Post by Thunder on Dec 13, 2006 17:50:52 GMT -5
The scene opens in a dirty, disgusting bar. Broken beer bottles are scattered around the floor. The bar permanently smells of vomit. The patrons aren’t much better. Some are passed out on their tables, others vomiting in buckets. Men with greasy hair wearing tattered clothes approach the women who are at the bar. The women are about as slutty as possible: heavy makeup, blouses cut so low that nothing is left to the imagination, skirts as short as possible. The true dregs of society are in this bar, the lowest of the low. Amidst all of the action in the bar, the front door opens. A few people look up, but most continue their drunken ways. Kurt Burton walks through the door first, with Kat Hamilton closely behind. They both have a smile on their faces, as this is their favorite bar. Thunder enters last, and his reaction couldn’t be more different. His jaw nearly hits the floor once he says the patrons of the bar.
Thunder: What the hell…
Kat: It’s great isn’t it?
Thunder continues to look around the bar. It seems as if there are low-lifes everywhere, the very people he attempts to avoid. A heavily intoxicated man blows Kat a kiss. She simply turns away. Kurt turns to her in concern
Kurt: Want me to kick his ass?
Kat: No, let’s just sit down.
They begin to walk to the bar stools at the front. Kurt sits down first, leaving a seat between himself and the woman who wears a ridiculous amount of makeup. Next to her is a bag with a change of clothes in it.
Kurt: There’s someone that came prepared.
Kat and Thunder sit down right after Kurt. A bartender wearing a blue t-shirt walks over to the three of them.
Bartender: Hey, Kurt, Kat. The usual Jack Daniels?
Kurt: Nah, let’s spice it up… Three Holy Sh*t Jesus F*cks.
Bartender: Okay, be right back.
The bartender walks away.
Thunder: I don’t mean to offend you guys, but this place is a dump.
Kat: But it has certain charm to it.
A man staggers around the room, eventually throwing up on the floor.
Thunder: Oh yeah, lots of charm.
The bartender returns with three shot glasses in hand. The mixture in the glass is a putrid brownish red color.
Bartender: Here you go. Three Holy Sh*t Jesus F*cks.
Thunder reaches into his pocket and hands the bartender a few dollars, just enough to pay for the cost of the drinks. The bartender nods his head in acknowledgement and walks away.
Thunder: He doesn’t deserve a tip. Why is this called a Holy Sh*t Jesus F*ck?
Kurt: You’ll find out.
In unison, all three down their shots. The face of revolt is shared by all three. Thunder cries out.
Thunder: Holy Sh*t Jesus F*ck!
Bartender: Anything else for you?
Kurt: Jack Daniels, in a bottle.
Thunder: Vodka Martini.
Kat: Two slow Gin Fizzes.
Kurt: Wow… you sure you can handle that.
She slams her hand on the counter, as the fire enters her eyes.
Kat: I never get to drink, because I’m always carting your drunk ass around. SO I’m enjoying it tonight, got it.
Thunder and Kurt both recoil in a look of terror as she turns her attention back to the bartender.
Kurt Burton: Anyway, let’s talk about our match this week at Felo-De-Se.
Thunder: Well, I’ve dealt with Miguel Sanchez before—
He stops speaking as the man who came onto Kat earlier begins to walk over. His features now become more clear: his hair, greasy, is slicked back and he wears a blue leisure suit. Kat breathes a sigh of relief when it is obvious the man is going after the woman next to Kurt and not her.
Man: Hey baby, how are you doing?
She smiles at him.
Woman: Not too bad, how about yourself?
Man: I’m doing a lot better now that I’ve met you.
Once again, she smiles and laughs.
Man: You know, I just got a great idea.
Woman: What’s that?
Man: I’d like to rearrange the alphabet and put you and I together.
The woman groans at him in disgust and leaves with her drink and bag.
Kat: That’s the first time she’s ever said no.
The Bartender returns with the drinks. He sets down a wide and short wine glass full of clear liquid with an olive.
Bartender: One vodka martini...
He sets a bottle of Jack Daniels down, gracefully popping the top at the same time.
Bartender: One bottle of Jack Daniels...
He lays down two plastic cups on the counter.
Bartender: And two slow gin fizzes for the lovely lady.
The moment they touch the table, Kat has snatched them up. Kat tosses the drinks down her throat back to back, slamming the paper cups down and crumpling them.
Kat: I’ll have another.
Kurt and Thunder both stare in amazement, as the bartender walks off for another drink. Thunder and Kurt both take a drink. A few seconds later, the bartender returns with another fizz.
Kat: Thanks.
