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

(He did it! The son of a bitch did it! The Icon's Smackdown on Marshall off the stage and through a couple'a tables to gain the pinfall and the three-count! Avalanche is over and done with, and as the smoke clears, we see that Jim "The Icon" Daher is once again the GWA Falconer Champion. Pardon me while I commence to turning a few cartwheels.)

(The scene opens up in the locker room of Jim "The Icon" Daher shortly after Avalanche went off the air. Here we find Jim "The Icon" Daher, beaten and battered but nonetheless remarkably healthy, seated on a bench with the Falconer Title belt laying next to him on the bench. He keeps his eyes fixed on the wall as he begins to speak.)

Jim "The Icon" Daher: I did it. None of you thought I could do it, but I did it anyway. You all had me written off as being eliminated within the first minute and a half, and instead, I won the whole thing. One Icon's Smackdown on the spoiled little rich boy off the stage through a few tables for the three-count, the win, and I once again claim my GWA Falconer Championship.

(He finally looks at the camera, his trademark raised eyebrow and smirk set in place, then continues.)

The Icon: Ya know, Falconers, I gotta hand it to ya. That match was the match of my career, and one I won't forget for a long, long time to come. But before I say anything else...Kasey, I wanna say somethin' to you. Is there any question now as to who the real king of the Falconers is? You were the second man to be eliminated from the match, right after ol' Azzy. I understand you considered me to be...well, your b*tch, after your win against me last time. Well, Kasey, to you I say...if you would be so kind as to shut your pie-hole, I will gladly give you the honor of not being b*tch-smacked. Capisce? Cool. And as for all you people out there who dared doubt my skill...as the newly crowned Falconer Champion, I can now with some authority tell all you doubters out there to kiss The Icon's ass.

(He picks up the Falconer Title belt and slings it over his shoulder, then continues.)

The Icon: Now, the big question: What kind of champion am I going to be? Well, I could stay hidden in the back, only comin' out to defend this belt when I'm contractually obligated to, but ya know what? I'm not gonna do that. My fans deserve a better champion than that, so here's what I'm gonna do. Starting this Wednesday at Insurrection, I will have an open contract taped to my dressing room door. If you want a shot at my Falconer Title, then swing by my dressing room with a pen. Pick the match, sign your name, and the following Wednesday - what, you think I'm gonna risk wrestlin' twice in one night? - we'll get it on live in whatever kind of match you want with my Falconer Championship on the line! Oh, but just in case any of you get the bright idea to try and attack me before, during, or after the match, just keep in mind I have watchin' my back three of the biggest and most sadistic bastards the GWA has ever seen. I'm talkin' about Bedlam, Doom, and the head man himself, Doomsday! Bedlam and Doom are legends in hardcore wrestling, and Doomsday happens to be a legend in wrestling period. Add to them the guy who's the best Falconer on the planet with the title belt to prove it, by that I mean yours truly, and you have a group that...well, if you mess with us, then expect to be taken out of commission very soon.

(He chuckles, then continues.)

The Icon: Oh, and just in case J.J. is watching...I got a message for ya from the BoV. You say you kicked us out of JJE. Obviously, you forgot about what we did to The Brotherhood of Agony. Remember them? They were the last group to ally with us and boot us out, and we eliminated their punk asses in a Six-Man No DQ Last Team Standing Hell in a Cell Match. Where are they now? Gone, kablooey, done, no more. You wanna go the same route they did? Obviously you do. Starting right now, it is now the BoV's primary goal to beat your group's monkey asses straight into an early retirement! You wanna mess with us? Fine. You're gonna find out exactly why we're called...The Brotherhood of Vengeance.

(He thinks for a moment, then continues.)

The Icon: I hope I've made myself clear on things now. Basically, from this moment on, I am going to show each and every one of you exactly why I am the man, the myth, the legend, the only Falconer that matters, the summation of every man's aspirations, and the object of your girlfriend's masturbations! But more importantly than all that, I will be delighted to show you why I am and will always be your undisputed Falconer Champion. To all the Falconers out there, bring it on. I'll be more than happy to drop each every one of you with The Icon's Smackdown and make that pinfall for the one, the two, and the three. I'll see your asses later, so thank you, and have a nice FRICKIN' day.

(He gives the camera one last smile, then stands and exits the room, the Falconer Title belt slung over his shoulder. The scene then slowly fades to black.)

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