Good Bye Smooth And The Butterfly Strikes pt. 1

[Icon Lord Sean "Magic" Fiery]

The scene opens up backstage of the GZW coliseum just moments after the last match.  Magic has a depressing look on his face as Steph follows, eyes tearing up.  The two walk silently down the hall, which is very silent after Smooth's loss of a match and a career.  Many of the GZW superstars walk around depressed, most of them walking straight out of the door.  All of the TV monitars are playing past matches and promos with Billy Bond and his two companions Crystal and Baz.  Magic opens his locker room door and lets Steph go in first.  Magic is about to take a step into his room, but is stopped by Crystal (OOC:  This is before the hospital scene).  She has tears streaming down her face.  She looks up at her ex-husband.

Crystal:  Sean, umm...   as you well know Billy Bond is not with GZW anymore.  Just letting you know I won't be around as much.  I will be with Billy, making sure he gets through ok.  But, I want you to continue with what Billy left off with.

Magic:  What?  I can't take what Billy left.  He has had one of the best careers here in GZW.  I can not take that away from him.  Crystal, I can't except that offer, even though it would be an honor.  Just like every man here, I will earn my stripes, just like Billy did.

Crystal:  That makes sence.  Promise me this though, next time you see that overgrown doofus Deacon Kane, make sure you give him one for Billy.

Magic:  I would take great pleasure into that.  It seems like I have other things to worry about right now though.  But, I will meet Deacon once again, in the future.

Crystal:  Thank you, I will enjoy watching that.  Anyways, I am going to ride with Baz to the hospital.  Make sure you visit with us ok?

Magic:  I sure will.  I have to talk to Albert Wuchie and get SOME of my anger out.  I will speak to you later.

The two give a friendly hug as some of Crystal's tears seep into Magic's GZW promotional shirt.  Baz walks by with a look of sadness also as he takes Crsytal down the hall and out of view.  Magic looks inside to see Steph closing the bathroom door.  He shuts the locker room door and walks down the hall.  He aks many people where Albert Wuchie is, but they haven't seen him during the event.  Magic makes an odd look and keeps on walking.  He then sees a lady just getting an interview done with Roach Rieker, he runs up to the lady and taps on her shoulder.  She turns around and looks up at Magic.  He looks down at her name tag as it reads "Jessica Wuchie".  He looks into her eyes and sees that same look that Albert does.

Magic:  You are related to Albert Wuchie?!

Jessica:  Unfortunatly yes.  I am his American sister.  Hey, you are Magic!  He talks about you non-stop!  You are his hero.

Magic:  I know, I wish I wasn't!  But anyways, I can't find your Chimp (Chinese Pimp mixed) brother anywhere.  The only time I need him and he isn't around.  So, do you think you can get an interview for me?

Jessica:  I would be happy too!  Just let me get my face powdered and spray on some purfume.

The scene stays on Jessica as she powders he nose heavyily, then starts to spray her purfume everywhere.  The scene goes cloudy due to too much powder and purfume.

[Icon Lord Sean "Magic" Fiery]

The scene fades back in as a fan blows away all of the smoke and the camera man whipes off the lense to the camera.  Jessica is shown with a mic in hand and Magic stand beside her, trying to hold back his coughs from the stronger purfume.  Jessica looks into the camera and gives the same annoying smiles that Albert usually gives.

Jessica:  Hi, I am Jessica Wuchie.  I am here with "The Desert Storm", Magic.  Just moments after the depressing end of one of GZW's best, Smooth, Magic is here to speak his mind about the late Billy Bond and his dissapointment of a match tonight here on Manslaughter.

