Killing 2 Birds With One Storm

[Icon Lord Sean "Magic" Fiery]

"Magic" are the letters that appear at the open of the scene.  The camera zooms out, revealing the door that holds the nametag "Magic" in the middle.  Weston Bentley is standing beside the door, ready to knock.  He taps his fist on the door three times, the door opens within seconds.

Steph:  Oh Hi Weston!

Weston:  Afternoon Steph.  How are you?  I saw what Pimp did to you.

Steph:  I'm still sore, but all will be fine when Magic kicks his ass.

Weston:  Thats nice to hear.  Oh, speaking of Magic, is he here at the moment?  I would like to have a few words with him about his upcoming match.

Steph:  Yes, let me go ask for you.  Hold on for a few seconds.

Weston:  Thank you ma'am.

Steph closes the door, leaving Weston by himself.

[Icon Lord Sean "Magic" Fiery]

After a few minutes of waiting the door finally opens.  Weston looks up to see who it is.

Weston:  Magic, do you mind me taking a few minutes of your time?

Magic:  Weston, you know I am always ready for an interview.  So, what do you wish to ask me?

Weston:  First things first, sorry about your loss on Travesty.  Any words on the match?

Magic:  All I can say is I tried my best and I failed.  Don't worry about that loss, I still have many more wins to come my way.

Weston:  I like that positive attitude.  Now, what are your thoughts on your next match, taking place on Manslaughter?  You fight the likes of Pimp Bizkit, the man who attacked Steph, and Deacon, who still seems to hold a grudge against you.  And it's not like you have anyone to back you up either because you are fighting both men alone.

Magic:  Yes, I know of my match and I am quite disappointed in Tate's decision to make it, but it is my job, and I will de what I must.  The two decided to mess with me, and my love, so it is only right that I face them by myself, to show that I am not only loyal to Steph, but to myself.  And do you really think I am going to let those two ingrates get away with what they did?  I don't mind the fact that they hate my guts, but to attack someone while enjoying a romantic picnic with the one they love shows they have no compassion, no care in the world for others.  All fine and dandy to me, because when Manslaughter rolls around, I shall show neither compassion nor mercy to the likes of Pimp and Deacon.  The two have made the choice to anger me, and now it all must come down to this.  What I am going to do on Manslaughter is walk down to the ring, raise hell on those two and walk out.  I am sick of bowing down to those who are possible higher up the ladder than I.  It is not time for me to do what I have to do, and that is to stand up to Deacon and Pimp, and show them how I kill two birds with one storm.

Weston:  What about Tate, the man who made your match possible?

Magic:  Oh yes, lets not forget about the director of wrestling affairs.  Now, Tate, he thinks his boys will do the work right, and that they will take care of the one man who can make his champion, Deacon Kane, look like a fool.  It will take more than two men to take me down, far more than Troublesome thinks.  I have been here way to long to let my career fall to Deacon and Pimp.  The two might be champions, but they hold the gold with greed and disrespect.  They give champions a bad reputation.  They are not true to the gold; they don't show proof of defending it.  No, they hide behind Tate and Profit, the two men who have all the power.  When I was working my ass off day by day, Deacon was at Winter War, making his massiveness get the best of him.  When I was doing all I could to keep the GZW Empire from falling to it's knees, Pimp was battling Maxx Pain for nothing more than to see whom the better man was.  I owe GZW nothing!  I have carried this place on my shoulders for as long as I can remember.  No, it isn't I to owe GZW; it is GZW who owes me.  Through injury and suffering, I still stand tall.  I live, breath, sweat, cry, eat, and sleep GZW.  For if it wasn't for me this place could have been made into another rate dropping HKWF.  It is the men who make GZW that keep it standing.  Tate, he claims to be a founding father, but he hasn't made all the commitments and sacrifices as I have.  When he was lying around in his luxury suit in Hong Kong, I was fighting to entertain the people who keep the money coming in to pay for all GZW has to offer.  Tate only speaks as a forefather, but I am THE ONE AND ONLY man who continues to fight night after night to make GZW something.  There have been very few shows that I miss, and everyone I miss I dread.  I am here for a reason and I stay for a reason, and that is to keep the GZW enterprise continuing its run of stardom.  So it is not worth thanking Tate for GZW, it should be Tate thanking US, the wrestlers.  But no, he couldn't stoop so low to thank his employees.  But, he treats his puppets of Deacon, Pimp, Sincere and Monarch like they were his own.  Well, that’s fine for me because there is no way I will ever become one of Tate puppets.  And if that day happens to come I shall hire someone to kill me and let my body rot in a sewer!

Weston:  Well, sorry to cut anything short, but I have to run.  The Puppet Master just beeped me.

Without waiting for Magic to say his goodbye's Weston runs off down the hall.  Magic watches the man leave, then rolls his eyes.  Magic then steps back into his locker room, letting the door shut behind him, leaving the scene to a close.