The scene opens as Ice is seen sitting on a couch in his hotel room. He is laughing as the camera gets closer it appears that he is watching television. He raises up his arm and takes a drink of beer. He lowers his hand and places the beer on the table in front of him. He picks up a box of Chinese food that is in a white box. He grabs the chopsticks and starts to eat. He looks up with noodles coming out of his mouth.

Ice: It would be good if you guys would knock or give a guy some warning.

Ice puts the box down on the table in front of him.

Ice: Why do you guys always come at the wrong times? I am sitting here trying to relax and enjoy Chappelle's Show.

Ice gets up off of the couch and walks towards the television. He presses a button as the sound slowly fades down but isn't completely off.

Ice: Actually I am glad you guys did show up, because I have a few things I have to get off my chest. What happened on Friday Night Riot? Oh yeah, me I destroyed Johnny Jacobsen like I said I would. I warned him what I would do, but unfortunely I have to take on asshole Joe Max now. I am really really not thrilled with this bull. What the hell does Joe Max think I am a jobber like he is? He states that he is the greatest of all time. But let me ask you two questions Max, who has held the US title the longest? That's right again me at 108 days. And how many days did you hold it for in your one reign? That's right 5 days. So how can you be considered the all time best when you don't have those two qualitys? Max, while I was gone from ICW you were in every main event, everyone fans favorite, hell you even won the World title and went on to hold it for over 40 days. But look at ya now, a dried up, washed up, old man who means nothing to the fans, is only in a main event when he is facing another main event wrestler, and no one is scared of. Ever since you came back Max, you haven't been the same, you haven't even beat anyone of importance. Max, what are you scared of? Are you scared that I will get back on top? Are you scared that I will prove to everyone that I am the very best this company has to offer?

Ice sighs aloud.

Ice: Going back to Riot for a second. Rex Butler, do you think this is over between you and I? Well it's not because it's just beginning and boy oh boy do I have my mind set out on kicking your ass! Do you think that me hitting you with that chair was enough? No! Did you not learn anything from the beating you got? Butler I will never quit until you give and show me the respect I deserve. It has also been very clear to me that you think you are going to win the title at Wrestle Rage V. Am I right or not?

The phone rings as Ice looks over at the phone and gets up off of the couch. He walks towards the phone as he reaches for it and picks it up.

Ice: Hello! What the hell do you want? Don't call me ever again.

Ice slams the phone down and leans against the table.

Ice: Damn do people understand english these days? Rex Butler our time is coming when we will step into the ring against each other. But I have more important things to do and that's get my hands on that loser of a wrestler Joe Max.

Ice starts to laugh.

Ice: Max you are so pathetic!

Ice continues to laugh.

Ice: I will be going after my third win out of three matches since ICW has restarted. How many chances of winning have I had so far?

Ice holds up his hand showing two fingers.

Ice: That many and guess how many matches I have won?

Ice again holds up two of his fingers.

Ice: Max as long as you are in the ICW I will have my revenge on you. You just better hope and pray that you don't have to fight me anymore. That's if you get a chance to get anymore.

The phone rings as he turn and looks at the phone as it continues to ring. Ice sighs and picks up the phone.

Ice: Hello! Damnit didn't I tell you not to call my room. I doing my promo now, do you want to ruin everything? I said don't talk about that until later.

Ice hangs up the phone as he walks away from the phone and towards the door as it starts to ring again. Ice opens the door and walks out of it as the phone continues to ring as the scene fades to black.

Off to the arena!

The scene fades back in as Brian Wilson, an ICW Interview is seen outside of Ice's locker room. He appears to be talking to the camera man as the camera man puts the camera on his shoulder and Wilson begins to speak.

Brian Wilson: I am standing outside the Hall of Famer, Ice's locker room. I am going to try and get a few words from him on his upcoming match tonight at Riot.

Wilson knocks on the door.

Brian Wilson: Ice, it's Brian Wilson, can I have a few words with you?

Brian appears to about to knock on the door as the door slings open. Ice is seen on the other side of the door.

Brian Wilson: Tonight is the night you step into the ring with the person who you have never faced in one on one action before. Can I get your thoughts on the upcoming match? Are you worried about Joe Max?

Ice sighs.

Ice: Well....Max isn't a big issue to me. I am not worried about Joe Max. He has Rage to worry about and I have Ace and Rex Butler to worry about. This is what you would call a warm up match. It really doesn't take anything out of me to beat Joe Max. I just gotta get some momentum leading up to Wrestle Rage V.

Ice pauses.

