| Starr vs. Starr: Matt Starr vs. Alexander StarrZoe | |
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| Bobbie Hearst | Nov 18 2012, 11:07 PM Post #1 |
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Matt Starr (New Era) vs. Alexander StarrZoe (Warped) 2 rp limit Deadline: Thursday December 13th at 11:59 EST |
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| Starr | Dec 13 2012, 12:18 AM Post #2 |
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“What am I, the fucking Make a Wish Foundation?” a bodiless voice calls out from the darkness before us, the only light is a faintly burning ember. The ember burns brighter, illuminating a small silver of facial features; long brown hair obscures the profile of the face. “What type of bullshit did I get roped into now? Damn it, I should really stop letting other people book my matches, you know that?” The orange light dies back a bit and heavy breathing can be heard. “I tell the guys over at WARPED; ‘yeah sure, go ahead and just put me out there, it’ll help with exposure’ and suddenly, I get this shit. When I said exposure, I meant it was help put our names over, now I’ve got some startup company using my name to sell tickets! I’m tired of making others look good. First I carry WARPED to international success is under a year off of my hard work alone and now I’m saddled with making Visionary Wrestling the next biggest inter-promotional federation to hit the scene. All they gave me to do it with was a lack luster collection of semi-talented roster mates; seriously, I could have done better on my own. This is the last name I let WARPED book my matches for me, I swear to God. This isn’t an attack on anyone personally either; I think everyone in this business sucks, I consider anyone else who is a professional wrestler to be only half as talented as I am, it just so happens that I now have the opportunity to meet much of the VWI roster in the ring at one time or another and prove that you’re all just as shitty as I predict you are.” Suddenly the area before us is illuminated; Alexander “Starr” StarrZoë sits in the middle of a bare cement block room on a straight back metal chair, smoking a cigarette. His feet are up at a metal table, where an ashtray and a pack of cigarettes rest. He looks tired and worn. “What the hell is Visionary Wrestling anyway? You would figure since I’m the most important member of the WARPED roster, someone would check with me first before they signed up for this shit. I feel like somehow, we got scammed here. Now VWI uses WARPED talent at monthly shows or whatever and makes bank off the fact that many of us are already established names in the business. Seriously, have you taken a look at the rest of the promotions in this place? Hell, I hate more than half the WARPED roster, but any one of us has more talent than the rest of this place combined. Shit, I’m more than a bit nervous about the fact that my check for this show might bounce, Visionary doesn’t exactly seem like the type of place that can afford my appearance fee. I am not a fucking charity here, I’m not going to go out there, put on an incredible show, carry whoever the hell they put me into a match-up with for twenty minutes, amaze the fans who already know who I am and make them believe that Visionary is the future, all while getting paid peanuts. Fuck that. VWI better more than make this worth my time or I swear to everything holy, I’ll steam roll through this entire roster. By the time I’m finished, this place will look like a nuclear bomb went off. Keep that in mind. Management better be thanking whatever God they pray to that I’m even showing up to the building. There will never again, in the existence of this place, be a name as big as mine that shows up on a VWI card.” “This place is so weird,” Starr continues, “that even the way that WARPED management approached me about my match struck a cord with me. Apparently, someone from VWI had gotten in contact with booking over at WARPED and proposed a ‘Starr v. Starr’ match. Now, I get it; the marketing opportunities alone would be good, catchy idea; a match between two people with ‘Starr’ in their name, awesome premises…I guess. But then WARPED management let me in on why this match was proposed. See, my opponent for Showcase Zero is evidently a fan of mine, this match-up was sold to me a ‘dream match’, and let me assure everyone out there, I don’t even know who the fuck my opponent is, so it certainly isn’t a dream of mine to face him. I can just picture this kid now; some backyard wrestling adrenaline junkie whose voice just recently stopped cracking and he finally cleared up all that puberty acne. No real professional wrestling training, just doing flips off trampolines through pieces of plywood that his high school buddies are lying on. His entire rapture of moves is just things he’s seen me do on YouTube clips. If you go into his bedroom, I guarantee you he’s probably got posters of me hanging on his wall, he owns every Starr action figure, t-shirt, and DVD, hell, he’s probably the president of my fucking fan club. I mean the evidence is all right there. You know where the ‘Starr’ moniker came from? My last name, I shortened it from ‘StarrZoë’ to ‘Starr’ for the sake of a ring name. This kid comes along after watching me wrestle for so many years, decides he wants to get into the business, and just takes my name. Hell, he took my nickname too; ‘The Starr of the Show’? Where have I heard that before?” Starr sighs and lights a cigarette; “Oh well, the say imitation is the sincerest form of flattery. At least this dude is up front about it. Women all across the planet touch themselves nightly to the thought of me and there’s an untold number of men whose dying wish is to experience just one hour as Alexander StarrZoë, just to see what life is like being so