Post by Icon Lord Sean "Magic" Fiery on Dec 18, 2001 18:14:26 GMT -6
Fuel's "Bittersweet" opens the scene with background music. Magic walks away from a radio after starting his own theme music. He continues to walk to what seems to be the punching bag area. He is wearing an old "Forsaken" shirt, red boxing type shorts, and taping around his wrists, wrapping around his fists (Think HHH). He reaches the room with few punching bags, somewhat worn out from previous "attacks." Magic takes a few deep breaths, and then raises his fists, poised to punch. He punches with a picture perfect jab, with another one following close behind. He throws a few more, then begins to hit some uppercuts, then gut punches. Few minutes pass as some sweat starts to drip from the superstar's forehead. "Bittersweet" is suddenly cut off. Magic turns quickly to see who broke his concentration.
Magic: What do you want Weston?
The Senior Reporter walks up to Magic. The "Desert Storm" continues his punches as Weston speaks.
Weston: I must have missed you last night. I waited by the back door for you, but you seemed to sneak by. I was wondering if I could get a quick interview with you. Nothing time wasting, I promise.
Magic: *Still Punching; breathing heavily* Sure Weston. Ask away.
Weston: Might as well start with a smaller issue of... Maxx pain getting a title shot. What are your feelings on that?
Magic: *Still Punching and breathing heavily* You come to get an interview with me and you want to ask about Maxx Pain and his title shot? Come on Weston, I would have expected better from you. But, since you asked, then I will answer. Maxx Pain, he is still an idiot. Doesn't he see what position he is in? He is fighting Deacon Kane; a man who I have to admit is better than I, at cheating. Deacon is portrayed as immortal, a man who is unstoppable. He has beaten me on many occasions, but all matches have been a joke. I have been screwed over and over by that man and Profit. What makes Maxx Pain think he can win? If he can't even beat me, he for sure can't beat the "Wicked One." He still has more to learn here. And as much as I hate Maxx Pain, I hate Deacon more, twice as much to be more friendly. So, I actually wish the man the best of luck, so that way IF he wins I can easily get the title back in my grasps! But as of now, Maxx Pain is only but a mid-carder, trying to be proven as one of the big boys.
Weston: What about your save on Crystal? And what does Steph think of it, being that Crystal WAS your wife?
Magic: Steph understands completely. Crystal and I are still great friends, we won't let a divorce ruin that. And besides, Steph is proud that I saved her when she was almost viciously attacked. BUT, Profit has gone too far there. I am sick of him trying to destroy my mind by hurting those who I love. Profit might have some problems with Troubleshit, but Profit has screwed me far more than that damned Tate. And if Profit decides to make me unhappy again, he will be taken care of personally, even if it costs me my job. I will not let his actions and orders ruin all of GZW.
Weston: Now the last of all, your match on the return of Monday Night Manslaughter. You fought in the handicap match against Pimp and Deacon, the World Champion. You took a loss, what are your thoughts on that?
Magic: How do you think I feel? I lose again to Deacon Kane, but Pimp has never been so lucky against me before. But, did I fall without a fight? NO! It took three! Accounting, three men. Pimp, Deacon and Tate! Tate uses his power to distract the ref, Pimp uses his championship to take me down, and Deacon places the final touches. The refs here suck! They miss everything only two feet away from them, and you know what, I am sick of it! People left and right continually screw me. They might as well put a monkey in a stripped shirt and let them do the work! And you know, it is quite obvious I am the better man because before Deacon's boys saved him, I was giving him the storm, which lies within me. He felt it strike and he knew he was at the verge of defeat! But no, he can't accept the fact that he can lose! I proved to him what I could do and he knew he was being beaten. So his recruits came along to save him yet again. So be it I lost, but Deacon must know that this is not the end, this is only the beginning. He made my championship reign a living hell, and I shall return the favor!
Magic slams one last hard right at the punching bag, making it sway about. Magic then walks off; stammering as he does, sweat dripping down his red face. Weston looks at the punching bag with awe. He then too leaves the scene, leaving silence, scene fading as seconds pass.
Magic: What do you want Weston?
The Senior Reporter walks up to Magic. The "Desert Storm" continues his punches as Weston speaks.
Weston: I must have missed you last night. I waited by the back door for you, but you seemed to sneak by. I was wondering if I could get a quick interview with you. Nothing time wasting, I promise.
Magic: *Still Punching; breathing heavily* Sure Weston. Ask away.
Weston: Might as well start with a smaller issue of... Maxx pain getting a title shot. What are your feelings on that?
Magic: *Still Punching and breathing heavily* You come to get an interview with me and you want to ask about Maxx Pain and his title shot? Come on Weston, I would have expected better from you. But, since you asked, then I will answer. Maxx Pain, he is still an idiot. Doesn't he see what position he is in? He is fighting Deacon Kane; a man who I have to admit is better than I, at cheating. Deacon is portrayed as immortal, a man who is unstoppable. He has beaten me on many occasions, but all matches have been a joke. I have been screwed over and over by that man and Profit. What makes Maxx Pain think he can win? If he can't even beat me, he for sure can't beat the "Wicked One." He still has more to learn here. And as much as I hate Maxx Pain, I hate Deacon more, twice as much to be more friendly. So, I actually wish the man the best of luck, so that way IF he wins I can easily get the title back in my grasps! But as of now, Maxx Pain is only but a mid-carder, trying to be proven as one of the big boys.
Weston: What about your save on Crystal? And what does Steph think of it, being that Crystal WAS your wife?
Magic: Steph understands completely. Crystal and I are still great friends, we won't let a divorce ruin that. And besides, Steph is proud that I saved her when she was almost viciously attacked. BUT, Profit has gone too far there. I am sick of him trying to destroy my mind by hurting those who I love. Profit might have some problems with Troubleshit, but Profit has screwed me far more than that damned Tate. And if Profit decides to make me unhappy again, he will be taken care of personally, even if it costs me my job. I will not let his actions and orders ruin all of GZW.
Weston: Now the last of all, your match on the return of Monday Night Manslaughter. You fought in the handicap match against Pimp and Deacon, the World Champion. You took a loss, what are your thoughts on that?
Magic: How do you think I feel? I lose again to Deacon Kane, but Pimp has never been so lucky against me before. But, did I fall without a fight? NO! It took three! Accounting, three men. Pimp, Deacon and Tate! Tate uses his power to distract the ref, Pimp uses his championship to take me down, and Deacon places the final touches. The refs here suck! They miss everything only two feet away from them, and you know what, I am sick of it! People left and right continually screw me. They might as well put a monkey in a stripped shirt and let them do the work! And you know, it is quite obvious I am the better man because before Deacon's boys saved him, I was giving him the storm, which lies within me. He felt it strike and he knew he was at the verge of defeat! But no, he can't accept the fact that he can lose! I proved to him what I could do and he knew he was being beaten. So his recruits came along to save him yet again. So be it I lost, but Deacon must know that this is not the end, this is only the beginning. He made my championship reign a living hell, and I shall return the favor!
Magic slams one last hard right at the punching bag, making it sway about. Magic then walks off; stammering as he does, sweat dripping down his red face. Weston looks at the punching bag with awe. He then too leaves the scene, leaving silence, scene fading as seconds pass.
