Post by Brent Starr on Oct 25, 2011 14:29:30 GMT
The highlight video plays showcasing clips from Starr's TNB career from day 1, til the present. His ups, his downs, all the falls he'd taken, and his current rise to the status he has earned once again, as one of the BEST in the industry still going.
As the video plays, and gets about 3/4's of the way through, Brent Starr makes his way out from the back to a rousing reception from the live fans, and walks to the ring, mic in hand.
As the song ends, he stands, middle of the ring, ready for action.
Here we are, Rise to Stardom three, the show that has been deemed the end of an era. The era of Sylas Styles, the era of either Avenger or Angel Fyre, and what very well could be the end of Genesis as we know him. But those aren't the eras that matter in the end. Because as they end, as they come to a closure, as the book closes on their careers, there is still one going. A career that started in 2006, and is still going stronger then ever right now.
I got my start in a company known to the world as LXW, and it was in that company that I made a name for myself, not as the PWNdozer, but as the man who would walk into matches with multiple men, and I would knock them all down a peg or two. I would come in the underdog, and every single time, I would walk out the proven star of the match. I made a friend back then, who I vowed to work with as long as I could. We got along perfectly because we had the same business sense. The same drive to succeed, and the same blood in our veins that pumped the lifeblood into this industry.
That women's name was Sireena Styles. Little did i know, or her for that matter, who her brother was, and is. Shortly thereafter, something happened and she disappeared, or rather was kidnapped. I got all the blame for it, seeing as we were sharing an apartment at the time. Training together, eating together, doing everything non sexual that you could with a close friend. Because you see close friends are hard to come by in this business. You don't make many, but that's all because the nature of the game is to get to the top, and sometimes you gotta step on your friends to get there. Unlike other little "kliqs", I didn't get to the top, and keep my friends with me, using them to remain there. I was an equal opportunity asskicker. I kicker everyones ass just the same as the next one. The only exceptions, were the ones who really got under my skin. And let me tell you, there were a lot.
He walks around the ring some as he continues
It started with a man named "Dragon". He was in possession of something that I wanted. He held this SlamGOD championship, and had a strangle hold on it. It didn't matter what I did, he was always ducking and dodging me, trying to make me jump through every hoop he held up to get to him. Around the same time, Jonny Pyro was running rampant, causing stress for all the right people, and a bounty was put on his head. A bounty I came out, and I took. I beat him, and I beat him bad, because it allowed me to cash in, and get my title shot, my title match, MY TITLE from Dragon. And when I got him in the ring, oh god did I make him suffer. There was no escaping me, or the wrath I inflicted on him as I beat him for this belt.
He holds up the title belts high, and proud
I took this SlamGOD championship from him, and I never, EVER, lost it.
I then tried to move on, and up, but it seems the owners had something else in mind for me. Instead of capitalizing on my success, and my hard work and determination, they saw fit to bury me in meaningless matches. That didn't go over so well in this old head of mine. So I took their matches, and I DOMINATED everyone in my path. Some say I became a "loose cannon". I started going out to the ring, and saying some things that got me in hot water. I started to expose the business they say. I took the backstage politics, and conversations I heard, and I brought them out to the world. I put people in positions where they had nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. It was either man up and accept their fate at the hands of the fans, and me, or fade off into the sunset, never to be seen again.
I took a masked washed up, has been. His name was Riot! I took him to the cleaners and exposed his business sense as a mock up marketing pyramid scheme. It started with one man on top, and he used two people beneath him. Those two had two, who had two of their own, and so on and so forth down the chain until you got to where they held me in the scheme. I was used to draw ratings, I was used to draw interest and attention. Being the genius that I am, I used it to my advantage. I didn't have anyone beneath me to use, I used the ones above me. Dragon, Pyro, Shawn Hollywood, Mr. Jix the GM, Mykalus Arkturus the other GM, and ultimately, the LXW golden boy, Jon Payne.
I used those guys to get to him. My constant call outs. My shoot style promos. My loose cannon tendencies got the best of them. They all answered, and they all fell, and paid the ultimate price. I methodically lured them into MY WORLD, and I destroyed them. I ran Jix out of the business. Dragon disappeared never to be heard from again. Shawn Hollywood left and tried to make it in this business, but could never escape my shadow. Pyro lasted another year or two, but could never keep it together long enough to exist beyond his relationships and marriages. Mykalus, well, I beat the living hell out of him in a parking lot on the grandest stage of them all, and he left until a year or so ago when he tried to be the big bully again. Where'd he go then? Anywhere but where I am, that's for sure. Riot? Well, he closed LXW immediately after their big show.
On that show, I handed Jon Payne his first defeat ever. So much for the golden boy!
I then walked out to the parking lot, and handed Arkturus his ass. So much for their GM!
