Post by Starr on Aug 11, 2013 18:21:56 GMT -5
Brett Starr: SON OF A BITCH!
*A cheap chair from the Holiday Inn Express in Alberta goes crashing into the tan wall directly behind David Greene, making him jump from his seat position on the bed and scrambling to the other side of the room. Starr, who is dressed only in black swim trunks and seems to be back from taking a dip in the hotel pool by the white towel that is draped over his neck is pacing back and forth in front of the television as he is angrily waving his iPad around that is open on his Twitter app.*
David Greene: Brett, calm down buddy. It's nothing. Not a big deal.
Brett Starr: Not a big deal? Are you freaking kidding me?
*Brett starts to read a tweet out loud from the app as Greene crosses his arms and shakes his head in frustration at both his client and the situation as a whole.*
Brett Starr: "We owe you NO apologies Mr. Starr."
*Brett shakes his head and looks incredulously at his agent, who is smoothing out his white polo shirt.*
David Greene: Hey, look at the bright side...At least they called you Mister Starr. That is a solid step up from what some of the other people have been calling you in the past few weeks.
*Brett starts to type in a twitter response furiously into his iPad. Greene moves to try and look at what his client is entering but Starr turns his back to him and sends it before Greene can read it.*
David Greene: Dude, we have to be on the same side on these things. You can't go all free-balling on me and expect me to be able to handle the spin!
Brett Starr: Listen here David...
*Brett sticks his right index finger into the chest of David roughly and gets nose to nose with him.*
Brett Starr: You work for me. Not vice-versa. I am the brightest star in the entire industry and I am not going to be treated like an absolute joke. Not by Killgrave...
David Greene: Some people said he already did that last week. With the slushie and all...
*Brett looks over to the left in absolute anger as he back up from his agent. The Twitter app on his iPad sends a notification alert sound and Starr lifts it up and reads the response from Canadian X Pro's twitter account. The response does not make him any happier as he shakes his head but doesn't say anything. Greene takes the device out of Brett's hand and reads it for himself with seemingly no facial expression at all. After he is done, he nods silently and pulls out his cell phone and begins to text furiously himself.*
Brett Starr: What are you doing?
David Greene: I am doing my job Brett. These tweets are starting to drift into absolute libel and I am making sure you have a media outlet to express your disappointment in the whole situation.
*Brett smirks and crosses his arms while nodding in approval.*
Brett Starr: I like it. I do like to express my opinion.
David Greene: Yeah, tell me something that I don't know.
Brett Starr: I slept with your sister back in Los Angeles.
*David smirks and shakes his head as Starr looks at him smugly.*
David Greene: She is a whore. She sleeps with every one of my clients. She is a star groupie...You should feel good. That must mean you are A-List. Congrats! You made it!
*Brett looks disgusted at the news he received as David pats him on the back and starts to walk him towards the room's bathroom.*
David Greene: You need to get cleaned up. I need you in the studio in 45 minutes. Cortez will be waiting for us there.
*Brett's shoulder's droop and he throws his head back in disappointment like a toddler.*
Brett Starr: Nick Cortez? He is the worst. Couldn't you find anyone better?
David Greene: We are in Alberta on a Sunday afternoon. I'm not a miracle worker, I have to work with what is available to me. Next week, we will hire your own personal interviewer if that is what you want. But for right now...CLEAN UP. LET'S GO!
*Starr goes into the bathroom and starts up the shower after he closes the door. Greene sits back down on the large queen sized bed in the room and resumes texting as he waits for his client to be ready for the interview as the screen fades to black.*
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*The scene reopens with a shot of Nick Cortez sitting in a director's chair wearing a Canadian X t-shirt and blue jeans. Across from him on the right sits Brett Starr, wearing a purple shirt and a black tie with a grey vest and grey slacks. Starr looks appalled as he looks at the tacky red fabric they are using as a backdrop for the one on one interview. Nick looks directly into the camera with a smile as he begins to speak.*
Nick Cortez: Good afternoon Canadian X Pro Wrestling fans! I have a very special treat for all of our website viewers this afternoon! An exclusive interview with the most discussed wrestler on our roster for the past 24 hours! Please welcome Brett Starr! How are you Brett!
