(The scene opens up in the backstage area of a GWA arena. As our camera comes to the Gorditas' locker room, the trenchcoated figure of Jim "The Icon" Daher emerges from behind the camera, a sinister smile on his face. He glances over at the camera, then looks at the door, the smile gone. He knocks, and the door opens, revealing Los Gringo X in the doorway. X starts to speak, but The Icon cuts him off.)

Jim "The Icon" Daher: Head or gut?

Los Gringo X: Wha...?

(The Icon then punches Los Gringo X in the gut, doubling him over, then gives him a vicious uppercut to the face, knocking him backwards and into the opposite wall. Chico stands in the locker room as The Icon enters.)

Chico: What the f-?!

(The censors don't even get a chance to bleep him as The Icon connects with a monstrous roundhouse kick to Chico's jaw, spinning the man around and sending him sprawling on the floor. Los Gringo X gets back up and takes a swing at The Icon. The Icon takes the punch, his head rocking to one side. He slowly turns his head back to Los Gringo X, wags his finger in the air as if to say, "Naughty boy," then sinks his boot into the man's gut and knocks him to the floor with an axe kick to the back of his neck. Chico groggily rises to his feet and turns to face The Icon...but any attempt he might make is cut off with a huge "Tooth Breaker" superkick, the move he used to defeat Dark Tiger on Insurrection. He looks at the two men, then crosses his arms over his chest and speaks.)

The Icon: So, you two wanna make it your business to attack me after every grueling match I have? Well, I'm glad to see you've found yourselves a hobby. And what spawned all this? I neglected to acknowledge the fact that Los Gringo X eliminated me in the Colosseum Title battle royal, and that Path of Rage won that big eight-man elimination tag match. Well, right here and right now, I'm officially acknowledging both of those, but there's just one point I'd like to make. In that eight-man tag match...I pinned and eliminated both your monkey asses. Funny, I don't see you rushing to acknowledge that little detail.

(He grabs Los Gringo X by the back of his shirt and hefts the man to his feet, then slams him into the wall and holds him there.)

The Icon: This is just a warning, Gorditas. Don't f*ck with me, and you might have a fairly long career ahead of you. Continue to f*ck with me...and prepare yourselves for a lifelong stay in a local hospital's intensive care ward. When Vendetta comes around, I'm gonna be fresh and ready to kick both your asses, and all you can do...is hope I don't kill you. I'll see you in the ring, Gorditas...so start prayin'.