Post by ~Sylas F'n Styles~ on Sept 23, 2009 0:47:08 GMT -5
Adrenalin goes off the air, and Starr makes his way to the back after watching Angel celebrate his "win".
As he gets through the curtain, he's interviewed immediately.
As he gets through the curtain, he's interviewed immediately.
Brent.. Brent! How do you feel knowing you just lost your match against Angel out there tonight. Are you eating your words, or what?
First of all.. I never said I would win. Second, I never said I wanted the title in the first place. Jayden was out there handing me the title shot if I won. The purpose of the match wasn't for me to win, and get the title shot, the purpose was to go out there, and let Angel beat the living hell out of me, to show them, and the rest of OCW, that I took the champs best, I took the companies best, and I kept coming for more, and more, and more.
I took repeated kicks to the head. Kicks that have put down bigger men, on bigger stages, and I kept getting up. Angel went out there, and gave me his best. I went out there, and gave him a target. So while yes, he won the match, I proved the point.
What, that you can take an ass kicking like everyone else who goes against the cTn?
I took an ass kicking yes, on purpose, to show you, everyone, that I'm not a pushover, and that it's going to take alot more then the usual everyday man, to put me down, and keep me down. It's never been about the belt, it's been about status, and respect. They don't respect me, so I prove them wrong. Then, I don't respect them, and they have more to prove, then their careers have time to accomplish.
I'm 22 and still going strong, they're dime a dozen gimmicks, and can't finish the job. Maybe if I painted my face with emo tears, and howled at the moon. Maybe if I got a teddy bear tattoo, and some double sided dildo riding bitch to make my matches for me, I might be "dark enough" to sit with the goth kids at their table. But in the end, I'm not riding a teenage angst phase for a career... I'm taking the spotlight, and keeping it instead.
He smiles for the camera, blood running down his face, and dripping onto the floor as he leaves, camera left.
