Post by Kurt Burton: Script Doctor! on Sept 25, 2007 20:12:37 GMT -5
It is an all too familiar scene, the rough and tumble bar. The miscreants inhabiting this dive are the lowest scum of humanity. Whores, felons, and sitting in the center of the bar is the lowest of them all. His head held low, the fluorescent lighting dancing off his bright green hair. His arm supporting by a sling, he takes a huge gulp of his bottle of Jack Daniels. Sitting to his right, is his lovely companion, Kat Hamilton. Dolled up for a huge night on the town, she looks sad, most likely due to finding herself in the same old monotonous locale.
Kat: Don’t worry so much. Your shoulder will heal.
Kurt: I don’t care. That little prick is going to pay.
Kat: He has been your friend for months Kurt, he’s helped you buy that house…
He looks up from the bar, swaying on his stool as he struggles to look her in the eye.
Kurt: I don’t want to hear about what he’s done for us. I only care about what he did to me. Friend, you call this the action of a friend.
Kurt motioned to the sling. He obviously did not notice the volume of his voice, as Kat recoiled from his lashing, terrified.
Kurt: Why are you so quick to defend him?
Kat: I’m not. I’m just saying it was the heat of the moment.
Kurt laughed.
Kat: What? That was one of the most competitive matches I have ever seen you in. He did what it took to get the job done. You would have done the same to him.
Kurt: It’s not that… I see why you’re defending him. The heat of the moment, getting the job done… your
ing him.
Kat: What?
The look on her face was that of someone taking a slug through the chest. His comment struck her right through the heart.
Kurt: I saw the way you looked at him every time you brought us down to the ring… you were thinking, this guysing loaded…
Kat: You’re loaded.
She turned away from him. He took this as an invitation, to go for the kill. He leaned closer to her, as she struggled to hold back her tears.
Kurt: I have a question. I’ve seen him in the locker-room after the matches. Could you actually feel his needle dick inside you?
She turned quickly right into his face.
Kat: You need to stop right now.
Kurt: Of course you couldn’t. You can’t feel a thing down there anymore can you? Is it time to put that **** to sleep? It’s been through a lot.
Without even a moment of hesitation, her hand cracked him in the jaw. He lost his balance, sliding off of his stool. He laughed, as Kat gathered her things to go. She began walking towards the door, but he sprung up, and jumped in her way.
Kurt: And so this is how it is? I bring you up from a nasty little dive of a strip club. I show you the bright lights, the big money, and when the chips are down, you do what everyone else does. Turn your back on me.
Kat tried to pass him, but he grabbed her and held on. The confrontation began to attract the attention of everyone in the bar. All eyes were on him.
Kat: Let go of me!
Her voice trembled with terror. The face she stared at was not the same she had known. This face was sick, twisted. The veins in his neck and forehead bulged like a gorilla on a rampage.
Kurt: Why? SO you caning stab me in the back like everyone else.
A hand landed on his shoulder. Kurt turned, and found himself face to face with one large angry man in a wife beater.
Man: I think you need to let the lady go.
Kurt: Listen Honkey tonk… get your filthy paw off me before I have to call your sister and tell her she’s a widow.
The man went to swing, but even in this liquored up state, instinct took over. Kurt ducked the blow, and shoved Kat down. He reached behind him, grabbing an ashtray from the bar. He slammed it with all his might into the man's temple. The crack of the ashtray rang through the bar. The broken shards of glass scraped the man’s face, instantly turning him into a bloody mess. He fell to the ground, causing a mild tremble. Kurt kicked him, square in the ribs, but the man didn’t move. Kurt went for another kick, but before he could, other denizens of the bar were on him. A right hook found its mark, slamming into his face. He staggered as a man knocked him into the wall. He could feel the inexpensive drywall crack behind the force of the blow, and the world went black.
