Hanging with Brent Starr (o2a)

[Lionheart]

Lionheart gets his duffle bag from the back of the taxi and walks into the arena, meeting Brent Starr at the door.

Sorry about the other week. I could see you were uncomfortable and needed your space so I left pretty abruptly.
Yeah, I was thinking of a vacation. Took me a while to get myself sorted, seems like every week there's something new. I think that's all in the past now though. I'm fully commited to The Order

They turn a corner and enter Lionheart's locker room, leaving the door open. Lionheart sets his bag down on the table and begins to unpack brand new blue, black and white colored wrestling gear.

Listen, I don't know about you, but I don't like Logan Steel being in The Order. That's one man I've got problems with. What do you say we kick off this tag team by kicking his ass right out of The Order?

[brentsteel]

Brent stands outside the locker room and sees the name PWN City Machine Guns and thought WTF how ghey is that? Jean Bordeaux's team maybe who knows but he had to just see who had such a dumb name. So he opens the door and sees Lionheart sitting there, he quickly closes the door

"Oops! I shouldn't have done that!"

[<~The Shooting Starr~>]

He smirks as the mention of Steel's name.
He was someone he didn't see eye to eye with on a few things, but thats besides the point.

Ya know, the way I see it, the Order needs to be what WE make it, not what some suit makes it. He was smart putting us together, yeah, but come on, who else is even on our level, let alone anywhere near it?

Steel is just a speedbump to slow us down, so if you wanna take that bump and smooth it out, then by all means, I can handle that. WE can handle that. Not like anyone cares, or would be willing to team with him against us. I mean come on, it's US. We ARE the standard in wrestling. Between the two of us, we cover every inch of what wrestling is, was and will be. Now it's on us to keep it that way.

[Avenger]

*The Avenger walks as he sees Lionheart and Starr. He remembers how Lionheart took him out and now is his chance. He overhears them talking about beating the crap out of Logan and interrupts.*

Well if it isn't the great Lionheart and Brent Starr! The Order's top shelf talent. You know Lionheart the Avenger always knew you were a snake in the grass and could never do things on your own. The Avenger knew you didn't have the guts to face me one on one and had to try to find some handicap match so you would get a victory. But you know what the Avenger wants you in the ring! And if that means that the Avenger gets Logan to be his partner to take you two on then so be it. Because one way or another you will get what is coming to you.

*The Avenger turns to look at Starr.*

Mr. Main Event? The reputation follows you the Avenger is sure? But tonight if you got the guts then you will get in the ring with the best in the business. Not some rook from the Bingo Halls that maybe you dominate. But someone that has ruled everywhere he has been. And since you are in The Order then you are on my list as well. And especially since you want to be buds with Lionheart then that makes you wanted and that is something you just don't want to face.

Now the Avenger would not care of course but since Lionheart and The Order are on my list then guess what boys? Tonight we get to see who will last at the end of the night. And since Genesis is too busy with two other jabronis then he will get to see what a real "Main Eventer" can do. So why don't you guys dust off your shoes and meet the Avenger tonight in the ring. And don't worry, the Avenger won't have much trouble getting Logan Steel to be there. After all he is ready for a fight after what your boys did to him these last two months. What taking his wife from him and putting him in a psycho ward is what real friends do? Tonight we get to see the world in a different light.

[<~The Shooting Starr~>]

Starr BURSTS into laughter as he lets "Avenger" finish his inflation of himself and ego, hand in hand.

You have got to be kidding me? You think your on the level of ME? You think your ABOVE me?

His laughter stops and he snaps into a serious tone

Listen here, you painted up clown freak. You may think your big shit coming from a place where top talent there, are the guys who setup the ring here, but that doesn't make you nothing but another ego walking around, living off a name. A name that means SHIT to me and everyone else with half a mind to overlook your overused, overdone, shtick.

Your shits weak man. You coulda had me paying more attention if you dropped in on a wire with a baseball bat. Preaching about god and how he's saved you and carrying a sack of shit talent that you co-own a gym with.

This isn't Atlanta, this is Chicago. Your spiel might stir fear in the jobsquad you used to run with, but here, in MY home, your the towel boy who washes our shit when were done winning championships. So here's what we need you to do, towel boy. Tuck your tail between your legs, go gather as many friends as you can convert to LOSERISM, and tell them

THE FUCKING ORDER IS GOING TO FINALLY UNLEASH THE POWER WE CONTROL AND MAINTAIN IN THIS INDUSTRY!

And if they have a problem with it, they can deal with Me, and the only respectable man left from the ashes of your training fed in hotlanta, Chris Lionheart. Just incase you didn't know, we're the PWN CITY MACHINEGUNS, which means roll over and play dead, or get steamrolled like fresh pavement on our way to glory. Because we are BOTH tired of letting weak, talentless, painted, roided up, ego inflated, CHUMPS absorb the spotlight.

And if you didn't know, now you do. NOW GET OUT TOWEL BOY!

He slams the door leaving Eric Draven aka Ash Corven aka Steve Borden aka The Avenger on the outside, looking in. A symbol of what GCW is going to be. A company of no-talents on the outside, looking in at what WRESTLING and WRESTLERS should be.

[Lionheart]

Lionheart turns around, and grabs Brent Steel by the neck. Walking him over to the now closed locker room door, he heaves him 'tossing out the drunkard-style' into the door! Brent hits the wood with a deafening thud as Lionheart laughs.

Aside from the knock on TNB... I agree with everything you just said, Starr. For too long I've had to listen to that wind bag talk about himself in the third person, and I'm deadly sick of it. He should have just stayed injured. The fool, now I'm going to have to finish the job. For too long I've had to listen to Genesis proclaim himself to be the King of Controversy, and I'm sick of that too. Hell, I think that is one title that should go to either myself or probably even more deservingly, your mentor. Genesis and I might be friends over in New York, but here in Chi Town, it's all business as far as Brandon and I go. The Avenger? He's lucky he doesn't have that Continental championship around his waist anymore, or I'd be wearing it by now.

Lionheart looks down at Brent Steel. He scoops down and grabs Steel one handed around the chin, pushing his cheeks into his mouth.

YOU! You piece of shit! Get out of MY sport! Go tell your split personailty brother that his days of running and hiding only delayed the inevitable pain and suffering I shall bring down upon him. Nobody stiffs me on a business deal and walks away without learning better from it. Your brother's problems are just beginning. If he had have just come to Memphis, I would have let him walk around and be what he thinks is the man. But now... I am going to kill him! Get Up! Get out of my locker room, and go tell Avenger, go tell Genesis, go tell LoganNick and go tell anybody else what will happen to them if they get in... 'my way'.

The Order is starting, and it's just what I've been waiting for!