Post by Jordan "Bullet Proof" Glass on May 31, 2007 22:20:36 GMT -5
| The end is near .. |
This is the end of everything,
and we stand above the rest.
Looking down upon them all,
as they wallow in their self pity.
This is the end of everything,
and we stand above the rest.
Smoke billows, rain falls,
nothing can stop us now.
This is the end of everything,
and we stand above the rest.
They all begin to end their lives,
and we stand here and laugh.
---
He did it, he won the Ultimate Assault. He had his chance now to finally capture what it was all about, the Xtreme Vicious Intent World Championship.
He would normally be planning a attack layout for the match at The American Dream, but he couldn't with all the commotion surrounding the coveted belt as of late. Nobody knew what was happening in XVI, only Makaveli and Jihad Sullivan. Jihad might not even be aware of what Makaveli had planned for the title ..
but then again, he didn't really care. He had what he wanted. His tag titles with The Dark HalO. The Devil and The Fallen Angel, finally together. What a team they would be ..
.. and Jordan knew a lot about teams. He had been in one for the last couple months, but he had rid himself of that drag-down. He had cost Jordan too many bad matches and had brought a shame to Jordan's image that he could no longer stand for. Jake was gone now, and Jordan stood alone. The way he liked it.
.. but there there was Alyssa, of coarse. He wasn't alone .. there was her. She was there beside him almost always. He flew her in from British Columbia whenever he could. He told her whenever she felt comfortable, she could move in with him but she refused, saying that it would be moving too fast. He understood, seeing as they had only been dating for a little over two weeks.
But now, he felt he had to concentrate on something else, his match with Ticker this week on Side Effect. Even though he had won the biggest match in XVI history thus far, that didn't mean he didn't take every match as seriously as that one. No matter who he was going against, he'd do his best to give the best show he could.
.. that didn't mean he wasn't cocky though.
---
Jordan "Bullet Proof" Glass sat on his bed sheets once again, but this time he was fully clothed. He was wearing a pair of black dress pants with a white dress shirt and a red tie. Over the shirt was a black blazer with a red handkerchief in the breast pocket. On his feet were a pair of black Reeboks with red laces.
He sat there, staring into the camera, his shining grey orbs drilling into you. They shimmered in the light being cast from the crystal chandelier that hung from the center of the room. The crystal reflected the light all around the room in separated beams.
Jordan ~ And now I'm Mister Ultimate Assault. The first in history. Not just XVI history, but all professional wrestling history. There is not one other professional wrestler that can say they have felt as I felt as I grasped that case and fell from the sky and into that ring.
Jordan blinks, licking his moist lips before he continues.
Jordan ~ This is something that I have waited for since day one here in XVI, a shot at the World Championship. At The American Dream, that's exactly what I have. Whoever you are, Xtreme Vicious Intent World Champion, I'm coming for you, full tilt, and nobody can stop me.
Jordan stands up, taking slow steps across the room.
Jordan ~ Now, it's time for me to focus on the task at hand. Ticker .. what do you think you're doing? Don't fool yourself, BOY. You can't take me on. You couldn't take me on if I was tied, gagged and blindfolded. There's no way that you'll come out on top at Side Effect, no way.
Jordan reaches his bureau at stares into the mirror at his reflection.
Jordan ~ Take a good look at me, Tick. You're staring at your demise, little man. Nothing you can do will bring me to my knees. You give me all you can muster, and I'll tear you to pieces like a sheet of paper. You have a snowball's chance in hell of winning, Ticker. You might as well forfeit now.
Jordan spins on his heel, turning toward the door. He walks toward it as he continues talking.
Jordan ~ You see, everything I say has a purpose. Now I'm going to say something you never thought you'd all hear me say.
Jake Xavier is an idiot, and if I ever see that bastard's face again it'll be too soon. I hate the mother fucker, I wish he was dead. I'm giving you a warning now, Jake. If you come anywhere near me, I'm going to hit you so hard that you'll feel it when you're a hundred and sixty.
Jordan walks out the door and turns right, walking up the hall toward the spiraling flight of stairs.
Jordan ~ Everything you do Jake, I'm going to be watching. Don't say the wrong thing, don't make the wrong move. The first time you slip up and piss me off, you're dead and buried. You can't touch me, and neither can Ticker.