incredible. But Matt, I’m honestly starting to get a little creeped out here. I’m not sure if you’ve got some type of mental issues or what. But you strike me as the type of person who has a discreet closet somewhere with a shrine built to me. You’ve got to my shows, taken candid pictures of me, collected nail clippings from my trash, I bet you even show up to my barber after a haircut and collect all my cut off hair. You put it all in a hermetically sealed bag and stare at it while doing whatever weird ritualistic self-sodomy you partake in and pray to be me. Look dude, whatever you do in the comfort of your own home is your prerogative, but you need to hop off my dick and stop biting my gimmicks before I get my lawyer involved for copyright infringement. You couldn’t on your best day be as half as good as I am on my worst, you will never reach your goal of being as talented as me, that much I can promise you. I’m cool with being your favorite wrestler, hell, I’m everyone’s favorite wrestler’s favorite wrestler, but nothing you accomplish will hold a candle to me. Don’t try to walk in my shoes; you’ll never fit them. Go achieve your own success, stop trying to profit off mine. I’ve won more titles in a year than you will win in your entire career, I’ve gone undefeated for a year straight, reigned as WARPED World Champion for six months, I’ve done it all in ten years, you haven’t even established yourself in professional wrestling.” “You’ve probably seen every single one of my matches,” Alex continues, dying out his cigarette in the ashtray, “so you know what I’m capable of in the ring, what would possess you to sign up for this match? I wonder how VWI feels knowing they’re going to profit off your pain? I would say the blood is on their hands, but most likely it will be on your face and the ring mat. I’m willing to do anything to win a wrestling match Matthew, anything up to and including genocide if it will guarantee me a win. There are two things I promise will occur after this match. Firstly, after you lose, you will be more famous now than you ever were. See, I’ve never heard of you, so I can only assume you’ve never done a damn thing worth acknowledging in this business until now. Your biggest accomplishment in professional wrestling is and always will be the fact that you had a match with Alexander StarrZoë. Losing to me does more for your career than winning a match against anyone else in this sport. There’s no shame in losing to the guy that never loses. You’ve got a better chance of seeing Satan skiing than you do watching Alexander StarrZoë get pinned or submit. The day I lose a match will be the day Queen Elizabeth herself walks out of Buckingham Palace bare ass naked and shaved to look like a fucking porn star! The other thing I can promise you Matt is that the oh so illustrious career you never had will end as soon as the final bell rings. I’m going to make an example out of you and send a message to the rest of the VWI roster; I am not to be fucked with. If I’m willing to beat one of my own fans into retirement, imagine what I would do to someone I don’t like?” Starr smiles; “It’s almost heartwarming how excited you must be to finally step into the ring and wrestle your idol. Unfortunately for you, I’m not here to sign autographs or teach you how to wrestle, I’m here to teach you a lesson; real life is not a video game, you don’t get to create yourself as a wrestler and step into the ring with the professionals. In this business, there is no digital blood, it’s all real. The beating I’m going to give you is real, the pain you’ll feel is going to be real, and the suffering you will experience far after our match is over as a result of it all will be all too real. I’m not here to be friends with you and I damn sure don’t give a fuck how you might feel about me after the match. As long as I get the win, I don’t care if I have to blow your skull open with a shotgun. Whatever it takes, however I have to get it done, professional wrestling isn’t about relationships or feelings, it’s about being victorious and making sure that those in your way are handled immediately. I’ll see you very shortly Matt, but if I were you, I would continue what I’ve been doing for years already; watching Alexander StarrZoë matches from the comfort of your home, not trying to wrestle the closest thing pro wrestling has to Jesus Christ.” The scene fades. |
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| Jet | Dec 13 2012, 04:45 PM Post #3 |
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The Real Starr of the Show Date: Saturday, December 1st Location: Richmond, Virginia The scene begins in the Greater Richmond Convention Center. The building is packed with wrestling fans mindlessly enjoying the action of WARPED Wrestling. In the main back row of seating, we see a couple that don't quite fit in with the rest of the crowd. They don't fit in, because they aren't dressed like a bunch of poor rednecks and aren't drenching everybody around them with beer. They just sit there quietly and watch the match between Alexander StarrZoe and Hugo Strange intently. The rest of the fans begin to stand up and move around. This blocks the couple's view. The man, dressed in an all black Armani suit and sporting a pair of custom HD Aviator glasses stands up and looks a little pissed off. Instead of giving in the his anger, he just moves behind his chair a little and positions himself to where he can see. This unfortunately causes somebody to notice him. It doesn't take long for this spectator to be identified as NEWera Wrestling's Matt Starr. He is noticed by Sean Armstrong, a young WARPED Wrestling reporter. Sean is coming back from the bathroom and notices the NEW superstar, as he is walking back to the backstage area. Luckily for him, he had a cameraman with a microphone with him