Post by MasterEvil on Apr 21, 2011 8:56:45 GMT
I Have Watched The Darkness…
Moments Before Relentless Begins 17th Thursday March 2011
Sitting by himself, on top of one of the production trucks in the parking lot, with a lit cigarette in his mouth is Curt Hawkins. Not much has been heard about this young male since almost a few weeks ago when he incapacitated and ended the evolution of one Jimmy Jacobs. Quite a lot has happened since then…Kozlov suffered a hit and run accident, a few of the biggest stars in the Real Wrestling League has formed a group called Hollywood, two new World Champions and Curt has managed to cut his smoking habit by fifty-five percent. Only a matter of a few days ago that Curt was informed about the first match of the Relentless card…Byron Saxton defending the Immunity Trophy against Hawkins himself. Curt is currently wearing black leather pants with matching long sleeved hoodie, that has the hood up, and abyssal black wrestling boots. The long haired male then noticed that an official RWL cameraman has just exited the truck and pointed the camera at the male. However the cigarette smoker shook his head in disapproval and got down the ladder, all the way to the floor, before motioning the cameraman to follow him. The male holding the camera shrugged before following Curt to the darkest corner of the parking lot. Once there Curt took his last puff before dropping the cigarette on the floor and rubbing his foot on it. Afterwards Curt entered the corner, his hoodie making it impossible to see the male, before motioning for the cameraman to start recording. The guy only nodded before signalling that the camera is now rolling, the promo has begun.
Curt Hawkins: I have watched the darkness…
As Hawkins spoke those five words with a deliberately slow pace the male slowly stepped forward. This caused the front of the hood to be seen outside the shadow. As soon as half of the hood was out of the shadow the male spun around, so that he was facing the camera lens. Half of Curt’s face was in the light and the other half was still in the darkness of the shadow.
Curt Hawkins: MY ENTIRE LIFE!!!
Once he shouted the final three parts of his sentence the male used both of his hands, with sudden quickness, to take the hood down. Curt then smiled lightly, with a sense of confidence hidden in them, before beginning to speak.
Curt Hawkins: For all those heart-breaking days I have been fighting against that darkness, refusing to let it settle in the cells of my skin. But during those days a lot of things has happened, especially during my second run in the Real Wrestling League. On my first match I started Evolve by instantly ending the Evolution of one Kaval. The next two weeks I defeated some punk twice, first time in a submission match then in a handicap match. During those weeks I felt success after success but I was just achieving defeat in victory…I was never classed as an athlete, nor a human being, just a shadow. These thoughts did hurt but I chose to ignore them, and the dark mist caused by them…but then it went to a match. Me versus Jimmy Jacobs, the winner enters the Battle Royale to entitle the first holder of the Immunity Trophy. I had Jimmy beat…at last I actually felt the taste of victory from victory, at last I would prove that I am no shadow and at last I would finally be known for being myself…but I was screwed. My mentor back then, Douglas Williams, blatantly attacked Jacobs with a steel chair in front of the referee…getting me disqualified.
While speaking his words the protégée clenched his hands into rock hard fists. It seemed that Hawkins was building up his own rage while speaking out his words, in a loud and frustrated tone. To a point it looked like Curt was about to scream out in pure rage. But when he said his last three words the male’s hands unclenched themselves and sloughed down to his sides.
Curt Hawkins: Instead of victory I got shot down with failure, instead of no longer being a shadow I was classed as a fluke and instead of being myself I was being known as a piece of the dirt we walk on. At that very moment I felt lost, I felt alone, I felt…uncared. It was at that very moment that the darkness, I have watch in the past, took down the barriers and purged through my blood all the way to my brain…it fuelled me up with the rage and vengeance that was unleashed on Douglas. With belt in hand I ended the career of Douglas Williams and stated a message of my own. After being escorted out of the arena I instantly felt guilt about what I did…maybe I was being too extreme, maybe my almost uncontrollable anger was too much for the Real Wrestling League, maybe I should pack my bags since they no longer want me…maybe I should just take the dagger and end the vortex of depressing disappointment called life…
While speaking most of his words Hawkins’ grin and tone could express that he possibly felt pleasure from what he did to his former mentor. But when he spoke after saying “being escorted out of the arena” his grin vanished and was replaced with a look of sincere concern. The tone was no longer of pride, pleasure or enjoyment…this tone was of dishonour, guiltiness and sadness. It was almost like Curt was about to cry when he said his last sixteen words. Meanwhile both of his hands ran up his head and got halfway through his hair before stopping. Just then it seemed that the male has finally met his boiling, or what others call breaking, point.
Curt Hawkins: NOOOOOOOOOO!!!