The familiar beep woke him. Not again he thought. He slowly opened his eyes. At least he wasn’t mummified this time. There was no tube in his throat. He looked around the room, the pale blue walls, the floral curtain to his right. He was back in the hospital. He looked down, seeing the robe, the cheap scratchy sheets. No one was in the room. He was alone, and abandoned. God, this was like the repeat from hell. He felt a sting as he drew in a deep breath. His ribs seared in pain. Stubborn as ever, he looked around the room. He saw an envelope on the bedside table. With great strain, he reached over to grab it.
He opened it, and found a handwritten letter. Well, don’t got crap else to do.
He unfolded the paper. It was riddled with tear drops.
Kurt,
I am sorry to do things like this. But I will not allow myself to go down this road again. The wild accusations, the threats. I have never been unfaithful to you Kurt, but you can’t see that. All you can see is that things aren’t going your way, and you want to lash out. I’ve been there before, and I know that look in someone’s eyes. You wanted to hit me, and you would have, if that man had not intervened. I can’t handle this Kurt. You have been on a downward spiral for too long. I have done everything in my capability as your manager and your lover, to try and raise you up from the darkness that you have succumbed to. But I can’t help you Kurt. I love you. I have for a long time, but I will not allow you to pull me down into the abyss with you. When the doctors release you, I will not be at home. I don’t know where I am going, but don’t try to find me. I hope, that you can find whatever it is that you are missing, and I am sorry that I could not be that for you.
I will always love you,
Kat.
Tears welled up, as he laid the letter down. Alone again.
Kurt did not realize how incredibly lucky he actually was. After the men beat him, they drove him to the hospital, and dropped him off. Leaving him in a bloody pile at the entrance. Kurt refused to press charges, claiming he didn’t know what happened. Those men couldn’t afford any sort of police investigation, as being at that bar would have been a violation of their paroles. And Kurt would have found himself in just as sticky of a situation. And so he healed up, alone, sinking further into the depression which had taken over his life. Then, about six weeks after this incident, he received a plane ticket.
He happily returned to the WFWF locker-room. At the arena he was greeted by a familiar face.
“Wayne.”
Kurt stepped out of the taxi, and there stood the tall imposing figure of Wayne McGurk. He walked up, and Wayne extended his hand. The two shared a laugh, as Wayne caught Kurt up with everything that had gone down since he left. They made their way down the corridor of the arena.
Wayne: So how’s Kat doing, have you talked to her.
Kurt: I don’t want to talk about that skank. It’s over, and I’m done. I can do a lot better than her.
Wayne shook his head, as Wayne opened the door of the locker-room. Kurt stepped through the door. He looked around the room, and found it odd that several of the wrestlers were sitting on fold out chairs, instead of preparing for the match. And then it dawned on Kurt, there were several people in this room not contracted to the WFWF.
Kurt: What the is this?
A man in a suit stepped forward. He was a small chubby man, with neatly combed hair.
Dr. Scott: I believe I can answer that. I am Dr. Scott, addiction specialist. Kurt, your disease has affected everyone in this room, and they have decided that you need help. This is an intervention. Please have a seat.
The rage began to build inside him. How dare they? This is some kind of sick joke.
Kurt: No thank you. Kurt turned to leave, but the door was blocked.
Wayne: Kurt this is for your own good. Sit down and do what the doctor says.
Kurt: Absolutely not. Get out of my way.
Wayne crossed his arms. He stared down Kurt as he towered over him.
Wayne: Sit down now, or you do not have a job.
Of all the chair shots, flaming tables, and Kendo Sticks he had taken in his career, these words had struck through him worse than anything he had ever known. He reluctantly pulled up a chair, and slammed his ass into a seat.
Kurt: Ok, so you guys are going to rip me to pieces for the next hour, talk about how crapty of a person I am, how much Kurt sucks. Well go ahead, I see you guys have pulled out some greats. There’s Justin Tyme, Justin Tyger, holy crap… is that Kid Spandex? Where the…
Dr. Scott: Kurt, we are going to get started. Now, I am going to take a moment to explain how this works. Each of the people in this room will get to air their grievances against you. You will not respond. You will listen. You will hear what each of these people have to say about your choices. And when they are finished, you will be presented with a new choice. Who would like to start us off?
