The Man
The Myth
The Legend
Your Undisputed Falconer Champion
Jim "The Icon" Daher

(Well, after The Icon systematically destroyed everything that was said by both Caprice DeLioncourte and Charlie Dream, upon hearing their responses, I find myself...disappointed. As much trash as those two have been talking, I was expecting far more scathing (and original) remarks from them, but, sadly, that was not to be. Just like The Icon losing his Falconer Title this Wednesday is not to be. Do you really think you can beat The Icon this Wednesday? As hot as he's been since Avalanche? If you do, then man, are you in for a rude awakening.)

(The scene opens up at the intersection of Mt. Moriah and Ridgeway/Hickory Hill in Memphis, Tennessee, around 10:00 in the morning. Currently, the building we're focused on is the Simoniz Car Wash. The only cars on the lot are apparently employee cars, because they're parked along the curb off to one side, not being worked on. The place is currently not open, more than likely due to (a) lack of essential employees or (b) the thick blanket of clouds laid out overhead. Suddenly, a red '95 Corvette ZR-1 roars up the street and pulls into the drive, fishtailing in mid-turn due to the slippery concrete. The driver decides to take advantage of the fishtail and cuts a mean "doughnut", coming to a stop just a couple of feet away from a tan Mitsubishi Diamante amidst a load of smoke from the tires. The 'Vette parks right beside the Mitsubishi, then the engine cuts off. The door opens, and out steps Jim "The Icon" Daher, attired in baggy black pants, black Jordan basketball shoes, a black t-shirt with "ICON=GOD" written on it in brown print and a photo of The Icon performing The Icon's Smackdown on Jack Otis positioned underneath the writing, a brown-tinted short-sleeved Hawaiian shirt left unbuttoned to serve as an overshirt, a silver chain with a huge cross on it around his neck, a gold Rolex watch, and a pair of silver-framed Oakley sunglasses. His hair is tied back in a ponytail. He reaches in and pulls out the GWA Falconer Title belt, then slings it over his left shoulder and shuts his car door. He looks at the line of parked employee cars, his eyes coming to rest on a brown '79 Plymouth Volare, the grill conspicuous by its absense. A half smile comes to his face, then he turns and heads towards the building. He pulls open the door and steps in, taking a moment to look around. Not seeing whatever or whoever he's looking for, he removes his shades, placing them in the pocket of his overshirt, then leans on the cashier's counter and looks at the overweight woman serving as the cashier, whose attention is currently on some paperwork.)

Jim "The Icon" Daher: Yo, I'm lookin' for Joe. You seen him?

(She looks up at him, giving him her best friendly smile.)

Cashier: I think he's in the wash tunnel helping clean the equipment.

The Icon: A'ight, cool.

(He starts to exit the building, then stops and turns back to the cashier. He takes his wallet out of his back pocket, then extracts a $5 bill and places it on the counter. She looks up at the money, then looks at him quizzically, a look that he returns with a friendly smile of his own.)

The Icon: Just 'cause you seem like a nice lady. Besides, I worked here one summer a while back, so I know how important tips are.

(She cocks an eyebrow, then shrugs and takes the bill off the counter, placing it in her purse. The Icon's smile broadens, then he exits the building. He hops over the railing on the handicap ramp, his feet hitting the ground with a solid "thunk," then heads around the corner of the building, coming to the exit of the wash tunnel. The sound of men working on something comes floating out of the tunnel, so The Icon walks on in the tunnel, maneuvering around the equipment until he comes to three people in Simoniz work uniform: blue or purple t-shirts and khaki pants. One of the three is wearing a pair of blue coveralls, and he bears a strong resemblance to The Icon, though he's obviously a few years younger. The other two notice him, and their jaws immediately hit the floor as they stop dead in their tracks. He places one finger to his lips - a "shush" gesture - then sneaks up behind the jumpsuit-clad worker. He bends down, putting his face near the young man's head, then whispers...)

The Icon: Boo.

(Instantly, the employee leaps to his feet from his crouching position and whirls around, ready to beat down whoever it was that just startled the piss out of him. He pauses, squinting in the dim light, then his eyes widen as he suddenly realizes who's standing right in front of him.)

Coveralled Employee: Jim!

