Curtis Axel's promo/shoot begins in a dark room in the back. There is a spotlight in the middle of this small, dark, dirty room. Axel would step out of the darkness. A displeased look on his face, Curtis spoke, his eyes locked into the view of the camera. "Who am I? You might know me as Curtis Axel... but, do *they* know who I am? In reality, they don't. I'm nobody. No one. In their eyes, I am no one. Why? Why doesn't Curtis Axel headline the pay-per-views? Why doesn't Curtis Axel receive those title shots? Why? Why is he ignored? Is he not good enough? Well, I've been thinking -- and I've realized. TNWF is not good enough for Curtis Axel. Many ignorant fans will try to deny the obvious fact, but the truth is, they're envious. Everyone is jealous. Both the locker room and management. THAT IS WHY *THEY* KEEP ME AWAY FROM THE GOLD! Everyone envies my amazing talent. They try to deprive me of what is rightfully mine. CM Punk and JBL.." Curtis chuckled. "Their little feud for the belt is useless. At the end of the day, there will be a man who will redefine and save pro wrestling from those who are destroying it. Both these fools are done for. Their finest hour is getting nearer and nearer. The closer I get to that belt, their time is quickly ending. The sands of time stop for no one. Punk and JBL are no exception. Curtis Axel will rid the TNWF of the likes of CM Punk.. JBL.. Daniel Bryan.. John Cena and all those other sell-outs once and for all. TNWF will be better than perfect." Axel steps out of the light, leaving the room. The light turns off as the promo ends.