Post by Jordan "Bullet Proof" Glass on Mar 6, 2007 22:09:02 GMT -5
The scene opens up in the arena. The crowd is talking, not paying much attention to the show, seeing as it has pretty much blown so far. Suddenly, foot steps are heard over the PA. The crowd hush as a pane of glass appears on the titantron, then it shatters with the sound effect just as the bass line of "Miss Murder" hits. The crowd goes from being quiet, to being on their feet screaming at the top of their lungs. The lights dim down and a single white pyro shoots up into the sky. When it ceases a single spotlight shines down to where the pyro shot from. Exactly on the point of ignition stands Jordan Glass in his signature long black trench coat and black jeans. On his feet were his trademark black leather boots with white laces. Around his neck, was something new though. A small silver necklace, with a silver ring on it. Another thing that was strange was in his hand it looked like he had some sort of vest. It was blueish-grey and the covering of it looked like a mesh sort of fabric. He made his way down the ramp, head turning left and right to look at the fans. Every now and then, he'd smile, but there was a stern look implanted onto his face. He slid into the ring and jumped to his feet. On his leg there was a slight bulge around his knee, which must have been his knee brace he was required to wear until the match. He walked over the to turnbuckle and unlaced the vest, then laced it back up, onto the turnbuckle. He then turns away from the turnbuckle, looking around at the crowd. He walks to the center of the ring, bends over, picks up the microphone thats there and raises it to his smooth lips to talk.
Jordan ~ Hello XVI fans .. how are we all tonight ?
The crowd explodes again with cheers and jeers. Jordan laughs.
Jordan ~ Yeah, okay. Anyways, I'm here to let everyone know something. I am dropping out of my match at Side Effect. It's too much after all the stress I'm after going through.
The crowd goes insane with boo's and screaming. They hate the idea of not getting to see Jordan take out five other men. Jordan laughs again.
Jordan ~ The odds are way against me. There's next to no chance of me winning. It's one on five for Jesus' sake. Plus, I'm not at one hundred percent, mind or body. It's just way too much stress for me right after having a nervous break down. If I push myself too hard, I might go back to where I was, and I don't want that. No, no way do I want that. Besides, I can't train as hard as I'd like because of this god damned leg. It's a pain in the ass, but hey, it's my own damned fault.
The fans seemed to have turned against Jordan. By the time he was finishing off, he could barely be heard because of the amount of booing the fans are doing. They are enraged. The security guards are having trouble stopping some of them from jumping over the black metal barrier. Suddenly, Jordan explodes into laughter. He looks like he's going to pass out he's laughing so hard. His face turns red and tears begin to run down his face. When he stops, the crowd is confused. They are talking among their selves. Jordan puts the microphone back to his mouth.
Jordan ~ You idiots. This is the best joke I've ever played. Oh wow. You guys are so gullible. Do you actually think that I would do that? I'm not that cowardly. If every bone in my body was broken I wouldn't back down from this. For god sakes, I got a chance at the number one contendership for the Xtreme title. Not just going to pass that up. I'm not that stupid. So now you're wondering what I have to tell you, right ?
The crowd erupts again, this time with jeers of joy. They are relieved to know Jordan will be competing in the match after all. It wouldn't be a match with him, now would it?
Jordan ~ I, Jordan Carter Francis Glass, declare myself .. BULLET PROOF!
He looks around, the crowd seems to be laughing. Whether it's at his middle names, or the whole of what he just said, they are laughing. Jordan looks offended.
Jordan ~ I do intend to say why I do declare this, so shut up and listen.
The crowd quiets down, wanting to hear what Jordan has to say.
Jordan ~ I am bullet proof because of the following reasons, which I will list right now. One, because I won my debut here in XVI, which is a feat upon itself. Number two, In my first match I defeated four other men. This is obviously an amazing accomplishment. Who else could have done that? Not many people here in the XVI. Numero trois, I am in a match, for my second match ever, that stipulates that I could become the number one contender for the XTreme championship. Fourth reason is, if I win this match I will go on to face the XTreme champion at the yet-to-be-named pay per view. Number five, if I win THAT match, I will become the XTreme champion, which means I will hold my first ever gold. And finally, number six, I was face to face with a NP - 27, and survived. So stick that in your pipe and smoke it Jamie Canne .. wait, is that his name? Ah, fuck it.
