(No, I'm not gonna do any friggin' intro this time. Why not? 'Cause I feel this promo should speak for itself.)

(The scene opens up in The Icon's locker room shortly after Insurrection went off the air. Inside we find The Icon, seated on a bench and staring at nothing in particular. He is drenched in sweat from his grueling match for the Falconer Title, and his facial expression reveals a combination of sadness, regret, defeat...and fury. He doesn't even look up at the camera as he begins to speak.)

Jim "The Icon" Daher: Well, I hope you people in the locker rooms are happy. Jim "The Icon" Daher, scourge of the Falconer division, is no longer the Falconer Champion. Go ahead and turn a few cartwheels. Throw a friggin' party for all I care. At this point, I don't give two sh*ts whether you like me or you don't. I have somethin' to say, and you may not like it, but it's gonna be said anyway.

(He rubs his face, trying to compose himself, and, failing to do so, he speaks anyway.)

The Icon: First of all, Caprice, you did not defeat me. In fact, it was a miracle that you made it out of the ring under your own power. However, I am admitting the fact that I lost the match...just not to you. If anybody should be the Falconer Champion right now, it should be...Charlie Dream. Dream was the one who pulled me off of you after I dropped you with The Icon's Smackdown. Dream was the one who nailed me with the Kiss Off. Dream was the one who made the cover. But I seriously must ask...Dream, what in the hell possessed you to pull my shoulders off the mat and put Caprice on top of me? I'm all for chivalry, but chivalry at the expense of your own career is intolerable. Don't worry, I'm not gonna demand a match against either one of you just yet. I've got something better in mind. Next Insurrection, you two had better develop a pair of eyes in the backs of your heads, 'cause there's an old saying where I come from. Revenge can be a b*tch, but redneck revenge is a real motherf*cker. I'll see you both Wednesday, so sleep well...and have a nice FRICKIN' day.

(With that, The Icon stands and exits the locker room. The scene then slowly fades to black.)

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