Glass' First Appearance

[Jordan "Bullet Proof" Glass]

The lights dim, as the bass line of "Miss Murder" rocks the arena. There is a mixed reaction from the crowd, some not exactly knowing who's music this is. As the bass line ends and the song begins, a shot of white pyrotechnic shaped in an X shoots up into the air, and a single white spotlight shines down on the man standing there. He is fully decked out in black. His black leather trench coat hangs down around his leather boots. His black jeans have a chain hanging from one of the belt loops and his black t-shirt has a small XVI symbol in the corner and is tight enough to see his well defined muscles. His black, wavy locks draped down around his shoulders and face, accentuating his grey-black eyes. He slowly begins to make his way to the ring, looking around at the crowd, and is smiling. The crowd begin to cheer louder as they realize this man isn't as scary as he looks. He slides under the bottom rope and jumps up onto his feet. He walks to the back corner of the ring, reaching down to an XVI official and getting a microphone. He stands up in the ring and awaits the silence of the crowd.

~ So .. may I ask, how are we all tonight ? ~

The crowd explodes with cheers and chants.

~ Ah, I see we are good. Anyway, I will get down to business. As many of you have probably seen from my promo, it was but a mere week ago that I signed my contract to Xtreme Vicious Intent. Now, this week, on Side Effect, I am in a fatal five-way match with Versage Flames, Damien Jones, Ritalin and Thor. I do not mean to be ignorant, but I had never heard of these men until I saw they're promos on television. It seems like a good way to start off my wrestling career here in the XVI. I don't know what you fans think, but I think it will be a good match. ~

The crowd cheers as Jordan laughs. He slowly raises his hand to brush his hair back out of his face.

~ Apparently, I am the favored among the five. I don't wish this upon myself, yet it is willed by you, the fans. All I am here to say is good luck to my opponents. Let the best man win. ~

He stands in the middle of the ring, with microphone in hand, looking around at the crowd, smiling.

(OOC: Versage, Damien, Ritalin, Thor ? .. wish to continue ?)

[Jordan "Bullet Proof" Glass]

(OOC: Guess not. Oh well, I'll just end it .. and in case you guys don't know, when someone does this, you're supposed to make a reply and come out to the ring and talk it out with them. Too late now though.)

Jordan let a slight smirk grace his smooth lips, before he quickly raised the microphone to his mouth.

~ I thought as much. None of those cowards of men have the .. let's see .. balls to come out here and face me. HA! What a waste of flesh, those four serpents of deceit are. So, since none of my opponents have come to meet me .. ~

Glassy takes out a coat-of-arms from inside his coat.

~ Versage .. your promo was but a couple of meaningless lines and a few military poses. Personally, I think any army is a waste of man power. I think that if our men were not struck on gaining the most power on earth, they would do much more good. I do believe this was your coat-of-arms when you were "in the service." ~

Jordan examines the piece of fabric closely. He smiles mischievously, then snaps his fingers. Suddenly, the fabric bursts into a ball of fire.

~ Burn baby, burn. ~

He drops the flaming ball onto the ring-mat and stamps it out.

~ Burn with the fire of a thousand suns, and may the killing of men for no reason but power be put to rest. This, is my way of showing that war, answers nothing. War will only drive your opponent to become stronger, more powerful, better than you, and then that will lead to more violence. This is in no way good. ~

He pauses, looking around at the crowd. There is not a sound. The whole arena is silent, waiting for his next word. He smiles, happy with the reaction of the crowd to his presence.

~ Now, to Thor. I don't even know what to say to this .. I don't know what to call him. Man, I guess .. maybe not. He seems more horror movie monster than man. Fangs, wings, horns. What are you, a movie prop? It seems you belong in a thriller rather than a wrestling ring. Oh, the fun I will have beating you to a pulp. I have another question. What's with the poor effects. Purple lightning? Wow .. how .. amazing. ~

The crowd laughs slightly, then quiets back down to see what Jordan will say next.

~ Damien, Damien, Damien. There is only one devil in this business, and that is the leader of the VNB, the husband of the luscious Mrs. Trish Sullivan, Jihad "The Devil" Sullivan. Maybe there should be a "True Devil" match. But let's not get ahead of ourselves, back to our match. ~

Jordan, once again pauses, seemingly pondering something. He jumps slightly, coming back to reality. He laughs a little, then re-raises the microphone to his mouth.

~ Sorry about that, I was thinking about other issues I have to take care of concerning the VNB .. I will have to contact Jihad. Anyways, back on topic. For one thing, Damien, one man can not divide and conquer, unless he clones himself, or cuts off his appendages. Good luck with that. Also .. this is not a hardcore match, not to my knowledge anyway. Maybe you should know what kind of match your in before you start bitching about how you will "cast the pathetic monkeys into oblivion." Good luck with that too. ~

Jordan stops pacing the ring as he has been doing since he started to talk. He looks confused.

~ Wasn't there another man in this match? The name of a drug .. uhm .. Cocaine? .. Acid? .. Oxy Contin? .. RITALIN! That's his name. Damn .. where are you? I haven't even seen a promo from you yet, but I'm sure it's out there .. somewhere. ~

Jordan laughs. He turns to look toward the curtain, seemingly addressing his opponents.

~ To all of you, good luck. You'll need it .. ~

Jordan drops the microphone and rolls out of the ring as "Miss Murder" hits the PA system. He walks up the ramp as the crowd goes nuts again, starting a "GLASS-Y, GLASS-Y!" chant. He gets to the top of the ramp, then turns around. He looks around for a second, then closes his eyes. Suddenly, they shoot back open and his eyes are rolled up in his head. He raises his arms up, palms to the sky. He slowly raises up his arms as the lights begin to flicker. Then, he brings his arms down with force, and the lights go off as a shot of white flame shoots up, engulfing Jordan. The flame ceases and the backstage crew run out with fire extinguishers, expecting Jordan to be there on the ground burning. But when they get there, Jordan is nowhere to be seen and all that's left is a small black rose petal. The backstage crew just look at eachother, dumbfounded. The scene fades to black ..


[[FIN]]

[versageflames]

[ee well sorry bout that mate.. >_o just right now had my hands tied and couldn't respond.]