Post by Jordan "Bullet Proof" Glass on Mar 5, 2007 22:57:07 GMT -5
The scene opens inside a hospital hallway. The camera is moving slowly toward the end of it, where a single doorway stands. The doorway is open and there are sounds coming from inside. It sounds like someone is rummaging through things and packing up. Nurses and doctors run by, seemingly not even noticing the moving camera. It gets to the door way, and turns to the right. There, we see him. The fucked up son of a bitch, Jordan Glass. He is wearing a black collar shirt that has the cuffs rolled up to his elbows and a pair of black splash pants. On his left leg the leg is rolled all the way up his thigh. On his leg was a plastic brace around his knee and lower down on his calf was a large bandage wrapped tightly. He was packing his things into a large red leather suitcase. He looked a fair amount happier than the last time we saw him. But then again, the last time we saw him, he was laying unconscious in Versage's arms while he was ran through hospital doors. The soft ballad of "Golden" by Fall Out Boy can be heard in the background.
~ .. tongues on the sockets of electric dreams,
Where the sewage of youth drown the spark of my teens.
And I knew that the lights of the city were too heavy for me,
Though I carried karats for everyone to see.
And I saw God cry in the reflection of my enemies,
And all the lovers with no time for me.
And all of the mothers raise their babies
To stay away from me .. ~
The slow song continues as Jordan zips up the suitcase and picks it up by the handle at the top of it. He turns as the camera does to a man on the other side of the room. He is laying in bed. He is bald, pale and looking quite sickly. He smiles at Jordan.
Jordan ~ See you, Tom. I bid you farewell, and good luck. Remember, keep a positive mindset. Nothing can beat that, not even cancer. Call me any time man. Good bye!
The man smiles, and lifts his hand to wave.
Tom ~ Thanks, Jordan. Good luck to you too. I heard you have a match a the next Side Effect. I'll be watching if I can. Talk to you some day down the road, I promise you that.
Him and Jordan smile at each other as Jordan walks out of the room. He limps down the hall, seeing as his leg isn't completely healed yet. Some of the nurses pat Jordan on the arm, smiling at him and saying hi. One of the male doctors, pats him on the back and tells him that if he ever needs anything, just call him up. Jordan nods, and then keeps slowly, oh ever so slowly, making his way to the end of the hall. He reaches and elevator, and presses the button, laying down his suitcase and leaning up against the wall. As he waits he pulls out his cell phone and flips it open. He enters the text messaging mode and selects "Versy Boy". He writes ..
- Hey Vers. I'm out of there. Doc said I could go. Leg will be healed by time of match. Good luck with Shamrock. TTYL. -
He sends the message just as the elevator doors open. He hurriedly tucks his phone back into his pocket and grabs his suitcase, then next to jumps into the elevator. Just as he does, the door closes and he begins to descend. Luckily, nobody needed to use the elevator, so he got right to the ground floor. He stepped out of the elevator and walked to the front desk. There, he said goodbye to the secretary, who's name he he knew was Susan. He'd always liked that name, but back to what was happening. He walked through the doors, and found the new blue 2007 Mustang GT. He smiled, and open the passenger door. He threw his suitcase into the cramped back seat and then ran, or as close as he could get to it, around to the drivers door. He opened it and got it. He pulled down the sun-visor and the key fell into his lap. He smiled slyly and inserted the key, quickly jolting it into the START position. The engine roared to a start and Jordan laughed. He moved the car from P into 1st and drove off the parking lot.
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Two hours later, he arrived at his new house. He pulled slowly into the driveway and turned the car off. He exited the car, grinning while looking at the monstrosity. He walked up, and inserted the key into the lock, twisted it, and the door unlocked. He twisted the door knob and walked in. He threw his keys onto the coffee table and then plopped down into the leather sofa chair, relaxing in the non-crappy-hospital-shit chair. He looked straight into the camera. He calmly folded his arms, looking oh so confident.
Jordan ~ NOW! .. ~
He screamed, pointing a finger at the camera, veins in his arm pulsing. His face looked enraged. His eyes were on fire. He then laughed, crossed his arms again and sat up straight in the couch, relaxing his face.
Jordan ~ .. to get down to business. I know, I've seemed a bit ..
He scratched his chin as he searched for the word.
Jordan ~ .. ah bloody hell, why not. Insane lately, with the whole crashing my car, blowing it up and trying to kill myself business, but luckily, with the help of trained professionals, and you all know Versage, I've worked through this. So now, I will have to address the current matters of interest .. my match this week on Side Effect. It's quite a large match, featuring six people, that is including myself. It is for the number one contender-ship of the XTreme title .. and I intend to win this damn match. I don't care if there's a hundred men going to be in that ring, I will annihilate all of them to get one step closer to that title.
