TV Title: Trevor Tyler vs Shawn Starr

[Mr. Mischoff]

You two RP here.

[shawnstarr]

You have no pride

You severely lack manhood

Your boss is a slut

Your sister is a whore

What are you going to do about it....

The sound of Shawn Starr's voice Starr spills through the dark night as he sits alone. His blonde hair is a mess from working out, and rests gently on his shoulders. His shoulders which are covered by a thin black sweatshirt, that looks like it is at least ten years old, and has been through hell and back with all the rips and stains on it. Shawn Starr leans forward and gently begins to rub his chin. His gaze is straight ahead and doesn't waver as the wind begins to blow, stirring the leaves in the trees, breaking the calming silence. The cameraman begins to stir at the eerie silence, and lightly clears his throat, in attempt to get Shawn Starr's attention. Shawn Starr's attention, however, is still unwavering. Impatiently the cameraman clears his throat once again, hoping to get Shawn Starr's attention. Again, however, Shawn Starr doesn't acknowledge the cameraman, and just gazes out into the dark nothingness that is in front of them. The cameraman scoots forward on the bench he has been sitting on, and attempts to stand up. Just as he begins to stand, Shawn Starr's left arm darts out, and knocks the cameraman back onto the bench. Shawn Starr slowly turns his head in the direction of the cameraman, and gives him and evil glare before slowly turning his attention to where it was before.

'You do this not for yourself. You do this so your family can remain economically independent. You fight so that people can enjoy the show. That's great, that's wonderful, that's just dandy.'

Shawn Starr turns to the camera and sneers. His upper lip curls in disgust as he evilly glares into the camera's lens. Again the wind blows, rustling the leaves in the distance, and breaking the eerie silence. Shawn Starr's angry sneer fades away, and slowly Shawn Starr's head turns away from the camera, and his attention once again focuses on the empty, dark, nothingness that is in front of him. Shawn Starr leans back onto the bench, and takes in a long, deep breath. He holds the breath in for what seems like an eternity before slowly, allowing it to release between his lips. Shawn Starr's straight ahead gaze moves slightly up, and to the left, as he stares at the white glowing moon. The moonlight pierces through the black night sky and shines on the ground below it, like a spotlight to a stage.

'For being such an intelligent man Trevor Tyler, you just don't seem to get it. You just don't understand. It's like what I do is too deep for you and your kind to comprehend. You see Tyler, while you don't do this for yourself. While you do this to give your family economic independence. While you fight to please those people. I don't. You know why I don't? NO YOU DON'T HAVE ANY IDEA! THIS COMPANY, THIS BUSINESS, THESE VENUES I COMPETE AT, THE COMPETITORS I COMPETE AGAINST, THIS SUITCASE I CARRY MY LIFE IN, THE HOTEL ROOMS I SLEEP IN EVERYNIGHT, THE BLOOD, THE SWEAT, AND THE TEARS I SHED ARE ALL I HAVE! AND I WILL BE DAMNED IF I LET A FLASH IN THE PAN, GOOD FOR NOTHING, LITTLE PUNK, WHO HASN'T EARNED A DAMN THING HE HAS RECEIVED, TAKE WHAT I DESERVE!'


Shawn Starr's breaths are heavy now, as he leans forward and runs his hands over his face, trying to calm himself down. His beat red face begins to lose its color and return to the shade of pale white it was before his outburst. His breaths quickly return back to their normal rate, as Shawn Starr once again leans back and gazes into the night. Once again calm, almost as if the outburst never occurred, Shawn Starr gazes into the empty nothingness of the night. Shawn Starr tilts his head back, and begins to chuckle to himself. The chuckling suddenly stops as Shawn Starr violently snaps his head in the direction of the camera, and angrily stares into its lens. Shawn Starr methodically leans forward, and the view of his cold, remorseless, dark eyes fills the screen. His words echo through their evil stare.

'Trevor Tyler, this isn't about liking someone, or disliking someone. This isn't about a shitty leather strap, with gold spray painted tin on it. This is about you, speaking before thinking. You speaking before totally understanding what your words will lead to. You jumping in and stealing the spotlight which is far more deserved by someone else other than your punk ass. Tyler you need to understand something, and you need to understand it very quickly. When you speak of this world, and who it revolves around, you need to realize, that this world we live in, this world we compete in, this world we call home, is MY WORLD! But you don't seem to get it. So at Freedom, I WILL MAKE YOU GET IT.'

The sound of a car stops Shawn Starr's speaking, as he quickly stands up and looks around to see who is causing the sound, and where the sound is coming from. Out from the empty nothingness, Shawn Starr was staring at earlier, comes two headlights. Methodically the headlights approach, before suddenly stopping. a slim tight bodied brunette with blue eyes walks into the light and smiles at Shawn Starr. Shawn Starr nods in response to her smile, as the brunette quickly turns and walks past the light, and into the darkness once again. Shawn Starr begins to walk towards the lights, but stops and turns back to the camera.

'Trevor, before I go, I want you to think about something. You have entered a world you know nothing about. There is nowhere for you to run, there is nowhere for you to hide. I am keeper of the key, and guardian of fate. Through me, you live, through me you die. ANYTIME........ANYWHERE.'

