Post by Starr on Aug 10, 2013 23:24:35 GMT -5
"Ladies and Gentlemen...Flight 308 non-stop from Halifax to LAX is now arriving..."
*A bald man in a chauffeurs cap and black suit is standing in a group of people waiting for the arrivals from the various flights coming into Los Angeles. The man is wearing dark sunglasses and is stroking his goatee while holding a sign that simply reads "Star." Various people start to stream into the area, some heading left to go to the baggage claim and a few heading out to the parking area shuttle to go and retrieve their vehicles. Near the back of the pack, Brett Starr is walking slowly with gold sunglasses shielding his eyes from the harsh California afternoon sun that is streaming in from the windows to his right. Starr is moving very gingerly from the previous night's vicious attack by Killgrave following Brett Starr's amazing victory over him. Brett is wearing a purple LA Lakers t-shirt and a pair of fashionably torn skinny jeans tucked into some black boots. Starr looks over the group of people awaiting arrivals and notices the chauffeur sign that incorrectly spelled his name. Starr shakes his head at the idiotic mistake the man made and then walks over to him and tosses the wheeled suitcase at his feet.*
Brett Starr: You're here for Brett Starr right?
Chauffeur: Yes sir.
Brett Starr: That's all well and good...but you misspelled my name dip-stick.
*The man looks at the sign with shock and starts to stammer out an apology.*
Chauffeur: I-I'm so sorry sir. I was told this was the correct spelling by the company. I am really sorry. I-
*Starr puts his finger up and places it on the chauffeur's lips to stop him from talking while shushing him. The man's nostrils flare out in anger from the disrespect being shown to him but does not say anything, knowing that pissing off the client is a sure-fire way of getting shit-canned.*
Brett Starr: I don't care to hear your excuses. Any other day, I would be climbing your ass like a spider monkey and kicking the crap out of your face. But today? I'm pissed. I'm tired. I smell of a third world country named Canada. And I have one mother of a head-ache due to some overgrown monkey throwing cheap shots at me from behind after I outsmarted him. All I want you to do is drive me home-
Chauffeur: I can do that sir. Not a problem.
*Brett sighs audibly in frustration and pulls off his sunglasses and glares at the man.*
Brett Starr: What's your name kid?
*The man again looks angry once again at the lack of respect from this man who is at least twenty years his junior calling him "kid" but answers him through gritted teeth.*
Chauffeur: It's Bobby, sir.
*Brett smiles and puts his left arm around Bobby's shoulders while speaking to him in a condescending tone of voice.*
Brett Starr: Let give you a little bit of life advice Bobby. When the client, aka your boss, is speaking...It's probably best not to interrupt him with asinine comments. Get it? Got it? Good.
*Bobby the Chauffeur starts to open his mouth to answer but Brett gives him a look that makes him just grin and nod sternly.*
Brett Starr: Good! Now you are learning! I am so proud you buddy!
*Brett pulls the chauffeur's cap off of Bobby's head and pats the man on his shaved head. Bobby just shakes his head as Brett puts the cap on his own head backwards and starts to walk towards the exit.*
Brett Starr: Now as I was saying...I want you to take me home, in absolute silence.
*Bobby the Chauffeur just sighs and shakes his head as he begins to follow the client out of the airport. Brett looks back at him and points behind Bobby.*
Brett Starr: Hey jerk-off...That bag isn't going to carry itself. Is it your first day or something?
*Bobby drops his shoulders as he turns and picks the suitcase off the ground and carries it out behind Starr. The pair walk towards the black town car and the chauffeur puts the bag into the trunk and shuts it closed as Starr waits impatiently by the back passenger door for Bobby to open it for him. The chauffeur finally comes back over and opens it up for the client and shuts it once Starr is securely inside. As Bobby walks to the driver's side he mutters under his breath.*
Bobby the Chauffeur: Stupid little gutter punk...I wish Killgrave snapped off your head.
