|. 3rdTime .|

[Jordan "Bullet Proof" Glass]

This is a
|. Plummeting Shards Creation .|
You may expect anything or nothing.
Think what you may,
but you're about to witness greatness.

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|x| Third time's the charm .. |x|

[Scene One]

They're following me everywhere! What the hell am I supposed to do? It's not like I can get away from them because no matter where I go they show up. This is impossible .. they must have some kind of spy I don't know about or something .. or maybe they're tracking me? I have no idea ..

Jordan rushes down an XVI corridor, his black button-up shirt flapping behind him, showing his white tank-top underneath. His jeans flap around the tops of his leather boots with each rushed step as he speed-walks toward his locker room.

He rounds a corner quickly and rams into Katie King, making her drop her microphone and notepad as she stumbled backward, catching herself on her cameraman. Jordan takes a step back, steadying himself so he doesn't fall.

Damn it, I got to watch where I'm going.

Katie smiles at him as she bends down, picking up her items. As she does the cameraman grabs the opportunity to snatch a good look up her short, white mini-skirt. Jordan catches him and he immediately looks away.

Hard to believe that six months ago, I'd be the one peeking up her skirt .. although, she does have some nice cleavage.

Jordan takes a quick glance down Katie's black tank-top before she stands back up, flashing him a toothy smile. He smiles back, taking a quick glance back around the corner before turning back to her.

She's definitely going to want to ask me "a few questions."

Katie looks back toward her cameraman, giving him a subtle nod. He nods back, readying his camera. She looks to Jordan, once again flashing her pearly whites.

Katie King ~ Would you mind if I - - -

I knew it.

Jordan cuts her off quickly, before she can finish what she's saying.

Jordan ~ Yeah, you can. Just make it snappy, I got somewhere to be.

Katie nods, looking down to her notepad as her cameraman clicks the little red record button on the side of his camera. Katie quickly reads the first line on her page, then looks up, once again with her toothy grin.

Katie King ~ This past week, it seems you've had a change of heart and you aren't as cocky anymore. Our viewers are wondering, what made you change?

Ha, cocky my ass. I'm confident and I should be.

Jordan rolls his eyes, leaning his back up against the wall and crossing his feet over. He smiles as he folds his arms across his chest.

Jordan ~ I'm confident, not cocky .. and I have every right to be! I am the number one contender for the XVI World Title, but I won't be for much longer. Soon, I'll claim that title as mine when I win at The American Dream.

Katie just nods along until Jordan's done, then takes a quick glance at her notepad. She then looks back up, now with a serious face, to proceed with her questions.

Katie King ~ Mentioning The American Dream, what do you think of your opponent for your World Title match, Szaban? You've beaten him once, but that's because Makaveli helped you and the second time Jihad and Makaveli interfered, making it a no contest. What do you think will happen this time?

What always happens, I'm going to win.

Jordan ~ That's two questions at once Katie ..

Jordan pauses and Katie thinks he's done, so she goes to say something, but Jordan cuts her off again.

Jordan ~ .. but I'll give you the answers.

Question one was, what do I think of my opponent for my XVI World Championship match, Szaban .. what do I think of him? I think the man needs to make up his mind. He's retired, comes back, gets beaten by Jihad, gets put on the inactive list. OH WAIT, he's back, he beats Jihad, he gets beaten by Calaz, he gets attacked, he's put out again, everyone says he's gone for good, end of story right? WRONG. The fucker comes back again and beats my Serafinian brother, Calaz, then claims his World Title shot that he earned for beating Jihad, kicking Kidjack out of his shot. I don't think that's very fair, and I really don't care for Szaban at all.

Katie goes to comment, but Jordan raises his index finger, cutting her off once more.

Jordan ~ Did I say I was done? No.

Goddamn, this woman needs to learn to keep her mouth shut.

