Re: Raw: Curt Hawkins vs. Mankind
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Suddenly, THE GREAT AMERICAN NIGHTMARE by Rob Zombie blares as the crowd expect the Hardcore Legend to appear any moment now. To their dismay, James Mitchell steps out instead and grins at Curtis. He, then, walks down the ramp and into the ring as the music blares on. The evil manager with his patented red suit and cane steps up to the ring. As the crowd begins to chant, he loses his composure.
Crowd: HAWKINS! HAWKINS! HAWKINS!!
As he steps up the ring steps, he begins to lay into Curtis.
I swear, if I have to endure one more promo with one of you mindless losers feeding your insanity to the masses while they chant your useless names, I will simply off myself!
The crowd gives a big cheer for that one.
Oh, you’d like that, wouldn’t you? Well, TOO BAD! (Turns to Curtis) When I said mindless loser, I meant you Party boy. I mean, seriously. You were hardcore champion; while the Hardcore Legend, Mick Foley was jobbing to the Lame Angel, Christopher Daniels? This universe called the UWF universe is simply turned on its ear, isn’t it? I mean, in what world would a simpleton like you hold such a prestigious belt? The same damned universe that will find a way to promote you in this mindless qualifier! Ya know, it becomes more and more clear that this failed experiment of a wrestling promotion is dead set in promoting an endless sea of you morons! Look at our champion. Cody Rhodes? Once again, in what universe? The number one contender? The Miz? NOT awesome! And Morrison? Somebody put me out of my misery PLEASE!!!
The crowd begins to boo as he rails their heroes and champions. Curtis doesn’t look amused.
I didn’t expect you to understand, Curtis. I mean, did you EVER graduate college? Or are you still playing Frat boy because you can’t move on? Now, they want you to get a chance at the United States Champion, Ceasero. I’ll call it now. There’s no way in HELL they will let Mankind within a foot of this ring come Wrestlemania. Oh, no. They’re busy in the back right now trying to figure out what to do with me and my protégés, Mankind and Abyss. We’re not the pretty boys. We’re not the favorites. We’re not on the list for greatness. Abyss was able to slip by them, but they fixed that didn’t they? And they will fix this too. Because there’s no universe in existence where YOU will beat Mankind….EVER!!!
Mitchell grins and contines on.
I bet you’re wondering where Mankind is. You’re probably thinking he was too scared to come out. Or he’s having a manic episode. Hmmm? You think he’s weaker for not facing you. Well, we couldn’t care less what you think, Curt! I bet you didn’t know Paul Beaer died, did you? I mean, it’s not on MTV or TMZ. You don’t hang out on the right Facebook pages. No, you probably didn’t care. Well, Mankind is at his funeral. That’s right. Making sure that fat ole tub of lard stays dead this time!!!
The crowd erupts in a chorus of boos.
Oh, shut it. He was nothing but a liability to our Dark Master and you know it!! And we don’t need him anymore anyway…I mean, to beat the likes of you…Mankind needs no help, at all…
Suddenly, THE GREAT AMERICAN NIGHTMARE by Rob Zombie blares as the crowd expect the Hardcore Legend to appear any moment now. To their dismay, James Mitchell steps out instead and grins at Curtis. He, then, walks down the ramp and into the ring as the music blares on. The evil manager with his patented red suit and cane steps up to the ring. As the crowd begins to chant, he loses his composure.
Crowd: HAWKINS! HAWKINS! HAWKINS!!
As he steps up the ring steps, he begins to lay into Curtis.
I swear, if I have to endure one more promo with one of you mindless losers feeding your insanity to the masses while they chant your useless names, I will simply off myself!
The crowd gives a big cheer for that one.
Oh, you’d like that, wouldn’t you? Well, TOO BAD! (Turns to Curtis) When I said mindless loser, I meant you Party boy. I mean, seriously. You were hardcore champion; while the Hardcore Legend, Mick Foley was jobbing to the Lame Angel, Christopher Daniels? This universe called the UWF universe is simply turned on its ear, isn’t it? I mean, in what world would a simpleton like you hold such a prestigious belt? The same damned universe that will find a way to promote you in this mindless qualifier! Ya know, it becomes more and more clear that this failed experiment of a wrestling promotion is dead set in promoting an endless sea of you morons! Look at our champion. Cody Rhodes? Once again, in what universe? The number one contender? The Miz? NOT awesome! And Morrison? Somebody put me out of my misery PLEASE!!!
The crowd begins to boo as he rails their heroes and champions. Curtis doesn’t look amused.
I didn’t expect you to understand, Curtis. I mean, did you EVER graduate college? Or are you still playing Frat boy because you can’t move on? Now, they want you to get a chance at the United States Champion, Ceasero. I’ll call it now. There’s no way in HELL they will let Mankind within a foot of this ring come Wrestlemania. Oh, no. They’re busy in the back right now trying to figure out what to do with me and my protégés, Mankind and Abyss. We’re not the pretty boys. We’re not the favorites. We’re not on the list for greatness. Abyss was able to slip by them, but they fixed that didn’t they? And they will fix this too. Because there’s no universe in existence where YOU will beat Mankind….EVER!!!
Mitchell grins and contines on.
I bet you’re wondering where Mankind is. You’re probably thinking he was too scared to come out. Or he’s having a manic episode. Hmmm? You think he’s weaker for not facing you. Well, we couldn’t care less what you think, Curt! I bet you didn’t know Paul Beaer died, did you? I mean, it’s not on MTV or TMZ. You don’t hang out on the right Facebook pages. No, you probably didn’t care. Well, Mankind is at his funeral. That’s right. Making sure that fat ole tub of lard stays dead this time!!!
The crowd erupts in a chorus of boos.
Oh, shut it. He was nothing but a liability to our Dark Master and you know it!! And we don’t need him anymore anyway…I mean, to beat the likes of you…Mankind needs no help, at all…