Post by Kurt Burton: Script Doctor! on Feb 3, 2007 15:34:24 GMT -5
The bright lights of the city create a slight haze on the street as the snow drifts down to the street. The normally busy streets lined with bars & tattoo parlors are practically deserted. A handful of pedestrians run here and there, moving quickly to avoid the biting cold plaguing the street. Kurt stumbles out from around the corner. He looks at all the people, bundled in their large parka’s, bustling as though this mild chill is going to kill them. He knew how to keep the cold at bay though. He reached into the pocket of his leather jacket, producing his flask. He took a huge swig, as he continued wandering down the street.
The sight of snow always brought back bad memories. He rubbed the long scar running down his face. Every time it snowed in this God forsaken town, everyone rushed to their homes, locking themselves away from the world, as though this snow was a lethal force. He knew the truth, that he was the most lethal force on these streets right now.
“Kurt!” [/i]
The sound rang out through the streets like a gunshot. He turned and looked. He couldn’t make out more than shapes at this point. But he could here her, calling his name. He could hear nothing on the street but her voice. That and the sound of her high heeled boots clicking against the pavement as she ran towards him.
Kat: What do you think you’re doing out here? [/i]
He thought for a moment. But nothing came to mind. He looked at her. Up close, he could see the beauty of her face. Her hair was being playfully tossed around by the wind. He looked down at the body he loved to play with, but it was covered by a large pink parka.
Kat: Kurt, what the hell is the matter with you. You’re acting like a total moron. You’re drunk aren’t you. [/i]
The words could not come to his mouth, so he simply replied with a shrug. He could not clearly make out the expression on her face, but he was sure it was one of disgust. She threw her arm around him, and began pulling him in the direction she had come running from.
Kat: You have got to stop doing this. You have an obligation to your partners in the Revolution now. You have an obligation to me. I am your manager Kurt, and I need you, we all need you performing at the peak of your abilities, not hung over and slow. [/i]
Kurt: I’m sorry. [/i]
The words slurred out of his mouth. A few drops of spit hit her face as the s tried to form on his lips.
Kat: You are so much better than you think Kurt. I know that you go around, running your mouth, talking a big game. But I know you Kurt, and sadly, I know you don’t believe your own hype. But you should. You gained a championship in this organization faster than anyone else on this roster. [/i]
Kurt raised his arm, excited.
Kurt: My second match! [/i]
Kat: Yes, your second match. You have already been a champion. And now you have a shot at the World championship Kurt. If you can win your match this week, you are in the match. But what are you doing? Are you training to improve your already impressive technical arsenal. No, you’re drunk wandering around in the cold, trying to catch pneumonia. [/i]
Kurt’s eyes raced across the streets. It seemed to him they were traveling at light speed, even though she was struggling to drag him around. His eye took hold of something, and he took the appearance of a kid in a candy store.
Kurt: I want to go there. [/i]
He pointed to an establishment with a pink awning, and a neon light in the shape of a girl. The awning read, “The Venus Lounge”.
Kat: No, absolutely not. [/i]
Kurt looked at her, and tried to drag her over to the bar. Kat dug her feet into the thin layer of snow, and resisted, clutching his arm tightly.
Kurt: Come on… [/i]
Kat: No. I normally don’t mind supporting my former profession, but not now. We have got to get you back to the hotel room, and ready for your match with Obo. [/i]
Suddenly Kurt stopped fighting. He turned around and looked at Kat. The look on his face kind of scared her. He shouted at the top of his lungs.
