Post by Jordan "Bullet Proof" Glass on May 3, 2007 19:52:17 GMT -5
| You opened my eyes .. |
You're a part of my past, not my future.
I'm finished with you.
You'll never know my kiss again,
and now you don't know what to do.
You sit at home alone now,
your time is growing thin.
He's abandoned you,
there's no way you can win.
You're lonely now and sick
of the way you feel.
I really couldn't care less.
Having me wasn't part of this deal.
I see you sitting there,
feeling so alone.
I smile, thinking to myself,
"Time to go home."
I walk home alone,
thinking about someone else.
The person she doesn't know,
to her I won't refuse.
---
Your television set is engulfed with white noise. The screen is snowy and all you can hear is static. Then, you hear 'his' voice. You recognize it right away. How could you forget a voice so demandingly powerful?
Jordan ~ It's something you can't control. It's something that can make things worse or better with the sound of one word. It's something that can rip your life to pieces and make it a living hell or make it heaven on earth.
What is it you ask? It is ..
.. your feelings.
Your screen goes from the white noise to a shot of 'the' room. As familiar as it is, every time you see it you have a feeling of complete awe.
The paintings on the walls are so beautiful, full of color and life. The sculptures are so fluid and flowing. The fireplace is so wonderfully carved out of limestone.
And then there's him. He is a masterpiece among himself. He looks as if he was carved out of stone by the most skilled of sculptors. He sits so still, so rock-like. Not blinking, not flinching .. not moving in the slightest.
In his hand is a tall, thin glass filled with a red liquid, which you assume is red wine. His fingers are wrapped around the neck of the glass, loosely but tight enough to keep it's contents from spilling.
He is wearing a long black leather trench coat, which glimmers in the moonlight which is seeping into the room through the open blinds. His face is stoic, as if it was a rock. His lips don't quiver, his eyes don't blink.
Then, his eyes did blink.
Jordan ~ This is something I thought would never happen.
The words escaped his mouth like running gazelle, speeding and out of sight before you even acknowledge their presence. Before you realized what they were, they were gone.
He begins to swirl the glass, sloshing around the red wine which it contained. He just sat there, twirling the glass between his fingers.
Underneath his coat was a white muscle shirt, and on his legs were a pair of dark navy jeans. On his feet were a pair a black Reeboks with white bottoms.
His hair was straight, covering his eyes in almost completely, but you could still make out his gray irises. Even behind the wall of black strands you could see them sparkle and dance within his head.
Around his neck hung his sterling silver chain, which draped around the V in his neck loosely. On his right ring-finger was his sparkling silver ring with the purple gemstone as its center piece.
Jordan ~ I have gone beyond anything I thought I would accomplish. I have a match this Sunday at Side Effect against the Xtreme Vicious Intent World Champion, Szaban. He has beaten the man who I thought couldn't be beaten, "The Morning Star" Johnny Mental. I can't believe this.
He licks his lips, wetting them with his sweet saliva.
Jordan ~ I thought when I lost my belt that everything would go downhill. That was the first thing that crossed my mind when I hear Rachel's name be announced.
Then Makaveli called me and told me who I was facing this week. I never thought it could be true. It didn't really hit me until after I shot my last promo, but then I realized .. this could be it. If I win, I could go on, beat him again and then I'd be the next XVI World Champion ..
Jordan stops swirling the wine long enough to take a slight slip of it, then continues to twirl the glass between his long fingers.
Jordan ~ I guess .. well, I know .. that I'm moving up on the scale. I've got a promotion, for lack of a better word. I'm up in the big leagues, and there's nothing anyone can do to slow me down.
I'm ready for anything anyone can throw at me. Szaban, G-Dawg, Rachel, Calaz, Prozac .. ANYONE.
Suddenly, there's a ringing sound. Jordan lays down his glass of wine, then grabs his phone off the table beside him and looks at the screen. He smiles, flipping the phone open and pressing the talk button. He raises the Motorola Razr to his ear.
