Meanwhile, Outside..

[ohno]

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Brent Starr is walking straight out the building and through the back door towards his car when he sees the last minute or so of Syrus Sykes "promo" if you can call it that. Starr see's him standing by his car, trying to cash in on some heat on his behalf and laughs as the camera man cuts the live feed. Luckily though, another camera man was walking and filming Starr as he left the building
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Ya know something Syrus. Your bitch ass can't even get yourself over without talking out your ass. And what the fuck are you doing near MY car. And don't try to feed me some bullshit line like, you heard me say I was coming here, because I only said it about, 2 minutes ago, and you talked that whole time standing right infront of it.

You and your afro puffin purple power ranger ass can get the fuck away from my vehicle, before I put my fist through your "grill" and out the back of your head. Honestly, I straight up don't give a fuck what your excuse is for being out here, but I have the right to be suspicious of some sort of criminal activity out here. Were you going to break into my car? Steal my stereo? Plant some sort of explosive? I think you were! Probably trying to do the dirty work of Vincent Fate too huh? Yeah, I know his raggedy old ass can't do shit himself anymore. He can't even run his mouth on TV, let alone throw a fist.

So thank you, thank you for providing evidence on film, on two accounts now, of you being near my car, and probably tampering with it. You stupid idiot. Caught red handed.

And who the fuck wears purple anyway? Are you a cocksmoker Syrus? Cause I think you are. I think your a straight up salad tosser. Trying to be a pretty boy on camera and passing it off as "Style". No no, my big haired compadre, your hiding behind a facade of big words and puffed out feathers. And really, who you trying to impress? The fans? The bosses? Nobody cares about your act. Not even thoses bosses your trying to kiss ass to. They'll turn on you like a turnstyle in a subway station.

CLICK CLICK, CLICK CLICK, CLICK CLICK!

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While he continues he gets right up close and personal with him
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And all this time I thought you might have some actual credability. Ya fooled me guy. I thought the balls you had, sticking it to Payne might make you a better man, but I was wrong. Your drinking the same kool-aid all these other suckers on the roster drink. You think that, just because I haven't won a title here, that your equal to me? No, drink up some more there FROdo. What I've done, everywhere, means more then what I didn't do here. What did I wrestle here, 5 matches? Do you think wrestling five matches would get me a title shot? No, I don't think so. If that were to happen, it'd be favortism. And we both know XWA has no favortism now does it?

Oh heck no. We can't call, Jayson Jones getting any match he wants favortism, no. We can't call Jon Payne getting his, whatever the fuck he called that match, favortism either right? No. And we sure as hell can't call Dru Nedermeyer, coming and going as he pleases, fighting anyone he wants, when he wants and getting away with it favortism either right? Ofcourse not! But is it any coincidence, that Vincent Fate's son and the men he trained are getting all the attention? All the spotlight? All they want? Is it not Vincent Fate who ultimately signs the cheques and papers?

Coincidence? I think not! Allow the DEAN to teach and preach some more on you uneducated, unknowing, name stealing, gimmick infringing criminal intention ass!

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He turns and hops up on the hood of his car
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They're going to continue to dominate this company unless someone, or someones, actually stand up against them and point out these atrocities of "fairness" . Now we, as current as of this moment, XWA employees, can make a difference in that whole scheme. You can either go out there tonight, to fight Payne and I, and be the tool they want you to be, continuing to drink their kool-aid, waiting for the benefits to kick in. OR you can send a message to the puppeteers behind the scenes, pulling strings and making you dance the way you want to.

And believe me, everything you do and say, is exactly what they want you to do, and say. They pull your strings whether you realize it or not. But hey, I'm not telling you anything you don't already know. Your just to blind and ignorant to reason to realize it and man up to it.

And finally, you can say what you want about FCW & LXW, both companies that gave me a start, so they think. I still own an LXW belt which I was never defeated for. FCW gave me a world title oppurtunity, yes, and I took the ball and ran with it, beating the only man left worth beating for the belt, Raiyven. A man of integrity, honor, decency and respect. I beat him, and just like it happened to him, it happened to me. I underestimated an opponent and they got the better of me, costing me the FCW world title.

So yes, you researched me real well, Syrus. But you failed to look beyond your closed minded vision. If you really wanted to know everything about me, you should have dug deeper and realized my UPW roots, where I am a FOUR TIME world champion, of a company thats been open since 1996. That's eleven years it's been open, and 5 of them I have been working there. As a ring setup crew member, then as a trainee, and finally as a wrestler. So my 11 year UPW fed TRUMPS this 1 year and almost closed at one point, XWA.

So now, you can remove yourself from the vicinity of my vehicle, so that I can sit and wait to see if XWA has the balls to allow me to go back in there shortly, and beat the living shit out of two of it's middle of the pack stars. And if I were you, and they do allow me to. I'd pray to whatever fucking god you believe in, that when I'm in that ring, and I lift you up in the fucking air, I don't "accidentally" land an inch or two short of where I should, or more then I should, because it would be a sure fucking travesty if I had the honor of paralyzing your decrepit, uneducated, unknowing ass.

And while your praying, say one for your friend Jon'boy too. The world might not like to mourn the loss of it's evolutionary leader..whatever would happen to the game then? Oh ya, I forgot.. I'd continue to revolutionalize it, the same way I always do.

But don't worry about me Sy-guy, there'll probably be another guy coming along next year for this rookie fed of cookie cutter images of heels and faces amongst the odd talent, with the last name Starr. They all wanna be me, they imitate me, try to be what I am. And do you know what that is?

I'm not a gimmick. I'm not a storyline for the fans to follow. I'm Brent Starr, my real fucking name. The one man in this whole fucking industry that speaks about it, and BE's about it.

I'm FUCKING REAL!

Now go inside and put on your act, you generic piece of shit. And don't forget to pray for your safety.

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And with that, Brent slides off the hood of his car, unlocks the driver side door, steps inside and sits down in the passenger seat as the camera men, arena and XWA security drag Syrus Sykes away from Starr's car. Just in case something "REAL" were to happen on live Pay Per View that they couldn't control or script for their audience at home
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