*Nick reaches over for a handshake but Starr just stares at it unimpressed.*
Brett Starr: Trust me when I tell you that this is completely and utterly your pleasure. Let me lay down the grounds rules here...I'm not going to answer anything that I don't want to. You and I? We aren't friends. We aren't associates. You are simply a means to an end. I am here to discuss my unhappiness with the company in a very frank and public manner. Talk about how hurt and disappointed I am about how my issues are being addressed and talk about the complete and utter weakness of my...
*Brett uses air quotes as he continues.*
Brett Starr: "Opponents" in my upcoming match tomorrow night. Where each and every viewer already knows what's going to happen. Heck, even you know what's going to happen, right Nick?
*Nick's eyes go wide in shock that Brett asked him a question and he just shakes his head and shrugs his shoulders which draws a audible, loud sigh from Starr who puts his head in his hands for a few seconds in disappointment of the stupidity of the man he is sharing the screen with at this moment. Starr finally lifts his face up and smiles brightly as he looks into the camera.*
Brett Starr: I Win. That is what happens. Just like last week and just like what is going to happen the week after. Brett Starr is a winner. All I do is win. Just like that craptastic rap song said...All I do is win, win, win-
*Nick smiles and nods enthusiastically and can't help himself but to cut Brett off to interject.*
Nick Cortez: "And everybody's hands go up! AND THEY STAY THERE!"
*Nick bobs his head to the music that is playing in his head as Starr just sits there with his mouth agape and his hand up where it was earlier as he was making his point. Nick finally opens his eyes and sees that Starr is not impressed with his actions and straightens up immediately.*
Nick Cortez: I'm sorry, I guess I got caught up in the moment there. Please continue.
Brett Starr: Are you sure? You already make enough of an ass out of yourself? You want to go for the gold?
*Nick shakes his head no and sits there quietly as Starr continues his point after the interruption.*
Brett Starr: Back to my point...I am the most talked about wrestler on this roster. The social media scene has blown up discussing me. Like me or hate me...I am buzz worthy right now. Where exactly is Killgrave in all this? He has gone stone cold quiet ever since he had his little temper tantrum last week. But what exactly did he get for a punishment for his actions when he attacked both me and that little snot nosed gutter punk Sylar Drake? A match to try and do it again. What exactly makes the powers that be here in the company that Killgrave won't just bring that stupid block of wood to the ring and try and take us out for good?
I'm being serious. Killgrave already knows he can't beat me in a fair fight. I absolutely embarrassed him during our match last week. I took each and every move he had and I kept coming back for more! I can't be stopped by some muscled-up freak of nature like Killgrave!
*Brett leans back in his chair a bit and runs his left hand through his hair in frustration.*
Brett Starr: I keep saying this and people keep trying to discredit it because they fear the truth. I am the future of this business. Canadian X Pro's ultimate success or failure lies in my hands. That is a fact. And the sad truth is men like Angelo Valour and his weak-minded brother are willing to mortgage that future for a cheap match. What if Killgrave and Sylar Drake decide backstage that the best option is to try and blow out my knee and take me out of the action? What if Drake holds me back and let's Killgrave knock my beautiful head into the upper balcony of the Medicine Hat Arena???
Think of the children. They will mortified to see their hero, Brett Starr be taken out in such a horrific manner.
*Brett hangs his head low and shakes it in sadness.*
Brett Starr: But, as the powers that be so eloquently said this afternoon in a tweet to me..."Wrestling is for men not pussies."
So I'll fight this Monday night against these two idiots. And I will win. But, I will not step into that ring before I receive the apology that I rightfully deserve. The lack of security last week threatened my career when that monster Killgrave lost his mind and put his hands on me after our match! No one came out to help me. No one tried to stop him. I was brutally assaulted and nothing has been done. I demand JUSTICE.
Nick Cortez: If I can stop you right there Brett, you have already talked about this. What exactly can you do though? You said it yourself...You are going to compete in this Triple Threat Match. What are you going to do if you don't receive your apology like you are demanding?
*Starr shakes his head with a smirk.*
Brett Starr: I doubt Angelo will let it get that far. Above all else, Valour knows good business. Pissing off your greatest asset is not a good way to run a company. I am the star of this company. I proved it last week and I am going to prove it this week!
Nick Cortez: What did you think about what Sylar had to say about you? He doesn't seem very impressed with you either.