Magic:  Yes, it is a very depressing night as Jess just stated.  We have lost a legend, a superstar, a friend in all of us GZW superstars eyes.  Deacon Kane proved once and for all he can win a match on his own, and I have to admit he did earn repect from some.  Deacon, you still haven't earned my respect.  One match doesn't and will not change the fact that you are still the big douch you always have been.  I do not care for you, and I would have enjoyed seeing your arse leave.  But, my wish didn't come true.  Deacon, your title still remains undefeted around your waiste, and you deserve something.  I haven't seen your true talent except for the fact of having John Profit on your side, or should I say J.P.'s ass on your lips.  Thats right, you are a kiss ass.  That's the only reason that you defeted me at Dark Horizon.  Did you ever know that at Dark Horizon, I got the three count BEFORE the match was changed?  Damn right I did, and thats one thing you fear.  You know you can't score a match out of a pinfall or submission.  You have to do the last man standing matches because you are like a brik wall, you never budge.  At Dark Horizon I pinned you one two three, but yet you still go by with a victory.  You might not see it as a screw job, but what do you know?  Deacon, this isn't about you though, this is about Billy.  I bet you are proud of yourself, just so proud.  What is to be proud of?  That you ended one of the best careers here in GZW?  I think not.  Billy Bond, if you happen to catch this, I want to thank you.  Thanks for all of the good times, and even the bad.  From our fued in EWO to our friendship in GZW.  I want you to take good care of that little lady ok?  She might not be my wife anymore, but we are still good friends and we go back.  I hoep to talk to you soon, and that way we can have more time to talk about the old days.  <br>
Anyways, onto tonight.  It was a night that was completely a load of bull.  Monarch, what the hell do you think you are doing?  This match was none of your business, but again you somehow seem to always be up to something.  You passed the line tonight Monarch.  You cost me my match against the New Era man ZeKe.  I had him beat so bad, but then here you come sticking your nose into my business.  You know what Mr. HKWF World Champion, if you want me so bad, I am ready and waiting.  And to earn your so called title, why don't you just prove why you have that title.  I haven't seen any of those HKWF peeps defend their perspective Championships, but yet the GZW superstars have to defend their titles.  If Profit really wants to show off his wrestlers he can have them defend the gold they 'earned'.  And why should they have the right to hold it over their shoulders if they don't defend them?  It makes alot of sense to me, and if it doesn't to you HKWF rejects then go back to highschool and get past 9th grade.  Monarch, you wished to interfere in my match, so you have made the choice of being the main target of the storm.  ZeKe, you might have won tonight, but you are still nothing.  A win over me should be fair, but your was a complete screw job just like half of my matches have been.  You should be praising the butterfly for what he did.  Without him you would have fallen in the storm and be left behind like always.  So butterfly boy, payback is a bitch, and it won't be much of an excitement on your behalf.  Be ready Monarch, you are about to go on a bumpy ride, and soon you will be on your final destination.  As for the New Era kids, one night won't change a thing about your young little athletic abilities.  You did nothing to win, and yet again the veterans were put back on the screwed list.  One veteran might be down, but there are still more that won't take a fall without a fight.

Jessica:  That was straight from Magic's mouth.  What a speach in this disapointing time.  I am Jessica Wuchie for GZW and IGW, signing off.

Jessica and Magic start to talk about something as the scene mutes it out and slowly fades to black.

[James "Monarch" Corbin]

A bulky figure is seen crashing through a full window of what seems to be a local bar downtown Atlanta.A crowd of people push their way out the door to get a better view as Monarch steps through the broken window outside.

Monarch,dressed in faded blue jeans and a white t-shirt,picks up the bloodied man by the hair.He flicks the cigarette hanging from his mouth to the ground as he looks around,seemingly searching for something.

The HKWF World Heavyweight seems to spot something not so far away.He drags the man by his hair until they reach a sports car parked along the curb.Monarch slams him onto the hood of the car.Monarch turns to the crowd and swipes an older man's walking cane.Jumping up on the hood of the car,Monarch stands above the man and commences to beat away at him.

"C'mon,Mick McNasty!!You want to talk all the shit about how great Magic is.Well let's hear it now,you fucking bitch!!!I AM REAL FUCKING WRESTLING!!!Remember that wasteless jobber!!!"

Monarch jumps down off the hood,leaving an unconscious and bloodied McNasty.He throws the equally blood cane to the ground as he walks back into the bar.