Ice: Tonight is the night in which I will step into the ring against my buddy Joe Max. Tonight is going to be the night in which the ice man has a little problem to deal with and that's Max himself. You see Joe Max I'm pretty certain that you pretty pissed at what I did at Friday Night and you probably have plans of doing bodily harm to me, but rest asure I am prepared for whatever you have planned. You see Max I have someone watching by back. This someone has already warned you! I'm sure you have no clue as to what the hell I am talking about, but just know someone is watching my back. We have Ice in one corner and we have Joe Max in the other. What does that equal? It equals a big explosion waiting to happen. Never did I have so much anger and hate filled in my soul for another human being since you won Mr ICW and became such a big star. But Max just like that probably it was personal. This my friend has become very very very personal for me. Joe Max be prepared for the wrath, because you are going to feel what I am feeling right now.

Ice starts to lean against the doorway as he folds his arms.

Ice: Now Joe Max you know I am best damn wrestler to ever put on a pair of boots. Joe you are going to be stepping into the ring who has the ability to dish out as much pain as he can handle. You better go ask someone from the ICW that was around while you weren't here. I can take anyone in the fed now. What you have accomplished is great Max, beyond what a lot of others have done. Who cares anymore. You're so old, fans are tired of you, I'm tired of you, go get a life. You dont belong here anymore. Face it, you've done all you can here and your time is up. Its time for you to leave and introduce the new era of ICW. Your a World Champion already, what else do you need to do? You have nothing to prove anymore. You've done it all. Youve beaten the best. The best has beaten you. You've won the most pretigious gold, you've lost it. You've main evented ppv's and cards, you've sold merchandise. What are you trying to prove?! But the attitude you have, the total lack of any decency whatsoever deserves no respect. Rather, it deserves an asskicking....and so, an asskicking it will get. See, ....you would be able to save yourself some of that pain provided you had shown some respect for my career. I don't ask you to respect me, .....I don't think anyone comes into a match with much respect for their opponent. But people do have this thing called common sense, which says that if I've won titles you haven't touched, and I've beaten people who wouldn't have considered meeting you in the ring, then my career deserves respect as well. And you don't give me that respect, so I don't hold back on you. Now, before you even start, I know you're going to come back and say that you want me to not hold back, that you want me at my worst. Bullshit, Joe Max. You have no idea what you're up against, obviously. Which, as always, proves you to be a stupid moron. You think that everyone here will think your balls are bigger if you sound like a hard ass.....when nobody really cares. So why not just show some respect and save yourself the hospital bill?

Perhaps you should start from the beginning, Max. Tell me about all of your past successes. Let me know all about your most heart-wrenching failures. Continue to tell me how devastating your finisher is - how it works, and how it is going to be the one move that actually keeps me down ling enough for the referee's hand to slap the mat three times. Inform me on all of the different ways that you are going to mount an offense against a machine like myself once we are in the ring together. Go on, I beg you to say all of those things. Don't you get it? I want you to keep on being true to yourself, because all of that is just a lie. But the thing that cannot understand is that by claiming to be the guy that is going to shatter the mold and defeat me, you are merely digging the grave deeper. Mixed metaphors in a war that you cannot even begin to fully comprehend? You figure it out, Max - since you are so intelligent. Tell me that my brain is useless. Tell me that I am an idiot. Tell me that it is time for someone else to take my spot. Tell me that I am just a guy who was in the right place at the right time. Tell me that I am just an average guy with an exceptionally large ego - and that you are going to be the one man who can deflate it. Tell me that you are the standout. Tell me anything that flies into your mind - because it has already been said and the man whose lips it originated from has long since bowed down before me. By trying to break free from the shackles that bind you - Max, you are merely tightening the noose that you placed around your neck by not stepping down out of fear. I am not as intelligent as I act? When was the last time that someone out-smarted me? Never. You are somehow different? You are cookie cutter, kid - wake up. Why don't you see what is in the mirror?

The ravings of a supposed mad man can often shed light into a much deeper and darker hole that you had ever initially expected to exist. I don't expect you to understand the true meaning of such a statement - but your lack of intelligence is interpreted as an insult by yours truly, nonetheless. You see, I am not a man that should be provoked or toyed with. You don't know what kind of ticket you endorsed by signing for this match, Joe. However, soon enough I will cast away the black veil that has been cast over your eyes. I will show you the sunlight - and guide you back to the path from which you lost your way from in the first place. Afterwards, the reality of the loss probably won't set in until you see me on the next card, flashing and flaunting my.. World Championship, just like I always do after a high profile victory. History has a way of repeating itself. Everything happens in cycles - and I am not quite fully prepared to leave this cycle yet. It goes like this. A fool challenges me - and then, another, more foolish than the last, steps up and calls my name once more. You come to my doorstep and beg for me to slaughter you. If sheep had voices, they would most certainly belong to you people. Joe Max- you are merely a small piece in a puzzle that will never be completed. Johnny Jacobsen claimed that he had only made an initial move in a much greater war that was to take place. Shortly after saying that, he tasted defeat at the hands of yours truly. When will the rest of this war take place? I assume it will as soon as he can actually start winning matches. The point? Jacobsen is looked upon as one of the most credible wrestlers that this industry has ever seen. I took his promised and shattered them. I took his hopes, aspirations, and dreams of opening success and threw them aside on my way to the top. You are a lesser man than Johnny- what becomes of Joe Max when the remnants of what used to be his hopes run through the palms of my hand like grains of sand?

