Triple Champion for the third time, third time, third time...thats the third time i said that also!










Click to play "One to the Right" by Lucky Boys Confusion!


The camera fades into the Arena in Charolette, North Carolina while the fans are in their seats ready for the big Tuesday Night En Feugo. The lights in the arena die and the fans wait hoping a fan favorite like King Crasher or Pyro...or ever the Icon Savage will come down to the ring and enlighten them, but instead One To The Right by Lucky Boys Confusion starts to play. The fans all start booing because, well they obviously hate Big Al Stud. The common explosion takes place in front of the Spiker Tron and the lights turn to a dim red. Stud then turns around with his tag team and stables titles hooked around his waste. He gets down to ring side and rolls into the ring. Stud stands in the middle of the ring wearing his wrestling tights and a New Orleans Saints custom made jersey. He signals for his music to be cut and then the lights turn back to normal. Stud then starts to speak...

Big Al Stud: How about those Hornets? I mean in like 1995 everyone loved the Hornets. They had so many starter coats going around it wasnt even funny...but my oh my how times have changed. Now it is about excitement and skill, and its time for the Hornets to move to the big easy and get good!

The fans boo Stud, but he continues on with his speaking anyway.

Big Al Stud: But realistically, speaking of the big easy...I hope Savage doesn't think that just because I am good natured and in high spirits that I am going to be taking it easy on him come time for our match. Once I step into the ring the happy go lucky demeanor vanishes and I am all buisness of course...just ask anyone. I hope you don't think just because I think this match is going to be labeled "The Big Easy" after I smoke you...but I am not going to be taking it easy on you, don't even think about it. But, Savage I am a nice guy...and I am able to reach an even compromise. I know you have an impressive streak of not losing at Riots or En Feugos as of late...and I dont have anything personal against you. I really dont wish you any real harm...and there really is no reason to take your semi-impressive streak away...so I'll give you two simple options. You can either come down to the ring right now and give me your title, or we can have an im-prompt to match right here where I beat you and take your title. So come down to the ring and make your choice...

The camera shows the entrance way under the Spiker Tron. Savage's Spiker Tron Video plays as does his music. Nothing happens for a while. Everyone knows and realizes that Savage is not yet in attendance, he is not...I repeat, NOT scared of Big Al Stud. The camera focuses back on Big Al Stud and he starts talking again...

Big Al Stud: Yeah thats just what I thought Savage, you are too pussy. You think that maybe if you wait another day I won't be so hungry. But your wrong, I will still be hungry. I am winning this title for everything that is wrong with ICW, like me fighting you for the IC Title for instance. Like me not being the the main event of TNEF and FNR and WrestleRage also! I am going to win this for all of the people that Mr. D and Mr. S has screwed over the years. People like the Shanghai Kid, who didnt get a title shot when he deserved one, but more importantly people like me who have been stepped on their whole ICW career. It started in my second match when I was screwed out of the United States Title after outside interfeirance. It was obvious I should have won...I was winning when Joker brought his ass to the ring and attacked Chyna instead of me finishing her off. But Savage, also if you wait another day...I am not going to get a fluke injury or something. After I finish up with this promo I am going to the back and wrapping myself up in bubble rap to prevent such a thing. Savage you really are not only scared, but just full of wishful thinking. Neither is really a bad thing, but neither are going to get you very far come Tuesday Night when we face each other. I have beaten you before and you have not done the same to me. I have won the IC Title from the best champion ever, and let me tell you are not the best IC Champion ever. You are of course below the best IC Title ever. By just mathematical properties we can tell that if BAS is greater than JS, and JS is greater than S...then that obviously means that BAS is greater than S...I think that might be the transitive property...but don't quote me on which property it happens to be. But if the mathematical stuff just doesn't float your boat Savage, there is one thing that you just cannot argue with...and that is just the fact that I am not just underapreciated, and over worked...but I am just flat out better than you. I always have been better, and I am always going to continue to be better than you are. No matter how much you try to fight it, you cannot beat a guy who is as good as I am. You can beat the Reapers, the Crazzzy Gerards, and the James Maxes...but you cannot beat Big Al Stud. If it is not obvious to all of the fans that you didn't come down to the ring, it should be. And if it is oddly enough not obvious to you by now...it will be. Late Tuesday Night/Wednesday morning, you it will hit you that you were outwrestled and flat out beaten by the #1 ranked wrestler in ICW...period!

Stud motions for his music to play, and it does. As the song plays Big Al Stud lies the microphone down and struts around the ring. Stud goes around the ring holding up both of his titles and yells things about how he is going to get the third of his collection on Tuesday. Stud climbs up to the top rope at one corner and holds up his belts as the crowd boos. He does this at the other four corners and then walks out of the ring and down the steps. Stud exits the ring area and walks up the ramp taunting the fans and holding out his belt like he is going to let the fans touch it, but pulls it back at the last second. Stud then walks back through the entrance ramp and the camera fades to black...







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