Before the doctor could say anything, Yukio Blaze jumped in.
Blaze: Kurt, I don’t like you. I never have. You are an bunghole, a drunk, and pretty much a pathetic loser. I think this of you, because you have done nothing but dump on me from the moment you got into this fed. It was like you signed on the dotted line and said, I’m going to with this guy. And that really pisses me off Kurt. Because at one time, I thought there may be a decent individual in you, but you aligned yourself with Drakz and Kyzer. Since then, you have given me nothing but crap.
Kurt: Oh wah wah you big baby. Suck it up…
Dr. Scott: Kurt, I will not allow this. I am in charge of this room, and these people will speak their minds in peace, without confrontation from you.
Kurt: He was being confrontational with me. Did you here him?
Dr. Scott: Kurt: Silence.
The rest of the men each took their turn, each one was like a slap in the face, none of them said anything kind. Kurt looked about ready to blow, when Wayne spoke.
Wayne: Kurt, you and I… we’ve been friends a while. Ever since you got here actually. You and I would hit a bar or two before I’d catch my flight. You’d always act like nothing was the matter with you. You’d sit there, slamming back your whiskey, bitching about how no one in this company took you seriously. And it made me think about me, when I first came here, and they showed me the door. But I came back. And I saw that in your eyes man, that fire, that passion. And I’ve watched it fade away. Slowly and surely. I’ve watched you blame everyone for your losses, everyone except you. I’ve seen your disease progress. Hell, I can’t even remember the last time you were sober. But I’ve stood by you, because you’re my friend. A month and a half ago, we were held over in Cincinnati, and it all started changing man.
The big man’s voice began to crack.
Wayne: You offered to watch Scarlett, so Vanessa and I could get some much needed alone time. And we had a great time. But we came back Kurt. And we couldn’t find you. You weren’t answering your cell, Scarlett was missing. You disappeared. To go get booze. But instead of letting Scarlett come with you, you left her by herself, in a hotel she didn’t know. And she wandered off. She left her room. Anything could have happened to her Kurt. She could have gotten hurt, abducted, killed, and all because you had to get your booze. you man.
The words cut deep. Wayne was never one to allow his emotions to get the better of him, and this man just let it all hang out. The feeling Kurt had, was indescribable. He was shocked, and depressed. Wayne had been one of his only friends through his tenure in WFWF, and now look at what’s happened. He corrected his thought. “Look what you’ve done.”
Kurt: I’m sorry.
Wayne: You’re always sorry, but you never fix it. You don’t change. You’re the guy who thinks it cool you’ve injured people. You’re the guy who blames it all on the world. Hell, I bet this is all because of that accident you had six years ago, or because your dad doesn’t love you. But it’s not Kurt. It’s because of you. You are responsible for this.
Wayne rose from his chair, and walked away.
Dr. Scott: Kurt, despite what you have done, everyone in this room cares about your well being. They did not do this today to hurt you, but to help you. And so now, I present you with two choices.
Dr. Scott stood up, and walked to the locker. He pulled out three large suitcases that were packed to the brim.
Dr. Scott: We have packed these bags for you. In these bags, there is everything you will need. Including a plane ticket to fly with me to Phoenix. There, you will undergo rehabilitation to treat your illness. Or you can walk away from your career, your friends, and leave right now.
He let it all sink in. The tears began to well up in his eyes. The thought of losing this business, and his only remaining friend, was just too much for him.
Kurt: All right. When do we leave?
Dr. Scott: Right now.
Kurt reached out, and the doctor handed him the bags. He began to walk towards the door. He turned, one last time, to face Wayne. The two locked eyes and Kurt found reassurance. The look in his eyes told him, you’ll be all right.
