And as our Taco Bell geekazoids are on their way down the street... -- GWA Vendetta

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Date Posted: 18:16:37 03/30/02 Sat
Author: Jim "The Icon" Daher (w/guest appearance by Drakestone)
Subject: And as our Taco Bell geekazoids are on their way down the street...

(The scene opens up on an unnamed city street. The same limo The Gorditas piled into along with Jimmy Jackson - yes, the SAME limo, not some goddamn lookalike limo - eventually comes into view. The limo comes to an intersection and slows, then starts to pass through...only to get blasted alongside the hood by a huge white Humvee, license plate "DDAY". The limo's front end buckles and twists, rendering it unusable. The front doors of the Humvee open, and out step Jim "The Icon" Daher and Drakestone. The Icon heads to the back door of the limo and opens it, looking in at the dazed forms of Jimmy Jackson, Los Gringo X, and Chico Loco. (The real Jackson, Gringo, and Chico this time.) Los Gringo X looks up at him.)

Los Gringo X: How...?

Jim "The Icon" Daher: I left a small microphone and transmitter on one of your cute little lookalikes. Drakestone and I have been following you since you left the arena. When you took that last turn, we cut through the parking lot of that gas station you passed, coming to this side road...so we could broadside the hood of your limo and let the real "you" know what The Icon is all about.

(The Icon reaches in and pulls out Los Gringo X, then bangs the man's head against the roof of the car. At the same time, Drakestone reaches in and pulls out Chico Loco, leaving the Jimmy Jackson in the limo, since he was knocked out cold at impact. Drakestone holds Chico Loco by the front of his shirt, keeping the man on his feet. A sinister smile comes to the big man's face as one hand leaves the man's shirt, balls into a fist...and obliterates Chico Loco's face! Chico goes limp in Drakestone's hands. Meanwhile, The Icon continues to slam Los Gringo X's head into the roof of the limo, saying one word with every slam.)

The Icon: Don't!

(Slam!)

The Icon: You!

(Wham!)

The Icon: Ever!

(Crack!)

The Icon: Fucking!

(Bam!)

The Icon: Play!

(Boom!)

The Icon: Games!

(Wham!)

The Icon: With!

(Pow!)

The Icon: ME!!

(A final slam, and Los Gringo X falls limply onto the concrete, his face a bloody ruin of what it once was. He then turns his attention to Chico Loco, who is currently down on the ground from that Drakestone punch. The Icon drops down to the ground and grabs hold of Chico's jaw, getting in the man's face as he speaks softly and coldly.)

The Icon: I'll bet you think that bit with the lookalikes back at the arena was funny, don't you? I'll bet you think you got the best of me back there, don't you? Wrong. I wanted you to think you got the best of me. I knew they weren't you and Gringo - hell, they looked nothing like you - but I figured you were somewhere nearby, so you must have heard the words I said to them. Well, it all still applies. I acknowledge Gringo's elimination of me in the Colosseum Title battle royal, and I acknowledge the Path of Rage's victory in that eight man elimination tag match. But like I said at the arena, the one detail that neither one of you want to acknowledge is that during that eight man tag match...you were both pinned and eliminated by - guess who? - me. In other words, we're just about even. This here will put us close to even, and when - not if, when - I beat you two in the handicap match at Vendetta, that'll make us COMPLETELY even. I'm gonna leave you two here, so maybe you can catch a cab home. The limo's out of the question; Drakestone reduced the engine to a smoking ruin with that smack. Drakestone and I are going to get in his old Humvee, and we're going to go home, and I'm going to get ready for our match at Vendetta. If I see even one of you come near me before time for our match, then this will be like a happy "Partridge Family" memory compared to the altercation we'll have at that time. If you think I'm bullshitting, then go ahead and try me. I guarantee...you will not like the consequences. Now, if you'll excuse me, I must get going. I'll see you in the ring, Gorditas...so start prayin'.

(With a last shove to Chico's face, The Icon stands and gets back in Drakestone's Humvee. Drakestone climbs into the passenger seat. The two men then make it home...without incident. Fade out.)

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