*Bobby gets into the vehicle and drives off towards the freeway as the screen fades to black.*
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*The scene reopens with Lindsey Starr, Brett's younger sister sitting at the kitchen island of their father's expensive mansion in Los Angeles, California. Lindsey is working on her white Apple laptop as the front door opens up and Brett Starr walks into the kitchen area and smiles brightly at his sister who looks up at her brother with a welcoming smile as she sits in her pink tank top and short white shorts.*
Lindsey Starr: Well, if it isn't the returning hero. How was Canada, hot-shot?
*Brett walks over to the stainless steel refrigerator and opens it, sticking his head in to examine the contents. Starr answers his sister's question from inside.*
Brett Starr: I beat the clown. Just like I told everyone I would.
Lindsey Starr: Yeah...and then he beat you like a drum!
*Lindsey chuckles at her brother's misfortune as Brett looks at her with a pissed off look on his face. Starr is holding a Figi water bottle and is opening it up. Starr closes the fridge door and leans against the cabinet behind him as he takes a big swig out of the bottle.*
Brett Starr: Wait, did you actually watch the show last night?
Lindsey Starr: What? Did you honestly believe that I was going to miss a chance to see my brother possibly get his face kicked in? Of course I watched it!
Brett Starr: Then you saw me outsmart that gorilla?
Lindsey Starr: Technically, yes you won...but you can't go around claiming that a victory in good conscience can you?
*Brett laughs as he takes another sip from the water bottle.*
Brett Starr: Oh, not only in good conscience. It was brains that took down the brawn last night. And then what reward do I get??? I get thrown into a completely unfair and lopsided Triple Threat Challenge Match next week! Now you know better than anyone that no one enjoys a good quality threesome like me...
*Lindsey makes a disgusted face at the thought of her brother engaging in any kind of sexual encounter.*
Lindsey Starr: Gross...I literally almost threw up in my mouth.
Brett Starr: Stop trying to make this about you! I'm the star of this family...you are nothing more than a background character to my greatness. You are nothing more than just a pretty face to get me from point A to point B!
*Lindsay puts her hand over her heart and acts all flattered for a second.*
Lindsey Starr: You actually think I am pretty? I think that is the nicest thing you ever said to me!
*Brett puts the water bottle on the counter behind him and walks over to his sister and shuts her laptop in front of her.*
Lindsey Starr: HEY!
*Brett sticks his index finger in his sister's face and begins to speak angrily.*
Brett Starr: Any other day I would be more than delighted to take part in our normal witty repartee...but I am legitimately angry today. Last night, I was brutally assaulted in the ring by Killgrave. I beat him, fair and square...and then I was viciously attacked. And what was the front office's response? Did they suspend him? Fire him? Offer me hazard pay?
*Lindsey's eyebrows go up in confusion and she just shakes her head to show she doesn't have an answer to her brother's question.*
Brett Starr: No. He gets another crack at the egg. If I didn't know any better, I would think that I was being taken advantage of!
*Lindsey laughs at the incredibly dumb statement her brother just said.*
Lindsey Starr: Being taken advantage of?
*Brett nods his head affirmatively.*
Lindsey Starr: Didn't you sign up to be a professional wrestler last time I checked? I think it's part of the job requirements that people get attacked like 98% of the time whenever they are in the arenas!
*Brett shakes his head with his hands on his hips at the lack of respect from his baby sister.*
Brett Starr: I signed up because I am the greatest athlete that this continent has ever seen!
*Lindsey chuckles and shakes her head as her brother ignores her and keeps speaking.*
Brett Starr: I did not sign up to become a punching bag for some overgrown man-child having a temper tantrum because someone outsmarted him in a match! I took all the abuse and more that he could hand out legally in our match! And when I took it all and dumped his sorry, worn out ass to the outside and climbed back in to claim my well deserved victory...I was attacked from behind. Killgrave should be in the unemployment line right now. Receiving food stamps...or whatever Canadians get when they are too worthless to get a real job; just to feed himself and little orphan Annie!
But instead of receiving justice...I am being subjected to another unfair match against Killgrave and what's his name?
Lindsey Starr: Sylar Drake?
Brett Starr: Yeah whatever...Who cares about him anyway? Did he even win last week? And he keeps throwing that cheap piece of tin around in his promo videos like it actually means anything. Newsflash...No one gives a crap about your Toys R' Us belt buddy!
