(The scene fades in at the taping of WWF "Smackdown!". The show is obviously in the midst of a commercial break, since nothing is happening at the moment. To the surprise of the commentators and the crowd, "The Devil Went Down to Georgia" by The Charlie Daniels Band kicks in over the PA, and of all people out steps the trenchcoated figure of GWA superstar Jim "The Icon" Daher, microphone in hand. The Icon walks briskly to the ring, ignoring the unusual mixed reaction, then rolls in under the bottom rope and gets to his feet. He paces in the ring, anger etched in every feature of his face.)

Jim "The Icon" Daher: Cut my damn music!

(The music promptly fades out. The Icon's gaze is locked on the entryway.)

The Icon: Rock, I know you're back there, so I'll put this in terms your unbelievably small mind can understand. Get your monkey ass into this ring RIGHT F{bleep}ING NOW!

(IF YA SMMEELLLL - drum beats - what The Rock -)

The Icon: Cut that music, dammit!

(The music cuts off, and The Rock steps out, looking confused.)

The Icon: No, no, no, no, no. No music, no pyro, no fancy taunts. Just bring your pretty ass into this ring before I drag you down here myself!

(The Rock raises The People's Eyebrow, then shrugs and marches on to the ring. He steps in, and immediately The Icon shoves him into a corner, getting right in The Rock's face.)

The Icon: Who in the hell do you think you are, Rock? You think just because you got lucky with a meaningless little movie that you can just do whatever you damn well please? Sorry, big man, the real world don't work like that. In case you didn't notice, I am Jim "The Icon" Daher, the greatest thing to ever happen to the GWA Falconer division, and God's personal gift to the world of professional wrestling. But you have the nerve - the unmitigated GALL - to come out on MY show, GWA Insurrection, and call me a rip-off of YOU? HA! Don't flatter yourself.

(The Icon takes a few steps back.)

The Icon: But there is just one thing I wanna know. Why in the world did you believe a couple of morons whose combined I.Q. is less than that of these ring posts?

The Rock: Becau-

The Icon: It doesn't MATTER why you believed them!

(He smirks.)

The Icon: Rock, I want you to take a good long look at me. Look real hard. Okay, so I use a Rock Bottom for my finisher. There are 300 other wrestlers in the business who use a Rock Bottom as part of their regular arsenal. Funny, I don't see you beating THEIR asses. And as for the raising of the eyebrow...hell, I was doing that in ELEMENTARY SCHOOL, which is, oddly enough, BEFORE YOU BECAME A PROFESSIONAL WRESTLER. Now, look again. Think real hard, then look me square in the eye and tell me you honestly believe I'm a Rock rip-off.

(The Rock appears speechless. The Icon chuckles.)

The Icon: That's what I thought.

(The Icon moves in closer.)

The Icon: This is a warning. If you or any other WWF wrestler appear on GWA programming ever again, then you'll quickly find out why we're the best in the game...and you guys ain't even potential contenders. I'll be seein' you, if you smell...

(He moves in a little closer.)

The Icon: ...what The Icon...

(He smirks.)

The Icon: ...is cookin'.

("The Devil Went Down to Georgia" kicks in again. The Icon leaves the ring and heads to the parking area, leaving the arena. The Rock watches him leave, then leaves the ring himself, heading back to the locker room area. The scene fades out.)

[ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

• Forget about this one, folks...I'll be addressing The Rock in a roleplay tonight... -- Jim Daher, 19:06:40 05/10/02 Fri