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Post by Jordan "Bullet Proof" Glass on Feb 26, 2007 23:05:43 GMT -5
The view is of a XVI hallway. Stage-hands run past, oh so rushed with their busy schedules. Men and women running this way and that, seemingly so consumed with their work that they don't even notice Jordan Glass slowly walking up the hallway toward the camera, hands behind his back which a cigarette hanging out between his smooth lips. His black t-shirt was showing off his figure quite well, and his navy blue jeans were a little tight in the upper area. He looked so calm in contrast to the bustling fray of people around him. He seemed lost in thought, his mind far away in the distance. Suddenly, he stopped in his tracks. He turn his head slightly, looking at the door to his right. He seemed to be speculating whether or not to enter or not. He pulled the cigarette from his mouth, exhaling a cloud of grey smoke which slowly floated upward to the ventilation unit above him. His eyes flickered from the door, to the floor infront of him. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, then dropped the cigarette to the floor, stamping on it with his heavy black leather boots. He slowly raised his hand to the door, which was obviously shaking. He took another deep breath, opened his eyes and knocked.
~ Hello ? .. ~
He managed to get out that word, which was an apparent struggle for him.
~ I'm here for my meeting. Is anyone there ? ~
The camera panned so that you could now see the face of the door. Scratched on the door in red and green was ..
[glow=white,2,300]THE VNB[/glow]
[Mr. Sullivan .. you continue please ?] |
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Post by The VNB on Feb 27, 2007 10:15:20 GMT -5
A quick moment passes, And a loud "enter" is then heard from the other side of the door. Jordan then opens the door, And then begins to make his way inside. In the room, You see that there is nothing but a small sofa that sits deep within one corner of the room. And upon that sofa sits, "The Ruler Of ALL", Jihad "The Devil" Sullivan. As Jordan enters the room, Jihad nods his head at him and...
Jihad ~ Good evening Jordan, It has been a while has it not? Sorry for the short notice in regards to this meeting. But now days, It seems as if I have a never ending list of things that I need to get done. But regardless, Let me get straight to the point. I have made it very clear that The VNB, Have all but retired from the ranks of Professional Wrestling. However, With that being said, I have also made it quite clear that I am looking for someone, Just one person, To lead to The XVI World Championship. Now, I will be quite frank with you. I intend that person to be The DOA's own Dark Halo. However, With The Corpse now lurking about The XVI, And due to my past with The Fallen Angel, I am just not sure if me leading her to a Championship here will ever become reality. Now, With that being said, I need to search other avenues just in case. And that, Brings me to two other people. And those two other people, Have had a working relationship with The VNB in the past. And those two people are, You... And The Assassin. The way I see it, You both most certainly have the talent to capture The World Championship here. All you would need, Is just the right push to get you past the men here such as The Maggot, Men such as Morningstar, Men who like to hold stars such as you and The Assassin back. Anyway, Back to the point. Who knows how this will play out with Halo and myself. So, If by chance it doesn't pan out between Halo and I. Would this be something you would be interested in?
Jihad leans back on the sofa getting comfortable, And waits for Jordan's response.
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Post by Jordan "Bullet Proof" Glass on Feb 27, 2007 21:15:58 GMT -5
Jordan, who was quite shocked, leaned against the wall. His wide eyes looked toward the floor. He kind of smiled, then looked up slyly at Jihad.
~ I knew when I requested a meeting with you, I'd be in store for something amazing to happen. I had a feeling that I need to talk to you. It was one of those deep down feelings that you get and you just have to do something about it. I figured that once you didn't reply to my emails, texts or phone calls that you weren't interested .. but now, I can see it was something quite different. You were trying to see if I had the patience to wait for you to come to me. At least, I think that's what you were doing. ~
Jordan got off the wall, and walked over to the couch, and cautiously sat down beside "The Ruler Of ALL" and looked him straight in to those hellish, devilish red eyes.
~ Mr. Jihad Sullivan, I am very interested in every word you just said. All I ask now, is what do I have to do to become one of your many pawns. There must be some kind of stipulation or catch to getting what I crave oh so badly? ~
Jordan sat there, looking at "The Devil" and waited for a reply.
[Back to you, Ji.] |
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Post by The VNB on Feb 28, 2007 11:58:15 GMT -5
A very large smirk comes over Jihad's face. He leans up ever so slightly from his seated position, Looks Jordan in the eyes and...
Jihad ~ No, At the moment, There is nothing you can do. No stipulation, No special request, Nothing. You must realize, You already have The VNB's attention. If you hadn't, I wouldn't even be here. Just keep doing what you are doing now. Such as at Side Effect, That was a most impressive victory. What was it? Three, Four men you defeated? Yes... Most impressive indeed. I doubt that even The XVI so called "Champion" Morningstar could have accomplished that feat. As I said a moment ago, You just need the right push. The way I see it, If you can defeat the men you defeated at Side Effect, You would most certainly have an easy enough time of dispatching a bumbling, Inbred fool such as Johnny Mental.
Jihad then stands, He reaches out his hand for Jordan to shake. However, Jihad keeps speaking...
Jihad ~ I want you to realize, By no means am I putting you off. You just have to understand that The VNB's existence here in The XVI is very much uncertain at the moment. I expect here within the next two weeks for our future to become much more clear...
Jihad then pauses for a moment, Shakes his head, And gives a soft laugh...
Jihad ~ Who would have ever thought, The VNB's future in The XVI now rests firmly upon the shoulders of one "Fallen Angel". But regardless, Know that you have The VNB's eyes upon you. And regardless of what happens with Halo, Expect a call from me within the next few weeks. Just as soon as the pieces of the puzzle begins to clear here in The XVI...
Jihad continues to stand, His hand outstretched to Jordan...
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Post by Jordan "Bullet Proof" Glass on Feb 28, 2007 21:48:53 GMT -5
A large smile appears on Jordan's face. He stands, reaching out and roughly shaking Jihad's hand, laughing under his breath.
~ Thank you for this opportunity sir, I will not disappoint you. ~
They stop shaking hands, and Jordan looks Jihad in the face, still smiling.
~ I really hope the circumstances alloy you to stay. We could be unstoppable. Nobody could touch us. Thanks again Mr. Sullivan, and thank Mr. Gordy also. Really, really thank you.~
Jordan turns and walks toward the door, with a new confidence in his stride.
[Sorry for the shortness .. end it Ji ?]
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