This scream was a hugely high pitched. If there was any windows near by then they might end up being shattered by the pitch of this sudden burst. The cameraman nearly wanted to cover his ears but knew that would cause him to drop the highly expensive piece of equipment. So he reluctantly toughened through this scream of pure hidden frustration. After a couple of seconds finishing his scream Hawkins’ right hand threw itself by his side while his left hand remained in his hair. A few more moments later the smoker spoke up once again.
Curt Hawkins: But it was then! It was then that I saw it…I saw who was the darkness. And this darkness was no enemy…the darkness was the me that I left in Long Island to become a wrestler. The guilt was instantly gone as this darkness redeveloped me. It helped me, it cured me, it was my salutation and guiding light…and it saved me from who I was. I was nothing more then a shadow but the darkness gave me a voice to call my own. The darkness gave me a body to call my own. And the darkness gave me a heart to call my own. With those things I saved Evolve from the crime of having Jimmy Jacobs winning the Immunity Trophy. Then the very next week he requested a strap match against my new self. But the Real Wrestling League became afraid of losing control of us so they put a loser leaves town stipulation and you know what? I continued my evolution of devolving the evolution of the “Emo Warrior”. Now look at me…
Once those three words were spoke the camera lens zoomed out so that it could record Hawkins’ entire body. His left hand left his hair and both arms spread out to the sides for a few moments before continuing to speak.
Curt Hawkins: Now what do you see? Do you see the monster that started Evolve without a clue of direction? Do you see a vicious shadow? Do you see a mad man without a cause or clue? What I see is a free man who finally feels whole again. I a man who can finally look into the sky with hope and dreams, not disappointment and depression. I see a new beginning. I did have another mentor, Shark Boy, but he walked out in moments and I am arguably the only protégée to not have a mentor. But the great side was that I started seeing the difference between right and wrong…I helped Maria when Drew McIntyre tried to bully her…I gladly welcome some of the new female signings to the company, via twitter…I am finally making progress with stopping my smoking habit…and I’ve finally got myself a friend. A very, very beautiful friend in the form of the lovely Melina Perez. I knew that I would be dreaming to be known as a boyfriend to her but I am extremely delighted to have her as a friend.
While speaking his words the Rogue Protégée slowly let his arms go down to his sides. Half way through his words both arms were now back down by his sides. This was only momentary however. Since after saying his last line the male raised both of his hands up to in below yet in front of his chin. This is so far the longest promo Curt Hawkins has made and right now he is continuing the promo by speaking up once again.
Curt Hawkins: And now I have the chance to further cement my evolution by potentially ending someone else’s. Mot only is this my chance to further cement my evolution but it is also the chance for me to win what was rightfully mine in the first place by defeating the so far undefeated Byron Saxton.
The way he said that clearly expressed that Curt was nowhere near impressed with this egotistical protégée. Especially after watching the footage of Saxton’s “Saxtonia” promo. Yet Hawkins knew that this arrogant git is quite a talented in-ring competitor. But even if the hoodie wearer iis doubting himself the male expressed none of this as he continued to speak.
Curt Hawkins: Back when we both were in Florida City Wrestling I saw you as a punk with a mouth that ran for miles. Unfortunately your talent can’t even go three inches forwards without receding four times. Then when I bothered to watch ECW before it died, AGAIN, I listened to your commentary and got bored stiff. Hell, the only reason why you didn’t win worst commentator of two-thousand-and-nine was because Vince actually acted smart and tossed you back into Florida instead of taking you to RAW or Smackdown. But then you pestered the city of Florida with you consistently behind the table trying to sound better then the people in the ring, who would easily run rings around your ass. Later on you entered a child’s contest of NXT and guess what? You lost, surprised? No I wasn’t. yet what’s going on now? You’re here, part of Evolve, and started an undefeated streak…but who have you defeated? Joy Giovanni, who’s she? Kenny Omega…isn’t he the guy I walked through twice in fourteen days? A Battle Royale…if it wasn’t for me you would have been eliminated by Jimmy Jacobs. And look at you now…this whole crap about “Saxtonmania”, “I... Am... IMMORTAL” and “whole history of Saxtonia”. Are you paranoid? Do you live in your own wild fantasy? Does that explain why you never had a girlfriend? Are you afraid of that someone’s candle is more brighter then your own? Are you afraid of being forgotten? From what you said about me, you and your shitty mentor…it looks like yes, you are paranoid as hell. But in case people might actually believe your words I’ll happily be there tonight to prove them wrong. Tonight Byron…I shall bring the plastic gloves, tonight I shall bring the mouth cover, tonight I shall wear a doctor’s uniform as I, “The Rogue Protégée” Curt Hawkins, inject the poison of mortality into your veins and watch as your “Immortal” reign as the Immunity Trophy holder decay into nothingness. Tonight Byron I shall bring the video camera, tonight I shall bring the sofa and tonight I shall bring the popcorn as I, Curt Hawkins, not only record but also watch your “Saxtonmania” fall down the bottomless pit of failure over and over and over again. Whatever you do Byron, from putting your mouth in a marathon to busting your ass in a guy for once, it shall not matter. The hard work, the blood, the sweat and tears…it shall not matter. All your air, all your intelligence and all your tactics…it shall not matter. What will matter is what will happen once the bell has rung for the second time. when the dust has settled, when the smoke is cleared…and Eric Bischoff’s paedophilic penis ends it minutely erection…“Saxtonmania” will lay on its own back with my right boot on your chest and the Immunity Trophy risen above my head. Then the very next week the country of “Saxtonia” could end being struck down by the meteor called “The Fan’s Vote”. Then, if that happens, you will be crying crocodile tears as your redemption will not happen, afterwards I’ll sing you a nice goodbye song…na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, HHHAAAAAY! Gooodbye.
