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Everything is quiet in Birmingham, Alabama...just as it is before all of Big Al Stud's promos. The lights in the arena die, as they typically tend to do, and then turn to a dim red. One Mic by Nas is blasted and the fans all get to their feet, holding up their moronic confederate flags. Big Al Stud then struts out from under the Spiker Tron. Stud pauses looking down at his empty waste. Stud then explodes up with his hands in the air as a huge purts of pyro goes off behind him and the lights turn to normal. Stu starts walking down to the ring as he gives all of the fans high fives. Stud slides under the ring and pulls out a mic. Stud begins to speak, as many would expect...since he pulled out the mic just seconds before then.
Big Al Stud: Well thank you for that warm ovation folks. Well earlier on I talked about Mind Games, because that involved max Powers and I. I explained to the world how Max Powers could not beat me, and its all damn true. But I am not Max Powers, I don't dwell on just one point. I dont just talk about one thing over and over to the point where I get no fans and become a heel...I come up with new, origional, entertaining promos...not just feeding off either mine or my opponents last one. So lets talk about Tuesday Night En Fuego. We look at the Main Event, where I faced off with Reaper as Max Powers was the Special Guest Ref. I'd like to say that when I fought the number one contendor it was back and forth, a see-saw battle so to speak...and all in all a real challenge for me, but it was not. I had no problems as I walked all over the man who is supposed to be the top wrestler that ICW has to offer to face the champion. No matter if Max Powers was trying to get me to win, or Reaper to win...it didnt matter because I don the match. I beat Reaper and obviously the important people in the booking comittee of Internet Championship Wrestling noticed that I made the number one contendor submit to a move that isnt even the studder step. They noticed that obviously I should be the number one contendor again, if just for one night only...and thats why they booked the match.
Big Al Stud:
Well with all that said, that is not going to change another thing between Max Powers and I, the past. No not just a day ago when I beat Reaper, no not two weeks ago when Max Powers beat me...but more like main event past. Max Powers and I used to be the best of friends, and I am sure that everyone knew that. Where ever you saw Big Al Stud, you saw Max Powers in the ring. Wherever you saw Michael Tomik out of the ring, you saw Alex Clauson. We even formed a stable around the out of character friendships, a clique of ICW, known as the Main Event. The ME you see now is very differant as it went to hell after I left, but this is all differant. What it comes down to is the fact that once upon a time Max Powers and I were the best friends in ICW. This friendship detereorated somewhat over greed and somewhat over jealousy. I will admit it, I was somewhat jealous of Max Powers stealing all my spotlight. Max Powers was getting the title shots that I should, and I'll admit, it was soaking into my ego. Shrinking it, and every man knows that shrinkage is not a good thing...oh no! Its a very bad thing. But there was more of a thing going between Max and I, just wondering who was better. There was that little fued that Patrick and I had, to see who was the better man, and I proved who was the best. Max and I had wanted to battle in a friendly way sometime just to see who was the better man, so I made it happen. I am a real go getter, and I went and got Max Powers where it hurt him most. It was a smart move for me career wise and I dont regret it for a second. It got me pushed instead of being held back...and I am finally going to be able to prove how good I really am...it is the best thing I have ever done in my career, and it all will come together in climactic proportions When I finally get the ICW World Heavyweight Title back, 11 months and one day to the day that I won it last year. Instead of 7-6-01 it will be 6-7-02, if that doesnt scream out not only destiny, but good tv...then just Big Al Stud beating Max Powers for the World Title does.
Big Al Stud reaches down into his tights and pulls out a piece of paper. Stud opens up the piece of paper and begins to speak again.
Big Al Stud:
Now Max, I am going to do something that you have probablly never heard in your uneducated life...I am going to read a little bit of poetry, and then I just might relate it to our big match on Friday Night. This poem is by Lawrence Ferlinghetti, and it is entitled 'Constantly Risking Absurdity'. Please allow me to read you this poem now...
Big Al Stud:
Constantly risking absurdity
and death
whenever he performs
above the heads
of his audience
the poet like an acrobat
climbs on rime
to a high wire of his own making
and balancing on eyebeams
above a sea of faces
paces his way
to the other side of the day
performing entrachats
and sleight-of-foot tricks
and other high theatrics
and all without mistaking
any thing
for what it may not be
For he's the super realist
who must perforce perceive
taut truth
before the taking of each stance or step
in his supposed advance
toward that still higher perch
where Beauty stands and waits
with gravity
to start her death-defying leap
And he
a little charleychaplin man
who may or may not catch
her fair eternal form
spreadeagled in the empty air
of existence
Big Al Stud:
Now, for those of you who don't really know...what that poem is trully about poets putting everything out on the line, but I can really relate to it in a much differant way, please allow me to explain. The way I see it, this poem really relates to a style that Max Powers and I dont tend to rely on, but can do, and that is the high flying style of wrestling. With a match so evenly matched like the one we are stepping into, it comes to things other than just brawling or mat wrestling, it could come down to something other like high flying. We are in fact constantly risking death as we preform in the ring, flying high above the crowd going for moonsaults or anything other move from the top rope. The intricacy involved to climb up to the top ropes and balance, perhaps spinning around and doing other dangerous tasks that risk injury, above the sea of Big Al Stud fans...it is all in that poem...and thats why it hits home so much for me. The poem speaks about any slight miscalculation or stumbling down, just like a tight rope walker, can bring you crashing down and ruin you. This Friday Night one slight mishap in the ring could bring you or I crashing down Max, and ruin everything we have worked so hard for. Only one of us can walk out with that world title, and its going to be the person who capitolizes on the last mistake made in the match, could be from some high flying or any risky part of the matchup. I don't know about you Max, but I am willing to make that death defying leap that Lawrence spoke of and hit you with something you aren't going to expect, because I am going to do anything in my power to get that ICW World Heavyweight Title, because we both know I am not only the better man...I am the best man. Not just between us, but in the entire ICW!
Stud folds the crumpled up piece of paper and puts it back in his wrestling tights and looks around to make sure that Max Powers, being the sneaky and conniving feind that he is, is not trying to jump him from beind in a desperate attempt to save his title. One Mic by Nas starts to play and Stud exits teh ring area. He walks back to the back all smiles fiving the fans whom he was on the wrong side to five on his way down to the ring. The camera fades to a very dark shade and that many refer to as the color black. (no fancy html change for me tho ;-))
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