Kurt: F*ck Obo. That little
ing bitch. I’m fighting Obo. [/i]
Kat: Yes. [/i]
Kurt: He has my spot, that mutter f*cker. He thinks he’s some hot sh*t don’t he. He thinks because he’s been in this company for forever, he deserves my shot. The shot at the title is mine. MINE! I am the most impressive animal ever in the history of this company. I have broken more dreams and more bones than any other competitor. And I faced Reverend Shadow, who has to be the hardest competition in this company, while Obo walks into cake competition… Calvin and Miguel. A rabid squirrel could get the three count on those two. But Obo gets a shot. And Kurt, gets pushed aside. As always. Kurt gets forgotten. I have also kicked Miguel’s ass on many occassions, and Calvin’s ass on many ocassions… hell I’ve even kicked Obo’s ass. But I get thrown aside. [/i]
He pulls his arm away from Kat, and she falls backward into the snow. He marches off into a random direction.
Kurt: That formerly homeless piece of donkey crap thinks he’s going to get past me, he has another thing coming. I am the greatest technician this sport has seen. He, he’s just some garbage performer who likes to staple dollar bills to people. [/i]
Kat gets up, and brushes the snow off of herself. She is quick to catch up with the storming Burton, now looking like
Kurt: Obo thinks he can beat me. He’s pathetic. He came into this company, and struggled for years, to get where I got after only a few months. And he thinks I’m stealing something from him. It’s my spotlight Obo, Iing earned it. So at Felo de Se, when you and I lock up, make sure your precious daughter Jennifer is not watching. Bar her from the arena, cut the power cord to your TV at home Obo. Because this is a no DQ match, and believe me, it will get ugly. I don’t quite know, whether I’ll make you spit up your own blood, or whether I’ll break your bones and make you tap. But however I do it, you will regret it Obo. You will regret getting into this business after I get done with you. You see Obo, everything used to be a joke to me, but I’ll tell you one thing, you and your kind, you’re the joke. You’d rather hit someone over the head with a lightbulb than learn the maximum devestation of a wristlock. You’d rather throw your body at someone, than learn how to throw somene’s body. See, people like you, take the easy way out. You have no respect for the brutality that truly exists in this business. See Obo, you scar people, and I’ve already got scars. No biggie, I'm not afraid of you. But I cripple people. And Obo, after we get through, you will think of me everytime you take a breath, because your shattered ribs will scream “Burton!” [/i]
Kurt continues marching, marching off to some unknown point. Kat stops, and yells to him.
Kat: Kurt, the hotel is this way. Kurt! [/i]
She tries to follow after him.
Kat: You know, I think he really hates that guy.[/b] [/color][/i]
The sight of snow always brought back bad memories. He rubbed the long scar running down his face. Every time it snowed in this God forsaken town, everyone rushed to their homes, locking themselves away from the world, as though this snow was a lethal force. He knew the truth, that he was the most lethal force on these streets right now.
“Kurt!” [/i]
The sound rang out through the streets like a gunshot. He turned and looked. He couldn’t make out more than shapes at this point. But he could here her, calling his name. He could hear nothing on the street but her voice. That and the sound of her high heeled boots clicking against the pavement as she ran towards him.
Kat: What do you think you’re doing out here? [/i]
He thought for a moment. But nothing came to mind. He looked at her. Up close, he could see the beauty of her face. Her hair was being playfully tossed around by the wind. He looked down at the body he loved to play with, but it was covered by a large pink parka.
Kat: Kurt, what the hell is the matter with you. You’re acting like a total moron. You’re drunk aren’t you. [/i]
The words could not come to his mouth, so he simply replied with a shrug. He could not clearly make out the expression on her face, but he was sure it was one of disgust. She threw her arm around him, and began pulling him in the direction she had come running from.
Kat: You have got to stop doing this. You have an obligation to your partners in the Revolution now. You have an obligation to me. I am your manager Kurt, and I need you, we all need you performing at the peak of your abilities, not hung over and slow. [/i]
Kurt: I’m sorry. [/i]
The words slurred out of his mouth. A few drops of spit hit her face as the s tried to form on his lips.
Kat: You are so much better than you think Kurt. I know that you go around, running your mouth, talking a big game. But I know you Kurt, and sadly, I know you don’t believe your own hype. But you should. You gained a championship in this organization faster than anyone else on this roster. [/i]
Kurt raised his arm, excited.
