Home? Not Quite.
We open on a shot of the green and black ICWA logo banner just hanging. Then, the National Heavyweight Champion, The Rocket, enters the frame and takes a look at the banner and then back to the camera and then looks back at the banner again. He holds on the banner for a few moments before turning back to the camera and smiling.
“This banner. This logo. These initials are… NOT what it’s all about.” He says with an evil grin forming across his face. “Like always, David Van Dam has his priorities in all the very wrong places.” He holds up the National Heavyweight Championship belt. “This championship is the ONLY one in your entire tenure with the ICWA that you haven't held and you're worried about a f*cking banner with a company logo on it? For you, DVD, this Championship is what it SHOULD be about, not those stupid initials.” He says nodding and slinging the Championship over his right shoulder. “You see I don't give a damn about those initials or that ridiculous logo, the only thing that I do care about is resting over my shoulder, just like it has been for the past TWO seasons.” He shakes his head. “Let’s just take everyone back to a year ago…” He looks at his watch and acts as if he’s dialing back time. “One year ago, I begged and pleaded with anyone that would listen within this company to give me the very match that you and I are about to have.” He says with a smile on his face. “Let’s get that FACT straight right now, *I* wanted this match. Not YOU, not ICWA upper management, not your pathetic former Tag Team partner, ME! *I* wanted this match!” He says with a smile on his face. “This is about the same thing it’s always been about and that’s me getting to the very freaking tip top of this company and then guys like you and that has been, Christian Michaels, being pushed to the side.” He says as an evil smile forms across his face.
“You don't even want this!” He holds up the National Heavyweight Championship to the camera. “That promo you or whoever it was that put it up for you? Yeah, get that trash outta here right the hell now!” He says shaking his head. “You don't REALLY want this match with me, Van Dam.” He grins and shakes his head again. “And the reason I know that is simple, you didn't want anything to do with me last season either. In short, I pulled your punk card then and I’m gonna pull it again when you and I are in the ring looking each other square in the eye.” He says with all seriousness in his voice. “This isn't about the ICWA or you defending its honor… In fact, you can throw all that stupid Anti-ICWA crap right out the window because it doesn’t apply… This match between you and I is for this.” He holds HIS Championship belt out in front of him. “This is the ONLY thing that you SHOULD be focused on.” The camera pans back up to his face. “I have wanted this match for over one year now and I am now finally going to get the chance to beat your face in and make sure that every single fan in that convention center knows just who the guy was that defeated and destroyed the once great, proud and feared David Van Dam.” He slings the Championship back over his shoulder and points at himself. “And that man’s name is The Rocket. THE one and only National Heavyweight Champion.” He smiles and takes a step back.
“One year ago, this company was the pinnacle of the sports entertainment world.” He says with the same smile on his face. “Who led the ICWA last year, huh? Think about that for one second David.” He nods his head. “I want you to seriously think about that because I remember exactly who was at the forefront of literally EVERYTHING last season and it sure as hell wasn't you.” He says shaking his head. “No one was tuning into Demented each and every week to see what Van Dam and Andrews were going to do next… No, they ALL got sick and tired of that after year two of your reign as the Tag Champions.” He says with a smile. “They were tuning in to Demented to see The Dark Horses of Hollywood. They were tuning in to see David Alexander, Tamara Marie Rose and the head honcho, El Presidente, the King of ALL Sports and Entertainment!” He smiles once more and points at himself. “And you're lookin at him, jack. I was at the forefront of anything and everything in this company and while Scott Addams may be the World Champion right now… The guy that has run this show for the last two seasons is the National Heavyweight Champion. Not a former Tag Team Champion that’s being protected by his buddy or buddies but me, an outsider, a guy that goes against everything you built up here.” He says while shrugs his shoulders.
“But that’s not important right? That’s not what this is about right?” He says shrugging once more.
“That’s exactly what you're going to come back at me with and you know what? I fully expect every bit of it.” He stops and looks around him goes out and a ring is illuminated and the ICWA logo banner drops to the mat. “But this is the world David Van Dam built right?” He nods his head as we close back in. “Damn all that. You didn't build a damn thing… Okay, you may have come in here and made yourself one of the biggest names in this entire company but I'll be damned if you think you're going to roll in to North Carolina and take the one thing I have actually earned in this company away from me.” He shakes his head. “You're gonna have to kill me, Van Dam, to get my hands off of this Championship.” He says with a smile. “I’m not in your league, is that really what you said?” A confused look comes across his face as he takes a moment to think about it. “Let’s ponder this for a second… I'm not in the league of a guy that’s been a Tag Team Champion for the last four seasons and just NOW decided that he and his partner were going to vacate the Championships?” He takes a moment and stops in front of the camera. “You're right David, I’m not in your league.” He says shaking his head. “You and I aren’t even on the same planet, in the same solar system, or the same galaxy because I live in a world all of my own creation and the world I happen to be in is the world where you get your ass handed to you on the night of March the sixth.” He grins while nodding his head.
“You shot your mouth off about how you're going to twist me into a pretzel and all this other crap?” He says making an awkward looking face. “This guy really has learned nothing over the last two years, I mean, for a guy that’s supposed to be this BIG, HUGE, GINORMOUS deal and all… You're pretty dumb.” He begins laughing at the ridiculous things David said. “I mean, seriously who taught you how to cut a promo?” He says as he scratches his head. “I would seriously hope it wasn't the same guy who jacked up your hair.” He holds up his hands. “Look, Van Dam, I’m kidding around. You see in all seriousness, this is a match I have been waiting to have for the last two years.” He taps the National Heavyweight Championship over his shoulder. “And when it comes right down to it all, it’s for this belt and I get it I do. You want the one thing you’ve never had in all of the time you've been with the ICWA… In fact, I can relate.” He nods his head. “It’s like my obsession with the World Championship… See I have been chasing lucky number thirteen for the last five years now and right when it’s within my grasp we all of a sudden take a hiatus.” An angry look appears across his face. “This time, we're coming back and my Championship is on the line which was the stip we agreed to last year right?” He shrugs his shoulders. “Because you know, David Van Dam can’t in a non-title match, something has to be on the line… It’s whatever though man, I don't care because the title being on the line means I'm going to be that much more deadly.” He says with an evil smile.
“Let’s give everyone an update, there will be no David Alexander back in the ICWA.” A shocked look comes across his face, a bit mocking. “David, Tamara and myself had a discussion and we decided that he was only making Tam and I look horrible and me being a Champion for two years… I just can have that.” He grins and shrugs his shoulders. “Rest assured Van Dam, there will be no interference in this match… At least not on my part there won't be.” He points at the title over his shoulder. “This makes me target and I’m not afraid of anyone or anything so eat your Wheaties, take your vitamins, say your prayers and lace up them boots cause when we get to North Carolina?” He pauses and grins. “I’m gonna beat the hell out of YOU.” He smiles into the camera and walks out of frame.
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