"Below average talently..."

"Sean Fiery, do you even stop for half a second before allowing these words of yours be spoken?  Talently isn't a word, Magic, but what you were trying to say was equally as idiotic.  You think a brash, unfounded, close-minded and generalised statement such as that is going to affect my confidence level in the slightest?  Of course not, you're too much of a free-thinker to do something like that, right?  Wrong.  Magic, whether you wanted it or not and whether you want to believe it or not, you are the poster boy for the marketing advisors of whom you warned Kid Kaos not three hours ago.  Magic, you are the robot.  Your faux-anti-establishment-be-yourself bit is exactly the kind of generalised bullshit that'll be eaten up by them.  Idiots love their free thinkers - as long as they think what they themselves want to hear.  The marketing division love their idiots as it's they that plough through shelf after shelf of low quality, mass produced merchandise.  And of course, irony loves Sean Fiery for his presence on all the T-Shirts and Pay-Per-View posters, whose creators he apparently despises.  Sean, you're not yourself, none of us are.  The difference maker, however, is our own reactions to it.  Nathan Williams tries as best he can to separate his watered down Deacon Kane persona with his watered down sitcom dad persona, that's as clear as day from the promos and segments manufactured in the Williams household...  Evidence from his heart-warming, latest offering would suggest he's erring towards his mushy, affectionate, worthless real self."

"...In turn, that would suggest he has his eye more on Angel's wholesome cooking than on the precision of the crosshair affixed firmly to his head."  

"Sean, months ago, post-Return To Glory, you and I were aligned for a short time, pretty much by default.  We shared a common adversary in Nathan Williams.  As a team, we were wholly ineffective.  This was down to stubbornness and selfishness.  You, in a desperate ploy to revive your then-flailing career, after the failure of your ego-trip Desert Storm Industries and a quiet run in the Netlink Wrestling Organisation, were looking to latch onto anything.  When you saw that Nathan Williams had been in a similar situation until winning HKWF's top strap, you just had to get another chunk of dinosaur meat, and so the Final Encounter was booked..."

"...Two months in advance.  Fiery, you were an active wrestler for those two months, yet in reality, you achieved nothing.  The build-up towards you and Williams' matches at Fallout: Collision Course was practically non-existent.  What you did manage to do, Sean, was rub me the wrong way.  Of course, we went through the motions of mutual respect, but behind all of that lurked a green eyed monster.  It lurked within you, Sean.  You couldn't bare to see John Taylor steal  the glory of you and Nathan's gross self indulgence.  It was your time to shine...  Again.  Even when you and I were set to team up and face Nathan and his Heretics in tag team action, you made it abundantly clear that I was to steer clear of T-Rex.  It was your party and you were most definitely going to cry if you wanted to.  But that's not the way things looked on camera.  Prior to the match, I was taken out by James "Monarch" Corbin.  That's a different story altogether, but it was your reaction to the whole situation that really took the cake."

"Instead of checking on your partner or even, more practically, looking for a new one, you marched right out to the snake pit and allowed yourself to be eaten alive.  But why?  It all comes back to personas, the false masks behind which every single wrestler on this roster hides.  T-Rex's was simple to explain.  Sean, yours isn't as much.  Whilst on TV you come across as the comical, sometimes conveniently maniacal, man destined for greatness or, as you so childishly put it, everything rolled into one  ball to make a massive explosion greatness, the reality of it is different.  Behind the Magic persona lies perhaps the most selfish competitor in professional wrestling today.  More so than James Corbin.  More so than Pimp Bizkit.  More so than me.  Sean Fiery, you are the equivalent of the ugly fat girl being voted prom queen simply because she would've used her mass to wipe out any potential challengers.  It wouldn't be fate or destiny, it would simply be stubbornness and selfishness. Of course she wouldn't have deserved the title of Queen and her fellow students certainly wouldn't have voted for her.  Having intimidated everyone else who might have wanted to go for it, she'd win literally because it was a one horse race."

"Now apply that to yourself.  No, you're not fat.  You certainly don't possess the power to wipe out all challengers, but the basic premise is the same.  Like the girl, Sean, you're selfish.  Like her, you want attention.  You want the spotlight.  Even when your time there, whether deserved or not, has elapsed.  What do you do about it?  Work your way back up?  No.  You use the unfair advantage to your advantage.  In her case, she was fat.  She could've beaten the snot out of anyone at the whole prom.  In yours, you have a name for yourself.  Diminished as it may be, you also have a major fan base.  Despite the fact that ninety per cent of it is made up of teenage girls who probably don't even know you're a wrestler, you have got a fan base.  So in order to elevate yourself back up to the level you were once at, you use your name as opposed to your in-ring ability to put down anyone in your way.  If Magic dresses up as somebody, there's no way they're going to win the Lord of the Coliseum, right?"