Jordan paces a little at this point. The crowd is still silent, awaiting the next word to grace their god's lips. Jordan smiles.
Jordan ~ Now, I will tell you why my opponents ARE NOT bullet proof. Okay. Jacqueline, you're not bullet proof because, well .. nobody even fucking knows you, so if they did shoot you, they'd thing it'd be no big loss. Hence, you're NOT bullet proof. Bye bye! Now, for Johnboy. You are not bullet proof because apparently, you're "in a league of your own", therefore if you were shot, nobody would know because nobody watches your "league" because it simply sucks. Aurevoir. Next up, drugboy, Ritalin. You're not bulletproof 'cause your kind get shot everyday. Y'know, the drug dealers? They get shot, their bodies lay in the rain, which washes you into the sewers. See you later, dicksmack. Now for BeastBoy. Thor, you are not bullet proof because you got them damn wings, hence I will call you a fucking bird. Birds are hunted, hence they get shot. BANG! Beastboy, is dead. Now .. to my pal, Versy. Versage, sorry but I got to do this. As you said, ring shit is ring shit, so the shit is getting' piled on high here tonight.
Jordan laughs at his own joke. A few fans in the crowd laugh, but for the most part it stays silent. Jordan frowns.
Jordan ~ Tough fucking crowd. Anyways, Vers, you are not bullet proof because you was in the damn SEALs. Guns equals bullets equals shot equals NOT BULLET PROOF. Bye bye Flamebaker. Now, for my final point, before I go fuck some bitch I met at a party, I will tell you all why I am more so bullet proof than .. ~
Jordan spins around, and points at the vest.
Jordan ~ .. that mother fucker. I am more bullet proof than a damn vest because .. well .. I can run from a damn bullet. That thing just sits there and takes the fucker. It's MADE to be shot, where as I am made to destroy all those who stand in my way. This is what I will do at Side Effect. That is exactly what I'll do. I will destroy all of these men, and when the dust settles I will stand above all of them, victorious. Be ready, bitches, because I am coming to get you, and when a crazy man comes to get you, he'll get you, even if it kills him.
With that, Jordan drops the microphone and pulls out his NP - 27 and shoots a full round into the vest. He laughs as he drops the gun and rolls out of the ring. He slowly walks up the ramp, looking around at the screaming fans as Miss Murder blasts over the PA. He has a huge smile on his face. His grey eyes are shining in the lights, almost like dead diamonds. He stands at the top of the ramp, and closes his eyes. Suddenly, a thunder bolt fires down from the roof, hitting Jordan. It sustains for about five to ten seconds, then disperses. Jordan is gone, and all that's left in his place is a black rose petal on the ramp ..
[OOC: Sorry I didn't have it up sooner, busy two days.]
Jordan ~ Hello XVI fans .. how are we all tonight ?
The crowd explodes again with cheers and jeers. Jordan laughs.
Jordan ~ Yeah, okay. Anyways, I'm here to let everyone know something. I am dropping out of my match at Side Effect. It's too much after all the stress I'm after going through.
The crowd goes insane with boo's and screaming. They hate the idea of not getting to see Jordan take out five other men. Jordan laughs again.
Jordan ~ The odds are way against me. There's next to no chance of me winning. It's one on five for Jesus' sake. Plus, I'm not at one hundred percent, mind or body. It's just way too much stress for me right after having a nervous break down. If I push myself too hard, I might go back to where I was, and I don't want that. No, no way do I want that. Besides, I can't train as hard as I'd like because of this god damned leg. It's a pain in the ass, but hey, it's my own damned fault.
The fans seemed to have turned against Jordan. By the time he was finishing off, he could barely be heard because of the amount of booing the fans are doing. They are enraged. The security guards are having trouble stopping some of them from jumping over the black metal barrier. Suddenly, Jordan explodes into laughter. He looks like he's going to pass out he's laughing so hard. His face turns red and tears begin to run down his face. When he stops, the crowd is confused. They are talking among their selves. Jordan puts the microphone back to his mouth.
