(Scene – Tommy Starr, the self proclaimed “NEXT Next Big Thing” is sitting on a stool with his arm in a barrel of ice. His free arm is busy holding a mirror as he admires himself. Noticing the camera, he puts the mirror down and draws his arm out of the barrel. It is swollen and bruised.

He slowly lifts the sore arm onto a nearby bench where a towel is waiting. He wraps the towel around his arm and shakes his head in disgust.)

Starr: Shaman, you nava-HO! Look what you have done, you have disfigured me! My beautiful arm is as bruised and battered as your a$$ would be after a night with your “close male friends” from C.P.E!

(Starr stands up, nursing his sore arm a little.)

Starr: But all my Starr-gazers out there needn’t worry. My other arm is as buff as ever.

(Starr flexes his bicep and gives it a little kiss for good measure.)

Starr: Damn it I am a superSTARR! Yeah baby! I almost had Shmuckster squealing for mercy at the last Meltdown and then Shame-man had to come along and spoil the party!

Looks like I will get a chance to get my revenge when Lockdown and I take on Sniper and Shaman this Monday at Meltdown.

(Starr puts on his custom tinted sunglasses and runs his hand over his close cropped bleach blonde hair.)

Starr: I might use that match as a chance to accomplish a couple of things. First, take my frustrations out on Shaman for making the Last of the Mohicans possible...I mean sheesh, what was up with that movie? Daniel Day Lewis didn't even speak for the first half hour or so! I wish you would do the shame, I mean same, Shaman.

When I am done with you, you will be more like Daniel Day Lewis in My Left Foot!

And secondly, I am going to show David Twattsoner what a real TV Title contender looks like! And he wont be needing my mirror for that!

C.P.E, get ready for the STARR TREATMENT!

DEVILS OWN
DEAL WITH IT!