Post by Kurt Burton: Script Doctor! on Nov 21, 2006 18:09:59 GMT -5
In the city that God forgot, Somewhere in the Filipines, there sits a building, worn down from years of apathy. Its brick frame slanted, with a large sign over it, reading in some foreign language. It looks to have little redeeming quality to it. It’s dirty and decaying, much like the neighborhood surrounding. You would think that crime would run rampant in an area like this, but it is shockingly safe, as no one really seems to care. People hustle and bustle in front of the building, all with empty meaningless motion, pushing against the cool night wind.
Inside, the bar smells like a day old fish left out overnight. The dive is populated with all types of lowlifes; from the leisure suit clad wanna-be date-rapist eyeing the pool tables, to the hair-lipped hooker with a crotch high skirt, no panties, and a sore on her lip bending over the table. Pretty much, the bar is filled with the lowest of humanity, and is decorated to match its clientele. Posters for events long past are peeling from the stained walls, stained with vomit and blood and beer and God only knows what else. At the bar sits Kurt Burton, a man with his head held low. By his side as always, is the lovely and surprisingly collected Kat Hamilton. His hand is clasped around his bottle of Jack Daniels, and he drinks like a fish breathes. Kat looks on, with a look of disgust, as Kurt chugs the brown liquid, till it is gone. He flings it behind his back, where it shatters on the floor. His eyes search the bar from behind his blue tinted sunglasses until he finds what he is looking for.
Kurt: Another bottle.[/i]
Kat: We literally just got here.[/i]
Kurt turns to her, and looks at her.
Kurt: I know, I’m running behind.[/i]
Kat: This isn’t going to solve anything.[/i]
The pretty little barmaid of Hispanic decent brings over a new bottle. Kurt reaches into his pocket and pulls out a fresh fifty dollar bill.
Kurt: You keep the change.[/i]
She nods and smiles as she runs back to the task at hand washing the dishes.
Kat: Kurt, are you insane? Do you know the value of the currency here? That was nearly a fourty five dollar tip dollar tip? Do you know what the exchange rate is here?[/i]
Kurt: No, I’m not insane.[/i]
Kat: Then why the generosity?[/i]
Kurt: I’m not being generous. I don’t care. [/i]
Kat: Don’t you think you’re taking this all a little too hard?[/i]
Kurt: A little hard. Kat, did you open your eyes during that show? I was screwed.[/i]
He scoops the bottle up, and wraps his hand around the bottle top. He feverously twists the top, ripping the plastic from itself, tearing it, until the cap pops off into his hand.
Kurt: Not just screwed, but royally screwed. I outwrestled EBR, but he hits one lucky little counter, and with a little help from some lax officiating, I’m counted out. I mean, do you think [/i]
He looks down, finally remembering the bottle. He sucks down the poison with gusto, and Slams the Bottle on the counter. Kat humphs him, and replies with a smartass tone.
Kat: Let me guess, no?[/i]
Kurt: Absolutely not.[/i]
Kat: Kurt, you were knocked out. You lost, face it.[/i]
Kurt turns to her, a fire blazing in his eyes. He stares at her with hunger.
Kurt: No, I was screwed. I was cheated out of my chance for vengeance. Screwed by some cocky legend, and a bribed official. And the worst part is, that motherf*cker ran away. And now, I have to face Percy.[/i]
Kat: There we go, so cheer up, and put the bottle down.[/i]
Kurt takes another swig, and Kat rips the bottle from his hand, spilling the sauce all over him.
Kat: That’s right Kurt, you get another chance. Another chance to prove yourself, over another legend of the WFWF.[/i]
Kurt: He ain’t a freaking legend, he’s a goddamn hobo. Like that little fruitcake Obo that I wiped the mat with. They were tag team partners once you know. [/i]
Kat: I know..[/i]
Kurt: And you see, the thing is, he wasn’t even the best of his tag team. Not like me. I was the shining star, the one destined for greatness. But Percy, he’s just a little
tard who didn’t realize how good he had it with Obo backing his pathetic ass up. And I’ve already beat Obo.[/i]
Kat: When did you beat Obo? [/i]
Kurt: You were there, back stage. I took him on with that slutty chick. [/i]
Kat: That was a handicap match. It was a three on two match! It’s not like you took him on one on one. You had Manny and Vanessa helping you.[/i]
Kurt spins around in his stool, paying her no heed. As his rotation comes to a stop, he wobbles back and forth..
Kurt: Whoa, I think this is starting to kick in.[/i]
He swivels his stool around, and looks through the bar. He begins eyeing the creepy man in the corner. The man licks his lips as he burns a hole through the barely existing skirt of the young woman. Kurt snickers to himself.
Kat: What’s so funny?[/i]
Kurt: He doesn’t know how bad his ass is going to get kicked at Felo De Se. See, I’m Kurt Burton, the master of mayhem, the career killer. I ended Trent’s career, I ended Tyger’s career. Sure, he came back for one last match, but he sucked. I kept the world from ever having to see the likes of Kid Spandex, and Venom. I took Spider out, and soon his tag team partner as well. But everyone wants to think, wants to act, like I’m no threat, like I’m no competition. Everyone wants to act like I’m some kind of goddam joke. Well, at Felo De Se, it’s time for a little reminder..[/i]
The young woman has now finished her game; she throws on her coat and begins walking towards the door, the pervert hot on her heels. Kurt stands up, and starts to follow.