Jordan ~ Finally decided to return my call, huh? - - - I know, you've been busy, doing all those interviews. You know everyone wants the scoop on you. - - - When I saw you on the show, I just had to give you a call. That's it. It's not like I know anyone who knows you. - - - No, I didn't hear anything. - - - Yes, I saw your interview on the net. - - - Yes, you were beautiful.
Jordan smiles, chuckling a little.
Jordan ~ I'm not kidding! What's up with you? - - - You know you're drop dead gorgeous. - - - YEAH RIGHT! She doesn't even compare to you. - - - Oh, alright then. - - - Okay, see you on Sunday? - - - You better be there! I don't want you to miss my match, and after maybe we can go to dinner? - - - Okay, that's great.
Jordan's smile grows as he speaks.
Jordan ~ Yeah okay. - - - See you then! - - - Bye bye.
Jordan flips the phone closed, then lays it back on the table. He stares at it for a minute, seemingly off in his own little world. Then he remembers he's still on camera, and turns back to look into the lens.
Jordan ~ Oops. Sorry, had to take that. Anyways .. where was I?
He takes a moment to gather his thoughts, then goes to speak again.
Jordan ~ Like I was saying, I don't care who Makaveli puts me up against, I'm going to destroy them all. I'll obliterate every last person in this federation if I have to. I'll leave scars, I'll break bones, I'll even end careers if I have to. I'm not letting this opportunity get away. Nope, not this time.
He picks the glass of wine back up, gulping the remainder down into his throat. As the last drop of the liquid trickles down his gorge, he slams the glass down onto the table. It smashes, pieces of glass flying everywhere. He smiles devilishly.
Jordan ~ Glass shatters .. and when it does, watch how you handle it, it just might cut you.
Jordan gets to his feet, walking over the smashed wine glass, crunching it under his size 16 foot. As he walks out the door, the room goes pitch black.
| .. I can see beauty again, and that beauty is you. |
[/i]You're a part of my past, not my future.
I'm finished with you.
You'll never know my kiss again,
and now you don't know what to do.
You sit at home alone now,
your time is growing thin.
He's abandoned you,
there's no way you can win.
You're lonely now and sick
of the way you feel.
I really couldn't care less.
Having me wasn't part of this deal.
I see you sitting there,
feeling so alone.
I smile, thinking to myself,
"Time to go home."
I walk home alone,
thinking about someone else.
The person she doesn't know,
to her I won't refuse.
---
Your television set is engulfed with white noise. The screen is snowy and all you can hear is static. Then, you hear 'his' voice. You recognize it right away. How could you forget a voice so demandingly powerful?
Jordan ~ It's something you can't control. It's something that can make things worse or better with the sound of one word. It's something that can rip your life to pieces and make it a living hell or make it heaven on earth.
What is it you ask? It is ..
.. your feelings.
Your screen goes from the white noise to a shot of 'the' room. As familiar as it is, every time you see it you have a feeling of complete awe.
The paintings on the walls are so beautiful, full of color and life. The sculptures are so fluid and flowing. The fireplace is so wonderfully carved out of limestone.
And then there's him. He is a masterpiece among himself. He looks as if he was carved out of stone by the most skilled of sculptors. He sits so still, so rock-like. Not blinking, not flinching .. not moving in the slightest.
In his hand is a tall, thin glass filled with a red liquid, which you assume is red wine. His fingers are wrapped around the neck of the glass, loosely but tight enough to keep it's contents from spilling.
He is wearing a long black leather trench coat, which glimmers in the moonlight which is seeping into the room through the open blinds. His face is stoic, as if it was a rock. His lips don't quiver, his eyes don't blink.
Then, his eyes did blink.
Jordan ~ This is something I thought would never happen.
The words escaped his mouth like running gazelle, speeding and out of sight before you even acknowledge their presence. Before you realized what they were, they were gone.