*Lindsey just rolls her eyes at her brother and opens her computer and starts to go back to checking her emails.*
Brett Starr: I'm going to get revenge for the injustice I received last night. You can bank on that!
*Lindsey slams her hands down on the marble counter top and looks her brother into his eyes.*
Lindsey Starr: (sarcastically) OK...And how exactly do you propose you are going to make that happen?
*Brett puts his right hand up with his index finger pointed up as if he is going to make a point but just shakes it with his mouth open and not having words coming out...an obvious sign that he doesn't have the faintest idea how he is going to accomplish this. Lindsey smirks and then just goes back to look at the screen on her computer once again.*
Lindsey Starr: Yeah, that's what I thought.
*Brett makes a frustrated face as he crosses his arms in front of his chest as his sister ignores him. Brett stews for a few seconds before he pulls out his iPhone and goes to his contact folder and begins to furiously text someone. Lindsey looks at him from the corner of his eye as he types.*
Lindsey Starr: Who are you texting now?
Brett Starr: Don't you worry about it. You'll find out soon enough!
*Brett walks back over to the counter and picks up the water bottle and heads out of the kitchen in a hurry. Lindsey just smirks and shakes her head at the absurdity of the situation as the screen fades out once again.
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*The scene reopens with a shot of a middle aged man wearing a grey power suit standing behind a black podium with a Canadian Wrestling X Pro Wrestling sign on it. The man is all business as he stares right down the barrel of the camera as he begins to speak.*
David Greene: Good afternoon. Let me take a moment to introduce myself...My name is David Greene. I am a talent relations expert based out of the great city of Los Angeles, California. I am privileged to represent a vast multitude of clients out of my agency. Music acts, famous actors and actresses of both the silver and small screen, stand up comedians and even athletes have all come through our doors seeking out the best representation for their talents. But there is not one star brighter in any industry as the client I am here on behalf for today...
*Greene motions over to his right with his hand and Brett Star walks over to the side of the podium with a smile on his face. Starr is wearing a white button down shirt with a grey vest and pants as he stands with his hands clasped behind his back.*
David Greene: This past Monday in Halifax...a travesty was committed to my client Brett Starr. Brett, who is not only my client but a close and personal friend...
*Greene pats Starr on the shoulder and the two nod at each other before Greene looks back into the camera.*
David Greene: My boy Brett here was assaulted in what adds up to nothing more than an assault. If the police force in Canada were even half as capable as the ones in the United States, Killgrave would be in jail right now. But, as we all know...That is not what has happened. Not only was he not punished by the local authorities, he is being rewarded with a match with the two men he attacked at the next show.
It goes without saying that both my client and myself are personally horrified by this decision by the both the Owner and the General Manager of Canadian Wrestling X Pro, but as Brett here has signed a very lucrative contract we are not left with very many choices. Brett Starr is obligated by law to appear at the August 12th show and that is exactly what he is going to do. Because Brett Starr is a man of his word!
*Brett Starr nods along as his agent continues to speak.*
David Greene: But as an act of good faith, both Mr. Starr and myself are formally requesting not only an apology from Killgrave himself for his actions last week...but an apology from Angelo Valour himself! My client was a victim of this attack because your security dropped the ball. If it was up to me, I would tell Starr to tear up his contract and let the courts decide what to do about this situation...but Mr. Starr is a competitor.
That being said...We will not be taken advantage of. If an apology is not received by the start of the show on Monday night, my client will be instructed to take the next step in this legal process. Mister Valour...Please do the right thing and make this situation right. Force Killgrave to issue an apology to my client or you and your company will suffer the consequences.
*Brett smiles and pats his agent on the shoulder as he takes his place behind the podium. Starr leans on the podium with both of his arms and begins to speak into the microphone.*
Brett Starr: Killgrave...Killgrave...Killgrave. What exactly do I have to say to you this week after I did what I told you I was going to do last week? I promised you and everyone watching at home that I was going to be the one with his arm raised in victory at the end of our match and that is exactly what happened.
*Brett smirks for a moment before it fades into a scowl.*
Brett Starr: For about ten seconds...Then you brutally and savagely beat me up from behind.
