The Man
The Myth
The Legend
The Only Falconer That Matters
Jim "The Icon" Daher

(Okay, now everyone has spoken about the three-way dance on Wednesday. Did you folks notice how much Rayne was underestimating the one and only Icon? They never learn...)

(The scene begins in the arena that will house GWA Wednesday Insurrection. Everything is currently in the process of being set up. Technicians are everywhere. In the ring stands Jim "The Icon" Daher, wearing black pants, Reebok basketball shoes, silver-framed Oakley sunglasses and a black "ICON=GOD" t-shirt. He seems to be checking it out. One of the technicians calls The Icon's attention.)

Technician: Hey! We need to give the sound system here an extended test. Ya know, about the length of one of those interviews. Think you could give us a hand?

(He holds out a mic. The Icon smiles and grasps the mic.)

Jim "The Icon" Daher: Be glad to help, good citizen. Now, stand back and watch in wide-eyed awe at the wonderment that is a Jim "The Icon" Daher promo! Uhh...those cameras on?

Technician: Sure are.

The Icon: Good! Make sure that every second of this is recorded, and I want the tape sent directly to Rayne.

Technician: We can do that. You heard the man, Bill! Roll 'em!

(The technician hops down to the floor as The Icon moves to the center of the ring. He raises the mic to his face and begins to speak.)

The Icon: Greetings and salutations to all the 6.2 billion Jim-ciples around the globe!

(He jerks the mic away from his face and looks around. He raises an eyebrow and smiles, then continues.)

The Icon: This goes out to none other than Rayne himself! Hey, Rayne! I couldn't help but notice now severely you were underestimatin' me. Lemme give you a tip: Pull yer head outta Hayle's ass for two seconds and take a better look around! You think I'm nothin'? Do you??? I'm here to tell ya that a lotta people have made that mistake...an' every last one of 'em ended up on the business end of The Icon's Smackdown! You may be 300 pounds, but don't think for one millisecond that you intimidate me. So far, all you've done is prove to me that, with very few exceptions, big translates into stupid. You gotta learn to take us little guys a bit more seriously, otherwise, yer gonna constantly be jackassenized by the pinnacle of athleticism, the paragon of charisma, the summit of intelligence, and the epitome of greatness! You were right about one thing, though. Anything goes in a three-way dance. Anton and I might beat you down and fight each other. You and Anton might beat me down and fight each other. Hell, we might just go at it in free-for-all style, hittin' whoever we can whenever we can! Only two things are for sure: (1) You can forget about me teamin' up with your stupid ass, and (2) no matter how ya look at it, all hell is gonna break loose! You'd better keep yer eyes peeled at all times, 'cause yer never gonna know what direction I'll come flyin' from next! However it goes, I can promise you this: At the end of the night, you will come to have the utmost respect for the man, the myth, the legend, your personal god, and the planetary MESSIAH, none other than yours truly, the only Falconer that matters, Jim "The Icon" Daher. I'll be seein' your retarded ass in the ring, so thank you, and have a nice FRICKIN' day!