TO BE CONTINUED
A message to EBR
It is fitting that my return will be against you. Every time I have faced you, you have won. In the past, I tried to lie to myself, and say that these losses were me being screwed by a management that had it out for me. But no more. In the past, I would have used juvenile insults to get inside your head. I would have called you, the Enormous Butt Raper, or Extra bad rasslin… but no more. You see EBR, you are faced with a new man, a new opponent. A man, who has nothing to lose, and everything to prove. And so, it is fitting that I face you this time around. Because this time, there are no excuses, no bitching, and no ranting. Just me, coming out on top.
Kat: Don’t worry so much. Your shoulder will heal.
Kurt: I don’t care. That little prick is going to pay.
Kat: He has been your friend for months Kurt, he’s helped you buy that house…
He looks up from the bar, swaying on his stool as he struggles to look her in the eye.
Kurt: I don’t want to hear about what he’s done for us. I only care about what he did to me. Friend, you call this the action of a friend.
Kurt motioned to the sling. He obviously did not notice the volume of his voice, as Kat recoiled from his lashing, terrified.
Kurt: Why are you so quick to defend him?
Kat: I’m not. I’m just saying it was the heat of the moment.
Kurt laughed.
Kat: What? That was one of the most competitive matches I have ever seen you in. He did what it took to get the job done. You would have done the same to him.
Kurt: It’s not that… I see why you’re defending him. The heat of the moment, getting the job done… your
ing him.Kat: What?
The look on her face was that of someone taking a slug through the chest. His comment struck her right through the heart.
Kurt: I saw the way you looked at him every time you brought us down to the ring… you were thinking, this guys
ing loaded…Kat: You’re loaded.
She turned away from him. He took this as an invitation, to go for the kill. He leaned closer to her, as she struggled to hold back her tears.
Kurt: I have a question. I’ve seen him in the locker-room after the matches. Could you actually feel his needle dick inside you?
She turned quickly right into his face.
Kat: You need to stop right now.
Kurt: Of course you couldn’t. You can’t feel a thing down there anymore can you? Is it time to put that **** to sleep? It’s been through a lot.
Without even a moment of hesitation, her hand cracked him in the jaw. He lost his balance, sliding off of his stool. He laughed, as Kat gathered her things to go. She began walking towards the door, but he sprung up, and jumped in her way.
Kurt: And so this is how it is? I bring you up from a nasty little dive of a strip club. I show you the bright lights, the big money, and when the chips are down, you do what everyone else does. Turn your back on me.
Kat tried to pass him, but he grabbed her and held on. The confrontation began to attract the attention of everyone in the bar. All eyes were on him.
Kat: Let go of me!
Her voice trembled with terror. The face she stared at was not the same she had known. This face was sick, twisted. The veins in his neck and forehead bulged like a gorilla on a rampage.
Kurt: Why? SO you can
ing stab me in the back like everyone else. A hand landed on his shoulder. Kurt turned, and found himself face to face with one large angry man in a wife beater.
Man: I think you need to let the lady go.
Kurt: Listen Honkey tonk… get your filthy paw off me before I have to call your sister and tell her she’s a widow.
The man went to swing, but even in this liquored up state, instinct took over. Kurt ducked the blow, and shoved Kat down. He reached behind him, grabbing an ashtray from the bar. He slammed it with all his might into the man's temple. The crack of the ashtray rang through the bar. The broken shards of glass scraped the man’s face, instantly turning him into a bloody mess. He fell to the ground, causing a mild tremble. Kurt kicked him, square in the ribs, but the man didn’t move. Kurt went for another kick, but before he could, other denizens of the bar were on him. A right hook found its mark, slamming into his face. He staggered as a man knocked him into the wall. He could feel the inexpensive drywall crack behind the force of the blow, and the world went black.
The familiar beep woke him. Not again he thought. He slowly opened his eyes. At least he wasn’t mummified this time. There was no tube in his throat. He looked around the room, the pale blue walls, the floral curtain to his right. He was back in the hospital. He looked down, seeing the robe, the cheap scratchy sheets. No one was in the room. He was alone, and abandoned. God, this was like the repeat from hell. He felt a sting as he drew in a deep breath. His ribs seared in pain. Stubborn as ever, he looked around the room. He saw an envelope on the bedside table. With great strain, he reached over to grab it.