*Brett rubs his chin and chuckles a bit as he continues.*
Brett Starr: I must admit. You got some real good shots in when I wasn't looking. You really knocked me for a loop and beat me within an inch of my life. I could feel the anger and frustration from your loss to me come out in each and every punch and kick you landed on me. When you dropped me with the Gravebuster, I genuinely thought I was going to crap out my spinal column.
But do you know what happened after I was helped to the back? The doctor looked me over and cleared me to compete this week. Then I scrapped myself off the examine table and caught the first plane out of that hellhole called Halifax. Why? Because I knew I needed to get back to the city of Angels to heal up because I wanted another shot at you. I beat you once and we both know I can do it again.
All week you were bragging that you only lost five matches in your professional career...Now you've lost six.
*Brett holds up six fingers with a smirk on his face.*
Brett Starr: I beat you because I am better than you. I am better than the entire roster, but I am especially better than you. And the fact that Sylar Drake is sticking his nose into our business does not do anything to affect that. I'm going into the Medicine Hat Arena-
*Brett makes a confused face and turns to his agent.*
Brett Starr: What kind of name is the "Medicine Hat Arena?"
*The agent shrugs and just mouths "Canada" while making a crazy sign with his finger. Starr smirks and turns back to the camera.*
Brett Starr: I guess that's true...but back to the business at hand. Sylar Drake getting involved in our business by attempting to bruise your knuckles with his facial bone structure isn't going to stop the inevitable from happening. You see Killgrave and Drake, history has a tendency of repeating itself. Last week, I went on the air and claimed that I was going to be the man walking out of Halifax with a victory and that is exactly what happened. I came, I saw and I conquered.
Killgrave tried to intimidate me backstage before the show. Sure, he muscled me around and showed me what kind of man he was. But in his eyes, I saw one thing.
*Starr leans forward on the podium once again with a sly smirk on his face.*
Brett Starr: Fear. He looked at me and saw exactly what Angelo did when he watched me training in his school. The face of the future of this business. Not some punk like Sylar Drake. Sylar, you may be big in the second rate town of San Diego but you aren't even in my league. I mean look at me. I dress in nothing but the finest clothes. I have movie star good looks. I am the man who Angelo can put on the poster and everyone will come out to see. I'm such a star it's in my name.
So what exactly do you bring to the table? Some dime store championship belt? A Fantastic Sams or MasterCuts twelve dollar haircut? Some lame spot monkey wrestling style that gets all the youtube smarks all excited?
*Brett makes an exaggerated yawning motion before speaking again.*
Brett Starr: You and Killgrave are just two more cookie cutouts out of the professional wrestling machine. Boring. I've seen it before. Now Brett Starr? That is exciting! I've said it before and I will say it again and again...Brett Starr is the FUTURE OF PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING!
Quote me on that. Put it on a t-shirt. Put it on a damn billboard. I am the future of Canadian X Pro Wrestling and as I proved last week when I outsmarted the monster Killgrave the Future is NOW.
*Starr leans back and smirks in a very cocky manner as he continues.*
Brett Starr: So send on the clowns this week. Triple Threat Challenge? Bring it on. As long as my demands are met and I am not going to go over them again. I am the greatest superstar this business has ever seen and I am demanding the respect that title brings along with it. I don't care who you put in front of me...I'll beat them. Sylar Drake. Killgrave. Moxie. Spyder. All of them like bowling pins waiting to get knocked down...and I'm the damn bowling ball rolling right to the top of this roster.
But why am I telling you what you already know? And if you still doubt me now...
*Brett pushes the podium over as his agent jumps back in shock. Starr rests his left leg on the hunk of wood that is splintered on the ground.*
Brett Starr: I'll just have to beat them this Monday night and prove it once again. No one is stopping this shooting star. Drake and Killgrave are just my second stepping stone to greatness. I'll show them and I'll show you. I'll show you ALL!
*Brett begins to speak more but Greene comes forward and places his right hand on his chest...patting it gently to calm his client down.*
David Greene: That's enough big guy. That's all they need right now. Let's do lunch and wait for our apology.
