(Okay, what in the HELL was up with Insurrection??? The Icon successfully defends his Falconer Title - in your face, Thurston - then he gets damn near DESTROYED by some guy named...Charlie??? And what the f*ck was J.J.'s problem?! Yes, Drakestone lost the match, but BY RIGHTS he should have gotten a Maximus Title shot! What inconceivable form of stupidity and retardation gripped him so much that he willingly made himself the target of Drakestone's legendary fury? I just...*sigh*. Just watch the bloody promo. I'm too pissed to keep talking.)

(The scene opens up outside a hospital in Nashville, Tennessee. Eventually, a red '95 Corvette ZR-1 roars up and parks in front of the hospital at the patient pick-up area. The front doors open, and a nurse wheels out Jim "The Icon" Daher in a wheelchair. The Icon looks agitatedly up at the nurse.)

The Icon: Okay, we're outside. Now can I get up?

(The nurse sighs.)

Nurse: You know, you should consider yourself very lucky. If it hadn't been for all that piled up debris between your head and the door to cushion the blows, you would probably be dead. And yes, you can get up now.

The Icon: Yes, yes, I know. Lucky me. Whoopie. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go whip the retarded ass-wipe that did this sh*t to me.

(Without waiting for a response, The Icon stands from the wheelchair and walks briskly to the 'Vette parked out front. The Icon opens the passenger door and gets in, which is when we see that Drakestone is in the driver's seat. Drakestone looks over at The Icon.)

Drakestone: Well, aren't we in a bit of a mood today?

(The Icon gives Drakestone a "look," then rolls his eyes at Drakestone.)

The Icon: Just drive. I gotta think about what I'm gonna do to that "Charlie" f*ck-wad when I get my hands on his punk ass.

(Drakestone looks at The Icon with an eyebrow raised, then shrugs and puts the car into gear, roaring off down the street. The scene fades out...)

(The scene opens back up in the living room of The Icon's house in Memphis, Tennessee. Present are GWA commentator/journalist Kevin Gaines, Drakestone, and Jim "The Icon" Daher, who has the Falconer Title belt slung over his shoulder. Kevin Gaines starts to speak, but The Icon grabs the mic from him, earning a questioning look from Gaines.)

The Icon: Nothing personal, Kev. I just got some sh*t that needs to be said, and it needs to be said without you.

(The Icon breathes deeply, attempting to calm himself. Finding that he's not getting any more relaxed, he speaks anyway.)

The Icon: First, Thurston. You, rich boy, can kiss my ass. I told you I was gonna whip your ass, and that's exactly what I did. Icon's Smackdown, cover, three-count. You lose, I win. Period. I'm done with you. I got another dingleberry to talk about. That's right, Charlie, I'm talkin' about you, and I'm gonna start with one simple question. What in the blue F*CK is your problem, dickweed?! Okay, we collided in the hallway. We looked at each other. I waited for you to say excuse me, but you didn't, so I figured you were just some rude f*ck just itchin' for an ass-whippin' that I didn't feel like givin' out at the time. I walked away...and the next thing I know, you're beatin' me across the ribs with a steel pipe, throwin' me into walls, through windows, and beating my head in a f*cking door! Do you not have any idea who you're f*cking with, dillhole?! I am Jim "The Icon" Daher, dammit, the undisputed GWA Falconer Champion! You are a nothing, a nobody, an it, and until you show me that you're capable of giving me the respect that I've earned through hard work and dedication to this company, then I will personally make it my business to make sure that every single day of your f*cking life here in this company is just one hellacious ass-kicking after another, and another, and another! You want respect??? Well, sh*t-face, respect works two ways around here. You have to give a little if you wanna get a little. You gotta remember, Charlie. I'm part of a group called The Brotherhood of Vengeance. Know what that means? It means we don't forgive, and we sure as hell don't forget, and as long as there's breath in our lungs...you will regret ever crossing one of us! Do you want a war with The Brotherhood of Vengeance? Do you??? If that's what you want, then brother, that's what you've got. You'd better grab up as many nice days as you can, 'cause from here on out, your life is gonna be nothing but a long line of very, very bad FRICKIN days. B*tch.

(The Icon roughly gives the mic back to Kevin Gaines, then stands and storms up the staircase, unwilling to remain on camera. Gaines looks at the stairs, then at Drakestone.)

Kevin Gaines: I guess that leaves just you to talk to. Okay. You and Crisis had been booked in a match for this past Wednesday Insurrection. The winner would receive a Gladiator Title shot, and the loser would receive a Maximus Title shot. Then came time for the match. Our newest Vice President, J.J., came out to the stage and announced that there would be no Maximus Title shot for the loser, that instead the match would only be for a shot at the Gladiator Title. Crisis beat you, and is therefore getting a Gladiator Title shot, but I understand you feel cheated.

Drakestone: "Cheated" is hardly the word I would use to describe it, Mr. Gaines. To tell you the truth, I'm extremely pissed off. I just know how to control my anger. I would like to direct my words at two people: Vice President J.J. and CEO Steven Fury. First, Mr. Fury, I would like to address you. I'm assuming you were the one who booked the match between Crisis and me. If that's true, even though I lost, I should by rights be the recipient of a Maximus Title shot against Joey Jackson. However, Vice President J.J. - who you outrank, by the way - decided to take away the Maximus Title shot stipulation that you put in and make it only for a shot at the Gladiator Title. I believe that's called "going behind the boss's back". You want to relieve yourself of the Midnight Syndicate? Well, what better way to start than to put me against one of them in a situation with no rules to hold me back...and the opportunity to take away one of their title belts? Possible injury and reclamation of one of your championships all in one stroke. You want the Midnight Syndicate taken care of? Let me be one of the men to help take care of them. Give me the chance to end Joey Jackson's career. And more importantly, give me the chance to weaken them...by taking back one of our championship belts.

Kevin Gaines: What about J.J.?

(Drakestone chuckles.)

Drakestone: Yes, little J.J. His decision to remove the Maximus Title shot from my match with Crisis was actually quite amusing. I'm still going to kill him, but hey, it was definitely amusing.

(Kevin's eyebrows lift.)

Kevin Gaines: I assume you mean "kill" in a metaphorical sense.

(Drakestone dismisses the response with a wave of his hand.)

Drakestone: Nothing of the sort! I mean I'm going to kill him. I'm going to take my .357 Magnum out of my gun closet and shoot him in the face at point-blank range. Of course, if he was to relinquish his decision and give me the Maximus Title shot I should be getting anyway, I'd be more than happy to reconsider. That decision is entirely up to you, J.J. A long life with Drakestone as the Maximus Title's No. 1 contender? Or a very short life with the knowledge that Drakestone is coming to smear your grey matter all over your office? Your choice, little man. Choose wisely...for it may just be the last decision you ever make. Your Final Judgement has been passed. Give your soul to the Lord, little man...'cause your ass belongs to me. Now, Mr. Gaines, if you'll excuse me, I have to go clean my gun.

(With that, Drakestone stands, then exits the house and motors off towards Death Valley on his Harley. Kevin Gaines looks at the camera, then swiftly gets to his feet and charges out of the house with the camera man on his heels. The scene then slowly fades to black.)

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