Post by Jordan "Bullet Proof" Glass on Jun 21, 2007 20:06:47 GMT -5
[OOC; References in this roleplay are not meant to offend anyone. I am simply setting the mood for upcoming events. DO NOT TAKE OFFENSE, ANYONE.]
This is a
|. Plummeting Shards Creation .|
You may expect anything or nothing.
Think what you may,
but you're about to witness greatness.
---
If I had to
I would put myself right beside you
So let me ask
Would you like that?
Would you like that?
And I don't mind
If you say this love is the last time
So now I'll ask
Do you like that?
Do you like that?
No!
Something's getting in the way.
Something's just about to break.
I will try to find my place in the diary of Jane.
So tell me how it should be.
Try to find out what makes you tick.
As I lie down
Sore and sick.
Do you like that?
Do you like that?
There's a fine line between love and hate.
And I don't mind.
Just let me say that
I like that
I like that
Something's getting in the way.
Something's just about to break.
I will try to find my place in the diary of Jane.
As I burn another page,
As I look the other way.
I still try to find my place in the diary of Jane.
So tell me how it should be.
Desperate, I will crawl
Waiting for so long
No love, there is no love.
Die for anyone
What have I become?
Something's getting in the way.
Something's just about to break.
I will try to find my place in the diary of Jane.
As I burn another page,
As I look the other way.
I still try to find my place in the diary of Jane.
'The Diary Of Jane - Breaking Benjamin'
---
.. and then it was upon them, the death of all they knew. Their home, their family .. it was all gone. The poison had been injected, the knife had slit their throats. It was all coming together now .. and they were about to know that greatness was the definition of what was upon them.
They were a new breed .. a better breed. The best of the best, no comparison were the rest. They were angels of a greater rank, higher up on the evolutionary scale. They were above them all, every last pathetic one of them.
The veins were pulsing, pumping the poison through the body. Slowly, it was dying. Slower and slower, the pulsing slowed.
.. and then the heart stopped beating.
---
[Scene One]
He sat there, staring straight into the lens of the camera. His gaze dug deep within your soul, your spirit, your very essence. He rummaged through your innermost thoughts and feelings. In the end .. he didn't find any, seeing as he had already killed you. Dead things can't feel or think, so it was useless.
On the other hand, you could hear his deep, steady breathing. You could see his dead grey eyes locking onto yours, spilling into your soul. You could smell his cologne in the air around him, and you could taste the watermelon that eluded from his washed hair. Last, but the most powerful .. you could feel his gaze burning through your torso into the back of your seat behind you.
His eyes .. those eyes .. they sent chills down your spine, but then again, your body was already cold and grey. Death had consumed you, not unlike the death that was about to consume the rest of the world.
The look on his face was one of rage, of anger .. of deep, pure, flowing hatred. You pitied Makaveli for having to go against this man at King of the Ring, you really did.
Jordan ~ Makaveli, you little ass. You interrupted my match with Szaban, and cost me the win. I was going to completely demolish that man, and you had to go and screw it up, just like you screwed up this company. You managed to screw this up, just like everything else.
Jordan glares deeper into the camera, licking his moist lips before he continues.
Jordan ~ You hired little shits like Bryan Variety, Justin Evans, The Kobra, Xavier Barnes and all those other wastes of time. They will never get anywhere, they will ALWAYS live in my shadow. Nobody knows who they are, and nobody cares. Everyone only cares about what Mister Ultimate Assault, Jordan 'Bullet Proof' Glass does.
He smirks, his eyes becoming even more piercing.
Jordan ~ The greats like Jihad Sullivan, Dark HalO, 'One Taste' Poison, Johnny Mental and Ironman all over-rule the little people, just like I do. I may not be at that point in my career yet .. but I will be soon. After my first World Title capture everyone will want to be .. Jordan Glass.
He looks away for a second, lost in his thoughts .. but then he snaps back to reality. He snaps his head back toward the camera, glaring into the lens.
Jordan ~ Makaveli .. I'm warning you, you stupid son of a bitch. When I get my hands on you, you ARE going to get the beating of your life. I know you're my boss, I know you're the one who's got me where I am .. but what you DO NOT realize is I really don't give a shit. I am going to beat you to a living pulp. There isn't going to be a bone in your body that won't be aching. Every muscle in your body is going to be ripped and torn.