I then walked back out to the ring, and had the greatest triple threat match in wrestling history, with two men with all the talent in the world. Kyle Nobbs, and "The Notorious 187" Adrian Taylor. I beat them, and I beat them good. I beat them about as bad as you can in a three way with the limited space and time you have for 1 on 1 encounters. I walked in, and walked out, STILL SlamGOD Champion. Nobbs has left the business for a few years, 187, well he came back and got beat by TheStone here a few weeks back. His dominance, not so good right now, fighting someone who claims to be his brother. Good fight, but not my cup of tea. Family matters are best left out of the ring, an in a drunken fight at home instead.
LXW soon closed it's doors, but not before trying to reignite the fire that held the torch important. They made a comeback, and made all new titles. Seeing as I was the SlamGOD champion, they gave me the SlamMASTERS title in it's place. Never lost it since either. They closed down shortly after anyways.
The fans start shouting comments about XWA as he continues
Ya, all of a sudden XWA comes out of the woodwork. A company that was supposed to be the best kept secret. The only thing kept about it, is their fans on ice. They're on again, off again relationship with the bosses and execs has put the company on ice as well. Just like they tried to do with my career. Instead of reaping in the awards, money, and fans by signing me, they pass on me, and by pass I mean send me to their developmental league. Telling me I curse too much, I'm not good for TV. I'm a liability! Ya, fuck them, and fuck that. I was out of there as fast as I could get out.
Which brought me to FCW, where I started from the ground up, and bull.. I mean, PWNdozed the entire roster to the top where I won the title, and then succumbed to injuries to my neck. A man named Bryan Columbain.. or something like that, tore my neck so badly that I almost had to retire. Here I was, 2 years in the business now, and almost having to retire. I had JUST won the gold, and here I was a month later defending it in a 6 man, Steel Asylum match. Needless to say, in that match, he went after my neck again, and saving my career, I was forced to give up, and lost the title to Raiyven, not to be confused with female here.
FCW becomes GCW, and everything melts together as my experience in APW becomes the same deal. The only good things to come from it, was my friendship with Jonny Pyro, my friends in The Order, Familia, Regime, and my recently exploited relationship with Lilith Creighton.
Which brings me to present day, and the man who brought it all out... Shawn Youngblood.
A mixed reaction for the homegrown Youngblood name.
Shawn, you just couldn't let sleeping dogs lie, could you. You try to play the mindgame and bring Lilith up, thinking it's a roughspot in my life? I've got news for you Shawn. I've had other relationships in my career. Duranda before Lilith, and Ashley Sixx since. Hell, I'm still with Ashley, and quite happy as she's doing big things in big places. Something you can't claim to be doing.
You were tag champion here with your brother, and what did you guys do? You flaked out and let two other guys steal your belts, and keep them. Your a pussy Shawn. A full out little bitch. If that was me, brother with me or not, I would have bitch smacked those two, and took the belts back. But, seeing as it was MG Cage who did it.. I don't blame you one bit. I wouldn't want to get upended by an up and coming phenom either. The guy truly is the pinnacle of excellence, even with his flawed battle with Joker last show.
And then there is your brother, Jason. Who has had the world handed to him this year. He, simply by association, was brought into the greatest organization in the world by chance, and he's BLOWN IT! He beats everyone in the world worth beating to defend the title, and then becomes a pushover in losing it? Where has he been since? Sure, he came out a few times to stand around and do fuck all. But has he said anything? No, because he knows he'll have to admit he's a failure, AGAIN!
And then, Ryan Whyte. The great WHYTE Hype train runs through every town. Everyone backs him up, sings his praises, and heralds him as the next big thing in this industry. He's a fucking soccer player who got into wrestling. He's lucked out every chance he gets to prove his talent. He couldn't beat Shawn, and I did. He had better conditioning then I thought, being a soccer player, and he managed to get one over on me. Good for him! When I got him and Shawn in the ring at the same time, it was STARR time, and during STARR time, I handed them their asses and let Mr Soccer, kick shawn in the back of the head. He put so much into it, the little kicker just laid there and let me take the win. Plus one for me!
Then.. I told you what I was going to do Shawn. I told you I'd give you the kick of a lifetime. How's my boot taste Shawn? I must have put it into your mouth 3 or 4 times. The only reason you lasted so long in our match, was because your brother distracted the ref while I got a 30 count on you. After that, I toyed with you until you I felt you weren't fun anymore, and pinned you.
Now I get all three of you in the ring, at the same time, and I intend to dominate you all again. So badly, for the title as well. And when the night is over, they'll refer to the show as Rise to STARRdom, but in my honor and name. End of an era is right. End of the cookie cutter babyface era, and into the era of dominance.
Dominance by the Reality Check of this industry, and tonight, you all get a dose of reality!
The fans couldn't help but cheer after they got a stroll down memory lane, and were reminded of how and why he is here today in the spotlight, fighting for the top tier title.