*Brett nods and walks off camera to the right with his agent as the cameraman slowly focuses on the broken podium on the ground as the screen fades to black for the final time.*
*A bald man in a chauffeurs cap and black suit is standing in a group of people waiting for the arrivals from the various flights coming into Los Angeles. The man is wearing dark sunglasses and is stroking his goatee while holding a sign that simply reads "Star." Various people start to stream into the area, some heading left to go to the baggage claim and a few heading out to the parking area shuttle to go and retrieve their vehicles. Near the back of the pack, Brett Starr is walking slowly with gold sunglasses shielding his eyes from the harsh California afternoon sun that is streaming in from the windows to his right. Starr is moving very gingerly from the previous night's vicious attack by Killgrave following Brett Starr's amazing victory over him. Brett is wearing a purple LA Lakers t-shirt and a pair of fashionably torn skinny jeans tucked into some black boots. Starr looks over the group of people awaiting arrivals and notices the chauffeur sign that incorrectly spelled his name. Starr shakes his head at the idiotic mistake the man made and then walks over to him and tosses the wheeled suitcase at his feet.*
Brett Starr: You're here for Brett Starr right?
Chauffeur: Yes sir.
Brett Starr: That's all well and good...but you misspelled my name dip-stick.
*The man looks at the sign with shock and starts to stammer out an apology.*
Chauffeur: I-I'm so sorry sir. I was told this was the correct spelling by the company. I am really sorry. I-
*Starr puts his finger up and places it on the chauffeur's lips to stop him from talking while shushing him. The man's nostrils flare out in anger from the disrespect being shown to him but does not say anything, knowing that pissing off the client is a sure-fire way of getting shit-canned.*
Brett Starr: I don't care to hear your excuses. Any other day, I would be climbing your ass like a spider monkey and kicking the crap out of your face. But today? I'm pissed. I'm tired. I smell of a third world country named Canada. And I have one mother of a head-ache due to some overgrown monkey throwing cheap shots at me from behind after I outsmarted him. All I want you to do is drive me home-
Chauffeur: I can do that sir. Not a problem.
*Brett sighs audibly in frustration and pulls off his sunglasses and glares at the man.*
Brett Starr: What's your name kid?
*The man again looks angry once again at the lack of respect from this man who is at least twenty years his junior calling him "kid" but answers him through gritted teeth.*
Chauffeur: It's Bobby, sir.
*Brett smiles and puts his left arm around Bobby's shoulders while speaking to him in a condescending tone of voice.*
Brett Starr: Let give you a little bit of life advice Bobby. When the client, aka your boss, is speaking...It's probably best not to interrupt him with asinine comments. Get it? Got it? Good.
*Bobby the Chauffeur starts to open his mouth to answer but Brett gives him a look that makes him just grin and nod sternly.*
Brett Starr: Good! Now you are learning! I am so proud you buddy!
*Brett pulls the chauffeur's cap off of Bobby's head and pats the man on his shaved head. Bobby just shakes his head as Brett puts the cap on his own head backwards and starts to walk towards the exit.*
Brett Starr: Now as I was saying...I want you to take me home, in absolute silence.
*Bobby the Chauffeur just sighs and shakes his head as he begins to follow the client out of the airport. Brett looks back at him and points behind Bobby.*
Brett Starr: Hey jerk-off...That bag isn't going to carry itself. Is it your first day or something?
*Bobby drops his shoulders as he turns and picks the suitcase off the ground and carries it out behind Starr. The pair walk towards the black town car and the chauffeur puts the bag into the trunk and shuts it closed as Starr waits impatiently by the back passenger door for Bobby to open it for him. The chauffeur finally comes back over and opens it up for the client and shuts it once Starr is securely inside. As Bobby walks to the driver's side he mutters under his breath.*
Bobby the Chauffeur: Stupid little gutter punk...I wish Killgrave snapped off your head.
*Bobby gets into the vehicle and drives off towards the freeway as the screen fades to black.*
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*The scene reopens with Lindsey Starr, Brett's younger sister sitting at the kitchen island of their father's expensive mansion in Los Angeles, California. Lindsey is working on her white Apple laptop as the front door opens up and Brett Starr walks into the kitchen area and smiles brightly at his sister who looks up at her brother with a welcoming smile as she sits in her pink tank top and short white shorts.*
Lindsey Starr: Well, if it isn't the returning hero. How was Canada, hot-shot?
