Post by Kurt Burton: Script Doctor! on Jul 12, 2006 17:26:02 GMT -5
The black sky with blacker clouds looms overhead. The wind blows hither and tither, pushing trash from the sidewalk, to the street, and back again. Thunder booms throughout the city, as occasional lightning strikes in brilliant illuminating flashes. Rain pours down from the heavans, pounding on concrete. The concrete is unyielding, it just smiles back at the rain and asks for more. The people are not as lucky though, drenched they moment they exit their cars, they flee towards the sanctuary the club, McCalisters. The club is not a large building, and completely indistinguishable, except for one small oddity. This is a poster, a poster which reads, One Night Only in large red letters and below it in larger green letters, Xtreme Karnage.
The people storm into the club, dripping water. The club is filled with the stench of cigarette smoke, as the gray cloud consumes the club. Everyone is anxiously waiting for the band, sipping on their beers and mixed drinks. The crowd is a mixture of all kinds of freaks and wierdos. Piercings, multicolored hair and tatoos fill the room. Packed tight, like Sardines in a can, the fire safety code having been thrown out the window already. At the back of the club, there is a small stage, which has a bass, three guitars, and a very large drumset set up on it. There are gigantic speakers, which tower over the three men sitting on stage. These men are comletely clad in leather, with long, stringy hair so greasy you'd have thought it just came out of a deep frier. The crowd starts their booming chant, drowning out the thunderous storm outside. "We Want BURTON!!!" As they grow to a fver pitch, the young metal god steps out from behind the stage curtain.His eyes scan the crowd, and they cheer and applaud, as Kurt steps to the mic stand and grabs tears the microphone away.
Kurt: What's up Detroit![/i]
The crowd goes wild, descending into wolf whistles and howls. Kurt laughs, and moves to the front of the stage.
Kurt: God, it feels good to be cheered for once. The crowd at my new job seems to think I'm the antichrist. And speaking of Antichrist's, I've got a little match you should all tune into tomorrow night. See, I'm not back with my band, I'm here one night only, because our touring seemed to gracefully coincide. But, if you check out Odium, tomorrow night at 8pm on channel 57, you'll get to see me kick a poser Antichrist's sorry homeless ass.[/i]
The crowd cheers.
Kurt: See, I've put a new band together. Not a musical band, but a band of destroyers, a band of revolutionaries. We are the Revolution, and we have destroyed every dumb piece of crap who has gotten in our path.[/i]
Suddenly, a scraggily little man with a pair of thick glasses and wild froofy hair pipes up
Guy: You didn't destroy Yukio.
Kurt stares at the teen, and ponders him for a second. Then, it hits him.
Kurt: Wait a second, you're that kid, Manny told me about you.[/i]
The kid nods happily. Kurt reaches back to the mic stand, agrasps it firmly in his hand, and hurls it as a javelin. It sails through the air, with the base finding its mark directly in the kids face. The crowd erupts in a cheer, as the boy falls to the ground, grasping his nose, his broken glasses laying at either side of his head.
Kurt: Now what was I saying, before Napolean Dynamite so rudely interrupted me. Oh yes. So we are the Revolution, the craziest, most hardcore sons of bitches you will ever meet. And we have an assignment from up high, the boss. We are to destroy Obo the Homo... wait, I mean hobo, though both really do fit him. [/i]
The crowd laughs at this.
Kurt: We are to destroy him for sins against the boss. What these sins are, I don't really know. I don't really care either. See, this jackass looks at me, and my woman, and my tag team partner, like we have no business in that lockerroom. Do you have any idea how it feels to be looked down on by some jackass giving hand jobs on the street for beer money. So, at Odium, I will destroy him personally. In addition to this, we are to face the incomparably slut, the slutilicious champion Meg. See, she slept her way into the Men's division.[/i]
The crowd cheers.
