"I never thought much of the courage of a lion tamer. Inside the cage he is at least safe from the people..." - Geoge Bernard Shaw
--PROMO BEGIN--
And so here we go again....
*The figure walks onto the screen, laughing. He seems to be in the exact same room that held him last week, the hole in the wall still eminent from when he put his fist through it. The man rubs a hand through his blonde mohawk slowly, going back to brush it through the brown-coloured sides as well.
He had to come back for more didn't he? He had to have his revenge, EVERYBODY has to have their revenge someday. Even the most peaceful of visionaries has to turn around and punch that bloke in the face for calling his mum a slut. It's human nature to want revenge, and this week it'll be human nature that undoes Luke Knux when he steps inside that cage, inside MY cage, just like when he stepped inside MY ring and thought he could bully me.
*The man grabs the chair - a standard black wooden chair - and drags it into the centre of the room, taking a moment to look around at the surroundings before he sits down and looks like he's thinking to himself. He is staring down at his hands, smirking slightly as he continues speaking, not bothering to avert his gaze from his hands.
I told you Luke. I told you Mr "Scumbag the bully". I told you you'd be remembering my name for the rest of the night, just like you were remembering it all week. Just like you'll be remembering it again this week when i win...AGAIN, this time inside a cage. You remembered the name, don't try to hide that face, and you will forever remember the name Drake Hunter.
These hands...
*Drake laughs as he looks down at his hands, intertwining both of them as he rubs them together, then stares back up at the camera.
These hands have put away so many in the seven years i've been wrestling. So many have fallen victim to these hands in that short period of time, and you, Mr. Knux, are now aware of that.
But is that going to stop you from trying to beat me again? Of course it isn't. It didn't work for the countless others who have been bested by the body connected to these hands, but in the end it all turned out the same way. The same way it turned out last week at Evolution.
With my name being remembered...
Do i have to say it again? I'm going to go ahead and say it anyway, because i want to, because i love to hear the sweet sound of those four words.
I told you so...
Even if it was because you couldn't handle the fact that you and your lame skills couldn't put down the greatest professional wrestler on the planet, even if it was because you couldn't keep your temper in check and tried to smack me over the head with a chair, to which i responded by my usual good grace...
When I Blacked. You. Out.
And just like i said, you were left there, head spinning, trying to massage the bruises and the aches as one name kept spinning through your head....
Drake. Hunter.