He pulls out a cigarette, and as always, just looks at it and it lights. He takes a couple long drags, letting the smoke float where ever it pleases, then snuffs it out on his left arm. He throws the butt of it down on the floor. He then looks back to the camera to continue talking.
Jordan ~ Okay, now that my nerves are calmed again, I need to continue. Wait .. who is the first guy ? Damn .. I can't remember his name. Jamie .. Josey .. Jamal .. Jacqueline .. OH YEAH! Jason Cane. I have but one question .. who .. the hell .. are you? I think, maybe, I might've seen you on last week's show .. if so, you obviously weren't too spectacular if I can't even remember you for fuck sakes. Next I'm moving on to .. JohnJohn Koas. So, Johnny boy, Koas, hmm? Like the sound of that .. sounds like you're going to be some competition. The only problem with that theory is that, just like Jacqueline over there, I can't seem to place your face. I do believe you two are the jack offs that lost to Black Jack, the Icon. I guess I can't blame you for losing to him, but come on. You could've at least hit the guy with a descent punch. Jeez. Next, I'll move on to .. uhm .. let me see .. Ritalin ! Didn't I face you before, dicksmack? Didn't I win? I think so. Ha, so I already got the advantage.
Jordan seems to be acting a little childish. Maybe it's the therapy, but who cares? He's cutting a promo, so I doubt the camera man is going to interrupt and set off the time bomb. Jordan pulls out a piece of paper, and smiles.
Jordan ~ Woo hoo ! Next is Versy boy ! I have a deep respect for this man. He saved me when he could have easily just picked up that gun, shot me in the head, and put me out of my misery, but he saved my life. Thank you Vers. Okay, now we have Thor, who I have already pinned, so it shouldn't be a problem. This poor fuck doesn't even have a win yet in the XVI .. I know, I only have one, but that's because I didn't have a match this week. If I did, I wouldn't won it. Obviously. So Thor, be prepared to be de-horned, buck-o.
Jordan laughs, throwing the sheet of paper into the air. It slowly floats to the ground, where it lands. He looks at it.
Jordan ~ See that sheet of paper? See how effortlessly it floats to the ground? That is the amount of effortlessness I feel toward this match. This is going to be a piece of cake. Remember, a rose petal it but a rose petal, but a thorn can be annoying, and eventually, you'll want to kill the thorn. Good thing this thorn is irremovable. The only man in this match that MIGHT be a challenge, and no offense to him, is ol' Flamebaker. Soo good luck to you all, you'll need it .. bitches.
Jordan stands up, and tells the cameraman to lay the camera on the sofa beside him, so he does. The second the camera is out of his hands, he is hit with the Shards of Glass. He hits the floor, not even flinching. Jordan stands up, and laughs. He looks toward the camera. He puts a thumbs up with a smile on his face. Suddenly, his face turns grave and his thumbs up, turns into a thumbs down. He punches the camera, and the TV set is filled with static.
-EndScene-
~ .. tongues on the sockets of electric dreams,
Where the sewage of youth drown the spark of my teens.
And I knew that the lights of the city were too heavy for me,
Though I carried karats for everyone to see.
And I saw God cry in the reflection of my enemies,
And all the lovers with no time for me.
And all of the mothers raise their babies
To stay away from me .. ~
The slow song continues as Jordan zips up the suitcase and picks it up by the handle at the top of it. He turns as the camera does to a man on the other side of the room. He is laying in bed. He is bald, pale and looking quite sickly. He smiles at Jordan.
Jordan ~ See you, Tom. I bid you farewell, and good luck. Remember, keep a positive mindset. Nothing can beat that, not even cancer. Call me any time man. Good bye!
The man smiles, and lifts his hand to wave.
Tom ~ Thanks, Jordan. Good luck to you too. I heard you have a match a the next Side Effect. I'll be watching if I can. Talk to you some day down the road, I promise you that.
Him and Jordan smile at each other as Jordan walks out of the room. He limps down the hall, seeing as his leg isn't completely healed yet. Some of the nurses pat Jordan on the arm, smiling at him and saying hi. One of the male doctors, pats him on the back and tells him that if he ever needs anything, just call him up. Jordan nods, and then keeps slowly, oh ever so slowly, making his way to the end of the hall. He reaches and elevator, and presses the button, laying down his suitcase and leaning up against the wall. As he waits he pulls out his cell phone and flips it open. He enters the text messaging mode and selects "Versy Boy". He writes ..
