bottle. He rescrews the cap, and sits the bottle back at the side of the bed.
Kurt: Odium... I will face Yu-Gi-Oh Gay... along with Manny. The Revolution. Favored sons of the WFWF, we have cut a path of destruction with our shiny shears of doom!
Kurt chuckles to himself, finding this statement really amusing.
Kurt: And our opponent, a washed-up never was. The Rvolution is the embodiment of WFWF Aggresion, the future of THIS company, and Yu-Gi-Oh is a reject who should have stayed buried in the past. I have a little message for him. I want him to look upon our work so far in this illustrious company.
Kurt reaches toward the TV. He struggles to reach a button. Finally he reaches it, and presses play. The screen is filled with the white noise, and the crackle and pop of a tape warming up. The crappy Canadian VCR goes clickity-clack, and its noise replaces the rumble of the air conditioner. The image of Manny C and Kurt standing victorious in the ring begins to appear, but grey bars swoop down and erase it. Kurt looks in bewilderment, when suddenly the image is replaced with the young brunette, tied face down to a giantic gothic looking bed, wearing only a black leather thong. Kurt stumbles into the frame holding a whip in his hand, and laughs.
Kurt: Hey chick-a-roonie!
Brunette: What?[/color]
Kurt: What is this?
The Brunettes head turns to view the image, her flowing hair blocking her face.
Brunette: It's last week, I thought you'd get excited over it.[/color]
Kurt: Don't get me wrong... I like it, but you taped over my promo.
The Brunette responds with a giggle.
Brunette:Sorry.[/color]
Kurt: You know what... it doesn't matter, because Yu-Gi-Oh, you will go down at Odium, just like every other pissant who has ever tried to take on the Revolution! What kind of a name is Yu-Gi-Oh anyway, it sounds like some kiddie game.
Brunette: It is... your opponent is Yukio.[/color]
Kurt mulls over what she just said.
Kurt:Don't correct me. If I wanted any lip from you, I'd drop my pants.
Brunette: Is that a promise, cuz I'm ready.[/color]
Kurt realizes what this means, and hurriedly hits the lights. Darkness fills the room. The buxom brunette slides into the bed.
Fade to black.[/b]