He opened it, and found a handwritten letter. Well, don’t got crap else to do.
He unfolded the paper. It was riddled with tear drops.
Kurt,
I am sorry to do things like this. But I will not allow myself to go down this road again. The wild accusations, the threats. I have never been unfaithful to you Kurt, but you can’t see that. All you can see is that things aren’t going your way, and you want to lash out. I’ve been there before, and I know that look in someone’s eyes. You wanted to hit me, and you would have, if that man had not intervened. I can’t handle this Kurt. You have been on a downward spiral for too long. I have done everything in my capability as your manager and your lover, to try and raise you up from the darkness that you have succumbed to. But I can’t help you Kurt. I love you. I have for a long time, but I will not allow you to pull me down into the abyss with you. When the doctors release you, I will not be at home. I don’t know where I am going, but don’t try to find me. I hope, that you can find whatever it is that you are missing, and I am sorry that I could not be that for you.
I will always love you,
Kat.
Tears welled up, as he laid the letter down. Alone again.
Kurt did not realize how incredibly lucky he actually was. After the men beat him, they drove him to the hospital, and dropped him off. Leaving him in a bloody pile at the entrance. Kurt refused to press charges, claiming he didn’t know what happened. Those men couldn’t afford any sort of police investigation, as being at that bar would have been a violation of their paroles. And Kurt would have found himself in just as sticky of a situation. And so he healed up, alone, sinking further into the depression which had taken over his life. Then, about six weeks after this incident, he received a plane ticket.
He happily returned to the WFWF locker-room. At the arena he was greeted by a familiar face.
“Wayne.”
Kurt stepped out of the taxi, and there stood the tall imposing figure of Wayne McGurk. He walked up, and Wayne extended his hand. The two shared a laugh, as Wayne caught Kurt up with everything that had gone down since he left. They made their way down the corridor of the arena.
Wayne: So how’s Kat doing, have you talked to her.
Kurt: I don’t want to talk about that skank. It’s over, and I’m done. I can do a lot better than her.
Wayne shook his head, as Wayne opened the door of the locker-room. Kurt stepped through the door. He looked around the room, and found it odd that several of the wrestlers were sitting on fold out chairs, instead of preparing for the match. And then it dawned on Kurt, there were several people in this room not contracted to the WFWF.
Kurt: What the
is this?A man in a suit stepped forward. He was a small chubby man, with neatly combed hair.
Dr. Scott: I believe I can answer that. I am Dr. Scott, addiction specialist. Kurt, your disease has affected everyone in this room, and they have decided that you need help. This is an intervention. Please have a seat.
The rage began to build inside him. How dare they? This is some kind of sick joke.
Kurt: No thank you. Kurt turned to leave, but the door was blocked.
Wayne: Kurt this is for your own good. Sit down and do what the doctor says.
Kurt: Absolutely not. Get out of my way.
Wayne crossed his arms. He stared down Kurt as he towered over him.
Wayne: Sit down now, or you do not have a job.
Of all the chair shots, flaming tables, and Kendo Sticks he had taken in his career, these words had struck through him worse than anything he had ever known. He reluctantly pulled up a chair, and slammed his ass into a seat.
Kurt: Ok, so you guys are going to rip me to pieces for the next hour, talk about how crapty of a person I am, how much Kurt sucks. Well go ahead, I see you guys have pulled out some greats. There’s Justin Tyme, Justin Tyger, holy crap… is that Kid Spandex? Where the…
Dr. Scott: Kurt, we are going to get started. Now, I am going to take a moment to explain how this works. Each of the people in this room will get to air their grievances against you. You will not respond. You will listen. You will hear what each of these people have to say about your choices. And when they are finished, you will be presented with a new choice. Who would like to start us off?
Before the doctor could say anything, Yukio Blaze jumped in.