*Brett walks over to the stainless steel refrigerator and opens it, sticking his head in to examine the contents. Starr answers his sister's question from inside.*
Brett Starr: I beat the clown. Just like I told everyone I would.
Lindsey Starr: Yeah...and then he beat you like a drum!
*Lindsey chuckles at her brother's misfortune as Brett looks at her with a pissed off look on his face. Starr is holding a Figi water bottle and is opening it up. Starr closes the fridge door and leans against the cabinet behind him as he takes a big swig out of the bottle.*
Brett Starr: Wait, did you actually watch the show last night?
Lindsey Starr: What? Did you honestly believe that I was going to miss a chance to see my brother possibly get his face kicked in? Of course I watched it!
Brett Starr: Then you saw me outsmart that gorilla?
Lindsey Starr: Technically, yes you won...but you can't go around claiming that a victory in good conscience can you?
*Brett laughs as he takes another sip from the water bottle.*
Brett Starr: Oh, not only in good conscience. It was brains that took down the brawn last night. And then what reward do I get??? I get thrown into a completely unfair and lopsided Triple Threat Challenge Match next week! Now you know better than anyone that no one enjoys a good quality threesome like me...
*Lindsey makes a disgusted face at the thought of her brother engaging in any kind of sexual encounter.*
Lindsey Starr: Gross...I literally almost threw up in my mouth.
Brett Starr: Stop trying to make this about you! I'm the star of this family...you are nothing more than a background character to my greatness. You are nothing more than just a pretty face to get me from point A to point B!
*Lindsay puts her hand over her heart and acts all flattered for a second.*
Lindsey Starr: You actually think I am pretty? I think that is the nicest thing you ever said to me!
*Brett puts the water bottle on the counter behind him and walks over to his sister and shuts her laptop in front of her.*
Lindsey Starr: HEY!
*Brett sticks his index finger in his sister's face and begins to speak angrily.*
Brett Starr: Any other day I would be more than delighted to take part in our normal witty repartee...but I am legitimately angry today. Last night, I was brutally assaulted in the ring by Killgrave. I beat him, fair and square...and then I was viciously attacked. And what was the front office's response? Did they suspend him? Fire him? Offer me hazard pay?
*Lindsey's eyebrows go up in confusion and she just shakes her head to show she doesn't have an answer to her brother's question.*
Brett Starr: No. He gets another crack at the egg. If I didn't know any better, I would think that I was being taken advantage of!
*Lindsey laughs at the incredibly dumb statement her brother just said.*
Lindsey Starr: Being taken advantage of?
*Brett nods his head affirmatively.*
Lindsey Starr: Didn't you sign up to be a professional wrestler last time I checked? I think it's part of the job requirements that people get attacked like 98% of the time whenever they are in the arenas!
*Brett shakes his head with his hands on his hips at the lack of respect from his baby sister.*
Brett Starr: I signed up because I am the greatest athlete that this continent has ever seen!
*Lindsey chuckles and shakes her head as her brother ignores her and keeps speaking.*
Brett Starr: I did not sign up to become a punching bag for some overgrown man-child having a temper tantrum because someone outsmarted him in a match! I took all the abuse and more that he could hand out legally in our match! And when I took it all and dumped his sorry, worn out ass to the outside and climbed back in to claim my well deserved victory...I was attacked from behind. Killgrave should be in the unemployment line right now. Receiving food stamps...or whatever Canadians get when they are too worthless to get a real job; just to feed himself and little orphan Annie!
But instead of receiving justice...I am being subjected to another unfair match against Killgrave and what's his name?
Lindsey Starr: Sylar Drake?
Brett Starr: Yeah whatever...Who cares about him anyway? Did he even win last week? And he keeps throwing that cheap piece of tin around in his promo videos like it actually means anything. Newsflash...No one gives a crap about your Toys R' Us belt buddy!