Jordan reaches the stairs, slowly taking each step gracefully down over the spiraling pathway. As he reached the bottom, a ringing sound could be heard. Jordan puts his hand into his pocket and pulls out a Motorola Razr. He looks at the screen, then smiles, flipping it open and putting it up to his ear.
Jordan ~ Hey babes. - - - What's up? - - - Oh, awesome. Not much, just in the middle of a promo and then going out to supper with Dad. - - - No, no. That's alright. You're not interrupting. I'm just bad mouthing Jake and Ticker. - - - Oh, Ticker is my opponent this week on Side Effect. - - - Okay, hold on.
Jordan takes the phone away from his ear and presses a couple of buttons.
Jordan ~ You there?
Alyssa ~ Yeah.
Jordan ~ Alright, you're on speaker phone. Go ahead.
Alyssa ~ Listen here Jake. You've screwed up things for Jordan one too many times and whatever he does to you isn't bad enough.
And Ticker, you can't beat Jordan. You just can't. He is Mister Ultimate Assault. There's just no way pal. No way.
Jordan laughs.
Alyssa ~ What are you laughing at?!
Jordan smiles.
Jordan ~ You! I didn't realize you could be so aggressive and blunt.
Now Alyssa laughs.
Alyssa ~ You'll get used to it eventually. Anyways, I got to go. I have to finish this article.
Jordan ~ Alright hun. Talk to you soon?
Alyssa ~ Yep. Bye bye!
Jordan ~ Bye!
Jordan flips the phone closed, placing it in his inside jacket pocket. He smiles at the camera, a sparkle dancing in his eye.
Jordan ~ I've got a good feeling about her.
Anyways, about time to wrap this up. Don't want to keep Dad waiting.
Jordan brushes his bang out of his eyes, smiling devilishly.
Jordan ~ You two keep in mind ..
Needles prick, knives cut .. but glass scars. I'm going to scar Ticker come Side Effect, and whenever Jake gets in my way, which I know he will, he'll get it times ten.
Jordan turns on his heel and walks away as your screen flashes white, and then goes to white noise. The snowy view and the static fill you room. Suddenly, the static lowers and someones voice can be heard ..
---
When the dust settles,
and all is written in stone,
I will stand above the rest,
gazing down on the misery
that engulfs the world today.
Nothing you can do or say
can stop anything that
is meant to happen.
Which is why in the end
I'll be the one still standing.
I'll be the one standing tall.
I'll be the one with his hand held high.
I'll be the wiser one.
I'll be the superior.
I'll be the beginning, the middle and the end.
I'll be ..
[glow=black,2,300]INVINCIBLE.[/glow]
| .. and I'll bring it upon us. |
This is the end of everything,
and we stand above the rest.
Looking down upon them all,
as they wallow in their self pity.
This is the end of everything,
and we stand above the rest.
Smoke billows, rain falls,
nothing can stop us now.
This is the end of everything,
and we stand above the rest.
They all begin to end their lives,
and we stand here and laugh.
---
He did it, he won the Ultimate Assault. He had his chance now to finally capture what it was all about, the Xtreme Vicious Intent World Championship.
He would normally be planning a attack layout for the match at The American Dream, but he couldn't with all the commotion surrounding the coveted belt as of late. Nobody knew what was happening in XVI, only Makaveli and Jihad Sullivan. Jihad might not even be aware of what Makaveli had planned for the title ..
but then again, he didn't really care. He had what he wanted. His tag titles with The Dark HalO. The Devil and The Fallen Angel, finally together. What a team they would be ..
.. and Jordan knew a lot about teams. He had been in one for the last couple months, but he had rid himself of that drag-down. He had cost Jordan too many bad matches and had brought a shame to Jordan's image that he could no longer stand for. Jake was gone now, and Jordan stood alone. The way he liked it.
.. but there there was Alyssa, of coarse. He wasn't alone .. there was her. She was there beside him almost always. He flew her in from British Columbia whenever he could. He told her whenever she felt comfortable, she could move in with him but she refused, saying that it would be moving too fast. He understood, seeing as they had only been dating for a little over two weeks.