*Brett just chuckles with a devilish grin.*
Brett Starr: I barely think Sylar Drake knows I am in this match. Which is honestly his mistake because I am his biggest threat. Sylar claimed I have a massive ego. And I have to admit...he is probably right. But is it really being cocky when you back it up?
Nick Cortez: Did...did you just quote a Kid Rock song?
*If looks could kill, Nick's head would explode from the look of anger and hate that Brett is staring at him with.*
Brett Starr: It's a solid point. What have I exactly said that isn't true yet? I said I would beat Killgrave. Then I did.
I told everyone that I was the future of this company. Look at twitter. Who is the man that most people are talking about in this company? Not that Spider moron that the old man Legion is trying to make a quick buck off of. Not the demonic clown faced kid that got his ass handed to him last week in the main event. And certainly not Sylar Drake. Drake may be a big fish in a small pond in San Diego...but this is a whole new ball league here.
This is my company. People think I am demanding too much? My agent doesn't think I am asking for enough! All I want is what I deserve. I want Angelo and his moronic sibling that I haven't even bothered to learn the name of-
Nick Cortez: It's Travis...
Brett Starr: It doesn't matter. I want those two to look me in the eye, shake my hand and look me in the eye and apologize. That's it. Then I will walk down to the ring and beat the crap out of both of those morons and continue my winning ways. I have an express ticket to super-stardom and I am willing to drag the rest of this company with me...Even if every other wrestler goes kicking and screaming.
*Brett leans forward and smirks.*
Brett Starr: You understand my demands right? Do you think I am asking too much?
Nick Cortez: I think you are being unrealistic. This is a dangerous business-
*Brett holds his hand up and stops listening.*
Brett Starr: You're just like everyone else in this damn company. No vision for the future. I'm done talking about this subject now. I'm going to take the last few minutes discussing my opponents this week. I trust that is alright with you?
*Nick just nods and waves his hand that says "go on." The camera zooms in and Starr stares directly down the lens.*
Brett Starr: Killgrave...What else is left to be said? You lost, you lost your shit and you attacked me last week. Look man, I get it. You are frustrated. You have taken so many PEDs and steroids that you have a temper that is even shorter than your penis. So I have rethought my opinion, you don't need to apologize to me for your actions last weeks. I see them for what they are...the last grasp at any shot of relevancy here in this company.
The writing is on the wall KG...I already beat you. My stock is going up...while yours is going down. And after I beat you again this week its going to be locked in stone. You are on your way out big guy. Sorry I'm not sorry buddy.
*Brett smiles and shrugs.*
Brett Starr: And now it brings me to my other opponent...The one who actually decided to actually say something in my general direction...Sylar Drake. Sylar, did I mention to you that I am a fan of yours? No? That's probably good because I am unimpressed. The fact that you actually hold a title and some other wrestler actually holds you in such high regards that he is willing to team with you actually flabbergasts me. Sylar, you may look the part of a "cool guy" wrestler. You may have some of the fans fooled that they actually believe that you have talent...
But I see through all the BS. I see you for what you truly are. The scared little boy trying to puff out his chest and acting like Billy Bad-Ass to impress all of his friends. You don't have the talent or skill to last in this business. Not like me. You may be carrying around a shiny piece of scrap metal right now but we both know that isn't worth a crap here. If I wanted to waste my effort and time...I could dominate the San Diego circuit. But I choose not to. Why? Because it's a joke just like you are.
But here is the sad thing about that joke...no one is laughing anymore. You don't think you're a punchline when it's obvious to me and everyone else you are. You are what is called "enhancement talent." You're here to make the real stars...
*Brett points at himself with a smirk.*
Brett Starr: Look good. Not that I need the help. I can have a five star match with a block of wood. And luckily for me, I am facing the equivalent of that this week when I take on the two of you! So do what you do best...lay down and let the real star pick up the win. Brett Starr...THE FUTURE OF THE BUSINESS!
*Brett brushes the cameraman back up and stands up from his chair.*
Brett Starr: This interview...
*Brett takes the microphone pack off his belt and removes the microphone clip and speaks directly into it.*
Brett Starr: IS OVER.
