Post by Kurt Burton: Script Doctor! on Oct 19, 2007 19:37:51 GMT -5
The odor of sweat wafted throughout the gym, with the click clack crunch of weights banging and smashing into each other. Kurt Burton grunted, as he tried to pull the impossible load to his chest. Every muscle in his body burned, his stomach felt like it was about to explode out of his ass, like that internet video from a few years back. Finally, the barbell reached his chest.
Kurt:Fifty.
He dropped the barbell, and looked at the inscription on the side. That can't be right. Eight hundred pounds. Christ.
Kat:Good job Kurt.
Kat looked down at the weight and with only her pinky, hoisted it up effortlessly; she laid it down on the rack, and turned away from Kurt.
JimiThat sucked dude. Look, my kid sister could do it better.
He looked for the source of the voice, it was Kat's brother Jimi, a burnout of epic proportions.
Kurt:I'd like to see you try.
Jimi laughed, like a hyena and turned away.
JimiHow are you going to win your match this week if you aren't buff.
Kurt:What match?
Jimi laughed again, like a little chimp on crack.
JimiThat's priceless, you don't know you have a match.
Kurt:Wayne didn't tell me.
Jimi's laugh echoed, and soon it felt as if thousands of eyes were staring at him, all cackling incessantly.
JimiYou have to be the most pathetic wrestler in the history of the world. You don't even know what your match is... your a loser... loser...
The echoes turned into other voices, all calling in a graceful harmony
[text size=16]loser... loser...[/size]
The voices grew louder and louder, and like a hand squeezing a grape, his ears were crushed with the noise, bearing down on him, and tearing into his soul.
The voices fell silent suddenly, as a fist exploded through Jimi's skull. The shards of skull flew through the room. The blood gushed out as though a dam had been ruptured. A mucousy glob of what used to be brain splattered on Burton's cheek. The viscous blob latched to his skin, he couldn't help but smile. The son of a bitch is dead. His joy turned to terror almost instantly, as the hand relinquished Jimi's head, allowing his limp and prone body to collapse to the floor. Standing where he had been, was the girl he loved, but she had changed. Now, a towering intimidating structure, she resembled the child of Nicole Bass and the Incredible Hulk. She stomped her feet on the floor, causing the entire room to shake, as equipment toppled to the floor.
Kat:Who are you facing? Who are your opponents? Who?
Frozen by fear, trapped in his shell, he could not respond. Even if he knew the answer, he would fear incurring this creature's wrath.
Kat:Answer me Burton... Burton!!!!!!!
: Burton.
The panicked voice woke him, and he jolted from his seat. The seatbelt stopped him from jumping into the front seat, and violently threw him back into his seat. He took in his surroundings... plush leather seats, a small cylindrical room, a hoot chick in a short skirt pushing a cart.
Kurt:I'm on an airplane.
Michael:Yeah, We're almost about to land. I just wanted to go over some strategy on our match.
He looked to his left, and saw Michael, dressed in a fine suit as always. His face showed concern.
Kurt:Where's Kat?
Michael:She's already in Bangor. Remember, she stopped in Boston to visit her brother.
It was all slowly coming back to him. He didn't realize how pale and sweaty he had grown. He took a few deep breaths to calm himself down. He knew now. It was a dream, a terrible, and incredibly stupid dream. He wiped the sleep out of his eyes
Michael:Are you okay? I haven't seen you act this wigged since that incident at the Chinese restaurant.
Kurt:I'm just tired.
Michael:You didn't sneak anything onto the plane... did you?
The accusation hurt. But it was deserved. He had burnt so many bridges, and ruined so many friendships. He knew he couldn't be trusted.
Kurt:No, I just had a really crazy dream. Why the hell don't they warn you acid stays with you for the rest of your life?
Michael:They do. It's called D.A.R.E.
Kurt eased back into his seat. Regaining his lost composure, he blew heavily from his mouth, a technique he had learned in rehab to calm the nerves. He glanced back over to Michael.
Kurt:It was crazy, Kat turned into a terrifying beast and killed her brother, all because I didn't know who my opponents were.
The laugh caught Kurt by surprise. He knew it was silly, but still.
What's so funny?
Michael:All that over our opponents for this week. Man, do you even know who our opponents are?
Kurt only took a second to recall their names.
Kurt:Horror and Williams
Then it hit him. He laughed just as hard as Michael.
Kurt:Yeah I know, talk about building a mountain out of a molehill.
Michael:Just keep it together out there, ok?
Kurt:Look, you can trust me. I’m a changed man.
He wished that he could believe himself. But somehow, through all of the changes that he had gone through, all the pain, suffering, joy and sadness, nothing had truly changed. Sure he was sober, and people looked at him differently now, but when you cut it to the bone, it’s the same damn cow it’s always been. Just look at us, Burton thought. We have not changed at all. He’s still that cocky young prick, and I’m still the one embarrassing him in public. He drifted deeper into his thoughts. Maybe things won’t ever change. Maybe I can never be trusted. But one thing can be assured, if things never change, then Horror and Williams are going to regret the day they ever became pro wrestlers.