"But of course, who is the Lone Gunman to talk about using unfair advantages?  I've utilised my fair share of them in the past and, should one come up during At Our Best, I just might seize the opportunity...  Again, though, I ask the question: Who is the Lone Gunman to judge someone for doing something he's done himself in the past?  The answer is unclear.  Is the Lone Gunman John Taylor or is John Taylor the Lone Gunman?  Are they one in the same?  Perhaps I'm neither.  Perhaps nothing I've ever said in conjunction with my life is true.  But that's irrelevant.  I'm merely using my own case as a comparison to Magic's."

"Fiery, your case is special.  To most, the lines in your case between Sean Fiery and Magic are a blur, but to the wise, they're crystal clear.  Magic is an enigma.  Border lining both schizophrenia and comic genius.  A former World Heavyweight Champion and arguably the biggest name on the GZW roster today."

"Sean Fiery is none of the above..."

"Sean Fiery is a selfish man, a smart man and, more to the point, a normal man.  Sean Fiery, for all his alter ego's trials and tribulations, is quite dull.  Sean, it is quite obvious that you are trying to rebuild the Magic persona to what it was in the pre-Deacon Kane era - a fan favourite...  A genuine champion of the people...  An underdog...  Magic.  Within six months of your debut, you had broke out of the Light Heavyweight division and had beaten Sincere for the Heavyweight Champion.  A fantastic accomplishment and the one that really turned Magic into a star.  Not too long thereafter, however, you were dethroned by Deacon Kane and were sent plummeting back to reality.  Destination?  Unknown.  From there, you lingered around the main event until William Bond broke out.  Pretty soon, you were demoted to Intercontinental Title status and never really managed to build yourself back up to where you were.  Don't get me wrong, you were still one of the biggest stars, but there were always that elite few just out of your reach.  A shame, really.  By the time Lord of the Coliseum 2002 rolled around, you had your chance to kick-start that stagnant career once again.  A bad career choice in siding with the Chaos Theory cost you that dream and from there you practically remained in purgatory, give or take a throwaway title shot or a Nathan Williams slugfest."

"When GZW eventually dropped off the radar completely, Magic effectively did to.  Things came and went, but nothing stuck.  Finally, at Return To Glory, playing the part of referee, you felt that rush not felt since your days at the top.  You've told us that.  In fairness, it's understandable.  However, you couldn't stand seeing those who were then in the spotlight - myself and Pimp Bizkit.  Sean Fiery felt it, and soon enough the Magic rock was rolling again."

"...Which brings me back to your determinedness to deal with Nathan Williams yourself.  Back around the time of the tag match, you were absolutely vehement in telling me to leave it to you.  Albeit not in the way I would've wanted, I did.  It was left to you for weeks and weeks until the Final Encounter was upon us.  Your chance to put Williams away for good, supposedly the main reason for your return in the first place, stared you right in the face.  And you couldn't do it.  Of course, you put on another great match, but really, was that why you came back?  You could've had a great match with anyone.  You've had hundreds.  The same could be said for Nathan.  Why have another match?  In the end, did you achieve what you set out to achieve?"

"The answer, I assume, is an I couldn't tell you.  Not until the FINAL 'Final Encounter', at least.  Fiery, you're milking this cow for all its worth, and to be frank, it ran dry just after Collision Course.  To save even a shred of the pride you speak of, you would have shaken hands with T-Rex when you'd both recuperated and called it a day, with said pride intact.  Sadly, you've opted to drag it out further, predictably leading to the final most encounter at Aftermath 2K4."

"Let me guess, you can just picture it now - Lord Sean "Magic" Fiery, World Heavyweight Champion, successfully defending against Nathan "T-Rex" Williams, offering a handshake knowing that Williams would lose as much dignity in obliging as he would in walking away, retiring the belt and THEN, and only then, calling it a day.  The perfect exit."

"...But what if you lost?  Or if it was a double count out or double disqualification or a no-contest?  You'd still be the champion and you still wouldn't have proven to be the better man.  Can you honestly say you'd still walk away?"

"Regardless of your answer, although I've got a pretty good inclination as to what it'd be, you came back to this company because, in your own words referring to the Magic/Rex rivalry, 'All good things must come to an end'...  Since then you've changed agendas several times, but the bottom line appears to be that on December 31st, you walk away for good, regardless of whether or not you've fulfilled any or all of your promises.  Let's see what your word means these days, let's see what your Final Destination'll be, shall we?  And you can relax, you haven't got inside my head yet..."

Switching the voice recorder off, Taylor relaxed to himself.