Post by tommystarr on May 25, 2016 20:18:12 GMT -5
The scene opens on a humid Wednesday night around 9:15 pm eastern time in the southeastern North Carolina region. Wilmington, North Carolina to be specific. A man sits outside of a local bar, slumped over himself on a curb. He has greasy black hair that dangles, covering his face. He is wearing blue jean shorts and a Red Hot Chili Peppers t-shirt. The twenty seven year old raises a beer to his lips and takes a gulp. The bartender takes a step outside from the dismal crowd inside.
Bartender- “Yo Tommy.. Tommy... YO! Tommy Starr. You want another beer?”
The inquisitive bartender awaits a response. Luckily for him he gets one.
Tommy Starr- “Whatever.”
Bartender- “I'll take that as a yes.”
Tommy Starr- “Leave me alone.”
The bartender ducks back inside out of the camera view. Starr addresses the camera.
Tommy Starr- “Yeah that's me, Tommy Starr. Once proclaimed highly anticipated prospect of professional wrestling. Only to go down the tubes and never to do anything with my life. At least that's what my father said. The great Jeff Starr, promoter of the North Carolina based regional promotion the North American Wrestling Alliance. My brother Jason.. Well dad loved him. I was an afterthought to pops. Jason was given half the company.
Starr chuckles to himself.
Tommy Starr- “What an idiot Jason is. After dad died back in 2004, Jason became a used car salesman. The NAWA folded in 2001 anyway. I was still a youngster. 2006 hit and I decided at the ripe age of 17 I would start training to be a professional wrestler. What a stupid idea. Love ya pop!”
A beer bottle is tossed across the street after being finished off.
Tommy Starr- “Don't bother me a bit. Not one bit at all. So 2007 I graduate high school. Too bad dad wasn't around to see it. Besides the point. For a few years I did my thing. Traveling the indy circuit. Trying to make a name for myself and live up to my father's expectations. And then 2013 I say the hell with it all. This ain't me.”
Bartender- “Here ya go Tommy.”
A beer comes over the top of Starr's right shoulder. He accepts it.
Tommy Starr- “Thanks.”
Bartender- “No problem kid. Get going home soon though.”
Tommy Starr- “Meh! Anyway, after two long years I guess I'm getting my big break. Salute.”
Starr raises his beer bottle up.
Tommy Starr- “I get a call from some GWA representatives. They've got this event coming up May 29th. Matter of fact, this Sunday to be exact. They ask me if I'm up to par. Yeah, I'm ready to do this thing. I'm ready to do my run. To prove I'm better than Jason. BETTER THAN DAD!”
A pause.
Tommy Starr- “Pick your poison. And oh how I love poison.”
Starr pounds down the entire beer from the bottle. Another skip across the street from the glass bottle.
Tommy Starr- “So, this is my acceptance. I accept from the Global Wrestling Alliance. This Sunday I will fight any man. Hell, I'll fight a midget if you need me to. And when it's all said and done. After the infamous Starrstruck. After the Shooting Starr Press and I gain my first one two three victory in the GWA. Well, that's just the start of a Starr-Studded career. I warn you GWA fans. I warn you GWA administration. Careful what you wish for because you just sparked a starr out of the sky.”
The scene fades black on the face of Tommy Starr.
Bartender- “Yo Tommy.. Tommy... YO! Tommy Starr. You want another beer?”
The inquisitive bartender awaits a response. Luckily for him he gets one.
Tommy Starr- “Whatever.”
Bartender- “I'll take that as a yes.”
Tommy Starr- “Leave me alone.”
The bartender ducks back inside out of the camera view. Starr addresses the camera.
Tommy Starr- “Yeah that's me, Tommy Starr. Once proclaimed highly anticipated prospect of professional wrestling. Only to go down the tubes and never to do anything with my life. At least that's what my father said. The great Jeff Starr, promoter of the North Carolina based regional promotion the North American Wrestling Alliance. My brother Jason.. Well dad loved him. I was an afterthought to pops. Jason was given half the company.
Starr chuckles to himself.
Tommy Starr- “What an idiot Jason is. After dad died back in 2004, Jason became a used car salesman. The NAWA folded in 2001 anyway. I was still a youngster. 2006 hit and I decided at the ripe age of 17 I would start training to be a professional wrestler. What a stupid idea. Love ya pop!”
A beer bottle is tossed across the street after being finished off.
Tommy Starr- “Don't bother me a bit. Not one bit at all. So 2007 I graduate high school. Too bad dad wasn't around to see it. Besides the point. For a few years I did my thing. Traveling the indy circuit. Trying to make a name for myself and live up to my father's expectations. And then 2013 I say the hell with it all. This ain't me.”
Bartender- “Here ya go Tommy.”
A beer comes over the top of Starr's right shoulder. He accepts it.
Tommy Starr- “Thanks.”
Bartender- “No problem kid. Get going home soon though.”
Tommy Starr- “Meh! Anyway, after two long years I guess I'm getting my big break. Salute.”
Starr raises his beer bottle up.
Tommy Starr- “I get a call from some GWA representatives. They've got this event coming up May 29th. Matter of fact, this Sunday to be exact. They ask me if I'm up to par. Yeah, I'm ready to do this thing. I'm ready to do my run. To prove I'm better than Jason. BETTER THAN DAD!”
A pause.
Tommy Starr- “Pick your poison. And oh how I love poison.”
Starr pounds down the entire beer from the bottle. Another skip across the street from the glass bottle.
Tommy Starr- “So, this is my acceptance. I accept from the Global Wrestling Alliance. This Sunday I will fight any man. Hell, I'll fight a midget if you need me to. And when it's all said and done. After the infamous Starrstruck. After the Shooting Starr Press and I gain my first one two three victory in the GWA. Well, that's just the start of a Starr-Studded career. I warn you GWA fans. I warn you GWA administration. Careful what you wish for because you just sparked a starr out of the sky.”
The scene fades black on the face of Tommy Starr.