*Lindsey just rolls her eyes at her brother and opens her computer and starts to go back to checking her emails.*
Brett Starr: I'm going to get revenge for the injustice I received last night. You can bank on that!
*Lindsey slams her hands down on the marble counter top and looks her brother into his eyes.*
Lindsey Starr: (sarcastically) OK...And how exactly do you propose you are going to make that happen?
*Brett puts his right hand up with his index finger pointed up as if he is going to make a point but just shakes it with his mouth open and not having words coming out...an obvious sign that he doesn't have the faintest idea how he is going to accomplish this. Lindsey smirks and then just goes back to look at the screen on her computer once again.*
Lindsey Starr: Yeah, that's what I thought.
*Brett makes a frustrated face as he crosses his arms in front of his chest as his sister ignores him. Brett stews for a few seconds before he pulls out his iPhone and goes to his contact folder and begins to furiously text someone. Lindsey looks at him from the corner of his eye as he types.*
Lindsey Starr: Who are you texting now?
Brett Starr: Don't you worry about it. You'll find out soon enough!
*Brett walks back over to the counter and picks up the water bottle and heads out of the kitchen in a hurry. Lindsey just smirks and shakes her head at the absurdity of the situation as the screen fades out once again.
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*The scene reopens with a shot of a middle aged man wearing a grey power suit standing behind a black podium with a Canadian Wrestling X Pro Wrestling sign on it. The man is all business as he stares right down the barrel of the camera as he begins to speak.*
David Greene: Good afternoon. Let me take a moment to introduce myself...My name is David Greene. I am a talent relations expert based out of the great city of Los Angeles, California. I am privileged to represent a vast multitude of clients out of my agency. Music acts, famous actors and actresses of both the silver and small screen, stand up comedians and even athletes have all come through our doors seeking out the best representation for their talents. But there is not one star brighter in any industry as the client I am here on behalf for today...
*Greene motions over to his right with his hand and Brett Star walks over to the side of the podium with a smile on his face. Starr is wearing a white button down shirt with a grey vest and pants as he stands with his hands clasped behind his back.*
David Greene: This past Monday in Halifax...a travesty was committed to my client Brett Starr. Brett, who is not only my client but a close and personal friend...
*Greene pats Starr on the shoulder and the two nod at each other before Greene looks back into the camera.*
David Greene: My boy Brett here was assaulted in what adds up to nothing more than an assault. If the police force in Canada were even half as capable as the ones in the United States, Killgrave would be in jail right now. But, as we all know...That is not what has happened. Not only was he not punished by the local authorities, he is being rewarded with a match with the two men he attacked at the next show.
It goes without saying that both my client and myself are personally horrified by this decision by the both the Owner and the General Manager of Canadian Wrestling X Pro, but as Brett here has signed a very lucrative contract we are not left with very many choices. Brett Starr is obligated by law to appear at the August 12th show and that is exactly what he is going to do. Because Brett Starr is a man of his word!
*Brett Starr nods along as his agent continues to speak.*
David Greene: But as an act of good faith, both Mr. Starr and myself are formally requesting not only an apology from Killgrave himself for his actions last week...but an apology from Angelo Valour himself! My client was a victim of this attack because your security dropped the ball. If it was up to me, I would tell Starr to tear up his contract and let the courts decide what to do about this situation...but Mr. Starr is a competitor.
That being said...We will not be taken advantage of. If an apology is not received by the start of the show on Monday night, my client will be instructed to take the next step in this legal process. Mister Valour...Please do the right thing and make this situation right. Force Killgrave to issue an apology to my client or you and your company will suffer the consequences.
*Brett smiles and pats his agent on the shoulder as he takes his place behind the podium. Starr leans on the podium with both of his arms and begins to speak into the microphone.*
Brett Starr: Killgrave...Killgrave...Killgrave. What exactly do I have to say to you this week after I did what I told you I was going to do last week? I promised you and everyone watching at home that I was going to be the one with his arm raised in victory at the end of our match and that is exactly what happened.
*Brett smirks for a moment before it fades into a scowl.*
Brett Starr: For about ten seconds...Then you brutally and savagely beat me up from behind.