He begins to swirl the glass, sloshing around the red wine which it contained. He just sat there, twirling the glass between his fingers.
Underneath his coat was a white muscle shirt, and on his legs were a pair of dark navy jeans. On his feet were a pair a black Reeboks with white bottoms.
His hair was straight, covering his eyes in almost completely, but you could still make out his gray irises. Even behind the wall of black strands you could see them sparkle and dance within his head.
Around his neck hung his sterling silver chain, which draped around the V in his neck loosely. On his right ring-finger was his sparkling silver ring with the purple gemstone as its center piece.
Jordan ~ I have gone beyond anything I thought I would accomplish. I have a match this Sunday at Side Effect against the Xtreme Vicious Intent World Champion, Szaban. He has beaten the man who I thought couldn't be beaten, "The Morning Star" Johnny Mental. I can't believe this.
He licks his lips, wetting them with his sweet saliva.
Jordan ~ I thought when I lost my belt that everything would go downhill. That was the first thing that crossed my mind when I hear Rachel's name be announced.
Then Makaveli called me and told me who I was facing this week. I never thought it could be true. It didn't really hit me until after I shot my last promo, but then I realized .. this could be it. If I win, I could go on, beat him again and then I'd be the next XVI World Champion ..
Jordan stops swirling the wine long enough to take a slight slip of it, then continues to twirl the glass between his long fingers.
Jordan ~ I guess .. well, I know .. that I'm moving up on the scale. I've got a promotion, for lack of a better word. I'm up in the big leagues, and there's nothing anyone can do to slow me down.
I'm ready for anything anyone can throw at me. Szaban, G-Dawg, Rachel, Calaz, Prozac .. ANYONE.
Suddenly, there's a ringing sound. Jordan lays down his glass of wine, then grabs his phone off the table beside him and looks at the screen. He smiles, flipping the phone open and pressing the talk button. He raises the Motorola Razr to his ear.
Jordan ~ Finally decided to return my call, huh? - - - I know, you've been busy, doing all those interviews. You know everyone wants the scoop on you. - - - When I saw you on the show, I just had to give you a call. That's it. It's not like I know anyone who knows you. - - - No, I didn't hear anything. - - - Yes, I saw your interview on the net. - - - Yes, you were beautiful.
Jordan smiles, chuckling a little.
Jordan ~ I'm not kidding! What's up with you? - - - You know you're drop dead gorgeous. - - - YEAH RIGHT! She doesn't even compare to you. - - - Oh, alright then. - - - Okay, see you on Sunday? - - - You better be there! I don't want you to miss my match, and after maybe we can go to dinner? - - - Okay, that's great.
Jordan's smile grows as he speaks.
Jordan ~ Yeah okay. - - - See you then! - - - Bye bye.
Jordan flips the phone closed, then lays it back on the table. He stares at it for a minute, seemingly off in his own little world. Then he remembers he's still on camera, and turns back to look into the lens.
Jordan ~ Oops. Sorry, had to take that. Anyways .. where was I?
He takes a moment to gather his thoughts, then goes to speak again.
Jordan ~ Like I was saying, I don't care who Makaveli puts me up against, I'm going to destroy them all. I'll obliterate every last person in this federation if I have to. I'll leave scars, I'll break bones, I'll even end careers if I have to. I'm not letting this opportunity get away. Nope, not this time.
He picks the glass of wine back up, gulping the remainder down into his throat. As the last drop of the liquid trickles down his gorge, he slams the glass down onto the table. It smashes, pieces of glass flying everywhere. He smiles devilishly.
Jordan ~ Glass shatters .. and when it does, watch how you handle it, it just might cut you.
Jordan gets to his feet, walking over the smashed wine glass, crunching it under his size 16 foot. As he walks out the door, the room goes pitch black.
| .. I can see beauty again, and that beauty is you. |
