Late Nights

[Jack]

A dead hour outside of a string of bars in Nashville, Tennessee. These were the more sordid types of establishments where decent people chose not to go. A few street lamps lit the otherwise dim surroundings. Curt Hawkins, steel cane ever present, stepped into the scene while twirling said object in his hands. He looked towards the camera and gave a sarcastic wave.

| Curt Hawkins | Hi. I'm Curt Hawkins. And..

The former Breakout Champion glanced back over his shoulder.

| Curt Hawkins | Tyler Reks is back there. Somewhere.

He pointed the cane in the same direction he had looked towards a moment ago.

| Curt Hawkins | As wrestlers we often get told to "make the most of our TV time." Good advice. And it's something we very much take to heart. So two weeks ago we made the most of our time and we kicked Christian around a little bit.

Hawkins shrugged and swept his unclean backwards with his free hand.

| Curt Hawkins | Kane wants us to beat people up and whatever the big man wants, the big man gets.

Curt bowed with a grin and had probably had a few drinks in him.

| Curt Hawkins | And, you know, it's liberating. Just to beat someone up just..ya know..because! Heh. TYLER!

The disheveled young man called over his shoulder again.

| Curt Hawkins | Man, come over here! Let the camera see you! Chicks are all about you. I promise.

The shadowy figure of Tyler Reks could be seen standing off in a nearby alley. He looked like something out of a H.P. Lovecraft novel, what with his dreadlocks hanging down like some kind of tendrils and his eyes eerily piercing into the camera.

| Curt Hawkins | Eh. Whatever. Back to my point. Beating people up. Reks and myself are taking part in this battle royal because we get to..

He paused as if waiting for someone to shout out the answer.

| Curt Hawkins | ..beat people up! A lot of them. I guess. Maybe even some chicks. Hey, we don't discriminate do we? Right, Reksy?! Heh heh!

Deciding to drag his partner on over, Hawkins slid his way over to him. He placed a hand onto his shoulder.

| Curt Hawkins | Dude, c'mon. Tag team promo, bruh. We've gotta..oh...hell..

Hawkins eyes went as wide as saucers when he stared down at the concrete below. The color from his face left for a moment as he placed a hand over his mouth. He spoke in a muffled tone.

| Curt Hawkins | Did you do that?

Reks nodded silently.

| Curt Hawkins | WHY did you do that?

Without a hint or irony or humor he said:

| Tyler Reks | Said a white guy with dreadlocks was "stupid."

The camera panned down and there was a raggedly dressed man face first on the curb. Probably homeless. Some blood could be seen by his ear and what looked like a tooth. Hawkins gave him a few pokes with the blunt end of his cane.

| Curt Hawkins | Wow.

Hawkins placed a few fingers under the camera's lens and lifted it up so the shot was away from the blood letting.

| Curt Hawkins | Let's not film that. Reks just get's a little worked up sometimes. That's all.

| Tyler Reks | You don't think a white guy with dreadlocks is stupid looking do you?

| Curt Hawkins | Hell no I don't.

| Tyler Reks | Took a long time to grow these. Insensitive prick.

The native of "parts unknown" spit on the wounded individual on the ground.

| Curt Hawkins | Please. Talk about our match.

Hawkins motioned a hand towards the camera.

| Tyler Reks | Kane. Hawkins. And myself. Are going to make everyone look..

Reks took the camera and pushed it closer to the sight on the ground and there was some struggling from the man holding it.

| Tyler Reks | Something like that. Stop wiggling. And look at. Our opponents need that impact, ya know?

After some shaky footage the camera refocused on Hawkins and Reks. Hawkins shrugged with indifference. Apparently the visual had worn off on him.

| Curt Hawkins | Eh. It's late. Things happen. What'dya gonna do?

| Tyler Reks | There' something to be said about being polite to strangers.

| Curt Hawkins | He was..probably homeless.

| Tyler Reks | And being rude probably got him there.

| Curt Hawkins | We're gonna be REAL RUDE to our opponents!

Hawkins chortled and made a wave with his hand but Reks didn't crack a smile.

| Curt Hawkins | I'm sorry, I'm sorry. That was lame. I can't even come up with catch phrases when I'm sober.

Reks had begun to walk away and deeper into the alley.

| Curt Hawkins | Whoa, whoa, where are you going?

There were a couple more homeless men in the far background, gathered around a dumpster.

| Tyler Reks | Gonna see if they share the same opinion as their friend. Good warm up for the match. HEY!

Hawkins looked over at the camera and made a quick sliding motion across his throat which was an indication for the footage to stop rolling.

[Jayme]

| Tyler Reks | You don't think a white guy with dreadlocks is stupid looking do you?

| Curt Hawkins | Hell no I don't.

| Tyler Reks | Took a long time to grow these. Insensitive prick.

This cracked me up, I don't even know why, but it did.

Awesome work as always.

[Holly]

Jack you and words are like a Top Chef with a carrot, a tub of butter, and a dead squid... you put it all together and it comes out so beautifully. That sentence makes sense to me but I'm also still up at almost 6 am but you catch my drift right? lol. In other words, loved it.