*Brett rubs his chin and chuckles a bit as he continues.*
Brett Starr: I must admit. You got some real good shots in when I wasn't looking. You really knocked me for a loop and beat me within an inch of my life. I could feel the anger and frustration from your loss to me come out in each and every punch and kick you landed on me. When you dropped me with the Gravebuster, I genuinely thought I was going to crap out my spinal column.
But do you know what happened after I was helped to the back? The doctor looked me over and cleared me to compete this week. Then I scrapped myself off the examine table and caught the first plane out of that hellhole called Halifax. Why? Because I knew I needed to get back to the city of Angels to heal up because I wanted another shot at you. I beat you once and we both know I can do it again.
All week you were bragging that you only lost five matches in your professional career...Now you've lost six.
*Brett holds up six fingers with a smirk on his face.*
Brett Starr: I beat you because I am better than you. I am better than the entire roster, but I am especially better than you. And the fact that Sylar Drake is sticking his nose into our business does not do anything to affect that. I'm going into the Medicine Hat Arena-
*Brett makes a confused face and turns to his agent.*
Brett Starr: What kind of name is the "Medicine Hat Arena?"
*The agent shrugs and just mouths "Canada" while making a crazy sign with his finger. Starr smirks and turns back to the camera.*
Brett Starr: I guess that's true...but back to the business at hand. Sylar Drake getting involved in our business by attempting to bruise your knuckles with his facial bone structure isn't going to stop the inevitable from happening. You see Killgrave and Drake, history has a tendency of repeating itself. Last week, I went on the air and claimed that I was going to be the man walking out of Halifax with a victory and that is exactly what happened. I came, I saw and I conquered.
Killgrave tried to intimidate me backstage before the show. Sure, he muscled me around and showed me what kind of man he was. But in his eyes, I saw one thing.
*Starr leans forward on the podium once again with a sly smirk on his face.*
Brett Starr: Fear. He looked at me and saw exactly what Angelo did when he watched me training in his school. The face of the future of this business. Not some punk like Sylar Drake. Sylar, you may be big in the second rate town of San Diego but you aren't even in my league. I mean look at me. I dress in nothing but the finest clothes. I have movie star good looks. I am the man who Angelo can put on the poster and everyone will come out to see. I'm such a star it's in my name.
So what exactly do you bring to the table? Some dime store championship belt? A Fantastic Sams or MasterCuts twelve dollar haircut? Some lame spot monkey wrestling style that gets all the youtube smarks all excited?
*Brett makes an exaggerated yawning motion before speaking again.*
Brett Starr: You and Killgrave are just two more cookie cutouts out of the professional wrestling machine. Boring. I've seen it before. Now Brett Starr? That is exciting! I've said it before and I will say it again and again...Brett Starr is the FUTURE OF PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING!
Quote me on that. Put it on a t-shirt. Put it on a damn billboard. I am the future of Canadian X Pro Wrestling and as I proved last week when I outsmarted the monster Killgrave the Future is NOW.
*Starr leans back and smirks in a very cocky manner as he continues.*
Brett Starr: So send on the clowns this week. Triple Threat Challenge? Bring it on. As long as my demands are met and I am not going to go over them again. I am the greatest superstar this business has ever seen and I am demanding the respect that title brings along with it. I don't care who you put in front of me...I'll beat them. Sylar Drake. Killgrave. Moxie. Spyder. All of them like bowling pins waiting to get knocked down...and I'm the damn bowling ball rolling right to the top of this roster.
But why am I telling you what you already know? And if you still doubt me now...
*Brett pushes the podium over as his agent jumps back in shock. Starr rests his left leg on the hunk of wood that is splintered on the ground.*
Brett Starr: I'll just have to beat them this Monday night and prove it once again. No one is stopping this shooting star. Drake and Killgrave are just my second stepping stone to greatness. I'll show them and I'll show you. I'll show you ALL!
*Brett begins to speak more but Greene comes forward and places his right hand on his chest...patting it gently to calm his client down.*
David Greene: That's enough big guy. That's all they need right now. Let's do lunch and wait for our apology.
*Brett nods and walks off camera to the right with his agent as the cameraman slowly focuses on the broken podium on the ground as the screen fades to black for the final time.*