Jordan ~ You idiots. This is the best joke I've ever played. Oh wow. You guys are so gullible. Do you actually think that I would do that? I'm not that cowardly. If every bone in my body was broken I wouldn't back down from this. For god sakes, I got a chance at the number one contendership for the Xtreme title. Not just going to pass that up. I'm not that stupid. So now you're wondering what I have to tell you, right ?
The crowd erupts again, this time with jeers of joy. They are relieved to know Jordan will be competing in the match after all. It wouldn't be a match with him, now would it?
Jordan ~ I, Jordan Carter Francis Glass, declare myself .. BULLET PROOF!
He looks around, the crowd seems to be laughing. Whether it's at his middle names, or the whole of what he just said, they are laughing. Jordan looks offended.
Jordan ~ I do intend to say why I do declare this, so shut up and listen.
The crowd quiets down, wanting to hear what Jordan has to say.
Jordan ~ I am bullet proof because of the following reasons, which I will list right now. One, because I won my debut here in XVI, which is a feat upon itself. Number two, In my first match I defeated four other men. This is obviously an amazing accomplishment. Who else could have done that? Not many people here in the XVI. Numero trois, I am in a match, for my second match ever, that stipulates that I could become the number one contender for the XTreme championship. Fourth reason is, if I win this match I will go on to face the XTreme champion at the yet-to-be-named pay per view. Number five, if I win THAT match, I will become the XTreme champion, which means I will hold my first ever gold. And finally, number six, I was face to face with a NP - 27, and survived. So stick that in your pipe and smoke it Jamie Canne .. wait, is that his name? Ah, fuck it.
Jordan paces a little at this point. The crowd is still silent, awaiting the next word to grace their god's lips. Jordan smiles.
Jordan ~ Now, I will tell you why my opponents ARE NOT bullet proof. Okay. Jacqueline, you're not bullet proof because, well .. nobody even fucking knows you, so if they did shoot you, they'd thing it'd be no big loss. Hence, you're NOT bullet proof. Bye bye! Now, for Johnboy. You are not bullet proof because apparently, you're "in a league of your own", therefore if you were shot, nobody would know because nobody watches your "league" because it simply sucks. Aurevoir. Next up, drugboy, Ritalin. You're not bulletproof 'cause your kind get shot everyday. Y'know, the drug dealers? They get shot, their bodies lay in the rain, which washes you into the sewers. See you later, dicksmack. Now for BeastBoy. Thor, you are not bullet proof because you got them damn wings, hence I will call you a fucking bird. Birds are hunted, hence they get shot. BANG! Beastboy, is dead. Now .. to my pal, Versy. Versage, sorry but I got to do this. As you said, ring shit is ring shit, so the shit is getting' piled on high here tonight.
Jordan laughs at his own joke. A few fans in the crowd laugh, but for the most part it stays silent. Jordan frowns.
Jordan ~ Tough fucking crowd. Anyways, Vers, you are not bullet proof because you was in the damn SEALs. Guns equals bullets equals shot equals NOT BULLET PROOF. Bye bye Flamebaker. Now, for my final point, before I go fuck some bitch I met at a party, I will tell you all why I am more so bullet proof than .. ~
Jordan spins around, and points at the vest.
Jordan ~ .. that mother fucker. I am more bullet proof than a damn vest because .. well .. I can run from a damn bullet. That thing just sits there and takes the fucker. It's MADE to be shot, where as I am made to destroy all those who stand in my way. This is what I will do at Side Effect. That is exactly what I'll do. I will destroy all of these men, and when the dust settles I will stand above all of them, victorious. Be ready, bitches, because I am coming to get you, and when a crazy man comes to get you, he'll get you, even if it kills him.
With that, Jordan drops the microphone and pulls out his NP - 27 and shoots a full round into the vest. He laughs as he drops the gun and rolls out of the ring. He slowly walks up the ramp, looking around at the screaming fans as Miss Murder blasts over the PA. He has a huge smile on his face. His grey eyes are shining in the lights, almost like dead diamonds. He stands at the top of the ramp, and closes his eyes. Suddenly, a thunder bolt fires down from the roof, hitting Jordan. It sustains for about five to ten seconds, then disperses. Jordan is gone, and all that's left in his place is a black rose petal on the ramp ..
[OOC: Sorry I didn't have it up sooner, busy two days.]