After saying those words a smile crept across the face of Curt Hawkins. It appears that “The Rogue Protégée” is focused on both winning this trophy and ending another protégée’s evolution. One of the possible reasons that Hawkins could want the trophy is that he isn’t everyone’s favourite person so it could me like that if Byron gets the most elimination votes then Curt would be second. And with that trophy Saxton wouldn’t be the one eliminated, Hawkins would be that one instead. Another possible reason why he might want it was because he was robbed of his spot in the Battle Royale by his first ex-mentor, Douglas Williams. So maybe the male wants to, in his mind, undo the error of himself not holding that very trophy. One other possibly is that Hawkins actually wants to win something that his from partner in crime, Zack Ryder, will never get. Even if any of the previous possibilities were true the hooded male knows better then to just blurt out his mind, his plan and his dreams in front of the camera at this very moment. So the male began to speak up once more.
Curt Hawkins: Quite strangely and unusually Byron, you and I hold more things in common then Jimmy Jacobs did…in a sense of wrestling. We have both never been pinned or made to submit during our time in this season of Evolve. We both are nowhere near afraid of speaking our minds, no mater what it could cost. We both are also currently shadows, you to Mister Ken Anderson and me to the wrestling industry. We both have destroyed people, you destroyed Rey Mysterio and I destroyed both Kaval, Douglas Williams and Jimmy Jacobs. Both of our mentors are like what Ken said “assholes”. And both of us are most likely most deserving of a contract here in the Real Wrestling League, hell, we both could be the greatest that Evolve will ever produce in there history. But unfortunately there is only ONE contract, and title shot, to be awarded to ONE protégée; unfortunately there can only be ONE winner of the RWL’s Evolve Season One. And there can only be ONE properly undefeated protégée after tonight. So let me tell you through this piece of glass, straight and truthfully…I am the ONE that will sign the contract, the ONE that survives the entire season, the ONE who wins Evolve Season One and I am the ONE who shall leave tonight as the last and only properly undefeated protégée of Evolve. You don’t like it “Saxtonmania”? Too fucking bad! Tonight “Saxtonia” will sink under the tides produced my the phenomenon that is me, Curt Hawkins! This darkness that has settled and embedded in my skin cells shall be the difference between you and I. tonight I shall bring forth the darkness and use its fury to enhance myself and destroy your reign as the holder of the Immunity Trophy. If you don’t like that Byron Saxton…then take this wise piece of advice. Go to a church…kneel down in front of the holy son’s statue and pray for the light to save you from any injuries my darkness will cause. Pray for the light to save your self-proclaimed immortality from being mortified by the Heat Seeking Elbow. Pray for the light to keep “Saxtonia” floating from the bombardment that is “The Fan’s Vote”. Pray for the light to keep your body going even if it has gone miles beyond its own limit. And pray for the light to take you to the final two of Evolve so that you can watch my darkness being declared dominance and success in winning Evolve. Since you shall not stop me from making it to that contract.
Once he said those words the male smiled once again, almost like he was taking pleasure in the words he was speaking out in this promo. The cameraman was honestly amazed at the mixed span of emotions that Curt has shown in this single promo, which is a lot longer then all of his old ones put together. Yet the male seem to want to speak up one more time.
Curt Hawkins: One more thing for you to pray for Saxton…is maybe a second chance…maybe an extra contract behind the scenes so that you’ll get a spot in one of the Real Wrestling League rosters…since I would love to battle you once more before our careers meet their end. But for tonight we shall battle for the first time under a RWL banner and after the match you will not only know me as just Curt Hawkins…you’ll know me as the darkness that will WIN Evolve Season One. And for now, remember the name…Curt Hawkins!!!
After saying his phrase the male pulled his hood back up and backed into the corner, so the camera lens cannot see him. The cameraman took that as a signal and switched off the camera before going back in the production truck. Meanwhile some kind of smoke is appearing out from the shadows...Hawkins was having ANOTHER cigarette...maybe his habit is harder to kill then the male originally thought.