Post by Starr on Sept 6, 2013 16:54:40 GMT -5
*The scene opens up with a shot of Brett Starr sitting at a pool side table at his beautiful Los Angeles home...or at least his dad's beautiful Los Angeles home. Starr is looking absolutely enamored with something as he sits in his black swimming trunks. Starr takes a drink from his ice water as he begins to speak.*
Brett Starr: You know...my life has changed so much since I've met you. I feel like a better man. I feel like...myself for the first time.
*Starr smiles bashfully as he pulls down his sunglasses to reveal his eyes that are tearing up a bit.*
Brett Starr: I guess what I am trying to say is...You complete me.
*Starr laughs and pulls his sunglasses back up and leans back in his chair.*
Brett Starr: OH! IT FEELS SO GOOD TO GET THAT OUT!
*The water next to him begins to splash and Brett's sister Lindsay is leaning against the pool side in the water with a look of concern and disgust on her face.*
Lindsay Starr: Oh my god...Please tell me that you are not talking to that title belt again.
*Starr looks at her with a horrified look and reaches across the table and grabs the belt that he was just talking to and clutches it tightly to his chest.*
Brett Starr: Don't talk about her like that! She is my precious!
Lindsay Starr: You are insane. Like absolutely, certifiably crazy. You need to be put somewhere for your own protection.
*Brett isn't even listening to his sister anymore as he is staring at his own reflection in the title belt. Starr is adjusting his hair and making kiss faces to himself in the reflection.*
Brett Starr: Linds...Does it ever bother you that I got all the looks and brains in the family?
*Lindsay just rolls her eyes and starts to swim again as Starr smirks and shakes his head at her. The gate to the pool area opens and David Greene, Starr's agent and close friend walks into it wearing a black Armani suit.*
David Greene: There he is! How is my Legacy Champion doing today?!?
Brett Starr: You hear that Lindsay?!? Someone who knows how to treat a champion!
Lindsay Starr: I can't help it that you have someone kissing your ass all the time! Maybe he can help you get your head out of it!
David Greene: Real classy there Lindsay.
Lindsay Starr: I just call it like I see it!
*Brett and David just shake their heads at her before turning and talking to each other.*
Brett Starr: So...get me out of this stupid title defense yet? I shouldn't be forced to compete just one week after suffering a traumatic head injury like I did in that cage match. My looks could have been permanently altered! Thank goodness for Doctor Thomas and the topical cream he gave me or I may have had a scar!
David Greene: Unfortunately Angelo Valour seems pretty dead set on making you defend it against both of those clowns. I don't get what he has against you. You are single-handedly delivering new talent to his cheap company each and every day. But each show he seems to want to make you jump through one hoop or another.
Brett Starr: Angelo doesn't recognize talent when he sees it. I think Travis may finally be realizing what they have in me but I doubt he'll be able to convince his brother about what is good for business! Especially after they brought in that Chamber clown. What are they trying to set up in this company? The Triangle of Power?
*Greene just nods in agreement and he takes a set in a patio chair. He crosses his arms and leans back to get comfortable.*
David Greene: What I don't understand is why that little woman friend of yours from Twitter got this shot.
*Starr makes a face of "Tell me something I don't know" to his agent as they both shake their head in disgust.*
Brett Starr: I want you to set up a camera crew for later today. I think I've sat on my laurels for a little too long this week. I've heard Tiami and Greyson both running their mouths all week...Now its time to remind them of exactly why I am the best wrestler in this company once again.
David Greene: Right on...Any location you thinking?
*Starr smirks at his agent as the scene fades to black.*
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*The scene opens back up at the exterior of the famous Playboy Mansion. The front door opens and Hugh Hefner is standing there. Hefner motions to his right and Brett Starr walks out with a smirk on his face and his Legacy Championship draped across his left shoulder. Starr is in a custom made suit and is looking like a million bucks. Starr shakes Hefner's hand and smirks at the camera.*
Brett Starr: Oh, hello there. I didn't realize that you guys would be here so soon. I was just talking to my close personal friend Hef here about the worst decision Playboy ever made...