Kurt: My second match! [/i]
Kat: Yes, your second match. You have already been a champion. And now you have a shot at the World championship Kurt. If you can win your match this week, you are in the match. But what are you doing? Are you training to improve your already impressive technical arsenal. No, you’re drunk wandering around in the cold, trying to catch pneumonia. [/i]
Kurt’s eyes raced across the streets. It seemed to him they were traveling at light speed, even though she was struggling to drag him around. His eye took hold of something, and he took the appearance of a kid in a candy store.
Kurt: I want to go there. [/i]
He pointed to an establishment with a pink awning, and a neon light in the shape of a girl. The awning read, “The Venus Lounge”.
Kat: No, absolutely not. [/i]
Kurt looked at her, and tried to drag her over to the bar. Kat dug her feet into the thin layer of snow, and resisted, clutching his arm tightly.
Kurt: Come on… [/i]
Kat: No. I normally don’t mind supporting my former profession, but not now. We have got to get you back to the hotel room, and ready for your match with Obo. [/i]
Suddenly Kurt stopped fighting. He turned around and looked at Kat. The look on his face kind of scared her. He shouted at the top of his lungs.
Kurt: F*ck Obo. That little
ing bitch. I’m fighting Obo. [/i]Kat: Yes. [/i]
Kurt: He has my spot, that mutter f*cker. He thinks he’s some hot sh*t don’t he. He thinks because he’s been in this company for forever, he deserves my shot. The shot at the title is mine. MINE! I am the most impressive animal ever in the history of this company. I have broken more dreams and more bones than any other competitor. And I faced Reverend Shadow, who has to be the hardest competition in this company, while Obo walks into cake competition… Calvin and Miguel. A rabid squirrel could get the three count on those two. But Obo gets a shot. And Kurt, gets pushed aside. As always. Kurt gets forgotten. I have also kicked Miguel’s ass on many occassions, and Calvin’s ass on many ocassions… hell I’ve even kicked Obo’s ass. But I get thrown aside. [/i]
He pulls his arm away from Kat, and she falls backward into the snow. He marches off into a random direction.
Kurt: That formerly homeless piece of donkey crap thinks he’s going to get past me, he has another thing coming. I am the greatest technician this sport has seen. He, he’s just some garbage performer who likes to staple dollar bills to people. [/i]
Kat gets up, and brushes the snow off of herself. She is quick to catch up with the storming Burton, now looking like
Kurt: Obo thinks he can beat me. He’s pathetic. He came into this company, and struggled for years, to get where I got after only a few months. And he thinks I’m stealing something from him. It’s my spotlight Obo, I
ing earned it. So at Felo de Se, when you and I lock up, make sure your precious daughter Jennifer is not watching. Bar her from the arena, cut the power cord to your TV at home Obo. Because this is a no DQ match, and believe me, it will get ugly. I don’t quite know, whether I’ll make you spit up your own blood, or whether I’ll break your bones and make you tap. But however I do it, you will regret it Obo. You will regret getting into this business after I get done with you. You see Obo, everything used to be a joke to me, but I’ll tell you one thing, you and your kind, you’re the joke. You’d rather hit someone over the head with a lightbulb than learn the maximum devestation of a wristlock. You’d rather throw your body at someone, than learn how to throw somene’s body. See, people like you, take the easy way out. You have no respect for the brutality that truly exists in this business. See Obo, you scar people, and I’ve already got scars. No biggie, I'm not afraid of you. But I cripple people. And Obo, after we get through, you will think of me everytime you take a breath, because your shattered ribs will scream “Burton!” [/i]Kurt continues marching, marching off to some unknown point. Kat stops, and yells to him.
Kat: Kurt, the hotel is this way. Kurt! [/i]
She tries to follow after him.
Kat: You know, I think he really hates that guy.[/b] [/color][/i]
