The scene rapidly cuts to a large forested area, which is also covered in rocky terrian and various specimens of different animals. It is quite obvious that we are here in Ontario, Canada, looking for the All-Canadian Champion "Too Xtreme" Eric Badger. Over about three-hundred yards into the forest, there is an opening where there is little signs of trees, animals, or lifeforms of any sort, except for one man, that is seen meditating in his own little world. The camera proceeds to get closer to the man to reveal that it is, indeed, "Too Xtreme" Eric Badger, mentally preparing for his upcoming title defence. Unaware that the camera is watching him, Eric continues to prepare, with nothing in the world to distract him at this particular moment.
After, roughly five more minutes of preparation, "Too Xtreme" Eric Badger looks to snap out of his little trance and looks around, almost like he is disoriented to his current surroundings. He stands up, and realizes that he has been followed by an SAW camera crew, and has been watched for the past ten minutes, meditating for the match. He notices that the camera is right beside him, and is obviously waiting for some kind of last promo before the match, to maybe throw off his opponents even more, than they already are.
Eric - Goddamn! I never get any peace or quiet when I'm under contract here in SAW do I? Would a little private time full of tranquility and peace be too much to ask? The whiz of cameras don't really appeal to me too much when I am preparing, but for one last time, I suppose I'll cut a promo for you sorry saps that followed me out here. By the way, aren't you excited that you not only get to see myself, "Too Xtreme" Eric Badger in two matches on Monday, but you get to see the next destructive stable in SAW, The Unholy Alliance. T-Money, "The Nitemare" Rob Osbourne, Number 4 and myself will unleash the rabid fury upon the wrestling world, and your careers as you know them shall end soon after we make our large impact.
Destroying careers is one thing, but capturing titles is another item on our agenda of our numerous plans to capture, every single, god- forsaken, title belt that Pledge Alliegence should have for us here in SAW. As you can tell, I'm rambling so much that I'm letting out vital information that could help one or two of you so called "wrestlers" in the back conquer the Unholy Alliance. One of these people that are trying to hault my run as All-Canadian Champion, is none other than Mike Van Pro. The SAW's precious MVP.
Well Mike, one of the problems that I see with you, is the fact that you are living in the past man. You wish you could have been at war, fighting against all the Germans, Russians etc. when you and I both know, that you would be running back home before the war started. You my friend, are the biggest pussy I have ever seen in my entire human existence. You are trying to re-live your old memories by trying to get into my head with a few of your best matches, like the Scaffold Match, when you got seriously injured. Big deal you wuss, falling of that stuff is what turns my crank, makes me feel good, gives me a rush that can never be duplicated in a million years. I am truly a member of the Unholy Alliance, because I have the "Xtreme" attitude to succeed in a business relationship with my colleagues, and to rise above all of the challenges that step in my way, and to always come out, a champion.
Auslese, you have made the mistake of beating me in the middle of the ring. So what, I had a little ring rust, but now, I'm back and better than ever, and even more ready to kick the living hell out of you. You claim your back doesn't hurt, when I know that you are just trying to be tough for your little reporter friend. Your back should be my main focus on Monday, even though MVP should be putting up a better fight than you in our match. You have been entered into the Undisputed Title battle royal, but you have a lesser chance to capture that belt than you have trying to caputre mine from me. Either Rob, T-Money, or I shall pick up that scrap metal, and hoist it above our heads, as the Unholy Alliance shall be opened, and able to reek havoc upon the entire SAW Locker Room. You better believe that, because in one day, one measly, little day, until the fate of the wrestling world lies within the eye of the beholder. The beholder, is none other than The Unholy Alliance.
***Eric walks out of the forest as the scene of the promo seems to get darker, and the cameramen, from the United States, are afraid of being left in the Canadian Wilderness alone, because in the big cities, there are no forests to trample over.***
FTB