for just such an occasion. The two walk up to the Internet Sensation, as the young reporter taps him on the shoulder and nervously begins trying to get the scoop. Sean Armstrong: "My name is Sean Armstrong. Can I get a couple words with you, Mister Starr?" Matt pays the man no mind and just stays there motionless with his attention focused. Sean Armstrong: "Excuse me, Sir. I just want a little of your time." He continues to stay silent, keeping his attention on the match. Matt's girlfriend/intern, Tea Ramirez turns around to see the reporter trying to get a word with her boyfriend and gets up out of her seat and walks over toward them. Tea Ramirez: "You're wasting your time. When something gains his attention, he's immovable until it loses his interest." Sean Armstrong: "And you are?" He says, turning toward her. Tea Ramirez: "I'm the Starr Production's intern, Tea Ramirez." Sean Armstrong: "May I ask what you two are doing here?" Tea looks over toward Matt for a second, before looking back towards the WARPED reporter. Tea Ramirez: "He's scouting." Sean Armstrong: "Scouting?" He questions, as the young Miss Ramirez nods. Tea Ramirez: "Yeah, Matt has a match with Alexander StarrZoe at ViW's Showcase Zero. He thought he'd get a up close look at his competition." The battle between StarrZoe and Strange draws near it's conclusion, as you can see a smirk come across the NEW talent's face. Sean Armstrong notices his attention leave the match and walks over toward him. Sean Armstrong: "Matt Starr, may I have a few words with you?" Matt adjusts his HD Aviators, before turning his head over toward the young reporter. Matt Starr: "I'm sorry. I don't give interviews. Especially not to employees from a Backyard Wrestling organization such as WARPED." Matt chuckles, as he pushes Sean out of the way and walks off. . .. ... .. . ![]() Matt Starr sits alone in a Director's chair. He has a arrogant smirk on his face, as he adjusts his glasses. Matt Starr: "You know I really didn't think somebody like yourself could be that big of a fool, Alexander." He says with a chuckle, as he runs his hands through his hair. Matt Starr: "Me a ripoff of you? Are you serious? You look at my last name and automatically assume that I'm some obsessed fan of yours. I thought somebody as revered as you would do a little research. I've been using the last name Starr since my career started. I didn't even know you existed til NEW was forced to put up with you and your little Indy federation. I will admit that since then, I've followed WARPED and you in particularly. It's not because I'm a fan. WARPED just reminds me of where I got my start at. You see I didn't just automatically start in a big name federation such as NEWera Wrestling. I got my start wrestling in a little Boston based Independent promotion known as Supreme Wrestling. SW didn't have a lot of financial backing. All our shows were streamed online. It wasn't that popular, but I made a name for myself. I became an Internet Sensation. I worked my ass off and became the biggest star that company ever produced. Soon I'll be the biggest star in NEW as well." Matt's grin widens, as Tea keeps the Starr cam focused upon her sharply dressed employer. Matt Starr: "I asked for this match, Alex. I won't deny that. I thought Starr versus Starr would be a humongous draw. I heard you were some amazing wrestler and thought that maybe you could give me one hell of a match, but now I am having some doubts. If you're so fucking amazing then why are you still hanging around the Indy circuit. Why are you such a big fish in a small pond such as WARPED? Why haven't you been scooped up and brought to an ocean such as NEWera? Why haven't you left WARPED and went somewhere where you can swim with the big fishes? The answer is simple isn't it, Alexander? You're afraid. You've been in WARPED Wrestling for over a year and you're by far their franchise player. If you came to a place like NEW, you would no longer be the big fish. You'd be in place with people just as good, or better than you are. You're comfortable where you're at. You don't want competition. You want to dominate people you know you are better than." The former NEW Television Champion rubs his chin, as he lets out another chuckle. Matt Starr: "You may be a good wrestler, Zoe. I won't say you aren't. I'm just going to say that you are a chicken. You've been in the game twice as long as me. Shouldn't you be in a top promotion? Or do you just enjoy hanging around a bunch of glorified yard tards?" Matt asks, before straightening up his tie and looking straight towards the lens of his Starr cam. Matt Starr: "I stopped by and watched one of your matches here recently. It was the first full match of yours I sat through. Thought I'd clarify that, since you think I'm some super fan of yours. I can't really say you impressed me much. I was under the impression you were a wrestler. Yet what I saw was barbaric. I signed on for this to wrestle somebody that I could put on a clinic with. If that was your best, then I think I have you outmatched form a technical standpoint. I could go hardcore if I wanted to, or fly around like you do. I chose not to. I take pride in being a better wrestler than my opponents and being able to knock somebody out with one uppercut. I'm not going to take you lightly, Alex. I should, but I won't. You better not take me lightly as well. I'm not a joke. I'm not a crazed fan. I'm the real Starr of the Show. You're going to learn that the hard way in our match. You may have not heard of me before, but soon you'll never forget me." Matt stands up and takes his HD Aviators off. He walks up close to his camera. Matt Starr: "I am Matt Starr!" He grins, before holding out both arms. Matt Starr: "And THIS IS ENTERTAINMENT!" End Transmission. |
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