Kurt: I know, way to go. She got herself into a position of respect, becoming a champion, but she made one major mistake. She allowed herself to be tired of. Well, the Revolution and I, we like being on Kyzer's good side. We like having the perks and priviliges that brings. We like our private dressing rooms, our Orgy titles, and the warnings before every drug test. Meg had those too, but she wasted it. What a dumb bitch! So, at Odium, she gets heaped into it all. All the turmoil, destruction, and devastation will soon be at her door. And Manny and I, we won't even have to lower ourselves by locking up with a female. Although we will. It'll be fun. But we don't have too. See, we got backup. And that backup is in the form of the beautiful, ravishing, and incredibly kick ass Gyno champion, Phoenix McGurk. So, let's count these odds really quick. We have one awesome tag team with an amazing woman, all champions of their respective divisions, versus a washed up slut, and a schizo homo... damn it... HOBO! While those two may be champions, I'd say, giving a fair handicap, they have about a snow balls chance in hell of walking out of there winners, let alone walking out at all. Now, without further ado, the musical portion of our show.[/i]
Kurt signals to the drummer, who excitedly jumps behind the drums. He kicks out the beat with snaps of his sticks. 1...2...3...4!
And the band tears into their riff. Hard, heavy and fast, everything a good metal song should be. The music pulses out of he stereo, whipping the crowd into a frenzy as the entire club becomes one huge mosh pit. The sea of metal heads begin tossing each other in angry waves, all of the hatred spilling into the pit. Kurt strikes his rock pose, and let's out a primal scream. The music simmers down to a heavy slower riff, as Kurt Belts out the first verse.
I have something to say.... Obo is really gay!
And I have nothing to proove, cuz Meg ain't got the moves!
The Revolution's here, so let me make it clear, we hold nothing dear.[/i]
The riff shifts slightly, as he screams harshly.
Odium...odium...odium[/i]
Suddenly, the music quiets down, and sounds similar to a much hated soft rock classic.
Didn't you know that you're a Zero
Giving head out on the streets.
Did I never tell you you're a Zero.
You are the wind between my cheeks.[/i]
The music slams back into full force, as the begining riff plays again. Suddenly, the crowd lights up, into pure white as a boom fills the room. Darkness quickly consumes the room, accompanied by silence.Kurt looks around, as the sound of confused panic fills the room. He then realizes what has happened.
Kurt: Great... the f^cking electricity has gone out. F^ck this. [/i]
He slams down his mic. The last sound that can be heard is a door clicking behind him as he enters the street. [/b]
The people storm into the club, dripping water. The club is filled with the stench of cigarette smoke, as the gray cloud consumes the club. Everyone is anxiously waiting for the band, sipping on their beers and mixed drinks. The crowd is a mixture of all kinds of freaks and wierdos. Piercings, multicolored hair and tatoos fill the room. Packed tight, like Sardines in a can, the fire safety code having been thrown out the window already. At the back of the club, there is a small stage, which has a bass, three guitars, and a very large drumset set up on it. There are gigantic speakers, which tower over the three men sitting on stage. These men are comletely clad in leather, with long, stringy hair so greasy you'd have thought it just came out of a deep frier. The crowd starts their booming chant, drowning out the thunderous storm outside. "We Want BURTON!!!" As they grow to a fver pitch, the young metal god steps out from behind the stage curtain.His eyes scan the crowd, and they cheer and applaud, as Kurt steps to the mic stand and grabs tears the microphone away.
Kurt: What's up Detroit![/i]
The crowd goes wild, descending into wolf whistles and howls. Kurt laughs, and moves to the front of the stage.
Kurt: God, it feels good to be cheered for once. The crowd at my new job seems to think I'm the antichrist. And speaking of Antichrist's, I've got a little match you should all tune into tomorrow night. See, I'm not back with my band, I'm here one night only, because our touring seemed to gracefully coincide. But, if you check out Odium, tomorrow night at 8pm on channel 57, you'll get to see me kick a poser Antichrist's sorry homeless ass.[/i]
The crowd cheers.