Kurt: Anyway, back to the match.
Thunder: Like I was saying before, Miguel Sanchez is nothing to worry about. I’ve fought him numerous times in other federations and every time I beat him handily. There’s only one thing different about him this time. Now he’s rambling on and on about being a sinner. And he’s right. Miguel Sanchez is just like every scumbag in this bar. He does all of the horrible things these people do, with one difference. He’s feels remorse after he “sins”, but he never does anything about it. He’ll never turn his life around and he’ll never defeat me. I’ll take care of Miguel and you can get Skyler Striker.
While Thunder was talking, the other two continued to drink. Kat finishes up her second, and orders another.
Kat: Striker seems pretty weird.
Kurt: Yeah, he’s always talking about being on a crusade or something like that.
Kat: So he’s fighting a military battle to spread religion?
Kurt: It would appear that way.
Thunder: You forgot that he’s also furious.
Kurt: Yeah, and he always dresses in that torn up jogging suit. The man is a joke. He doesn’t have style like us.
Kurt motions downwards to his all leather ensemble. Thunder rolls his eyes at the suggestion that they are equivalently clothed. Kurt, disappointed, turns his head, but then has a revelation.
Kurt: And he’s always hanging out in construction sites, like he’s some homeless guy, and we all know how I handle homeless guys.
Thunder: Sounds pretty fruity if you ask me.
Kurt: You watch your mouth!
Thunder: I was talking about Striker.
Kurt: Ohh… well they don’t call him the furry crusader for nothing.
The bartender walks over with another drink for Kat. She drinks some of it.
Kurt: So yeah, we’ve got nothing to worry about. Miguel “Evil Bastard with a Heart of Gold” Sanchez and Skyler “I can’t even dress myself, let alone wrestle” Striker will be no problem.
Thunder: You’re right about that.
Before they can say another word, a man stumbles towards them. While doing this, he trips and spills his beer on Thunder’s sports coat. Thunder gets off the bar stool and begins to shout at the man.
Thunder: What the hell is wrong with you drunk bastard? Look what you did to my sports coat!
Thunder takes the sports coat off and throws it on the floor. He rears back for a punch, but Kurt holds him back.
Kurt: Calm down. I can’t get in another fight here, it’ll be like the third this week.
Kat: And that’s pushing it even for you.
Thunder: Let’s get out of here. I can’t stand to be in this hellhole any longer.
Kurt: Hey, we’ll go to a sushi bar to make up for it. Sound good?
Thunder: I guess so.
Kurt: Kat’s in no condition to drive, you’ll have to get your chauffer to take us.
Thunder: That’s no problem.
Kat hands the bartender, who is walking by, the amount of money she owes him. They leave the bar as the scene fades.
To be continued
Thunder: What the hell…
Kat: It’s great isn’t it?
Thunder continues to look around the bar. It seems as if there are low-lifes everywhere, the very people he attempts to avoid. A heavily intoxicated man blows Kat a kiss. She simply turns away. Kurt turns to her in concern
Kurt: Want me to kick his ass?
Kat: No, let’s just sit down.
They begin to walk to the bar stools at the front. Kurt sits down first, leaving a seat between himself and the woman who wears a ridiculous amount of makeup. Next to her is a bag with a change of clothes in it.
Kurt: There’s someone that came prepared.
Kat and Thunder sit down right after Kurt. A bartender wearing a blue t-shirt walks over to the three of them.
Bartender: Hey, Kurt, Kat. The usual Jack Daniels?
Kurt: Nah, let’s spice it up… Three Holy Sh*t Jesus F*cks.
Bartender: Okay, be right back.
The bartender walks away.
Thunder: I don’t mean to offend you guys, but this place is a dump.
Kat: But it has certain charm to it.
A man staggers around the room, eventually throwing up on the floor.
Thunder: Oh yeah, lots of charm.
The bartender returns with three shot glasses in hand. The mixture in the glass is a putrid brownish red color.
Bartender: Here you go. Three Holy Sh*t Jesus F*cks.
Thunder reaches into his pocket and hands the bartender a few dollars, just enough to pay for the cost of the drinks. The bartender nods his head in acknowledgement and walks away.
Thunder: He doesn’t deserve a tip. Why is this called a Holy Sh*t Jesus F*ck?
Kurt: You’ll find out.
In unison, all three down their shots. The face of revolt is shared by all three. Thunder cries out.
Thunder: Holy Sh*t Jesus F*ck!
Bartender: Anything else for you?
Kurt: Jack Daniels, in a bottle.
Thunder: Vodka Martini.
Kat: Two slow Gin Fizzes.