Shawn Starr turns and walks into the light. A car door is heard closing. The car backs up, turns around, and drives into the abyss of the night. The scene fades.

[Trevor Tyler]

(At The Match)

I watched in complete shock as Mike C betrayed me and Chris Gibson. He laughed as he left Gibson on the ground, motionless. I walked up to him.

Trevor Tyler: What the hell-

Before I could finish the sentence, I was attacked. Everything went dark. I was knocked out.

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(Few Minutes Later)

I came to outside the ring. The bright light from the paramedic's flashlight stung my eyes. I pushed him away and slowly got up.

Paramedic: Sir! Mr. Tyler! You need to lie down! You've just suffered a brutal attack!

He was right, but I was too stubborn. I continued walking under my own power, refusing help from anyone. This was why I never teamed with anyone. A lot of people said I had serious trust issues. Could you now blame me? Mike C screwed me and Chris Gibson. He and his goons attacked me. I'll tell you one thing. He ain't going to get away scot-free. As I made my way up the ramp, I heard the people chanting my name and cheering. That's what really got the blood flowing. I walked down the hallways, the paramedic still following me.

Paramedic: Mr. Tyler, you really need to go to the doctor's office!

Trevor Tyler: All right! I'll go!

I watched the paramedic jump back a few steps from fright. I then continued walking, the paramedic still following me. I walked until I reached the doctor's office. I then turned to the paramedic.

Trevor Tyler: I think I can handle this myself. Go check on Gibson. He looked like he got the worst of it.

The paramedic nodded, turned around, and walked away. I knocked on the door first. No answer. I then grabbed the door handle and twisted, hoping the door was open. It was. I opened the door and found the doctor in his desk, on his chair, sleeping. I laughed. I walked over to him and shook him awake. His glasses were almost completely off his face, hanging on only to his left ear. He had drooled because the papers on the desk were all wet.

Doctor: Huh? Whoa- What's going on?

His face flushed red from embarrassment when he saw me. I grinned as he fixed his tie.

Doctor: I'm so sorry. I must've dozed off.

Trevor Tyler: Long day, doctor?

Doctor: You would not believe the day I've had today. First, the boss came in. Then-

I zoned out after a second of him talking. I then just stared at him and pretended to listen as he continued ranting on and on and on. I began to have a headache. I checked the clock in the room. It was only 10:15. I continued letting the doctor rant on until it hit 10:30. Then, I grew tired and just wanted to get out.

Trevor Tyler: Um, doctor? Yeah, sorry to interrupt your interesting story, but could you check me out and see if I have any injuries or anything?

The doctor gazed at me with his mouth open, then nodded. He fixed his glasses, pushing them closer to his face. He then began to inspect me. The doctor checked and asked me if my elbow hurt when he touched it or if I was having a sharp pain, to which I responded "no". Once finished checking me, he patted me on the back.

Doctor: You're as healthy as a horse. You just got knocked around a little bit. You are free to go.

The doctor motioned to the door. I got up off the medical table and thanked the doctor. I shook his hand before walking out of his office. Now, that I was through with that business, it was time for some payback.

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(Local Washington DC Hotel)
(My Room: The Next Day)

My body was sore as I awoke. I had been attacked by Leonid Orlov and Andrei Sokoloff. Shawn Starr also joined in beating me inside out. I walked over to the room's bathroom and opened up the sink. I cupped my hands for the water to fill in. Once full, I splashed the water against my face. I shuddered a bit. The water was cold. I closed the sink and patted down my face with one of the hotel towels. I heard a noise. It sounded like a ring tone. It was from my phone! I ran back into my room and grabbed my phone. It was USPW management.

Trevor Tyler: Yeah, what is it?

John Cooper: Hi, Trevor. It's me, Cooper.

I sighed.

Trevor Tyler: Yeah, I know. I have Caller ID. Again, I reiterate, what is it?

John Cooper: We just finished the card for the next event. You will be in the opening match.

Trevor Tyler: Great. Who am I facing?

John Cooper: You will be facing Shawn Starr for the TV title.

Once hearing of the news, I immediately closed the phone. I did not answer back Cooper. I just...thought. So, I get to face Shawn Starr? One of the men who attacked me last night. Perfect. Not only would I get him in the ring so I could beat the livin' crap out of him, but it was also for his just acquired TV title. Why not knock down the morale of the "USA" by taking the only title in their little stable? I finally got out of my thought trance and walked over to the closet. I pulled out a pair of my jeans, my USPW t-shirt, and a leather jacket. When I laid the clothes down, a thought crept into my head. "Starr will probably have back up. So, why don't I get someone to back me up?" I thought for a moment as to who I could have help me out. A light bulb went off in my head. I picked up my phone and dialed my backup's number. He had given me his number a few days ago, when I arrived, just to talk if I needed help. The other line rang and rang. Finally, he picked up.

Trevor Tyler: Hey, it's me. You busy?

He responded with a "no".

Trevor Tyler: I need your help. I need some back up.