Jordan stands up, and turns on his heel. He walks quickly toward the door, but the stops. He looks over his shoulder at the camera.
Jordan ~ You'll know soon .. you will all know soon.
Jordan returns his head to it's forward position and continues walking out the door.
[End Scene One]
---
[Scene Two]
You see them, the vision of perfection, but the opposite of a vision of innocence. They were walking down an XVI hallway, hand in hand, having small talk. He smiles like you haven't seen him smile in a long time, and she is laughing, showing the world her pearly whites.
He was wearing a pair of dark blue jeans with a pair of black reeboks and a white muscle shirt. His blonde locks of hair flowed down around his face to rest on his shoulders like a flowing river of gold.
She was wearing a baby blue halter top that tied around her neck, emphasizing her large breasts and her beautiful curves. A black, short, revealing skirt was graced upon her hips with a leather belt draped loosely around it. On her feet were a pair of high-heel leather boots that came halfway up her shins. The rest of her legs were bare, showing off her tanned, beautiful skin. Jordan Glass was a lucky man to be with Alyssa Andrews, a lucky man indeed.
He laughed as he walked past Calaz, Ticker and Jaime leaned up against a wall outside of their locker room. Ticker was saying something, but Calaz wasn't listening. He smiled as he looked at Jaime ..
Calaz ~ I wonder what the man with the biggest penis in the world eats for breakfast ..
Jordan stops walking, sticking his head into the conversation.
Jordan ~ Oh, I had a bowl of cereal and a cup of coffee. Thank you for having an interest.
Jordan smiles at Calaz as he makes a sarcastic amused face. Jordan laughs, patting Ticker on his shoulder.
Jordan ~ Don't worry, Champ. One day he'll realize the talent that is .. 'Ticker'.
Ticker smiles.
Jordan ~ Yeah, right.
Jordan laughs, winking at Calaz and glancing at Jaime before he walks out of the circle and continues to walk down the hallway with Alyssa.
Alyssa ~ Nice Jordan, real nice.
Jordan looks at her, confused.
Jordan ~ What did I do?
Alyssa smiles, winking at Jordan.
Alyssa ~ Teasing poor little Calaz, AND Ticker. You shouldn't brag.
They both laugh, smiling widely. They continue walking, passing XVI superstars such as Corporal Punishment, The Meds, Sah'ta Thor, and Bryan Variety, who he smirked at as he passed. As they get to the end of the hallway, everything freezes .. except Jordan. He lets go of Alyssa's hand, but her hand stays in the exact same position.
He turns to her, smiling.
Jordan ~ Isn't she beautiful. Her blonde hair, her blue eyes .. she's just so .. so .. perfect. I love her .. I really do.
Jordan turns to the camera, his .. blue eyes? His eyes were blue .. why? Suddenly .. they were grey again. His face went from happy to absolutely twisted. Hatred rips at his face, his nostrils flare.
Jordan ~ Makaveli .. go burn in fucking hell. I am going to KILL YOU come King of the Ring. I am going to absolutely obliterate you come Sunday, and I will enjoy every second of it. I won't hold back, I won't stop, I won't just knock you out or pin you, I am going to torture you.
A sick, twisted, hating, evil smile spreads across his face.
Jordan ~ Remember, 'Don' .. needles prick, razors slit, knives cut .. but glass scars and I am going to leave so many scars in your flesh you aren't going to be able to tell what was caused by what.
Jordan walks back and grabs Alyssa's hand .. and time unfreezes. They continue walking, but then Jordan stops .. glaring into the camera.
Jordan ~ Are you ready?
.. and the scene dies. Static fills your screen, white noise enveloping the room.
[End Scene Two]
---
You'll never be the same, and you're still waiting for this to be over. Well, you're out of luck. The death of it all is upon us, so be prepared, you pathetic little fucks. I, we, are going to reign over this company, over this world .. and you all will be our loyal servants.
We are banding together, and we will rule this plain of existence. The greater angels will kill you all.
.. and slowly, but surely, you will all perish.
---
His time is upon us, and he will win.
Be prepared to be overtaken,
he will run you over on his way to the top.
There is no sympathy,
no kindness,
no caring notions.