Blaze: Kurt, I don’t like you. I never have. You are an bunghole, a drunk, and pretty much a pathetic loser. I think this of you, because you have done nothing but dump on me from the moment you got into this fed. It was like you signed on the dotted line and said, I’m going to
with this guy. And that really pisses me off Kurt. Because at one time, I thought there may be a decent individual in you, but you aligned yourself with Drakz and Kyzer. Since then, you have given me nothing but crap.Kurt: Oh wah wah you big baby. Suck it up…
Dr. Scott: Kurt, I will not allow this. I am in charge of this room, and these people will speak their minds in peace, without confrontation from you.
Kurt: He was being confrontational with me. Did you here him?
Dr. Scott: Kurt: Silence.
The rest of the men each took their turn, each one was like a slap in the face, none of them said anything kind. Kurt looked about ready to blow, when Wayne spoke.
Wayne: Kurt, you and I… we’ve been friends a while. Ever since you got here actually. You and I would hit a bar or two before I’d catch my flight. You’d always act like nothing was the matter with you. You’d sit there, slamming back your whiskey, bitching about how no one in this company took you seriously. And it made me think about me, when I first came here, and they showed me the door. But I came back. And I saw that in your eyes man, that fire, that passion. And I’ve watched it fade away. Slowly and surely. I’ve watched you blame everyone for your losses, everyone except you. I’ve seen your disease progress. Hell, I can’t even remember the last time you were sober. But I’ve stood by you, because you’re my friend. A month and a half ago, we were held over in Cincinnati, and it all started changing man.
The big man’s voice began to crack.
Wayne: You offered to watch Scarlett, so Vanessa and I could get some much needed alone time. And we had a great time. But we came back Kurt. And we couldn’t find you. You weren’t answering your cell, Scarlett was missing. You disappeared. To go get booze. But instead of letting Scarlett come with you, you left her by herself, in a hotel she didn’t know. And she wandered off. She left her room. Anything could have happened to her Kurt. She could have gotten hurt, abducted, killed, and all because you had to get your booze.
you man.The words cut deep. Wayne was never one to allow his emotions to get the better of him, and this man just let it all hang out. The feeling Kurt had, was indescribable. He was shocked, and depressed. Wayne had been one of his only friends through his tenure in WFWF, and now look at what’s happened. He corrected his thought. “Look what you’ve done.”
Kurt: I’m sorry.
Wayne: You’re always sorry, but you never fix it. You don’t change. You’re the guy who thinks it cool you’ve injured people. You’re the guy who blames it all on the world. Hell, I bet this is all because of that accident you had six years ago, or because your dad doesn’t love you. But it’s not Kurt. It’s because of you. You are responsible for this.
Wayne rose from his chair, and walked away.
Dr. Scott: Kurt, despite what you have done, everyone in this room cares about your well being. They did not do this today to hurt you, but to help you. And so now, I present you with two choices.
Dr. Scott stood up, and walked to the locker. He pulled out three large suitcases that were packed to the brim.
Dr. Scott: We have packed these bags for you. In these bags, there is everything you will need. Including a plane ticket to fly with me to Phoenix. There, you will undergo rehabilitation to treat your illness. Or you can walk away from your career, your friends, and leave right now.
He let it all sink in. The tears began to well up in his eyes. The thought of losing this business, and his only remaining friend, was just too much for him.
Kurt: All right. When do we leave?
Dr. Scott: Right now.
Kurt reached out, and the doctor handed him the bags. He began to walk towards the door. He turned, one last time, to face Wayne. The two locked eyes and Kurt found reassurance. The look in his eyes told him, you’ll be all right.
TO BE CONTINUED
A message to EBR
It is fitting that my return will be against you. Every time I have faced you, you have won. In the past, I tried to lie to myself, and say that these losses were me being screwed by a management that had it out for me. But no more. In the past, I would have used juvenile insults to get inside your head. I would have called you, the Enormous Butt Raper, or Extra bad rasslin… but no more. You see EBR, you are faced with a new man, a new opponent. A man, who has nothing to lose, and everything to prove. And so, it is fitting that I face you this time around. Because this time, there are no excuses, no bitching, and no ranting. Just me, coming out on top.
