Post by MasterEvil on Apr 21, 2011 8:57:23 GMT
Sitting by himself, in what seems to be like an attic, is Curt Hawkins. The male is wearing black leather pants with a black unzipped hoodie, that reveals his bare chest. In front of his shins is a trophy, not just any trophy, the Immunity Trophy. Only last week did Curt managed to defeat Bryon Saxton to receive the Immunity Trophy, the award that he never was allowed to fight for in the first place. He didn’t show any enjoying while seeing Taylor being told that she’s eliminated, leaving Hawkins with three more opponents…Byron Saxton, Chuck Taylor and Austin Aries. With the pressure pushing down on management, base on the recent releases of Hulk Hogan and Eric Bischoff, Vince McMahon decided to make weekly eliminations starting last week. This was started by Curt battling Chuck, Byron and debuting Austin with the person who submits or gets pinned end up being eliminated. Unfortunately for him, Aries was made to submit by Chuck Taylor. Meaning that it was Austin who got eliminated and now Michael Cole, the new general manager of Relentless, has declared a match for tonight. Curt Hawkins will be in a triple threat match Byron Saxton and Chuck Taylor. But this is the unique stipulation for the battle…the person who doesn’t get pinned or made to submit, not properly losing the match, ends up being eliminated from the competition. So Hawkins really has to either win the match or lose his undefeated streak to be the final two in Evolve. Curt was secretly despising the stipulation because you could just lay down and win, even though that isn’t what wrestling should be about. Either way the male knew he has to wrestle this match, even if he doesn’t want to. And earlier in the week ago did one CM Punk offer his service as a mentor to the male since he is the only protégée without one. No matter how confused he might be Curt wanted to do his promo right now so he was waiting patiently for a cameraman to come before hearing someone knock the door. So the male stood up and placed the trophy at the furthest corner in the room before going to the door. Just when Curt was about to turn the door handle he discovered something…someone has locked the door from the outside, meaning the male was trapped inside. Strangely the door had some kind of cat-flap and instead of doing anything the cameraman pushed the camera through the flap before walking off. Hawkins wasn’t amused by this yet instead of complaining he used this to his advantage. So he switched off the lighting, which was just a bulb, took off the hoodie and tossed it to the trophy before taking himself and the camera to a different corner. The camera lens could barely see the male in this dark room let alone in this corner with a mid range shot at him. Curt pressed the record button on top of the camera before officially beginning this promo.
Curt Hawkins: See no evil, speak no evil, hear no evil…isn’t that what some three monkeys represent? But if you were lived a life like mine then you know these three monkeys are wrong. All you see when you see me is evil, all you hear when I speak is evil and thanks to me you all are speaking evil. So somebody took advantage of my binging and locked me in this cell of nothingness. Was this planned to help me remain sane? Was this planned to do me good? Or was this planned as some kind of joke to protect themselves? If this was indeed what you have planned...then...this is COMPLETELY counterproductive.
After saying that last line the male laughed in a semi-psychotic way. After a couple more moments Hawkins continued to speak in an extremely dark tone.
Curt Hawkins: You all might think that I have lost my mind but what you all failed to notice was that losing my mind actually kept me sane throughout my entire career. There are many people that understand the difference between fantasy and reality but what is in between them? In between fantasy and reality is where my mind wanders, more free then the whisper in the wind and more lonely then the number one. My mind honestly doesn’t care if I’m fighting one, two, three or even fifty as long as it gets to gauge its finger into someone’s eye socket. Then yank out the eyeball and put it inside my mouth before beginning to eat it. Does it sound sickly? Maybe, but it is the sense that my psychology understands. But later tonight I should be battling two men…
Once he said his words Hawkins glared over his right shoulder, towards the corner, before glancing over his left. The darkness of this room made it almost impossible to see any of the walls and it might have already gotten into the male’s head. But he then looked back at the camera lens, his head leaning on his left shoulder, with such a sinister grin across his face. It is unknown why there is a grin on his mug yet instead of giving away more seconds Curt decided to speak.
Curt Hawkins: Byron Saxton. The failing commentator turned gimmick-less wrestler. Two weeks ago I defeated you Saxton to be the holder of the immunity trophy and last week, no matter how hard you tried, you were unable to defeat Curt Hawkins. Saxtonia cannot slow down Hawkins. Saxtonmania cannot take down Hawkins. All of your worthless word after worthless word has never been enough to take Curt down for the three count. So why should I be worried about you? You have failed to defeat the undefeated streak while I have proven to be the most dominant protégée throughout the ENTIRE season. Has I been pinned? No. Has I been made to submit? No. Have I always put one-hundred-and-twenty percent of myself in each one of my matches? Yes I have. Have you been dominant throughout the season? No. Have you been able to back up ALL of your words? No. When we battled, undefeated against undefeated, what actually happened in the end? I pinned your shoulders down for the count of three. You can bring all of your accolades, all of your Saxtonmaniacs, all of the civilians of Saxtonia to this match…and what will happen? The person standing tall will be me, Curt Hawkins. I am the only undefeated protégée in Evolve, hell, I’m the Rogue Protégée and the streak that I’ve developed is not only unprecedented but also unthinkable, unparallel and something that NO OTHER protégée will ever do. You see Byron, the best chance you got in winning this fool’s contest is to beat Chuck Taylor, not me, I am the most experience and best person to be classed as a protégée. You might of developed a good win/lost record but everyone I have stepped in the ring against I have defeated. Jimmy Jacobs, Kenny Omega twice, Kaval and even you Saxton. I have ended the career of my first mentor, Douglas Williams, for delaying the inevitable which was me holding the Immunity Trophy. And my second mentor, Shark Boy, was chased off my me in a matter of two weeks. But what have you done since being here Byron? The Immunity Trophy? I practically won it for you. Backstabbing Rey Mysterio? Yawn, who hasn’t attacked that midget. Getting Ken Anderson as a mentor? So what? He is only going to use you for another World title shot. Defeating the likes of Taylor Wild and Joy Geovanni? If that’s an achievement then I don’t want to know what a punishment is.
Once he said those words Curt looked again over his left and right shoulder. It was almost like Hawkins is suspecting that someone is in the room with them. The male then ran his hands through his own hair before continuing to speak.
Curt Hawkins: Chucky Taylor...Chucky Taylor. I do actually like you...you're so innocent, so childish so sweet yet you can kick ass when you have to. I really like you but unfortunately the line that fits this situation the best is...some have to die so others can live. I am upset about this but you might be the one that has to die for me to live. But if it makes anything better Chucky...I will carve the words "Childishly Perfect To The End" on the tombstone of your career with the pen I will use to sign the dotted line. But if you survive tonight then I'll be extremely delighted and honoured to have the two protégées that started the season to end the season. But either if you are pinned or not I shall win this match...so, in case this is your last ever match here...remember the name, Curt Hawkins!
Once he said that Curt spread his arms out in contained anger before hissing out the last few words.
Curt Hawkins: Now let me out of here, because I am desperate to rip someone's fucking head off...
The camera suddenly and unexpectedly died out after those words were spoken.