(The Icon smiles.)

The Icon: Correct on the first guess! How ya been, bro?

(The two brothers embrace, then separate. The brother in the coveralls runs a finger down the surface of the Falconer Title belt, a smirk flirting at one corner of his mouth.)

Brother in Coveralls: Well, I see things are goin' well for you in the GWA.

The Icon: Yes, sir! I'm tellin' ya, Joe, they just can't handle their hero and role model.

(Ah, so now we know who Joe is. Joe chuckles, then suddenly remembers the two co-workers with him.)

Joe: Oh, damn, I'm an idiot. I haven't even introduced these other two people. The short one there is Kenny.

(The Icon turns, and his eyes fall upon a guy that looks like a short version of "Stone Cold" Steve Austin. The Icon shakes the bald man's hand, then cocks an eyebrow at him.)

The Icon: Anyone ever call you Stone Cold?

Kenny: Oh, all the time. You got a problem with that, ya son of a b*tch?

(Kenny steps close to The Icon, looking up at him with a dead-on impersonation of the famous "Stone Cold" stare, then suddenly breaks into a wide grin and laughs, stepping back.)

Kenny: I'm just f*ckin' with ya.

(Kenny laughs again and claps a hand on The Icon's shoulder, then turns back to his work. The Icon cocks an eyebrow at him, then rolls his eyes. He then notices the remaining worker, a rather massive young man at 6'7" and roughly 230 pounds. He looks back at Joe and indicates the large employee with a motion of his head.)

The Icon: Who's the redwood?

Joe: Oh, that's Nick. Sure, he looks huge, but he's just a big teddy bear. Anyway, what brings ya down this way, associating with us lowly civilans?

(The question is asked with a note of dry humor injected into his voice. The Icon chuckles, then answers.)

The Icon: Well, the GWA's havin' a show at the Pyramid this Wednesday, so I figured I'd drop by and see what you were up to while I was still in town. Ain't you a Manager-In-Training or somethin'?

Joe: Yeah, I'm an M.I.T. Have been for a week. And how long have you been Falconer Champ? I haven't had a chance to keep up with the GWA lately.

The Icon: Since Avalanche, November 28th. And what do you mean, you haven't had a chance? Wait, never mind. I think I can fix that.

(The Icon reaches into his back pocket and pulls out his wallet, then pulls out a small piece of papery cardboard, colored silver with the GWA logo emblazoned prominently on it in gray, directly over some black text. He hands it to Joe, then pocks his wallet.)

The Icon: The last ticket to the sold-out Insurrection event this Wednesday. This little visit was not a spontaneous idea. I bought this as soon as the tickets went on sale, for the sole purpose of giving it to you so you can attend the show and watch your big brother beat the living crap outta Caprice DeLioncourte and Charlie Dream.

(Joe takes the ticket and pockets it, then looks up at The Icon with a smirk on his face.)

Joe: You sure it's gonna be that easy? Dream beat you at End of Innocence, and those Aussies can be pretty tough.

(The Icon raises an eyebrow, then scoffs.)

The Icon: Please. I told 'em off big time not too long ago, and neither one of 'em's had the gumption to say anything truly threatening to me. Dream still insists that a win over me in the past will automatically translate into a win the next time, a theory which was proven wrong some time ago when I took on Jack Otis, who beat me in my rookie days, but then got beaten by me in a TLC Match for my first reign as Falconer Champion. He's a retard, the picture of true jackassedness in action, so I'll lay him out in no time. And Caprice? Man, she spent 99% of her time on the air talkin' about how she's gonna take advantage of some crush she thinks Dream's got on her. The few times I got mentioned, she didn't dare try to get off on a rant about me, and ya know why? 'Cause she knows that anything she says about me I can turn around and make her look like a jackass. It all adds up to one thing: fear. They're scared sh*tless of me, and while they'll never admit it, I know it and both of them know it. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to get busy training. I'll see you at Insurrection, so enjoy the show...and have a nice FRICKIN' day.

(The Icon smiles, then exits the wash tunnel, heading for his car. The Icon gets in his 'Vette, then starts it up and roars out of the parking lot, disappearing down the street. The scene fades out, then to an advertisement about GWA Wednesday Insurrection.)

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