HE is the great one,
and no leader,
no head-honcho,
no big-cheese,
no 'Don',
will stop him.
[Fin]
This is a
|. Plummeting Shards Creation .|
You may expect anything or nothing.
Think what you may,
but you're about to witness greatness.
---
If I had to
I would put myself right beside you
So let me ask
Would you like that?
Would you like that?
And I don't mind
If you say this love is the last time
So now I'll ask
Do you like that?
Do you like that?
No!
Something's getting in the way.
Something's just about to break.
I will try to find my place in the diary of Jane.
So tell me how it should be.
Try to find out what makes you tick.
As I lie down
Sore and sick.
Do you like that?
Do you like that?
There's a fine line between love and hate.
And I don't mind.
Just let me say that
I like that
I like that
Something's getting in the way.
Something's just about to break.
I will try to find my place in the diary of Jane.
As I burn another page,
As I look the other way.
I still try to find my place in the diary of Jane.
So tell me how it should be.
Desperate, I will crawl
Waiting for so long
No love, there is no love.
Die for anyone
What have I become?
Something's getting in the way.
Something's just about to break.
I will try to find my place in the diary of Jane.
As I burn another page,
As I look the other way.
I still try to find my place in the diary of Jane.
'The Diary Of Jane - Breaking Benjamin'
---
.. and then it was upon them, the death of all they knew. Their home, their family .. it was all gone. The poison had been injected, the knife had slit their throats. It was all coming together now .. and they were about to know that greatness was the definition of what was upon them.
They were a new breed .. a better breed. The best of the best, no comparison were the rest. They were angels of a greater rank, higher up on the evolutionary scale. They were above them all, every last pathetic one of them.
The veins were pulsing, pumping the poison through the body. Slowly, it was dying. Slower and slower, the pulsing slowed.
.. and then the heart stopped beating.
---
[Scene One]
He sat there, staring straight into the lens of the camera. His gaze dug deep within your soul, your spirit, your very essence. He rummaged through your innermost thoughts and feelings. In the end .. he didn't find any, seeing as he had already killed you. Dead things can't feel or think, so it was useless.
On the other hand, you could hear his deep, steady breathing. You could see his dead grey eyes locking onto yours, spilling into your soul. You could smell his cologne in the air around him, and you could taste the watermelon that eluded from his washed hair. Last, but the most powerful .. you could feel his gaze burning through your torso into the back of your seat behind you.
His eyes .. those eyes .. they sent chills down your spine, but then again, your body was already cold and grey. Death had consumed you, not unlike the death that was about to consume the rest of the world.
The look on his face was one of rage, of anger .. of deep, pure, flowing hatred. You pitied Makaveli for having to go against this man at King of the Ring, you really did.
Jordan ~ Makaveli, you little ass. You interrupted my match with Szaban, and cost me the win. I was going to completely demolish that man, and you had to go and screw it up, just like you screwed up this company. You managed to screw this up, just like everything else.
Jordan glares deeper into the camera, licking his moist lips before he continues.
Jordan ~ You hired little shits like Bryan Variety, Justin Evans, The Kobra, Xavier Barnes and all those other wastes of time. They will never get anywhere, they will ALWAYS live in my shadow. Nobody knows who they are, and nobody cares. Everyone only cares about what Mister Ultimate Assault, Jordan 'Bullet Proof' Glass does.
He smirks, his eyes becoming even more piercing.
Jordan ~ The greats like Jihad Sullivan, Dark HalO, 'One Taste' Poison, Johnny Mental and Ironman all over-rule the little people, just like I do. I may not be at that point in my career yet .. but I will be soon. After my first World Title capture everyone will want to be .. Jordan Glass.
He looks away for a second, lost in his thoughts .. but then he snaps back to reality. He snaps his head back toward the camera, glaring into the lens.
Jordan ~ Makaveli .. I'm warning you, you stupid son of a bitch. When I get my hands on you, you ARE going to get the beating of your life. I know you're my boss, I know you're the one who's got me where I am .. but what you DO NOT realize is I really don't give a shit. I am going to beat you to a living pulp. There isn't going to be a bone in your body that won't be aching. Every muscle in your body is going to be ripped and torn.