Kurt: Wow… you sure you can handle that.
She slams her hand on the counter, as the fire enters her eyes.
Kat: I never get to drink, because I’m always carting your drunk ass around. SO I’m enjoying it tonight, got it.
Thunder and Kurt both recoil in a look of terror as she turns her attention back to the bartender.
Kurt Burton: Anyway, let’s talk about our match this week at Felo-De-Se.
Thunder: Well, I’ve dealt with Miguel Sanchez before—
He stops speaking as the man who came onto Kat earlier begins to walk over. His features now become more clear: his hair, greasy, is slicked back and he wears a blue leisure suit. Kat breathes a sigh of relief when it is obvious the man is going after the woman next to Kurt and not her.
Man: Hey baby, how are you doing?
She smiles at him.
Woman: Not too bad, how about yourself?
Man: I’m doing a lot better now that I’ve met you.
Once again, she smiles and laughs.
Man: You know, I just got a great idea.
Woman: What’s that?
Man: I’d like to rearrange the alphabet and put you and I together.
The woman groans at him in disgust and leaves with her drink and bag.
Kat: That’s the first time she’s ever said no.
The Bartender returns with the drinks. He sets down a wide and short wine glass full of clear liquid with an olive.
Bartender: One vodka martini...
He sets a bottle of Jack Daniels down, gracefully popping the top at the same time.
Bartender: One bottle of Jack Daniels...
He lays down two plastic cups on the counter.
Bartender: And two slow gin fizzes for the lovely lady.
The moment they touch the table, Kat has snatched them up. Kat tosses the drinks down her throat back to back, slamming the paper cups down and crumpling them.
Kat: I’ll have another.
Kurt and Thunder both stare in amazement, as the bartender walks off for another drink. Thunder and Kurt both take a drink. A few seconds later, the bartender returns with another fizz.
Kat: Thanks.
Kurt: Anyway, back to the match.
Thunder: Like I was saying before, Miguel Sanchez is nothing to worry about. I’ve fought him numerous times in other federations and every time I beat him handily. There’s only one thing different about him this time. Now he’s rambling on and on about being a sinner. And he’s right. Miguel Sanchez is just like every scumbag in this bar. He does all of the horrible things these people do, with one difference. He’s feels remorse after he “sins”, but he never does anything about it. He’ll never turn his life around and he’ll never defeat me. I’ll take care of Miguel and you can get Skyler Striker.
While Thunder was talking, the other two continued to drink. Kat finishes up her second, and orders another.
Kat: Striker seems pretty weird.
Kurt: Yeah, he’s always talking about being on a crusade or something like that.
Kat: So he’s fighting a military battle to spread religion?
Kurt: It would appear that way.
Thunder: You forgot that he’s also furious.
Kurt: Yeah, and he always dresses in that torn up jogging suit. The man is a joke. He doesn’t have style like us.
Kurt motions downwards to his all leather ensemble. Thunder rolls his eyes at the suggestion that they are equivalently clothed. Kurt, disappointed, turns his head, but then has a revelation.
Kurt: And he’s always hanging out in construction sites, like he’s some homeless guy, and we all know how I handle homeless guys.
Thunder: Sounds pretty fruity if you ask me.
Kurt: You watch your mouth!
Thunder: I was talking about Striker.
Kurt: Ohh… well they don’t call him the furry crusader for nothing.
The bartender walks over with another drink for Kat. She drinks some of it.
Kurt: So yeah, we’ve got nothing to worry about. Miguel “Evil Bastard with a Heart of Gold” Sanchez and Skyler “I can’t even dress myself, let alone wrestle” Striker will be no problem.
Thunder: You’re right about that.
Before they can say another word, a man stumbles towards them. While doing this, he trips and spills his beer on Thunder’s sports coat. Thunder gets off the bar stool and begins to shout at the man.
Thunder: What the hell is wrong with you drunk bastard? Look what you did to my sports coat!
Thunder takes the sports coat off and throws it on the floor. He rears back for a punch, but Kurt holds him back.
Kurt: Calm down. I can’t get in another fight here, it’ll be like the third this week.
Kat: And that’s pushing it even for you.
Thunder: Let’s get out of here. I can’t stand to be in this hellhole any longer.
Kurt: Hey, we’ll go to a sushi bar to make up for it. Sound good?
Thunder: I guess so.
Kurt: Kat’s in no condition to drive, you’ll have to get your chauffer to take us.
Thunder: That’s no problem.
Kat hands the bartender, who is walking by, the amount of money she owes him. They leave the bar as the scene fades.
To be continued
