Post by Jordan "Bullet Proof" Glass on Feb 24, 2007 23:49:01 GMT -5
The crowd sits in the packed arena, waiting for something to happen at an XVI show. Suddenly, footsteps can be heard on the PA system. The titantron shows a pair of black boots walking, slowly, toward the camera. Suddenly, the footsteps stop as the feet halt just before the camera. The view moves up over the person's body up to their face. It's Jordan Glass, with his long, black hair draped around his defined facial features. He had quite a smile on his face, but it was not a smile of contentment. It was a smile of hate. Of despise. Of deep, pure, deathly, burning hatred, and it was focused on the camera. It burned in his eyes, on his lips, all over his face. It was burning through his gaze, into the camera and into the audience, who were now deathly silent. He stood there for a second, staring through the camera. He then parted his lips to speak.
~ Versage Flames. Enough of this beating around the bush bullshit from me, I'm going to get right to the damn point with you son. You're really starting to piss me off with your lame lines and your interruptions, and especially with your "I'm from the army, I'm better than you because I wear dog tags." Well guess what ? FUCK YOU! .. I fucking hate the army, and I fucking hate you. I know, I contradict myself by saying that violence is bad, then wrestling, but I don't KILL people. I may injure them severely, but in no damn way do I kill people. ~
Jordan reaches inside his jacket and gets a cigarette. He lights it with a snap of his fingers and them takes a long drag from it, closing his eyes. He blows out the smoke, then looks back to the camera.
~ I haven't let on so far, but I have my reasons for being here. I can not state them, but I do, and I will fulfill what I came here to do, and to do that, I need to ANNIHILATE you and every other little chicken shit who stands in my way. I'm warning you buddy, when I get mad I do things even I can't explain. It just ain't right. All I know is, when I was young and got bullied, the bully didn't even look at me again for six years, and then he nearly shit his pants when he did. ~
Jordan laughed at that thought, then leaned up against the wall beside him. After having a smoke, he seemed to be calming down.
~ But see, none of this will matter when we step in the ring, because everyone knows that I will destroy you when it comes to brute strength. Being in the army might have some influence on your strength, but shooting a damn gun won't help when you need to lift a full grown man over your head. Aim and precision don't help then, buster, and I know I will be able to destroy you, Thor, Ritalin, and Damien so easily. It'll be nothing but a bit of fun for me. It's just so damn simple. ~
Jordan got off the wall, then looked back down into the camera. He seemed a lot more calm than what he did first. His eyes were more focused and less glassy, and his face was less tense.
~ Oh, and sorry to break it to you bud, but war does the exact opposite of achieve peace. What dipstick thinks that shooting people makes peace? Certainly not anyone with a brain. You're out of luck. ~
Suddenly a ringing sound went off. Jordan put his hand in his pocket and pulled out a Motorola Razr cell phone. He flipped it open and put it to his ear.
~ Hello. - - - Yeah, I know. - - - Okay, I'll be right there. - - - Wait, what?! - - - You're kidding me. - - - DAMN! I'm coming RIGHT NOW. ~
Jordan flipped the cell phone closed and put it back in his pocket.
~ Sorry Vers, but I have to leave. I'll have to down-talk to you some other time. Goodbye, for now. ~
Jordan waved his hand mockingly, and turned, running down the hallway and taking a right. Since there was no more action, the camera simply shut off, leaving the titantron snowy. The crowd, giving a mixed reaction, didn't know what to think. Where did Jordan rush off to? Who was he talking to? Maybe some of these questions will be answered next time we see him.
[[FIN]]
~ Versage Flames. Enough of this beating around the bush bullshit from me, I'm going to get right to the damn point with you son. You're really starting to piss me off with your lame lines and your interruptions, and especially with your "I'm from the army, I'm better than you because I wear dog tags." Well guess what ? FUCK YOU! .. I fucking hate the army, and I fucking hate you. I know, I contradict myself by saying that violence is bad, then wrestling, but I don't KILL people. I may injure them severely, but in no damn way do I kill people. ~
Jordan reaches inside his jacket and gets a cigarette. He lights it with a snap of his fingers and them takes a long drag from it, closing his eyes. He blows out the smoke, then looks back to the camera.
~ I haven't let on so far, but I have my reasons for being here. I can not state them, but I do, and I will fulfill what I came here to do, and to do that, I need to ANNIHILATE you and every other little chicken shit who stands in my way. I'm warning you buddy, when I get mad I do things even I can't explain. It just ain't right. All I know is, when I was young and got bullied, the bully didn't even look at me again for six years, and then he nearly shit his pants when he did. ~
Jordan laughed at that thought, then leaned up against the wall beside him. After having a smoke, he seemed to be calming down.
~ But see, none of this will matter when we step in the ring, because everyone knows that I will destroy you when it comes to brute strength. Being in the army might have some influence on your strength, but shooting a damn gun won't help when you need to lift a full grown man over your head. Aim and precision don't help then, buster, and I know I will be able to destroy you, Thor, Ritalin, and Damien so easily. It'll be nothing but a bit of fun for me. It's just so damn simple. ~
Jordan got off the wall, then looked back down into the camera. He seemed a lot more calm than what he did first. His eyes were more focused and less glassy, and his face was less tense.
~ Oh, and sorry to break it to you bud, but war does the exact opposite of achieve peace. What dipstick thinks that shooting people makes peace? Certainly not anyone with a brain. You're out of luck. ~
Suddenly a ringing sound went off. Jordan put his hand in his pocket and pulled out a Motorola Razr cell phone. He flipped it open and put it to his ear.
~ Hello. - - - Yeah, I know. - - - Okay, I'll be right there. - - - Wait, what?! - - - You're kidding me. - - - DAMN! I'm coming RIGHT NOW. ~
Jordan flipped the cell phone closed and put it back in his pocket.
~ Sorry Vers, but I have to leave. I'll have to down-talk to you some other time. Goodbye, for now. ~
Jordan waved his hand mockingly, and turned, running down the hallway and taking a right. Since there was no more action, the camera simply shut off, leaving the titantron snowy. The crowd, giving a mixed reaction, didn't know what to think. Where did Jordan rush off to? Who was he talking to? Maybe some of these questions will be answered next time we see him.
[[FIN]]