Kurt: See, I've put a new band together. Not a musical band, but a band of destroyers, a band of revolutionaries. We are the Revolution, and we have destroyed every dumb piece of crap who has gotten in our path.[/i]
Suddenly, a scraggily little man with a pair of thick glasses and wild froofy hair pipes up
Guy: You didn't destroy Yukio.
Kurt stares at the teen, and ponders him for a second. Then, it hits him.
Kurt: Wait a second, you're that kid, Manny told me about you.[/i]
The kid nods happily. Kurt reaches back to the mic stand, agrasps it firmly in his hand, and hurls it as a javelin. It sails through the air, with the base finding its mark directly in the kids face. The crowd erupts in a cheer, as the boy falls to the ground, grasping his nose, his broken glasses laying at either side of his head.
Kurt: Now what was I saying, before Napolean Dynamite so rudely interrupted me. Oh yes. So we are the Revolution, the craziest, most hardcore sons of bitches you will ever meet. And we have an assignment from up high, the boss. We are to destroy Obo the Homo... wait, I mean hobo, though both really do fit him. [/i]
The crowd laughs at this.
Kurt: We are to destroy him for sins against the boss. What these sins are, I don't really know. I don't really care either. See, this jackass looks at me, and my woman, and my tag team partner, like we have no business in that lockerroom. Do you have any idea how it feels to be looked down on by some jackass giving hand jobs on the street for beer money. So, at Odium, I will destroy him personally. In addition to this, we are to face the incomparably slut, the slutilicious champion Meg. See, she slept her way into the Men's division.[/i]
The crowd cheers.
Kurt: I know, way to go. She got herself into a position of respect, becoming a champion, but she made one major mistake. She allowed herself to be tired of. Well, the Revolution and I, we like being on Kyzer's good side. We like having the perks and priviliges that brings. We like our private dressing rooms, our Orgy titles, and the warnings before every drug test. Meg had those too, but she wasted it. What a dumb bitch! So, at Odium, she gets heaped into it all. All the turmoil, destruction, and devastation will soon be at her door. And Manny and I, we won't even have to lower ourselves by locking up with a female. Although we will. It'll be fun. But we don't have too. See, we got backup. And that backup is in the form of the beautiful, ravishing, and incredibly kick ass Gyno champion, Phoenix McGurk. So, let's count these odds really quick. We have one awesome tag team with an amazing woman, all champions of their respective divisions, versus a washed up slut, and a schizo homo... damn it... HOBO! While those two may be champions, I'd say, giving a fair handicap, they have about a snow balls chance in hell of walking out of there winners, let alone walking out at all. Now, without further ado, the musical portion of our show.[/i]
Kurt signals to the drummer, who excitedly jumps behind the drums. He kicks out the beat with snaps of his sticks. 1...2...3...4!
And the band tears into their riff. Hard, heavy and fast, everything a good metal song should be. The music pulses out of he stereo, whipping the crowd into a frenzy as the entire club becomes one huge mosh pit. The sea of metal heads begin tossing each other in angry waves, all of the hatred spilling into the pit. Kurt strikes his rock pose, and let's out a primal scream. The music simmers down to a heavy slower riff, as Kurt Belts out the first verse.
I have something to say.... Obo is really gay!
And I have nothing to proove, cuz Meg ain't got the moves!
The Revolution's here, so let me make it clear, we hold nothing dear.[/i]
The riff shifts slightly, as he screams harshly.
Odium...odium...odium[/i]
Suddenly, the music quiets down, and sounds similar to a much hated soft rock classic.
Didn't you know that you're a Zero
Giving head out on the streets.
Did I never tell you you're a Zero.
You are the wind between my cheeks.[/i]
The music slams back into full force, as the begining riff plays again. Suddenly, the crowd lights up, into pure white as a boom fills the room. Darkness quickly consumes the room, accompanied by silence.Kurt looks around, as the sound of confused panic fills the room. He then realizes what has happened.
Kurt: Great... the f^cking electricity has gone out. F^ck this. [/i]
He slams down his mic. The last sound that can be heard is a door clicking behind him as he enters the street. [/b]
