Post by Starr on Aug 17, 2013 22:34:59 GMT -5
*The scene opens up with Brett Starr walking backstage at the last Tour event with a seriously angry scowl on his face. Starr just learned the news that he is going to have to put up his spot in the championship match next week. Starr walks over to the catering table where a pot of coffee and a few fresh fruit and vegetables are laid out for the wrestlers and he flips it over onto the ground...sending food and drink everywhere. Starr looks at a couple of the crew members standing there with shocked expressions on their faces and sneers at them.*
Brett Starr: What?
*The crew members shakes their heads and refuse to answer or even make eye contact.*
Brett Starr: I'm the star here! This is MY SHOW! MY COMPANY! I refuse...
*Starr begins to kick random pieces of watermelon across the floor angrily.*
Brett Starr: To be treated like a joke around here!!!! I am the only man worthy of being champion in this hell hole of a company. Where is KillGrave? Where is Sylar? Both laid out cold in the trainer's room right now. You know why? ME DAMMIT!
*Starr walks away from the two men with his hands on his hips shaking his head in frustration.*
Brett Starr: And now I am in a damn tables match against Cid White?!?! WHO? WHO?!?
*Brett Starr walks past a framed photograph of Wayne Gretzky and stops to look at it.*
Brett Starr: Wayne Gretzky was a star here in Canada. Then when the timing was right...he bolted for America for fame and for fortune. Now I have to ask myself...Why in the heck did I come to this rats nest of a country? Canada? What was I thinking?
*Brett rips down the framed picture and throws it violently against the opposite cinder block wall. Brett turns and grabs the camera and focuses it directly onto his face.*
Brett Starr: I'm going to lay down some real and knowledgeable truth upon everyone who is unfortunate not to be me. Canadian X Pro Wrestling is reliant solely on Brett Starr. Canadian X Pro Wrestling has nothing really to offer me. The talent in this locker room is a joke compared to me. I mean...look at my opponent this week Cid White. Can you say cookie cutter? Long hair, muscles, leather pants....yawn.
I know what the so-called "experts" say...That Cid White, he's got "the look." He can be a main eventer! Someone we can build a company around!
*Brett smirks and snorts at the idea of Cid White amounting to anything.*
Brett Starr: Cid White may be a fighter. White may be stronger than me...But I think I have already proven in this company that my brains will overcome any brawn that the Valour brothers decide to throw at me! I beat KillGrave! I beat Sylar Drake! You know how? I outsmarted them and I outsmarted the so called "bookers" of this company. They are trying to keep Brett Starr down but as the old saying goes..."The Cream Always Rises to the Top!"
And that's me. Not Cid White. Not Spyder...oh wait, he took his ball and he went home.
Not Sylar Drake. He's out for the foreseeable future according to my sources. It's just me.
Brett Starr is the future of this business. And I am going to make sure that no one forgets that.
*Brett violently shoves the camera and cameraman to the ground and storms off. The scene fades to black.*
Brett Starr: What?
*The crew members shakes their heads and refuse to answer or even make eye contact.*
Brett Starr: I'm the star here! This is MY SHOW! MY COMPANY! I refuse...
*Starr begins to kick random pieces of watermelon across the floor angrily.*
Brett Starr: To be treated like a joke around here!!!! I am the only man worthy of being champion in this hell hole of a company. Where is KillGrave? Where is Sylar? Both laid out cold in the trainer's room right now. You know why? ME DAMMIT!
*Starr walks away from the two men with his hands on his hips shaking his head in frustration.*
Brett Starr: And now I am in a damn tables match against Cid White?!?! WHO? WHO?!?
*Brett Starr walks past a framed photograph of Wayne Gretzky and stops to look at it.*
Brett Starr: Wayne Gretzky was a star here in Canada. Then when the timing was right...he bolted for America for fame and for fortune. Now I have to ask myself...Why in the heck did I come to this rats nest of a country? Canada? What was I thinking?
*Brett rips down the framed picture and throws it violently against the opposite cinder block wall. Brett turns and grabs the camera and focuses it directly onto his face.*
Brett Starr: I'm going to lay down some real and knowledgeable truth upon everyone who is unfortunate not to be me. Canadian X Pro Wrestling is reliant solely on Brett Starr. Canadian X Pro Wrestling has nothing really to offer me. The talent in this locker room is a joke compared to me. I mean...look at my opponent this week Cid White. Can you say cookie cutter? Long hair, muscles, leather pants....yawn.
I know what the so-called "experts" say...That Cid White, he's got "the look." He can be a main eventer! Someone we can build a company around!
*Brett smirks and snorts at the idea of Cid White amounting to anything.*
Brett Starr: Cid White may be a fighter. White may be stronger than me...But I think I have already proven in this company that my brains will overcome any brawn that the Valour brothers decide to throw at me! I beat KillGrave! I beat Sylar Drake! You know how? I outsmarted them and I outsmarted the so called "bookers" of this company. They are trying to keep Brett Starr down but as the old saying goes..."The Cream Always Rises to the Top!"
And that's me. Not Cid White. Not Spyder...oh wait, he took his ball and he went home.
Not Sylar Drake. He's out for the foreseeable future according to my sources. It's just me.
Brett Starr is the future of this business. And I am going to make sure that no one forgets that.
*Brett violently shoves the camera and cameraman to the ground and storms off. The scene fades to black.*