Jordan ~ Question two was, because of our last two matches and they way they turned out, or in one case, didn't turn out, what do I think will happen this time? I'm going to come out on top and I'm going to be the reigning XVI World Champion, and I will remain so until I decide that I've had enough of it, or this company goes under, it's that simple. Szaban, I've beaten you once and I'll do it again. Remember, third times the charm .. so this time, I'm not holding back. I'm completely focused and I'm one hundred percent ready for anything and everything you can throw at me. I've studied your tapes, I've talked to past opponents and I've done other things to ensure that I will beat you Matthew. I will win this match, whether you like it or not.

Damn, that was quite a rant.

Katie looks surprised at Jordan's response. She doesn't bother to look at her notepad, but just continues her bombardment of inquiry.

Katie King ~ Before .. I said you seemed less cocky, confident .. whatever. I asked you what your change of heart was, but your didn't answer me .. so can I have an answer now?

Got to admit, she's good. Most reporters wouldn't even catch that.

Jordan smiles, looking away from Katie and back down the hallway from which he had just come. He thinks he sees someone duck into a room, but no door closes, so he dismisses it as being a figment of his imagination.

This sucks, I'm so paranoid .. I don't have any clue how to handle this. I thought maybe once I had figured out what had happened for those seven years, I could put it in the past, where it belonged .. but now it's come back to haunt me.

Just then, Katie clears her throat, bringing Jordan back from his drifting thoughts and reminds him that he is in the middle of an interview. He clears his throat, recollecting his thoughts before he answers Katie's question.

Jordan ~ Uhm, yes. Change of heart .. wait, no. I didn't have a damned change of heart. I was respecting Corporal Punishment because he, like myself, is an XVI Original. We will forever be remembered because we were originals in this prestigious company, but unlike myself .. he will never hold the World Title here in XVI. I was giving him the respect he deserved, but Szaban deserves no respect, hence he will get none. The dirty monkey-ass will get his monkey-ass whooped when we step in the ring at The American Dream, and I will rip him of his will to fight and his will to live. He won't be back after The American Dream, I promise you.

Oh fuck ..

This time, Jordan knows he sees someone. They were peeking from around the corner at the opposite end of the corridor. He quickly turns, looking at Katie frantically.

Jordan ~ I got to go, get out of my way.

Jordan pushes Katie out of the way, rushing past the cameraman and down the corridor and around the next corner. Katie looks at the cameraman, puzzled. Suddenly, a man dressed in a black suit with sun-glasses on comes speeding around the corner, knocking Katie off her feet and pushing the cameraman up against the wall. He continues to run down the hallway, without even taking a look back, and takes off around the corner as well, leaving Katie on her behind on the ground, and the cameraman infuriated.[/i]

[End Scene]

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[Scene Two]

The door to Jordan's locker room flies open and he rushes in, slamming the door behind him and locking it quickly before leaning against the door. His chest is heaving as he breathes deep from the extensive run.[/b]

My god, that asshole can run fast .. hopefully I lost him.

Suddenly, there is a heavy knock on the door, startling Jordan. He looks around the room.

Damn it, there's no way out. I can't go out the window ..

He turns, looking at the door.

Jordan ~ Who is it?

.. he says loudly. He awaits an answer, but nothing.

Jordan ~ Is anyone there?

.. he says loudly, once again. But again, there's nothing. He slowly brings his hand forward, turning the door handle. He pulls open the door a little, then swings it open and gets ready to fight .. but there's nobody there.

What the hell? Oh well, whatever.

He closes the door and turns around .. and the window is open? He looks around the room, paranoid that at any time, someone could pop out at him. Suddenly, there's another knock at the door. He spins, punching the door and a jump is heard outside.

Jordan ~ WHAT DO YOU WANT?!

Jordan awaits a response, and doesn't have to wait long .. but it's not the voice he expected.

Voice ~ Uhm .. I was just wondering if I could talk to you?

Oh shit, that sounds like ..

Jordan reaches his hand out and opens the door, and there stands .. Makaveli.

Yup, it is.

Jordan sighs heavily, leaning against the door frame.

Jordan ~ Yeah .. come in.

Jordan begins to close the door with Makaveli walking in as your screen fades out ..[/i]

Blackness.

[End Scene]

|x| .. and I'll come out on top. |x|

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