*Brett then throws the microphone equipment into Cortez's face and walks off camera to the right. Brett then re-emerges suddenly and yanks down the ugly red fabric that was behind them and reveals the white cinderblock wall behind it. Starr just grimaces at the sight as he walks off again and Cortez signals for them to cut the feed. The screen fades to black.*
*A cheap chair from the Holiday Inn Express in Alberta goes crashing into the tan wall directly behind David Greene, making him jump from his seat position on the bed and scrambling to the other side of the room. Starr, who is dressed only in black swim trunks and seems to be back from taking a dip in the hotel pool by the white towel that is draped over his neck is pacing back and forth in front of the television as he is angrily waving his iPad around that is open on his Twitter app.*
David Greene: Brett, calm down buddy. It's nothing. Not a big deal.
Brett Starr: Not a big deal? Are you freaking kidding me?
*Brett starts to read a tweet out loud from the app as Greene crosses his arms and shakes his head in frustration at both his client and the situation as a whole.*
Brett Starr: "We owe you NO apologies Mr. Starr."
*Brett shakes his head and looks incredulously at his agent, who is smoothing out his white polo shirt.*
David Greene: Hey, look at the bright side...At least they called you Mister Starr. That is a solid step up from what some of the other people have been calling you in the past few weeks.
*Brett starts to type in a twitter response furiously into his iPad. Greene moves to try and look at what his client is entering but Starr turns his back to him and sends it before Greene can read it.*
David Greene: Dude, we have to be on the same side on these things. You can't go all free-balling on me and expect me to be able to handle the spin!
Brett Starr: Listen here David...
*Brett sticks his right index finger into the chest of David roughly and gets nose to nose with him.*
Brett Starr: You work for me. Not vice-versa. I am the brightest star in the entire industry and I am not going to be treated like an absolute joke. Not by Killgrave...
David Greene: Some people said he already did that last week. With the slushie and all...
*Brett looks over to the left in absolute anger as he back up from his agent. The Twitter app on his iPad sends a notification alert sound and Starr lifts it up and reads the response from Canadian X Pro's twitter account. The response does not make him any happier as he shakes his head but doesn't say anything. Greene takes the device out of Brett's hand and reads it for himself with seemingly no facial expression at all. After he is done, he nods silently and pulls out his cell phone and begins to text furiously himself.*
Brett Starr: What are you doing?
David Greene: I am doing my job Brett. These tweets are starting to drift into absolute libel and I am making sure you have a media outlet to express your disappointment in the whole situation.
*Brett smirks and crosses his arms while nodding in approval.*
Brett Starr: I like it. I do like to express my opinion.
David Greene: Yeah, tell me something that I don't know.
Brett Starr: I slept with your sister back in Los Angeles.
*David smirks and shakes his head as Starr looks at him smugly.*
David Greene: She is a whore. She sleeps with every one of my clients. She is a star groupie...You should feel good. That must mean you are A-List. Congrats! You made it!
*Brett looks disgusted at the news he received as David pats him on the back and starts to walk him towards the room's bathroom.*
David Greene: You need to get cleaned up. I need you in the studio in 45 minutes. Cortez will be waiting for us there.
*Brett's shoulder's droop and he throws his head back in disappointment like a toddler.*
Brett Starr: Nick Cortez? He is the worst. Couldn't you find anyone better?
David Greene: We are in Alberta on a Sunday afternoon. I'm not a miracle worker, I have to work with what is available to me. Next week, we will hire your own personal interviewer if that is what you want. But for right now...CLEAN UP. LET'S GO!
*Starr goes into the bathroom and starts up the shower after he closes the door. Greene sits back down on the large queen sized bed in the room and resumes texting as he waits for his client to be ready for the interview as the screen fades to black.*
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*The scene reopens with a shot of Nick Cortez sitting in a director's chair wearing a Canadian X t-shirt and blue jeans. Across from him on the right sits Brett Starr, wearing a purple shirt and a black tie with a grey vest and grey slacks. Starr looks appalled as he looks at the tacky red fabric they are using as a backdrop for the one on one interview. Nick looks directly into the camera with a smile as he begins to speak.*
Nick Cortez: Good afternoon Canadian X Pro Wrestling fans! I have a very special treat for all of our website viewers this afternoon! An exclusive interview with the most discussed wrestler on our roster for the past 24 hours! Please welcome Brett Starr! How are you Brett!
