I Sold Out

[Miles]

Curt Hawkins sat on the edge of his bed in the Four Seasons in St. Louis. The hotel was a suite and looked to be very top notch. The kind of lavish surroundings that people strive very hard to achieve for themselves. Hawkins had his Breakout Title resting over his shoulder while lightly thumbing the silver, steel cane that was almost always present during his matches as of late. Looking towards the camera, he gave a grin and spread his arms outwards.

Curt Hawkins: "This? I could get used to this. A nice, swanky hotel room. Nice cushy bed. Company wide events. Yeah, you see, I just got from the Breakfast of Champions. Only champions are allowed. Only champions are demanded. And that's what Curt Hawkins is for possibly the first time in his career. Demanded."

A voice could be heard in the background as Hawkins' dreadlocked partner Tyler Reks rose upwards. He didn't looked nearly as animal like as the EBWF audience had grown accustomed to. His dreads, while still wild, and his eyes were covered by a pair of dark sunglasses. He was dressing a bit more like Hawkins these days.

Tyler Reks: "This mini bar is stacked. What are you drinking?"

Hawkins looked over his shoulder as Reks held up two large bottles. The champion grinned in satisfaction before waving away the offer.

Curt Hawkins: "After Wrestle Mania. There's going to be plenty to celebrate"

Reks gave a shrug and Curt turned his attention back towards the camera.

Curt Hawkins: "Do you think I'm ready to give this up? I was at the Access and there was a line of people wanting my autograph. From me. The guy that people used to say 'Wow, he's still employed?' when they scrolled through the WWE roster. That guy who was wasting away on a.."

His face twisted up into a disgusted scowl.

Curt Hawkins: "..internet only show. My talents were being squandered on matches with rookies. Rookies! I'm not a rookie. I am a premier talent in this company who is finally getting exactly what he deserves. And I'm supposed to throw this all away for a long dead friendship with Zack Ryder and Trent Barreta?"

Hawkins grimly shook his head.

Curt Hawkins: "That's a joke. And if you talk to Zack and Trent they will tell you that I'm bitter. Or I'm jealous. Or that I turned on them. When the truth of the matter is, they turned on me a long time ago. As everyone is aware by now, we all came up together. We learned how to wrestle together and we made our debuts together. Trent had the flashy, exciting, eye catching moves. Zack had tons of personality and charisma. And what about me? I'm flashy, I'm exciting and I'm DRIPPING with personality. But for whatever reason I was always overlooked. Zack was getting millions of hits a day with his web show and becoming an internet phenomenon and Trent was here, in this company, winning gold with Caylen."

He nodded, looking somewhat impressed.

Curt Hawkins: "Honest to God truth? I was happy for both of them. I was happy to see two people I considered my very best friends go out there and make names for themselves. All the while I was stuck in the WWE, having matches with guys like Titus 'O Neal or whatever FCW no-name they decided they wanted to give my spotlight to. So, I come to my so called friends. And I'm not looking for a hand out. Just maybe my way to get my foot in the door of the EBWF. Maybe just a little 'Hey Wes. This is our friend, he's really a talent, you should give him a look over.' But did I get that?"

The Breakout Champion's face notably darkened. His voice became lower.

Curt Hawkins: "No. I didn't get anything. At all. They were both too busy with themselves to help out someone they came up with. So while Trent was off playing video games and Zack was fist-pumping, I was becoming angry. And I started to to take cues from a guy who was at one point my mentor. Edge. I became an opportunist. It didn't matter what slob McMahon put me in the ring with. I worked my ass off until someone in this company noticed me and finally brought me in. And I get here and I'm suddenly supposed to be all buddy, buddy with those two clowns?"

His head shook once again but this time with even more contempt.

Curt Hawkins: "That wouldn't have got me anywhere. That wouldn't have made me a champion. And it sure as hell wouldn't have got me an opening spot at Wrestle Mania. I'm not the bad person those two are trying to make me out to be. I'm the victim here. Do you see how quickly they decided to pool together to get my title off of me? That was the plan from the beginning, ever since I won this thing. Well, I have news for both of them. Neither one has what it takes to take this title out of my hands. I don't spout off silly little catch phrases. I'm not some immature, dense tool. Let's be honest, before I got it, this belt meant nothing. It was passed around in a revolving door fashion. But because of me it has prestige and luster. And if it were to somehow end up around either one of their waists? You might as well just toss it in the trash. I've got motivation to keep this title. I don't want to go back to where I was. I want to be on TV every week. I want the movie deals, I want the television show appearances, I want invitations to the fancy network parties. I want it all.

The New York native had begun to look very maniacal.

Curt Hawkins: "And Trent had the nerve to call me a sell out. Reks, am I a sell out?"

Tyler looked over his far more expensive wardrobe for a moment.

Tyler Reks: "I think we're both kind of sellouts."

Curt Hawkins: "That's right. I sold out! You can chant it from the tops of your lungs!

"YOU SOLD OUT! YOU SOLD OUT!"

"Go for it! See if I care! Eventually, everyone sells out. It's the only way you can really get ahead. You can call me a sell out. But I'm going to continue being a champion. And my opponents are going to continue being losers. Heart broken, pitiful losers, who can lament how badly their good friend turned on them and left them laying in the dust. And if I get the opportunity, I won't just win this match. I'll hurt both of them. I'll do whatever it takes to stay a champion. And I don't care who gets in the way. I know the both of them extremely well and I know that neither one of them is capable of being as vicious as I can. This is the life that I want. That I crave. They can hold onto the past while I keep moving onto bigger and better things. And ultimately, they will learn what everyone else has. No one. Absolutely no one. Steals the spotlight from Curt Hawkins."

Hawkins was gripping so tightly onto the Breakout Title that his fingers were becoming red. That intense, almost paranoid expression remained painted on his face as the scene ended.

SCENE TWO:

A lavish, trendy night club was brimming with activity. The bass heavy music throbbed along with flashy lights. A slightly intoxicated Curt Hawkins fell back onto a leather sofa with two women with large busts and tight dresses clung onto either of his arms. Tyler Reks, finishing a drink, also had an attractive young woman latched onto his side.

Curt Hawkins: "Yes ladies. I am a champion. I will be performing in front of the biggest audience in EBWF history. I AM the Party Starter. You know it. You love it."

The ladies, tipsy and probably gold diggers, giggled at every word he said.

Curt Hawkins: "Seen Zack Ryder's show? Well, it's stupid. Waste of time. Heard of Trent Barreta? Also stupid. Not nearly as handsome as me. And they are both goin DOWN!"

More giggling ensued.

Curt Hawkins: "And..it looks like our drinks are all gone. If you ladies wouldn't mind.."

The women complied and walked off to retrieve more alcohol. Hawkins leaned back on the sofa and sighed in contentment. That was until an ominous and familiar voice caught his ear.

Kane: "Hi Curt."

If this were a horror movie a striking of piano keys would have just happened. Curt's eyes went wide and he glanced over his shoulder. The crimson mask of Kane could be seen, seemingly from directly out of the shadows.

Kane: "When you're fighting your former best friends Sunday night just remember one thing. I'm reason the why you're where your at. As long as you don't forget we won't ever have any problems. Good luck.."

And with that, Kane had vanished just as quickly. Hawkins gulped and suddenly felt incredibly sober.