- Hey Vers. I'm out of there. Doc said I could go. Leg will be healed by time of match. Good luck with Shamrock. TTYL. -
He sends the message just as the elevator doors open. He hurriedly tucks his phone back into his pocket and grabs his suitcase, then next to jumps into the elevator. Just as he does, the door closes and he begins to descend. Luckily, nobody needed to use the elevator, so he got right to the ground floor. He stepped out of the elevator and walked to the front desk. There, he said goodbye to the secretary, who's name he he knew was Susan. He'd always liked that name, but back to what was happening. He walked through the doors, and found the new blue 2007 Mustang GT. He smiled, and open the passenger door. He threw his suitcase into the cramped back seat and then ran, or as close as he could get to it, around to the drivers door. He opened it and got it. He pulled down the sun-visor and the key fell into his lap. He smiled slyly and inserted the key, quickly jolting it into the START position. The engine roared to a start and Jordan laughed. He moved the car from P into 1st and drove off the parking lot.
---
Two hours later, he arrived at his new house. He pulled slowly into the driveway and turned the car off. He exited the car, grinning while looking at the monstrosity. He walked up, and inserted the key into the lock, twisted it, and the door unlocked. He twisted the door knob and walked in. He threw his keys onto the coffee table and then plopped down into the leather sofa chair, relaxing in the non-crappy-hospital-shit chair. He looked straight into the camera. He calmly folded his arms, looking oh so confident.
Jordan ~ NOW! .. ~
He screamed, pointing a finger at the camera, veins in his arm pulsing. His face looked enraged. His eyes were on fire. He then laughed, crossed his arms again and sat up straight in the couch, relaxing his face.
Jordan ~ .. to get down to business. I know, I've seemed a bit ..
He scratched his chin as he searched for the word.
Jordan ~ .. ah bloody hell, why not. Insane lately, with the whole crashing my car, blowing it up and trying to kill myself business, but luckily, with the help of trained professionals, and you all know Versage, I've worked through this. So now, I will have to address the current matters of interest .. my match this week on Side Effect. It's quite a large match, featuring six people, that is including myself. It is for the number one contender-ship of the XTreme title .. and I intend to win this damn match. I don't care if there's a hundred men going to be in that ring, I will annihilate all of them to get one step closer to that title.
He pulls out a cigarette, and as always, just looks at it and it lights. He takes a couple long drags, letting the smoke float where ever it pleases, then snuffs it out on his left arm. He throws the butt of it down on the floor. He then looks back to the camera to continue talking.
Jordan ~ Okay, now that my nerves are calmed again, I need to continue. Wait .. who is the first guy ? Damn .. I can't remember his name. Jamie .. Josey .. Jamal .. Jacqueline .. OH YEAH! Jason Cane. I have but one question .. who .. the hell .. are you? I think, maybe, I might've seen you on last week's show .. if so, you obviously weren't too spectacular if I can't even remember you for fuck sakes. Next I'm moving on to .. JohnJohn Koas. So, Johnny boy, Koas, hmm? Like the sound of that .. sounds like you're going to be some competition. The only problem with that theory is that, just like Jacqueline over there, I can't seem to place your face. I do believe you two are the jack offs that lost to Black Jack, the Icon. I guess I can't blame you for losing to him, but come on. You could've at least hit the guy with a descent punch. Jeez. Next, I'll move on to .. uhm .. let me see .. Ritalin ! Didn't I face you before, dicksmack? Didn't I win? I think so. Ha, so I already got the advantage.
Jordan seems to be acting a little childish. Maybe it's the therapy, but who cares? He's cutting a promo, so I doubt the camera man is going to interrupt and set off the time bomb. Jordan pulls out a piece of paper, and smiles.
Jordan ~ Woo hoo ! Next is Versy boy ! I have a deep respect for this man. He saved me when he could have easily just picked up that gun, shot me in the head, and put me out of my misery, but he saved my life. Thank you Vers. Okay, now we have Thor, who I have already pinned, so it shouldn't be a problem. This poor fuck doesn't even have a win yet in the XVI .. I know, I only have one, but that's because I didn't have a match this week. If I did, I wouldn't won it. Obviously. So Thor, be prepared to be de-horned, buck-o.
Jordan laughs, throwing the sheet of paper into the air. It slowly floats to the ground, where it lands. He looks at it.
Jordan ~ See that sheet of paper? See how effortlessly it floats to the ground? That is the amount of effortlessness I feel toward this match. This is going to be a piece of cake. Remember, a rose petal it but a rose petal, but a thorn can be annoying, and eventually, you'll want to kill the thorn. Good thing this thorn is irremovable. The only man in this match that MIGHT be a challenge, and no offense to him, is ol' Flamebaker. Soo good luck to you all, you'll need it .. bitches.
Jordan stands up, and tells the cameraman to lay the camera on the sofa beside him, so he does. The second the camera is out of his hands, he is hit with the Shards of Glass. He hits the floor, not even flinching. Jordan stands up, and laughs. He looks toward the camera. He puts a thumbs up with a smile on his face. Suddenly, his face turns grave and his thumbs up, turns into a thumbs down. He punches the camera, and the TV set is filled with static.
-EndScene-