Jordan stands up, and turns on his heel. He walks quickly toward the door, but the stops. He looks over his shoulder at the camera.
Jordan ~ You'll know soon .. you will all know soon.
Jordan returns his head to it's forward position and continues walking out the door.
[End Scene One]
---
[Scene Two]
You see them, the vision of perfection, but the opposite of a vision of innocence. They were walking down an XVI hallway, hand in hand, having small talk. He smiles like you haven't seen him smile in a long time, and she is laughing, showing the world her pearly whites.
He was wearing a pair of dark blue jeans with a pair of black reeboks and a white muscle shirt. His blonde locks of hair flowed down around his face to rest on his shoulders like a flowing river of gold.
She was wearing a baby blue halter top that tied around her neck, emphasizing her large breasts and her beautiful curves. A black, short, revealing skirt was graced upon her hips with a leather belt draped loosely around it. On her feet were a pair of high-heel leather boots that came halfway up her shins. The rest of her legs were bare, showing off her tanned, beautiful skin. Jordan Glass was a lucky man to be with Alyssa Andrews, a lucky man indeed.
He laughed as he walked past Calaz, Ticker and Jaime leaned up against a wall outside of their locker room. Ticker was saying something, but Calaz wasn't listening. He smiled as he looked at Jaime ..
Calaz ~ I wonder what the man with the biggest penis in the world eats for breakfast ..
Jordan stops walking, sticking his head into the conversation.
Jordan ~ Oh, I had a bowl of cereal and a cup of coffee. Thank you for having an interest.
Jordan smiles at Calaz as he makes a sarcastic amused face. Jordan laughs, patting Ticker on his shoulder.
Jordan ~ Don't worry, Champ. One day he'll realize the talent that is .. 'Ticker'.
Ticker smiles.
Jordan ~ Yeah, right.
Jordan laughs, winking at Calaz and glancing at Jaime before he walks out of the circle and continues to walk down the hallway with Alyssa.
Alyssa ~ Nice Jordan, real nice.
Jordan looks at her, confused.
Jordan ~ What did I do?
Alyssa smiles, winking at Jordan.
Alyssa ~ Teasing poor little Calaz, AND Ticker. You shouldn't brag.
They both laugh, smiling widely. They continue walking, passing XVI superstars such as Corporal Punishment, The Meds, Sah'ta Thor, and Bryan Variety, who he smirked at as he passed. As they get to the end of the hallway, everything freezes .. except Jordan. He lets go of Alyssa's hand, but her hand stays in the exact same position.
He turns to her, smiling.
Jordan ~ Isn't she beautiful. Her blonde hair, her blue eyes .. she's just so .. so .. perfect. I love her .. I really do.
Jordan turns to the camera, his .. blue eyes? His eyes were blue .. why? Suddenly .. they were grey again. His face went from happy to absolutely twisted. Hatred rips at his face, his nostrils flare.
Jordan ~ Makaveli .. go burn in fucking hell. I am going to KILL YOU come King of the Ring. I am going to absolutely obliterate you come Sunday, and I will enjoy every second of it. I won't hold back, I won't stop, I won't just knock you out or pin you, I am going to torture you.
A sick, twisted, hating, evil smile spreads across his face.
Jordan ~ Remember, 'Don' .. needles prick, razors slit, knives cut .. but glass scars and I am going to leave so many scars in your flesh you aren't going to be able to tell what was caused by what.
Jordan walks back and grabs Alyssa's hand .. and time unfreezes. They continue walking, but then Jordan stops .. glaring into the camera.
Jordan ~ Are you ready?
.. and the scene dies. Static fills your screen, white noise enveloping the room.
[End Scene Two]
---
You'll never be the same, and you're still waiting for this to be over. Well, you're out of luck. The death of it all is upon us, so be prepared, you pathetic little fucks. I, we, are going to reign over this company, over this world .. and you all will be our loyal servants.
We are banding together, and we will rule this plain of existence. The greater angels will kill you all.
.. and slowly, but surely, you will all perish.
---
His time is upon us, and he will win.
Be prepared to be overtaken,
he will run you over on his way to the top.
There is no sympathy,
no kindness,
no caring notions.
HE is the great one,
and no leader,
no head-honcho,
no big-cheese,
no 'Don',
will stop him.
[Fin]
