Post by Icon Lord Sean "Magic" Fiery on Jan 1, 2002 21:43:40 GMT -6
A tattered and torn Magic is sitting in a big chair, lounging out. He has a pair of red sweat pants, no shirt that is replaced with taping. Magic is flipping through the channels lazily. His cut up and bruised face begins to fade as he is at the verge of sleeping.
Steph: No No No! You can't go to sleep right now! You have to eat and take an aspirin!
Magic: Steph, all I want to do is sleep. I want to dream my happy dreams. Besides, I am not hungry.
Steph: I see. So the next time you get in that ring you are going to be in the worst of shape?
Magic: Steph. The next time I step into the ring I am going to be in the same shape I always am. There is never a day I am out of shape, and when that day comes I will be old, sitting on the porch with you while watching our grandchildren play hide and go seek in the street.
Steph: Huh? OK, I guess you do need that sleep. But here, eat this apple and take the aspirin! We have a wedding coming up soon and I don't want to be kissing a bloodied and bruised face all night long.
Magic: As long as I don't have another last man standing match then I will be fine. But I have to give it to Monarch, he put up one fight, even though I still hate him.
Steph: Well, don't expect him to say that same, being that he isn't a true man to say that. But you are the real man honey, my knight in shinning armor, saving me from Monarch.
Magic: Babe, you are everything to me. Before you came into my life again, wrestling was number one in my book. But now that I look at life, you are my main priority, wrestling comes second.
Steph: But don't let me get in the way of your great career. Now eat and take the aspirin! I don't want you to get a major headache because I will have to be the one to deal with it!
Magic takes the apple and Advil bottle from Steph's hand and gives her a peck on the cheek. She smiles as she watches her soon to be husband walk up the stairs and out of view. She turns to the camera and sighs with love as the scene fades.
Steph: No No No! You can't go to sleep right now! You have to eat and take an aspirin!
Magic: Steph, all I want to do is sleep. I want to dream my happy dreams. Besides, I am not hungry.
Steph: I see. So the next time you get in that ring you are going to be in the worst of shape?
Magic: Steph. The next time I step into the ring I am going to be in the same shape I always am. There is never a day I am out of shape, and when that day comes I will be old, sitting on the porch with you while watching our grandchildren play hide and go seek in the street.
Steph: Huh? OK, I guess you do need that sleep. But here, eat this apple and take the aspirin! We have a wedding coming up soon and I don't want to be kissing a bloodied and bruised face all night long.
Magic: As long as I don't have another last man standing match then I will be fine. But I have to give it to Monarch, he put up one fight, even though I still hate him.
Steph: Well, don't expect him to say that same, being that he isn't a true man to say that. But you are the real man honey, my knight in shinning armor, saving me from Monarch.
Magic: Babe, you are everything to me. Before you came into my life again, wrestling was number one in my book. But now that I look at life, you are my main priority, wrestling comes second.
Steph: But don't let me get in the way of your great career. Now eat and take the aspirin! I don't want you to get a major headache because I will have to be the one to deal with it!
Magic takes the apple and Advil bottle from Steph's hand and gives her a peck on the cheek. She smiles as she watches her soon to be husband walk up the stairs and out of view. She turns to the camera and sighs with love as the scene fades.