*Starr holds up Tiami's issue of Playboy from a few years back. Starr makes a disgusted face and drops it on the ground before taking out a bottle of disinfectant and cleaning his hands with it.*
Brett Starr: You see, I was explaining to Hef over here that even if you take trash...Polish it up and put it on the cover of something classy...It's still trash at the end of the day. I mean, Tiami is a very lovely woman...don't get me wrong. I could see how someone could be fooled, but each and every time she opens her massive trap she ruins it all. Tiami is the perfect example of someone who needs to learn she is nothing more than enhancement talent. Better seen....but not heard.
*Starr smirks and pats Hef on the shoulder and Hefner walks back into the house and Starr continues to speak.*
Brett Starr: But somehow...despite not doing one damn thing to earn it, Tiami has found herself in a golden opportunity. She ran her mouth non-stop on Twitter and somehow that earned her a Legacy Championship Shot? What in the hell is Angelo doing? He says he smells ratings...but what happens if the impossible takes place and I lose my championship? Imagine how the ratings will go in the toilet if all the Canadians see their one true hero Brett Starr be defeated by common gutter trash?
And the worst case scenario can happen if Greyson Blaze chokes just like he did at the Finale last weekend! Blaze jumped first...but he choked. Some masked assailant...Which I have no idea who it was by the way.
*Starr smirks and winks into the camera.*
Brett Starr: Caught him. Always an excuse with you isn't there Blaze? And now you are already challenging me in some dumb concept called an "Overboard" match?!? No. HELL NO. I refuse to be made a spectacle in some hair-brained attempt to grab ratings. If you want to have an overboard match...knock yourself out. But don't expect Brett Starr to take a part. Because I officially turn down your challenge. I am going to defeat you and Tiami this weekend and continue my path of dominance in this company. I have nothing more to prove to you after I defeat you once again.
*Starr smirks as he continues to speak again.*
Brett Starr: You see Blaze...You continue down the same path you did before our last match. You say that I am not as talented as I claim. But I still have this belt on my shoulder. You say I am hack...but I still defeated you. Winners don't make excuses, they just go out there and close. That is exactly what I did. I closed when you...did not.
Greyson Blaze can say whatever he wants...but in the end he just can't seem to win it when it counts. Hell, Greyson is already trying to set up his back up plan with this hair-brained Overboard match...But it ends this weekend for us Greyson. I have nothing to prove to you anymore. I defeated you once and I am damn sure going to do it again.
I find it funny...Tiami and Greyson are all working off the same sheet it seems. Both are too busy talking about how much of a "Green Rooki" I am and how I don't deserve to be where I am. But let me ask them this, what exactly have they done in Canadian X Pro? Because that is all that counts right here. I don't care about their history. I could care less about their personal problems or what they think of my personality. That does not matter to me in the least...what I care about is what is on my shoulder.
*Starr pats the Legacy Championship.*
Brett Starr: This tour is dedicated to my greatness. This tour is a showcase of Brett Starr and everyone is going to take notice. The first thing I am going to prove is that I am better than Tiami Tyler and Greyson Blaze. Not that I have to...it's because I actually want to.
Greyson, despite all the trash talk Tiami and I have traded on twitter...You are the one who has gotten under my skin the most this week. Claiming that I am your BITCH? What exactly have you done besides lose to me? Have we even had any interaction besides that? You are nothing more than a scared veteran desperately clutching to his "spot"
But I am better than you. I beat you. You know I beat you. Deep in your heart, you know you can't take me. So when you call me mid-card talent, what does that make you?
Greyson, I am carrying you into a main event this week. And this week, after I beat you...I am going to send you all the way back down to the ground floor of this company. Tiami will be fine. From what I have seen she has talent and the friends to keep her spot safe for a few more weeks at least...but you? You are nothing more than a washed up hack living on borrowed time.
I'm tired of you...and that is why I am going to finish this little "feud" between us once and all this week. But, is it really a feud when one side completely dominates the other? I think what we should call it is the "Massacre of Greyson Blaze"
*Starr smiles brightly.*
Brett Starr: Your career will be sacrificed to advance mine. Brett Starr is the greatest wrestler this world will ever see. That much is true...Doubt that all you want, but you can't fight the truth forever. The belt is staying with me. Tiami and Greyson can't stop me. No one can slow down a Shooting Starr...You will all see soon enough.
