(Damn. Damn, damn, damn, damn, damn. So close, yet so far. Daher lost to Dream, but hey, at least he's still the Falconer Champion. He's gonna have to defend it, though, and it looks like it'll be against Charlie Dream...and Caprice DeLioncourte? Where the hell did she come from? Oh, I see. That little butt-in during the Valkyrie Title match. She figures Daher and Dream cost her the Valkyrie Title, so she wants some payback. Boo-hoo, somebody get me hanky. So, Caprice, you want a piece of The Icon? I guarantee, he'll give you all you can handle and more.)

(The scene opens up in the arena that held GWA End of Innocence. They're still in the process of breaking everything down for shipping back to GWA HQ. (Hey, it was a huge PPV.) As we pan down, we come to a red '95 Corvette ZR-1, an average-sized young man leaning against the hood. He turns towards the camera, and we catch sight of Jim "The Icon" Daher, the Falconer Title belt slung over his left shoulder. Yes, even after losing, he's still got that trademark confident smirk. I wonder why? We're about to find out, 'cause he's about to speak.)

The Icon: Charlie Dream and Caprice DeLioncourte. Both of you want a shot at my Falconer Title. Charlie, you earned your shot at End of Innocence, and Caprice...well, you got your shot by threatening ol' Fury with all kinds of murder and mayhem. Good job. Now, it's obvious to anyone with half a brain that both of you wanna send me to an early grave. I have no friends in this match, nor even someone on the middle ground, so here's what went down before this here camera started rolling.

(The Icon takes his cell phone off his belt clip and opens it, then scrolls through the call history. He stops, then holds the phone up to the camera, showing one name on the screen: J.J. He folds the phone back up and replaces it on his belt clip, the smirk still in place.)

The Icon: Ya see, just a few minutes ago, I got on the horn to J.J. to tell him my situation. He was, of course, more than sympathetic, and while he can't remove either of the participants, he decided to do this instead. Caprice, Charlie, courtesy of a decision made by Vice President J.J., it's my honor and privilege to introduce you to our special guest referee.

(The Icon looks off camera, and who should stroll up wearing the ol' referee stripes? It's DOOM! Doom smiles, then speaks.)

Doom: You wanted it, you got it. You wanna take the Falconer Title? You're gonna have to do it clean, 'cause if I see you two apes even trying to bend or break the rules, I'll disqualify yer ass so fast you won't even know what happened. Don't try bein' tricky, either, 'cause I guarantee, anything you can think of, I've done it before. You wanna try to use every trick in the book? Son, I wrote that book, so you'd both be well advised to wrestle this match fair an' clean. Charlie, if you touch me, I'll drop yer ass with the Ragnarok, I swear I will, and Caprice, don't think I won't do the same to you just 'cause you're a woman. I don't give a damn how bad you two jackasses want yer little title shot. If ya step outta bounds, I'm gonna put yer sorry carcass right back in bounds, the hard way, and if you lay a hand on me, then I promise you in front of God and the entire world, the only blood you'll end up spillin'...will be yer own.

The Icon: Well said, big man. Hey, Charlie and Caprice! You see now what you're up against? Do you see now who you're f*cking with? I've held this Falconer Title belt since Avalanche, and it'll be a cold day in hell before I lose this belt to a couple'a trailer park nobodies like you two. And Caprice, I don't care how pissed off you are, or how badly you think you were screwed. As far as you and me is concerned...button your f*cking lip, b*tch! Do you really wanna see what it's like to get me pissed off? Do you?! Ask Ryo-f*cking-suke about what it's like to piss me off. Ask him what it was like to be given a little flying lesson from the rafters at GWA To The Max. Ask him what it was like to see the ring swiftly rising up to meet him from 30 feet below. Do you wanna go the same route he did?! Huh?! B*tch, I will end your f*cking career if you even attempt to get me anywhere but during the match. Think I won't? You feel lucky? Go ahead. Roll the dice. Just make sure your Last Will and Testament is up to date. You have no idea what it's like to be screwed. You wanna hear screwed? Let's go back to the days of Anton Rayge. Back to the days when the Gladiator Title had only recently been claimed by someone. Let's go back to a little four corner elimination match. Me vs. Anton Rayge vs. two other jabronies I forget. I laid Anton out with The Icon's Smackdown and went for the pin, when who should come down but Ryosuke Mitsurugi to save Anton's ass. Ryo slaps on his finisher, I pass out, Anton pins me, I'm eliminated. He went on to win the match and the Gladiator Title, when in fact he should have been eliminated and made to go home with nothing. You wanna talk about bein' screwed? That's bein' screwed, Caprice! My name should've gone down in the history books that night as the GWA Gladiator Champion, but it wasn't, and why? 'Cause Ryo decided to screw me over, that's why! You only lost the piddlin' little Valkyrie Title. I'm talkin' about the Gladiator Title, here. Like I said, you have no f*cking idea what it is to be screwed, Caprice. No idea at all.

(He switches the belt over to his other shoulder and continues.)

The Icon: Oh, don't think I've forgotten about you, Charlie my lad. You got a pinfall over the GWA Falconer Champion! Aren't you just seventeen different kinds of happy? You're probably turnin' cartwheels even as I speak. Well, Charlie...kiss my ass, ya little freak. Yeah, you're gonna get your Falconer Title shot this Wednesday. And I am gonna pay you back for that defeat you gave me at End of Innocence, not all at once, but little by little, throughout what will become a long, drawn-out match featuring me kicking the T-total shish-kabob outta you and that Australian b*tch in front of the entire world! And yes, Charlie, I am pissed off, so if you tell me I sound like an immature little kid, I swear to God I'll shoot you in the face with a f*ckin' bazooka. Think I won't? Go ahead an' spin that wheel if ya feel lucky. But when it hits bankrupt, I'll be takin' more than just your money. You two have made it obvious to me that this is about more than the Falconer Title. You wanna make it personal? Fine! Personal it is, and when the two of you are layin' side by side in the hospital for the rest of your natural lives, then you'll finally realize what I meant when I said you should've known when to leave well enough alone. I'll see your punk asses at Insurrection, b*tches, so thank you, and have a nice...FRICKIN'...day.

(With that, The Icon and Doom get in The Icon's 'Vette. The Icon starts the engine, then, with a roar and squealing tires, the two men roar off the lot and on down the road. The scene fades to black, then to an advertisement about the Falconer Title match at Insurrection.)

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