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The camera fades into the locker room of Big Al Stud were he is just lounging and relaxing, trying to loosen up and calm the nerves before his huge match with Max Powers. Stud notices the camera crew suddenly as if they haven't been setting up for the past eleven minutes and thirteen seconds, and starts talking towards the general direction of the camera.
Big Al Stud:
Well looky what we have here, the camera crew has had some time to drift away from the precious little Maxwell Vernon Powers, ICW's MVP...and they can talk to me again, Well MVP...don't think I didnt see every damn word that you said! Max in your first little promo you came out talking about how you can kick my ass again, no problem. Well I am not sure if you remember the Mind Games main event very much, but it was obviously me who was kicking your ass. I dont recall being in the Powerser Step, or getting hit by the PowersBomb. That is far from the case. I didcated the pace of much of that match, untill you took over at random intervals and then beat El Oso at the end of the matchup. You can talk all you want about me not having the world title, and that making me a loser. But just wait till tonight, after the match. We will see who is still doing alot of talk after the match and who is carrying around the ICW World Title, because I guarantee that it is me. I will be the world champion, after I make you tap out to the studder step...and according to what you said just a while ago...that makes you the LOSER! I am not going to do that sign, WHATEVER! Right here you would expect Stud to do the whatever sign, but he makes an L...he then looks ashamed, puts his hands down and starts talking again... Max, your whole promo was really a whole lot of nothing. You rambled aimlessly over and over about how you think you did beat me. About how I was in the tree of woe and I could have gotten out and broken up the pin if not had for you beaten me up. But the fact of the matter is obviously that my legs were tangled up, thus I could not get out of the tree of woe...seeing how thats what the move is designed to do. The best I could have done would be an inclinded sit-up, which would have just re-torn ligaments in my leg. Adding that together with my assumption that El Oso would somehow be able to kick out of your pinning predicament, to make for the fact that I did not win the match. I did not lose the match, it was more of a no decission as far wrestling can go. But tonight I get my chance, and I will get that decision. I will move my record up to 2-0 with a 0 ERA against Max Powers but tonight I will get wrestling's Cy Young after I beat the MVP, Maxwell Vernon Powers for the World TItle. Max for some reason you mentioned that I clawed and stracthed for a rematch as if I begged the front office for a title shot. That is really far from the case, seeing how I said nothing to all of the alphabet gang...I just tried to get you to see the light, and you being the supposed fighting champion, tried to get you to grant my little request for a rematch. I pointed out what I had to say and you stood in the back. You stood in the back and hid behind the Main Event, and didnt even respond to my challenge. Then I beat the number one contendor while you tried to side with him and the front office had no other choice than to book my match. Thats just the way it is, just like I am going to beat you tonight and there is nothing you can do about it now...I hope it is starting to sink again.
Big Al Stud:
Well jesus christ maybe its not, cause you just had your second promo aired, and guess what...I'm going to have shit to say about that also! Max, you came out with some sentamental shit about how I changed and we can't be friends any more. Well guess what Max, I will admit it, I changed. I changed for the better. I saw the light when all the adouring fans voted me for the Viewer's Choice. Now I am dedicated to putting on a great show for the fans, as well as leaving. You might ask why I care about these fans, well I will tell you why. When these johnnys or joeys come to ICW cards, they pay for my salary. Yeah, without them there is no Big Al Stud, there is still just an Al...and he is pour as shit. Thats why I changed, and look at the way my career has sky rocketed now, soon it will be gargantuant in ecliptic propotions to that of you, or any and all of Main Event's careers. Max Powers then tried to tell me that Main Event doesn't need me. Max, is that why you yourself have tried to get me to come back. SO has Webby and Ice...you have all tried to get me to come back, but I never did. Then you ridiculed my WrestleRage3 preformance. Its not my fault that I was the only one dedicated to teh stables titles match, and I carried not only my own weight, but the weight of others. Its not my fault you couldnt cut it in the main event or the stables match. You didnt win a damn match, so I dont see how you can say shit seeing how I damn near single handedly carried ME to the stables titles and then beat Webster in the US Title Match. Its not my fault that I can get the job done, and you can't. The same will happen tonight when I get the job done on you, and you dont get it done on me. Max just stayed on teh subject of the stable, proving that his ass needs back up to bring it on...he can't fight alone and thats why a plethera of his titles come from stables reigns. Real men win titles by themselves and thats just how I plan on winning my match tonight, all by myself...one on one. I am really growing tired of the subject of you Max...I am going to just go down to the ring tonight and let my fist do my talking...unless I see you before the match.
Big Al Stud leans back cracks his neck. The camera then fades most likely to a Max Powers promo in a vain attempt to try to out due the Real Legend, Big Al Stud.
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