Post by Icon Lord Sean "Magic" Fiery on Oct 28, 2001 21:03:43 GMT -6
Magic is shown sitting outside of the GZW coliseum. The dark air and cool breezes seem to make the night perfect. Magic is sitting down on the steps to the back door, staring off into space, seeming to be in a tracne. Not a sound is heard in the silent night. Suddenly the back door swings open as Steph comes walking out. She sits down next to Magic, puts her arm around him, and pecks him on the cheek. Magic looks at her as the camera zooms onto the couple.
Magic: No!
Steph: Come on! Just a few hundred will do me fine for just a few hours.
Magic: Let me think.......... No!
Steph: UH! You know what, I am going to take Shannon's advice. I am going to stay with my mother!
Magic: Steph, you hate your mother, thats the reason you ran away and went... um...
SAteph: Physco? Is that what you were going to say? You know what, I am going to stay with Shannon and her mom then!
Magic: Ok, have fun. Tell Mrs. Stiles I said hello. Oh, and try to get some of her homemade cookies this time would ya?
Steph gives him the 'talk to the hand' symbol as she leaves his site. Magic grins, knowing he got some of that weight off his back. Magic looks to see the camera man taping the event. Magic waves, and calls him over to him.
Magic: Hey, you are at the right place, at the right time. I have to say something about Manslaughter and my second joke of a match against ZeKe.
CM: Aight. I bet you have a lot to say about your match. You can start with it now.
Magic: I am going to make this short since I have time to spend my own money for a change tonight. Ok, Monday night, one day away, 24 ours until I fight this creature who names himself ZeKe. On Manslaughter, ZeKe, you have your career match, the biggest match you have gotten here in GZW. No more Freak Mauler. Now, I could careless if you say I am puff the magic dragon, Houdinni or whatever that man's name was, or even the super dupper ex-heavyweight champion big superstar main eventer new era killing machine. ZeKe, what my name means is nothing, except what you need to beat me, magic. I had no problem with you ZeKe, but you opened your mouth, yet again. How sad is this for me? I am now the one to show all of you new era people what the big leauges are about? They might as well call me the new era killer, no mockery to Pimp of coarse. But ZeKe get your boots starped, ring attire ready, and your preperation in effect. I take nothing for granite, and right now, you are the next to fall to the storm. The storm hasn't died out yet, and you aren't going to be the one to stop it, for a fact. You have been caught in the eye of the storm now, which means you are next to take your final destination. New Era you might be, but a veteran you must take on. I wish you luck ZeKe, God knows you need it.
Magic stands up from the steps and pats the camera man on his back. He then walks into the building as the scene fades out showing a car drive by with DiamondBack stickers and paint all over it, just an hour later after their second victory over the Yankees.
Magic: No!
Steph: Come on! Just a few hundred will do me fine for just a few hours.
Magic: Let me think.......... No!
Steph: UH! You know what, I am going to take Shannon's advice. I am going to stay with my mother!
Magic: Steph, you hate your mother, thats the reason you ran away and went... um...
SAteph: Physco? Is that what you were going to say? You know what, I am going to stay with Shannon and her mom then!
Magic: Ok, have fun. Tell Mrs. Stiles I said hello. Oh, and try to get some of her homemade cookies this time would ya?
Steph gives him the 'talk to the hand' symbol as she leaves his site. Magic grins, knowing he got some of that weight off his back. Magic looks to see the camera man taping the event. Magic waves, and calls him over to him.
Magic: Hey, you are at the right place, at the right time. I have to say something about Manslaughter and my second joke of a match against ZeKe.
CM: Aight. I bet you have a lot to say about your match. You can start with it now.
Magic: I am going to make this short since I have time to spend my own money for a change tonight. Ok, Monday night, one day away, 24 ours until I fight this creature who names himself ZeKe. On Manslaughter, ZeKe, you have your career match, the biggest match you have gotten here in GZW. No more Freak Mauler. Now, I could careless if you say I am puff the magic dragon, Houdinni or whatever that man's name was, or even the super dupper ex-heavyweight champion big superstar main eventer new era killing machine. ZeKe, what my name means is nothing, except what you need to beat me, magic. I had no problem with you ZeKe, but you opened your mouth, yet again. How sad is this for me? I am now the one to show all of you new era people what the big leauges are about? They might as well call me the new era killer, no mockery to Pimp of coarse. But ZeKe get your boots starped, ring attire ready, and your preperation in effect. I take nothing for granite, and right now, you are the next to fall to the storm. The storm hasn't died out yet, and you aren't going to be the one to stop it, for a fact. You have been caught in the eye of the storm now, which means you are next to take your final destination. New Era you might be, but a veteran you must take on. I wish you luck ZeKe, God knows you need it.
Magic stands up from the steps and pats the camera man on his back. He then walks into the building as the scene fades out showing a car drive by with DiamondBack stickers and paint all over it, just an hour later after their second victory over the Yankees.
