Post by Kurt Burton: Script Doctor! on Aug 4, 2006 18:33:15 GMT -5
The busy sounds of downtown Cincinatti fill the air. From the annoying chatter of mindless drones on their cell phones, to the pounding of out of repair cars, the air is so thick with noise that you can practically touch the sound. All manner of pedestrians crowd the streets, from the polished proffesionals in their expensive suits, to the hillbilly trash in their tank tops and shorts. From the thugs with bling, to the gay men with swing, nary an inch of pavement is not covered by the sole of someone's shoe. The smell is repugnant, the smells of burning oil and homeless junkies fills the air. The slightly over cast sky casts a shadow over these streets as though it was dirty secret it was trying to hide from the world.
And in this bustle walks a man, a man with a cell phone. Not one of the annoying drones, or so he hopes, he strides forward, with purpose and mission. Every step he takes carries him closer to his goal. His green hair is tussled by a sudden wind, and he adjusts his jacket to compensate. As he walks by the conservative yuppies on the street, they look at him with disgust and disdain, judging by his torn jeans, and leather jacket. They have judged that book by its cover, but surprisingly they judged correctly. The title of that book, is trouble.
The man reaches intohis jacket pocket, producing a crushed pack of cigarettes. He pulls out one of the wrinkled and twisted nails, and presses it to his smirking lips. Without a moment's pause,he lights the smoke, and the grey cloud presses forth from his mouth. The look on his face is of a man thoroughly pleased. Obviously, it is from the cell phone conversation.
Kurt: Of course. Look man, I respect you, and all the work you've done. You're in. Just one thing, call it, an initiation if you will. At SUperbrawl, our titles are on the line. Help us keep ours, and we'll help you win yours. Capiece. Cool, enjoy your stay in the Revolution.
Kurt flips the phone down, abruptly ending the call. He never wastes a moment on pleasantries. He has but one concern, now that his conversation is over.
Kurt: So, Meg... you're back for more. You know, I must say that I'm glad. You see, from the moment I came here to the WFWF, I have had many triumphant moments. Be it driving Tyger away, or choking out Draven, my hand has been raised more often than your skirt. But my single most triumphant moment, was smashing your pretty little face with that shiny belt. I don't think that was a great moment for you though, was it Meg?
Kurt cocks his head back and gives himself a chuckle. He takes another smooth drag off of his cigarette. The smoke drifts awaay from his mouth as he begins to speak again.
Kurt: You see, you can't suck your way out of this one honey... and don't even pretend like you didn't try last time. But now, instead of some homeless psychotic jerkweed, your opponent, is well, a psychotic jerkweed with a home. Your baby brother Morgan. Now, I find it funny, that Morgan and you are facing the Revolution, Hitman Manny C and Kurt Burton, but right after that, your facing each other. So is it in your best interest to try to win this match Meggy-poo, or should you just send him into the lions. Me personally, I don't care. I beat ya before, I'll beat ya again. But Morgan, he's fresh meat. Blood yet to grace our mat. And just like I did to you two weeks ago at Odium, I will adorn him with the crimson mask.
He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a DVD case. He looks at it.
Kurt: Now, if you'll excuse me, Kat and I are going to have a movie night tonight. See when I found out I was facing the Warner Brother, and the Warner Sister, Slut, I had to rush right out and steal it.
Kurt holds up the DVD, revealing the Animaniacs season one.
Kurt: I love those damn GoodFeathers, let me tell you. And you know, I think this match will resemble a cartoon, short, sweet andover in three minutes. So, Meg, Morgan, Aufwiedersehen.
Kurt performs a courtsy. Now even the homeless people are staring at him, after having just given that big long monologue to no one. He turns back and eyes one of the homeless guys.
Kurt: Don't look at me like I'm crazy. You can see I'm talking to a camera.
Director: Goddamn it Kurt! How many times do we have to tell you not to mention the camera! CUT!
Sharply exit to black.
And in this bustle walks a man, a man with a cell phone. Not one of the annoying drones, or so he hopes, he strides forward, with purpose and mission. Every step he takes carries him closer to his goal. His green hair is tussled by a sudden wind, and he adjusts his jacket to compensate. As he walks by the conservative yuppies on the street, they look at him with disgust and disdain, judging by his torn jeans, and leather jacket. They have judged that book by its cover, but surprisingly they judged correctly. The title of that book, is trouble.
The man reaches intohis jacket pocket, producing a crushed pack of cigarettes. He pulls out one of the wrinkled and twisted nails, and presses it to his smirking lips. Without a moment's pause,he lights the smoke, and the grey cloud presses forth from his mouth. The look on his face is of a man thoroughly pleased. Obviously, it is from the cell phone conversation.
Kurt: Of course. Look man, I respect you, and all the work you've done. You're in. Just one thing, call it, an initiation if you will. At SUperbrawl, our titles are on the line. Help us keep ours, and we'll help you win yours. Capiece. Cool, enjoy your stay in the Revolution.
Kurt flips the phone down, abruptly ending the call. He never wastes a moment on pleasantries. He has but one concern, now that his conversation is over.
Kurt: So, Meg... you're back for more. You know, I must say that I'm glad. You see, from the moment I came here to the WFWF, I have had many triumphant moments. Be it driving Tyger away, or choking out Draven, my hand has been raised more often than your skirt. But my single most triumphant moment, was smashing your pretty little face with that shiny belt. I don't think that was a great moment for you though, was it Meg?
Kurt cocks his head back and gives himself a chuckle. He takes another smooth drag off of his cigarette. The smoke drifts awaay from his mouth as he begins to speak again.
Kurt: You see, you can't suck your way out of this one honey... and don't even pretend like you didn't try last time. But now, instead of some homeless psychotic jerkweed, your opponent, is well, a psychotic jerkweed with a home. Your baby brother Morgan. Now, I find it funny, that Morgan and you are facing the Revolution, Hitman Manny C and Kurt Burton, but right after that, your facing each other. So is it in your best interest to try to win this match Meggy-poo, or should you just send him into the lions. Me personally, I don't care. I beat ya before, I'll beat ya again. But Morgan, he's fresh meat. Blood yet to grace our mat. And just like I did to you two weeks ago at Odium, I will adorn him with the crimson mask.
He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a DVD case. He looks at it.
Kurt: Now, if you'll excuse me, Kat and I are going to have a movie night tonight. See when I found out I was facing the Warner Brother, and the Warner Sister, Slut, I had to rush right out and steal it.
Kurt holds up the DVD, revealing the Animaniacs season one.
Kurt: I love those damn GoodFeathers, let me tell you. And you know, I think this match will resemble a cartoon, short, sweet andover in three minutes. So, Meg, Morgan, Aufwiedersehen.
Kurt performs a courtsy. Now even the homeless people are staring at him, after having just given that big long monologue to no one. He turns back and eyes one of the homeless guys.
Kurt: Don't look at me like I'm crazy. You can see I'm talking to a camera.
Director: Goddamn it Kurt! How many times do we have to tell you not to mention the camera! CUT!
Sharply exit to black.