*Nick reaches over for a handshake but Starr just stares at it unimpressed.*
Brett Starr: Trust me when I tell you that this is completely and utterly your pleasure. Let me lay down the grounds rules here...I'm not going to answer anything that I don't want to. You and I? We aren't friends. We aren't associates. You are simply a means to an end. I am here to discuss my unhappiness with the company in a very frank and public manner. Talk about how hurt and disappointed I am about how my issues are being addressed and talk about the complete and utter weakness of my...
*Brett uses air quotes as he continues.*
Brett Starr: "Opponents" in my upcoming match tomorrow night. Where each and every viewer already knows what's going to happen. Heck, even you know what's going to happen, right Nick?
*Nick's eyes go wide in shock that Brett asked him a question and he just shakes his head and shrugs his shoulders which draws a audible, loud sigh from Starr who puts his head in his hands for a few seconds in disappointment of the stupidity of the man he is sharing the screen with at this moment. Starr finally lifts his face up and smiles brightly as he looks into the camera.*
Brett Starr: I Win. That is what happens. Just like last week and just like what is going to happen the week after. Brett Starr is a winner. All I do is win. Just like that craptastic rap song said...All I do is win, win, win-
*Nick smiles and nods enthusiastically and can't help himself but to cut Brett off to interject.*
Nick Cortez: "And everybody's hands go up! AND THEY STAY THERE!"
*Nick bobs his head to the music that is playing in his head as Starr just sits there with his mouth agape and his hand up where it was earlier as he was making his point. Nick finally opens his eyes and sees that Starr is not impressed with his actions and straightens up immediately.*
Nick Cortez: I'm sorry, I guess I got caught up in the moment there. Please continue.
Brett Starr: Are you sure? You already make enough of an ass out of yourself? You want to go for the gold?
*Nick shakes his head no and sits there quietly as Starr continues his point after the interruption.*
Brett Starr: Back to my point...I am the most talked about wrestler on this roster. The social media scene has blown up discussing me. Like me or hate me...I am buzz worthy right now. Where exactly is Killgrave in all this? He has gone stone cold quiet ever since he had his little temper tantrum last week. But what exactly did he get for a punishment for his actions when he attacked both me and that little snot nosed gutter punk Sylar Drake? A match to try and do it again. What exactly makes the powers that be here in the company that Killgrave won't just bring that stupid block of wood to the ring and try and take us out for good?
I'm being serious. Killgrave already knows he can't beat me in a fair fight. I absolutely embarrassed him during our match last week. I took each and every move he had and I kept coming back for more! I can't be stopped by some muscled-up freak of nature like Killgrave!
*Brett leans back in his chair a bit and runs his left hand through his hair in frustration.*
Brett Starr: I keep saying this and people keep trying to discredit it because they fear the truth. I am the future of this business. Canadian X Pro's ultimate success or failure lies in my hands. That is a fact. And the sad truth is men like Angelo Valour and his weak-minded brother are willing to mortgage that future for a cheap match. What if Killgrave and Sylar Drake decide backstage that the best option is to try and blow out my knee and take me out of the action? What if Drake holds me back and let's Killgrave knock my beautiful head into the upper balcony of the Medicine Hat Arena???
Think of the children. They will mortified to see their hero, Brett Starr be taken out in such a horrific manner.
*Brett hangs his head low and shakes it in sadness.*
Brett Starr: But, as the powers that be so eloquently said this afternoon in a tweet to me..."Wrestling is for men not pussies."
So I'll fight this Monday night against these two idiots. And I will win. But, I will not step into that ring before I receive the apology that I rightfully deserve. The lack of security last week threatened my career when that monster Killgrave lost his mind and put his hands on me after our match! No one came out to help me. No one tried to stop him. I was brutally assaulted and nothing has been done. I demand JUSTICE.
Nick Cortez: If I can stop you right there Brett, you have already talked about this. What exactly can you do though? You said it yourself...You are going to compete in this Triple Threat Match. What are you going to do if you don't receive your apology like you are demanding?
*Starr shakes his head with a smirk.*
Brett Starr: I doubt Angelo will let it get that far. Above all else, Valour knows good business. Pissing off your greatest asset is not a good way to run a company. I am the star of this company. I proved it last week and I am going to prove it this week!
Nick Cortez: What did you think about what Sylar had to say about you? He doesn't seem very impressed with you either.
