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The sound of drums blast throughout the arena as the music Amazing by Kanye West plays. As the lyrics begin Justin comes walking out, the tag title around his waist and a mic in hand. An Amazing Haze promo maybe? They both had important matches to talk about tonight, why not have a good promo before? Justin didn't stop at the ramp, not bothering. He just kept his pace and walked towards the ramp.

It's amazing, I'm the reason,
Everybody fired up this evening.
I'm exhausted, barely breathing,
Holding on to what I believe in.

No matter what you'll never take that from me,
My reign is as far as your eyes can see.

Justin makes his way down the ramp, tagging a few hands on the way. As soon as Justin neared the ring, he would grab onto the middle rope and pull himself up onto the apron. Once on, he would step into the ring.

It's amazin', so amazin', so amazin', so amazin'
It's amazin', so amazin', so amazin', so amazin'
It's amazin'
(Let's go)

The music cut off earlier then it usually did. Justin looked over to a sign in the crowed and pointed at it. It read, "Falling Summer Will Be Amazing" Justin raised the mic to his mouth.

"That right there is why I'm out here tonight. I'm not here to talk with Draze about tag team competition. I'm here to talk about singles competition. More importantly, the Intercontinental Championship. Am I planning in ditching tag team competition for this title? No. I've learned a lot from Draze and have improved a lot, but I still enjoy teaming with him and that won't end for a while. I simply want, more titles, shall we say. It not only makes me look better, but makes Amazing Haze look better."

Someone from the crowed yelled, "You have no chance!" Justin paused, looked at the man, and spoke again.

"I have no chance? You think I won't win the Intercontinental Title? Wait, wait, wait, alright. Let's look at something here."

Justin unclipped his tag title from around his waist and held it up, about chest height.

"I'm one half of the WWFG Tag Team Champions. I'm one half of the Amazing Haze, a dominate tag team in this business. This title right here explains why I am in that Intercontinental Title match. I have what it takes to win gold, I have what it takes to retain the gold. This title right here explains why I am amazing and will walk away tonight with more gold than before. However, there is something else I would like to bring up. My first appearance. It was made one year ago from this day at Falling Summer 2009! Falling Summer is my turf! Falling Summer defines amazing, it defines Justin Amaze! I promo'd last year at Falling Summer, and was successful at calling out Marxx! That's right, I called out someone who could be considered a Legend! Now this year, I have a chance to be successful again! This time, it's a match, and for the Intercontinental Title! Like last year, I'll be successful! I will walk out from Falling Summer with lots of gold! Damn straight! And that's what separates you from that guy."

Justin said pointing to the guy who said he had no chance, and then to the guy with the sign.

((If anyone wants to interrupt, they can. But please be part of my match.))

After seeing the flashing lights and the loud voice, Justin turned towards the stage, to see who it was.

An angry face formed on Justin, some guy who he had never even seen before or heard of before comes in and calls "The Amazing One" a cry baby?

"And who the hell are you?"

Justin asked, lowering the mic right after.

Justin now had a disgusted face.

"Shut up and slow down there buddy."

He said as soon as he heard Anderson call himself amazing.

"You are no where near amazing! So don't ever call yourself that. Until you're as successful as I am right now, don't even speak of it. As for single matches, I'll admit my record isn't that good with them. I lost to Marxx, I lost to Draze. I've really only won one singles match. However, I've learned a lot from Draze and I can back myself up!"

Justin lowered the mic to here the chants "He's Amazing!" and smiled. He looked back at Anderson and raised the mic. Then pointed at him.

"It seems like you however are the one waaaaay over there, talking big."

Not being the scared type, Justin right in Anderson's face, staring him down as well.

"I have the Intercontinental match tonight, and you still want to wrestle me?"

Justin lowered the mic, and stepped back, taking a look at the crowed. They were cheering, hoping for a match right now. Justin quickly stepped forward and back into Anderson's face.

"What do you think I am, dumb? If I wrestle you right now, that means less of a chance I'll have at winning the title! You know that. Do you challenge me because you know I'll win the title tonight?"

"Unprecedented?"

Justin thought for a moment. Then spoke again once Anderson would be in front of Justin.

"That's a rather good idea. How about something like this?"

Justin would then attempted to hit Anderson in the head with the mic, and go for a kick to the jewels! Would he be able to counter both? Who knew, but if either were successful, Justin would quickly get behind Anderson and attempt a Sleeper hold.

This surely wasn't like Justin, to go for any cheap shots. Usually Justin would have worked something out, but he didn't like the fact that this guy called himself amazing. It was like calling dog crap amazing to eat and a full course meal horrible. It just doesn't happen. Justin wouldn't let go until he was sure Andrew would be out for a bit.

After taking a few of the elbows and grip becoming loose, he realized Anderson was going to get out. So Justin attempted to push Andrew forward and then run up behind him attempting a clothesline!