*Starr laughs confidently as he closes the door to the mansion and the screen fades to black.*
Brett Starr: You know...my life has changed so much since I've met you. I feel like a better man. I feel like...myself for the first time.
*Starr smiles bashfully as he pulls down his sunglasses to reveal his eyes that are tearing up a bit.*
Brett Starr: I guess what I am trying to say is...You complete me.
*Starr laughs and pulls his sunglasses back up and leans back in his chair.*
Brett Starr: OH! IT FEELS SO GOOD TO GET THAT OUT!
*The water next to him begins to splash and Brett's sister Lindsay is leaning against the pool side in the water with a look of concern and disgust on her face.*
Lindsay Starr: Oh my god...Please tell me that you are not talking to that title belt again.
*Starr looks at her with a horrified look and reaches across the table and grabs the belt that he was just talking to and clutches it tightly to his chest.*
Brett Starr: Don't talk about her like that! She is my precious!
Lindsay Starr: You are insane. Like absolutely, certifiably crazy. You need to be put somewhere for your own protection.
*Brett isn't even listening to his sister anymore as he is staring at his own reflection in the title belt. Starr is adjusting his hair and making kiss faces to himself in the reflection.*
Brett Starr: Linds...Does it ever bother you that I got all the looks and brains in the family?
*Lindsay just rolls her eyes and starts to swim again as Starr smirks and shakes his head at her. The gate to the pool area opens and David Greene, Starr's agent and close friend walks into it wearing a black Armani suit.*
David Greene: There he is! How is my Legacy Champion doing today?!?
Brett Starr: You hear that Lindsay?!? Someone who knows how to treat a champion!
Lindsay Starr: I can't help it that you have someone kissing your ass all the time! Maybe he can help you get your head out of it!
David Greene: Real classy there Lindsay.
Lindsay Starr: I just call it like I see it!
*Brett and David just shake their heads at her before turning and talking to each other.*
Brett Starr: So...get me out of this stupid title defense yet? I shouldn't be forced to compete just one week after suffering a traumatic head injury like I did in that cage match. My looks could have been permanently altered! Thank goodness for Doctor Thomas and the topical cream he gave me or I may have had a scar!
David Greene: Unfortunately Angelo Valour seems pretty dead set on making you defend it against both of those clowns. I don't get what he has against you. You are single-handedly delivering new talent to his cheap company each and every day. But each show he seems to want to make you jump through one hoop or another.
Brett Starr: Angelo doesn't recognize talent when he sees it. I think Travis may finally be realizing what they have in me but I doubt he'll be able to convince his brother about what is good for business! Especially after they brought in that Chamber clown. What are they trying to set up in this company? The Triangle of Power?
*Greene just nods in agreement and he takes a set in a patio chair. He crosses his arms and leans back to get comfortable.*
David Greene: What I don't understand is why that little woman friend of yours from Twitter got this shot.
*Starr makes a face of "Tell me something I don't know" to his agent as they both shake their head in disgust.*
Brett Starr: I want you to set up a camera crew for later today. I think I've sat on my laurels for a little too long this week. I've heard Tiami and Greyson both running their mouths all week...Now its time to remind them of exactly why I am the best wrestler in this company once again.
David Greene: Right on...Any location you thinking?
*Starr smirks at his agent as the scene fades to black.*
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*The scene opens back up at the exterior of the famous Playboy Mansion. The front door opens and Hugh Hefner is standing there. Hefner motions to his right and Brett Starr walks out with a smirk on his face and his Legacy Championship draped across his left shoulder. Starr is in a custom made suit and is looking like a million bucks. Starr shakes Hefner's hand and smirks at the camera.*
Brett Starr: Oh, hello there. I didn't realize that you guys would be here so soon. I was just talking to my close personal friend Hef here about the worst decision Playboy ever made...