Kat: Where are you going?[/i]
Kurt: I’m going to train; this will only take a minute.[/i]
Kurt follows the two outside. Kat grabs the bottle and takes a swig, when suddenly, the window of the bar shatters as the pervert comes crashing onto the floor.[/b]
Inside, the bar smells like a day old fish left out overnight. The dive is populated with all types of lowlifes; from the leisure suit clad wanna-be date-rapist eyeing the pool tables, to the hair-lipped hooker with a crotch high skirt, no panties, and a sore on her lip bending over the table. Pretty much, the bar is filled with the lowest of humanity, and is decorated to match its clientele. Posters for events long past are peeling from the stained walls, stained with vomit and blood and beer and God only knows what else. At the bar sits Kurt Burton, a man with his head held low. By his side as always, is the lovely and surprisingly collected Kat Hamilton. His hand is clasped around his bottle of Jack Daniels, and he drinks like a fish breathes. Kat looks on, with a look of disgust, as Kurt chugs the brown liquid, till it is gone. He flings it behind his back, where it shatters on the floor. His eyes search the bar from behind his blue tinted sunglasses until he finds what he is looking for.
Kurt: Another bottle.[/i]
Kat: We literally just got here.[/i]
Kurt turns to her, and looks at her.
Kurt: I know, I’m running behind.[/i]
Kat: This isn’t going to solve anything.[/i]
The pretty little barmaid of Hispanic decent brings over a new bottle. Kurt reaches into his pocket and pulls out a fresh fifty dollar bill.
Kurt: You keep the change.[/i]
She nods and smiles as she runs back to the task at hand washing the dishes.
Kat: Kurt, are you insane? Do you know the value of the currency here? That was nearly a fourty five dollar tip dollar tip? Do you know what the exchange rate is here?[/i]
Kurt: No, I’m not insane.[/i]
Kat: Then why the generosity?[/i]
Kurt: I’m not being generous. I don’t care. [/i]
Kat: Don’t you think you’re taking this all a little too hard?[/i]
Kurt: A little hard. Kat, did you open your eyes during that show? I was screwed.[/i]
He scoops the bottle up, and wraps his hand around the bottle top. He feverously twists the top, ripping the plastic from itself, tearing it, until the cap pops off into his hand.
Kurt: Not just screwed, but royally screwed. I outwrestled EBR, but he hits one lucky little counter, and with a little help from some lax officiating, I’m counted out. I mean, do you think [/i]
He looks down, finally remembering the bottle. He sucks down the poison with gusto, and Slams the Bottle on the counter. Kat humphs him, and replies with a smartass tone.
Kat: Let me guess, no?[/i]
Kurt: Absolutely not.[/i]
Kat: Kurt, you were knocked out. You lost, face it.[/i]
Kurt turns to her, a fire blazing in his eyes. He stares at her with hunger.
Kurt: No, I was screwed. I was cheated out of my chance for vengeance. Screwed by some cocky legend, and a bribed official. And the worst part is, that motherf*cker ran away. And now, I have to face Percy.[/i]
Kat: There we go, so cheer up, and put the bottle down.[/i]
Kurt takes another swig, and Kat rips the bottle from his hand, spilling the sauce all over him.
Kat: That’s right Kurt, you get another chance. Another chance to prove yourself, over another legend of the WFWF.[/i]
Kurt: He ain’t a freaking legend, he’s a goddamn hobo. Like that little fruitcake Obo that I wiped the mat with. They were tag team partners once you know. [/i]
Kat: I know..[/i]
Kurt: And you see, the thing is, he wasn’t even the best of his tag team. Not like me. I was the shining star, the one destined for greatness. But Percy, he’s just a little
tard who didn’t realize how good he had it with Obo backing his pathetic ass up. And I’ve already beat Obo.[/i]Kat: When did you beat Obo? [/i]
Kurt: You were there, back stage. I took him on with that slutty chick. [/i]
Kat: That was a handicap match. It was a three on two match! It’s not like you took him on one on one. You had Manny and Vanessa helping you.[/i]
Kurt spins around in his stool, paying her no heed. As his rotation comes to a stop, he wobbles back and forth..
Kurt: Whoa, I think this is starting to kick in.[/i]
He swivels his stool around, and looks through the bar. He begins eyeing the creepy man in the corner. The man licks his lips as he burns a hole through the barely existing skirt of the young woman. Kurt snickers to himself.
Kat: What’s so funny?[/i]
Kurt: He doesn’t know how bad his ass is going to get kicked at Felo De Se. See, I’m Kurt Burton, the master of mayhem, the career killer. I ended Trent’s career, I ended Tyger’s career. Sure, he came back for one last match, but he sucked. I kept the world from ever having to see the likes of Kid Spandex, and Venom. I took Spider out, and soon his tag team partner as well. But everyone wants to think, wants to act, like I’m no threat, like I’m no competition. Everyone wants to act like I’m some kind of goddam joke. Well, at Felo De Se, it’s time for a little reminder..[/i]
The young woman has now finished her game; she throws on her coat and begins walking towards the door, the pervert hot on her heels. Kurt stands up, and starts to follow.
Kat: Where are you going?[/i]
Kurt: I’m going to train; this will only take a minute.[/i]
Kurt follows the two outside. Kat grabs the bottle and takes a swig, when suddenly, the window of the bar shatters as the pervert comes crashing onto the floor.[/b]