I am this. I am that. I am any obnoxious remark that you can think of the throw out and aim at the camera. I am useless. I am worthless, and yet, you are trying to get where I am. You claim that I am at the bottom of the barrel - but why am I looking down on you? You are the one who is desperately attempting to claw your way up the side of this mountain. I am the man who is sitting on his thrown - the pedestal that your people placed me on - anxiously awaiting for just the right moment to swoop down and fling your back to the bottom once again; thus, washing my hands clean of any ties with you from this point on. Take a look at Sub Zero Blade for a perfect example. What has the ICW heard from him since he was made to endure a grueling match with yours truely? What will the ICW hear from Joe Max after he is dealt a defeat at the hands of a man that he underestimated? Yes, you heard me correctly. No matter how hard you try to convince yourself and others otherwise, you are the person who is underestimating the competition. I am being served up to you on a silver platter? Who do you think that you are kidding with outlandish claims like that? Because your lazy ass had to rest after all the punishment you were taking night in and night out. But what will you do in the next year for the ICW? Merely more of the same from you and your kind, I would suspect - with good reason, might add. I am not looking past you. I am not underestimating you. Johnny claimed that I was underestimating him. Johnny claimed that I was looking past him. What happened? I burned him at least weeks Riot. I am not discrediting your talent - you are doing a great job yourself. You are trying to spin this around on me, and I am here to tell you - Ice doesn't settle for anything less than the best.

Is it going to be enough? I know that you are asking yourself the question - you sometimes have a habit of wondering aloud. Are the words that you are saying to me going to be enough to put a crack in the armor that has deflected some of the most devastating blows in recent history? Can you gain some type of a mental edge of me so that when the time is right, you can play your trump card and reign victorious over me? I hear the questions being asked... I see that your each and every insecurity it beginning to show through and that you have caked on to cover them up. I have said it from the very beginning, my words are acidic in nature. Anything and everything that you have lied, cheated, or secretly doubted about - everything that you have tried so hard to cover up with makeup and masks - it will shine through by way of my words. From the first, until the very last - I am going to keep chopping down would-be trees in this forest until only one stands tall and that I'm not going to stop anytime soon. I am merely doing what needs to be done in order for my goal to be reached. Other wrestlers have made it their business to stand in my way - the same can be said for you, Max. Now, what happens to you as a result of stepping on the tracks of a speeding freight train is your business, not mine. That is why I won't bother to cast a second glance after I run you over this Friday night at Riot. You will receive a number, rather than a name - and will be cataloged just like the rest. You see, Max - no matter how hard you may try to run and conceal what should rightfully be on the surface - you cannot hide from yourself. That is why your time is almost up - and when the clock reads zero, you will be forced to recognize this man as a better man to you.

Sit down and shut your mouth. You don't know me. You don't understand me. You couldn't possibly know how to go about getting under my skin and playing the games that I have recently made famous. I perfected the art long ago - and look where I am at today. Joe Max is a fool if he thinks that he is going to be the one man to step into the ring with me and walk out the victor. No one has been able to do that with ease in a long time so why would I start dropping matches now? No. Do I intend to? No - so should just pack up all of your bags and make your way back to where your services are actually appreciated. You know, where you can actually get your name in the lights every now and then. Surely you have not forgotten about your rich heritage with in the midcard - have you? Jockeying for position under the likes of such high caliber athletes - Savage, Ace, Max Powers, Big Al Stud, hell even Ice at times. Give me a break kid. I suggest that you stop placing yourself on a pedestal before the I come along and shatter it, along with your hopes of ever showing your face in the ICW again, into thousands of pieces. You can get a DQ in our match if you want. Does that make you feel like you have truly accomplished something in your life? After the bell was rung ending the match, I'd still continue to end your life. You need to start thinking about the ramifications that your choices may have - because you certainly made a grave mistake by stepping into the realm of Ice. Perhaps you didn't get to catch my exhibition on how to dismantle someone - maybe you should go watch every match that I have fought in for the last 4 years. What do you say? Are you still as confident as ever, knowing that Ice is not the same kid who you saw in your first streak here? Are you still so quick to resort to the stereotypical smack talk? How about the whole US reign? Are you going to try to hold that against me? Especially since you could never reach the status that mine did? You can't hang with me, punk - not now, or ever!

Ice turns around and goes back into his lockerroom as Brian Wilson turns towards the camera.

Brian Wilson: Well there you have it folks. It is clear that Ice is prepared.

The scene fades out as Brian Wilson looks into the camera.

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**This rp was completely in character, don't take anything I said in here seriously or take any offesne to it**