*Starr holds up Tiami's issue of Playboy from a few years back. Starr makes a disgusted face and drops it on the ground before taking out a bottle of disinfectant and cleaning his hands with it.*
Brett Starr: You see, I was explaining to Hef over here that even if you take trash...Polish it up and put it on the cover of something classy...It's still trash at the end of the day. I mean, Tiami is a very lovely woman...don't get me wrong. I could see how someone could be fooled, but each and every time she opens her massive trap she ruins it all. Tiami is the perfect example of someone who needs to learn she is nothing more than enhancement talent. Better seen....but not heard.
*Starr smirks and pats Hef on the shoulder and Hefner walks back into the house and Starr continues to speak.*
Brett Starr: But somehow...despite not doing one damn thing to earn it, Tiami has found herself in a golden opportunity. She ran her mouth non-stop on Twitter and somehow that earned her a Legacy Championship Shot? What in the hell is Angelo doing? He says he smells ratings...but what happens if the impossible takes place and I lose my championship? Imagine how the ratings will go in the toilet if all the Canadians see their one true hero Brett Starr be defeated by common gutter trash?
And the worst case scenario can happen if Greyson Blaze chokes just like he did at the Finale last weekend! Blaze jumped first...but he choked. Some masked assailant...Which I have no idea who it was by the way.
*Starr smirks and winks into the camera.*
Brett Starr: Caught him. Always an excuse with you isn't there Blaze? And now you are already challenging me in some dumb concept called an "Overboard" match?!? No. HELL NO. I refuse to be made a spectacle in some hair-brained attempt to grab ratings. If you want to have an overboard match...knock yourself out. But don't expect Brett Starr to take a part. Because I officially turn down your challenge. I am going to defeat you and Tiami this weekend and continue my path of dominance in this company. I have nothing more to prove to you after I defeat you once again.
*Starr smirks as he continues to speak again.*
Brett Starr: You see Blaze...You continue down the same path you did before our last match. You say that I am not as talented as I claim. But I still have this belt on my shoulder. You say I am hack...but I still defeated you. Winners don't make excuses, they just go out there and close. That is exactly what I did. I closed when you...did not.
Greyson Blaze can say whatever he wants...but in the end he just can't seem to win it when it counts. Hell, Greyson is already trying to set up his back up plan with this hair-brained Overboard match...But it ends this weekend for us Greyson. I have nothing to prove to you anymore. I defeated you once and I am damn sure going to do it again.
I find it funny...Tiami and Greyson are all working off the same sheet it seems. Both are too busy talking about how much of a "Green Rooki" I am and how I don't deserve to be where I am. But let me ask them this, what exactly have they done in Canadian X Pro? Because that is all that counts right here. I don't care about their history. I could care less about their personal problems or what they think of my personality. That does not matter to me in the least...what I care about is what is on my shoulder.
*Starr pats the Legacy Championship.*
Brett Starr: This tour is dedicated to my greatness. This tour is a showcase of Brett Starr and everyone is going to take notice. The first thing I am going to prove is that I am better than Tiami Tyler and Greyson Blaze. Not that I have to...it's because I actually want to.
Greyson, despite all the trash talk Tiami and I have traded on twitter...You are the one who has gotten under my skin the most this week. Claiming that I am your BITCH? What exactly have you done besides lose to me? Have we even had any interaction besides that? You are nothing more than a scared veteran desperately clutching to his "spot"
But I am better than you. I beat you. You know I beat you. Deep in your heart, you know you can't take me. So when you call me mid-card talent, what does that make you?
Greyson, I am carrying you into a main event this week. And this week, after I beat you...I am going to send you all the way back down to the ground floor of this company. Tiami will be fine. From what I have seen she has talent and the friends to keep her spot safe for a few more weeks at least...but you? You are nothing more than a washed up hack living on borrowed time.
I'm tired of you...and that is why I am going to finish this little "feud" between us once and all this week. But, is it really a feud when one side completely dominates the other? I think what we should call it is the "Massacre of Greyson Blaze"
*Starr smiles brightly.*
Brett Starr: Your career will be sacrificed to advance mine. Brett Starr is the greatest wrestler this world will ever see. That much is true...Doubt that all you want, but you can't fight the truth forever. The belt is staying with me. Tiami and Greyson can't stop me. No one can slow down a Shooting Starr...You will all see soon enough.
*Starr laughs confidently as he closes the door to the mansion and the screen fades to black.*