And with that, the man’s arrogant smile returned. He kicked his feet up, and decided to enjoy an in flight movie. But underneath it, he knew the meaning of that dream would haunt him for weeks.
Kurt:Fifty.
He dropped the barbell, and looked at the inscription on the side. That can't be right. Eight hundred pounds. Christ.
Kat:Good job Kurt.
Kat looked down at the weight and with only her pinky, hoisted it up effortlessly; she laid it down on the rack, and turned away from Kurt.
JimiThat sucked dude. Look, my kid sister could do it better.
He looked for the source of the voice, it was Kat's brother Jimi, a burnout of epic proportions.
Kurt:I'd like to see you try.
Jimi laughed, like a hyena and turned away.
JimiHow are you going to win your match this week if you aren't buff.
Kurt:What match?
Jimi laughed again, like a little chimp on crack.
JimiThat's priceless, you don't know you have a match.
Kurt:Wayne didn't tell me.
Jimi's laugh echoed, and soon it felt as if thousands of eyes were staring at him, all cackling incessantly.
JimiYou have to be the most pathetic wrestler in the history of the world. You don't even know what your match is... your a loser... loser...
The echoes turned into other voices, all calling in a graceful harmony
[text size=16]loser... loser...[/size]
The voices grew louder and louder, and like a hand squeezing a grape, his ears were crushed with the noise, bearing down on him, and tearing into his soul.
The voices fell silent suddenly, as a fist exploded through Jimi's skull. The shards of skull flew through the room. The blood gushed out as though a dam had been ruptured. A mucousy glob of what used to be brain splattered on Burton's cheek. The viscous blob latched to his skin, he couldn't help but smile. The son of a bitch is dead. His joy turned to terror almost instantly, as the hand relinquished Jimi's head, allowing his limp and prone body to collapse to the floor. Standing where he had been, was the girl he loved, but she had changed. Now, a towering intimidating structure, she resembled the child of Nicole Bass and the Incredible Hulk. She stomped her feet on the floor, causing the entire room to shake, as equipment toppled to the floor.
Kat:Who are you facing? Who are your opponents? Who?
Frozen by fear, trapped in his shell, he could not respond. Even if he knew the answer, he would fear incurring this creature's wrath.
Kat:Answer me Burton... Burton!!!!!!!
: Burton.The panicked voice woke him, and he jolted from his seat. The seatbelt stopped him from jumping into the front seat, and violently threw him back into his seat. He took in his surroundings... plush leather seats, a small cylindrical room, a hoot chick in a short skirt pushing a cart.
Kurt:I'm on an airplane.
Michael:Yeah, We're almost about to land. I just wanted to go over some strategy on our match.
He looked to his left, and saw Michael, dressed in a fine suit as always. His face showed concern.
Kurt:Where's Kat?
Michael:She's already in Bangor. Remember, she stopped in Boston to visit her brother.
It was all slowly coming back to him. He didn't realize how pale and sweaty he had grown. He took a few deep breaths to calm himself down. He knew now. It was a dream, a terrible, and incredibly stupid dream. He wiped the sleep out of his eyes
Michael:Are you okay? I haven't seen you act this wigged since that incident at the Chinese restaurant.
Kurt:I'm just tired.
Michael:You didn't sneak anything onto the plane... did you?
The accusation hurt. But it was deserved. He had burnt so many bridges, and ruined so many friendships. He knew he couldn't be trusted.
Kurt:No, I just had a really crazy dream. Why the hell don't they warn you acid stays with you for the rest of your life?
Michael:They do. It's called D.A.R.E.
Kurt eased back into his seat. Regaining his lost composure, he blew heavily from his mouth, a technique he had learned in rehab to calm the nerves. He glanced back over to Michael.
Kurt:It was crazy, Kat turned into a terrifying beast and killed her brother, all because I didn't know who my opponents were.
The laugh caught Kurt by surprise. He knew it was silly, but still.
What's so funny?
Michael:All that over our opponents for this week. Man, do you even know who our opponents are?
Kurt only took a second to recall their names.
Kurt:Horror and Williams
Then it hit him. He laughed just as hard as Michael.
Kurt:Yeah I know, talk about building a mountain out of a molehill.
Michael:Just keep it together out there, ok?
Kurt:Look, you can trust me. I’m a changed man.
He wished that he could believe himself. But somehow, through all of the changes that he had gone through, all the pain, suffering, joy and sadness, nothing had truly changed. Sure he was sober, and people looked at him differently now, but when you cut it to the bone, it’s the same damn cow it’s always been. Just look at us, Burton thought. We have not changed at all. He’s still that cocky young prick, and I’m still the one embarrassing him in public. He drifted deeper into his thoughts. Maybe things won’t ever change. Maybe I can never be trusted. But one thing can be assured, if things never change, then Horror and Williams are going to regret the day they ever became pro wrestlers.
And with that, the man’s arrogant smile returned. He kicked his feet up, and decided to enjoy an in flight movie. But underneath it, he knew the meaning of that dream would haunt him for weeks.
