Post by Kurt Burton: Script Doctor! on Oct 21, 2006 14:48:09 GMT -5
The dark streets of Cincinnati are being bombed from the heavens. The rain pours down like a hail of bullets, propelled at such Velocity, that it stings when the drops make contact. No one would be stupid enough to walk in this weather, or drive, but one man is drunk enough. Kurt Burton walks through the torrential downpour, with the rain beating against his leather jacket. His normal arrogant swagger has been replaced by a depressed drunken stagger. He stares at the deserted streets. A few cabs here and there, but literally no one else. He finds it odd, as normally even a gigantic blizzard could not keep the drones of this city off of the streets.
He pulls the paper bag to his lips once more. He reaches for his cigarettes, but realizes the pack is soaked, and every single cigarette is ruined. He tosses the pack out into the street, landing it in a puddle with a splash. He sits down at a bus stop, sipping away.
His mind wanders. As it meanders through random images, his favorite groupies, his greatest show, it skips and jumps through all time periods of his life. But he begins to think about Odium. The Orgy championship on the line, and his partner had told him right before the match, he would be leaving for another company. Standing no chance, fighting with a man absent of drive, lacking in ambition, Kurt’s shoulders had gotten pinned, and he had lost his precious belt. It was not the first time he had ever lost something important to him. He leaned back on the bench and closed his eyes.
##########Five years ago###########
Pitch Black. I love the Darkness. I feel dizzy. Maybe it’s the dark. Open your eyes. They won’t open. Where am I? I feel sick. What is in my throat, I’m going to choke. What is going on?
Female Voice: Mr. Burton![/i]
Man she is shrill. Who is that? AM I dead, am I in heaven. I wouldn’t go to heaven, and I don’t think this is hell. It’s a tube, a tube is in my throat. I can’t scream, I can’t open my eyes.
Male Voice: Mr Burton, can you hear me.. nod if you can.[/i]
I can nod, Mr. Barry White
Male Voice: My name is Dr. Phibs. You were in an auto accident, you were hit by a drunk driver.[/i]
a**hole!
Male: Mr. Burton, please do not touch that tube in your throat. Your windpipe has been crushed, and that is all that is letting you breathe right now. You cannot take that out. Your eyes and throat were severely injured in the accident. Your eyes have been taped shut while they heal. We expect a small loss of vision, but you should recover one hundred percent. Your throat is another matter entirely. We have done everything we can, but we do not know if it will ever fully heal. I’m afraid you will have to give up your music.[/i]
Speechless...thoughtless...hopeless
########Present day #############
Kurt takes another sip from his bottle. He stares blankly, intently looking past this rathole city and into the future.
Kurt: I have suffered another major loss. A loss caused by the treachery of my friend and partner. A loss to two atheletes that I have no respect for. They worked as the better team that night, and they took my belt. That’s right, my belt. I won it for my team the Revolution, and I held the Revolution afloat, lifting Manny C onto my shoulders, and carrying him like the dead weight he is. And now, the one time I relied upon him, he let me down. But he is gone now, history. And the future awaits. It will be a long road for me to rebuild the Revolution, but not as long as you would think. And it starts, this Sunday, at Odium. I will be taking on Saku. Saku, the devastating high flyer. The Hardcore Madman. Well Saku, I am called the Metal Madman. Hardcore and Metal, hmm… looks interesting and fun. But what will not be fun is being in your shoes Saku. You see, I want my belt back. I need my belt back, and Saku, there will be no escape for you. You will be destroyed. I am the career killer and your next. And then there’s Hacker. You know I almost took you seriously. But then I saw that bald little head of yours, and I had to laugh. Are you trying to be Mr. Kung Fu… Mr Badass. Well, to me your just a lameass trying to make your way in a business you know nothing about. You do not concern me. You are beneath me. And after I destroy both of you, in that ring, on Sunday… I will turn back for that which is important, that which does concern me. My title belt![/i]
Kurt springs off of the bench. Taking another sip from his bottle, he storms off once again, fighting that viscious rain.[/b]
He pulls the paper bag to his lips once more. He reaches for his cigarettes, but realizes the pack is soaked, and every single cigarette is ruined. He tosses the pack out into the street, landing it in a puddle with a splash. He sits down at a bus stop, sipping away.
His mind wanders. As it meanders through random images, his favorite groupies, his greatest show, it skips and jumps through all time periods of his life. But he begins to think about Odium. The Orgy championship on the line, and his partner had told him right before the match, he would be leaving for another company. Standing no chance, fighting with a man absent of drive, lacking in ambition, Kurt’s shoulders had gotten pinned, and he had lost his precious belt. It was not the first time he had ever lost something important to him. He leaned back on the bench and closed his eyes.
##########Five years ago###########
Pitch Black. I love the Darkness. I feel dizzy. Maybe it’s the dark. Open your eyes. They won’t open. Where am I? I feel sick. What is in my throat, I’m going to choke. What is going on?
Female Voice: Mr. Burton![/i]
Man she is shrill. Who is that? AM I dead, am I in heaven. I wouldn’t go to heaven, and I don’t think this is hell. It’s a tube, a tube is in my throat. I can’t scream, I can’t open my eyes.
Male Voice: Mr Burton, can you hear me.. nod if you can.[/i]
I can nod, Mr. Barry White
Male Voice: My name is Dr. Phibs. You were in an auto accident, you were hit by a drunk driver.[/i]
a**hole!
Male: Mr. Burton, please do not touch that tube in your throat. Your windpipe has been crushed, and that is all that is letting you breathe right now. You cannot take that out. Your eyes and throat were severely injured in the accident. Your eyes have been taped shut while they heal. We expect a small loss of vision, but you should recover one hundred percent. Your throat is another matter entirely. We have done everything we can, but we do not know if it will ever fully heal. I’m afraid you will have to give up your music.[/i]
Speechless...thoughtless...hopeless
########Present day #############
Kurt takes another sip from his bottle. He stares blankly, intently looking past this rathole city and into the future.
Kurt: I have suffered another major loss. A loss caused by the treachery of my friend and partner. A loss to two atheletes that I have no respect for. They worked as the better team that night, and they took my belt. That’s right, my belt. I won it for my team the Revolution, and I held the Revolution afloat, lifting Manny C onto my shoulders, and carrying him like the dead weight he is. And now, the one time I relied upon him, he let me down. But he is gone now, history. And the future awaits. It will be a long road for me to rebuild the Revolution, but not as long as you would think. And it starts, this Sunday, at Odium. I will be taking on Saku. Saku, the devastating high flyer. The Hardcore Madman. Well Saku, I am called the Metal Madman. Hardcore and Metal, hmm… looks interesting and fun. But what will not be fun is being in your shoes Saku. You see, I want my belt back. I need my belt back, and Saku, there will be no escape for you. You will be destroyed. I am the career killer and your next. And then there’s Hacker. You know I almost took you seriously. But then I saw that bald little head of yours, and I had to laugh. Are you trying to be Mr. Kung Fu… Mr Badass. Well, to me your just a lameass trying to make your way in a business you know nothing about. You do not concern me. You are beneath me. And after I destroy both of you, in that ring, on Sunday… I will turn back for that which is important, that which does concern me. My title belt![/i]
Kurt springs off of the bench. Taking another sip from his bottle, he storms off once again, fighting that viscious rain.[/b]