*Brett just chuckles with a devilish grin.*
Brett Starr: I barely think Sylar Drake knows I am in this match. Which is honestly his mistake because I am his biggest threat. Sylar claimed I have a massive ego. And I have to admit...he is probably right. But is it really being cocky when you back it up?
Nick Cortez: Did...did you just quote a Kid Rock song?
*If looks could kill, Nick's head would explode from the look of anger and hate that Brett is staring at him with.*
Brett Starr: It's a solid point. What have I exactly said that isn't true yet? I said I would beat Killgrave. Then I did.
I told everyone that I was the future of this company. Look at twitter. Who is the man that most people are talking about in this company? Not that Spider moron that the old man Legion is trying to make a quick buck off of. Not the demonic clown faced kid that got his ass handed to him last week in the main event. And certainly not Sylar Drake. Drake may be a big fish in a small pond in San Diego...but this is a whole new ball league here.
This is my company. People think I am demanding too much? My agent doesn't think I am asking for enough! All I want is what I deserve. I want Angelo and his moronic sibling that I haven't even bothered to learn the name of-
Nick Cortez: It's Travis...
Brett Starr: It doesn't matter. I want those two to look me in the eye, shake my hand and look me in the eye and apologize. That's it. Then I will walk down to the ring and beat the crap out of both of those morons and continue my winning ways. I have an express ticket to super-stardom and I am willing to drag the rest of this company with me...Even if every other wrestler goes kicking and screaming.
*Brett leans forward and smirks.*
Brett Starr: You understand my demands right? Do you think I am asking too much?
Nick Cortez: I think you are being unrealistic. This is a dangerous business-
*Brett holds his hand up and stops listening.*
Brett Starr: You're just like everyone else in this damn company. No vision for the future. I'm done talking about this subject now. I'm going to take the last few minutes discussing my opponents this week. I trust that is alright with you?
*Nick just nods and waves his hand that says "go on." The camera zooms in and Starr stares directly down the lens.*
Brett Starr: Killgrave...What else is left to be said? You lost, you lost your shit and you attacked me last week. Look man, I get it. You are frustrated. You have taken so many PEDs and steroids that you have a temper that is even shorter than your penis. So I have rethought my opinion, you don't need to apologize to me for your actions last weeks. I see them for what they are...the last grasp at any shot of relevancy here in this company.
The writing is on the wall KG...I already beat you. My stock is going up...while yours is going down. And after I beat you again this week its going to be locked in stone. You are on your way out big guy. Sorry I'm not sorry buddy.
*Brett smiles and shrugs.*
Brett Starr: And now it brings me to my other opponent...The one who actually decided to actually say something in my general direction...Sylar Drake. Sylar, did I mention to you that I am a fan of yours? No? That's probably good because I am unimpressed. The fact that you actually hold a title and some other wrestler actually holds you in such high regards that he is willing to team with you actually flabbergasts me. Sylar, you may look the part of a "cool guy" wrestler. You may have some of the fans fooled that they actually believe that you have talent...
But I see through all the BS. I see you for what you truly are. The scared little boy trying to puff out his chest and acting like Billy Bad-Ass to impress all of his friends. You don't have the talent or skill to last in this business. Not like me. You may be carrying around a shiny piece of scrap metal right now but we both know that isn't worth a crap here. If I wanted to waste my effort and time...I could dominate the San Diego circuit. But I choose not to. Why? Because it's a joke just like you are.
But here is the sad thing about that joke...no one is laughing anymore. You don't think you're a punchline when it's obvious to me and everyone else you are. You are what is called "enhancement talent." You're here to make the real stars...
*Brett points at himself with a smirk.*
Brett Starr: Look good. Not that I need the help. I can have a five star match with a block of wood. And luckily for me, I am facing the equivalent of that this week when I take on the two of you! So do what you do best...lay down and let the real star pick up the win. Brett Starr...THE FUTURE OF THE BUSINESS!
*Brett brushes the cameraman back up and stands up from his chair.*
Brett Starr: This interview...
*Brett takes the microphone pack off his belt and removes the microphone clip and speaks directly into it.*
Brett Starr: IS OVER.
*Brett then throws the microphone equipment into Cortez's face and walks off camera to the right. Brett then re-emerges suddenly and yanks down the ugly red fabric that was behind them and reveals the white cinderblock wall behind it. Starr just grimaces at the sight as he walks off again and Cortez signals for them to cut the feed. The screen fades to black.*