But now, he felt he had to concentrate on something else, his match with Ticker this week on Side Effect. Even though he had won the biggest match in XVI history thus far, that didn't mean he didn't take every match as seriously as that one. No matter who he was going against, he'd do his best to give the best show he could.
.. that didn't mean he wasn't cocky though.
---
Jordan "Bullet Proof" Glass sat on his bed sheets once again, but this time he was fully clothed. He was wearing a pair of black dress pants with a white dress shirt and a red tie. Over the shirt was a black blazer with a red handkerchief in the breast pocket. On his feet were a pair of black Reeboks with red laces.
He sat there, staring into the camera, his shining grey orbs drilling into you. They shimmered in the light being cast from the crystal chandelier that hung from the center of the room. The crystal reflected the light all around the room in separated beams.
Jordan ~ And now I'm Mister Ultimate Assault. The first in history. Not just XVI history, but all professional wrestling history. There is not one other professional wrestler that can say they have felt as I felt as I grasped that case and fell from the sky and into that ring.
Jordan blinks, licking his moist lips before he continues.
Jordan ~ This is something that I have waited for since day one here in XVI, a shot at the World Championship. At The American Dream, that's exactly what I have. Whoever you are, Xtreme Vicious Intent World Champion, I'm coming for you, full tilt, and nobody can stop me.
Jordan stands up, taking slow steps across the room.
Jordan ~ Now, it's time for me to focus on the task at hand. Ticker .. what do you think you're doing? Don't fool yourself, BOY. You can't take me on. You couldn't take me on if I was tied, gagged and blindfolded. There's no way that you'll come out on top at Side Effect, no way.
Jordan reaches his bureau at stares into the mirror at his reflection.
Jordan ~ Take a good look at me, Tick. You're staring at your demise, little man. Nothing you can do will bring me to my knees. You give me all you can muster, and I'll tear you to pieces like a sheet of paper. You have a snowball's chance in hell of winning, Ticker. You might as well forfeit now.
Jordan spins on his heel, turning toward the door. He walks toward it as he continues talking.
Jordan ~ You see, everything I say has a purpose. Now I'm going to say something you never thought you'd all hear me say.
Jake Xavier is an idiot, and if I ever see that bastard's face again it'll be too soon. I hate the mother fucker, I wish he was dead. I'm giving you a warning now, Jake. If you come anywhere near me, I'm going to hit you so hard that you'll feel it when you're a hundred and sixty.
Jordan walks out the door and turns right, walking up the hall toward the spiraling flight of stairs.
Jordan ~ Everything you do Jake, I'm going to be watching. Don't say the wrong thing, don't make the wrong move. The first time you slip up and piss me off, you're dead and buried. You can't touch me, and neither can Ticker.
Jordan reaches the stairs, slowly taking each step gracefully down over the spiraling pathway. As he reached the bottom, a ringing sound could be heard. Jordan puts his hand into his pocket and pulls out a Motorola Razr. He looks at the screen, then smiles, flipping it open and putting it up to his ear.
Jordan ~ Hey babes. - - - What's up? - - - Oh, awesome. Not much, just in the middle of a promo and then going out to supper with Dad. - - - No, no. That's alright. You're not interrupting. I'm just bad mouthing Jake and Ticker. - - - Oh, Ticker is my opponent this week on Side Effect. - - - Okay, hold on.
Jordan takes the phone away from his ear and presses a couple of buttons.
Jordan ~ You there?
Alyssa ~ Yeah.
Jordan ~ Alright, you're on speaker phone. Go ahead.
Alyssa ~ Listen here Jake. You've screwed up things for Jordan one too many times and whatever he does to you isn't bad enough.
And Ticker, you can't beat Jordan. You just can't. He is Mister Ultimate Assault. There's just no way pal. No way.
Jordan laughs.
Alyssa ~ What are you laughing at?!
Jordan smiles.
Jordan ~ You! I didn't realize you could be so aggressive and blunt.
Now Alyssa laughs.
Alyssa ~ You'll get used to it eventually. Anyways, I got to go. I have to finish this article.
Jordan ~ Alright hun. Talk to you soon?
Alyssa ~ Yep. Bye bye!
Jordan ~ Bye!
Jordan flips the phone closed, placing it in his inside jacket pocket. He smiles at the camera, a sparkle dancing in his eye.
Jordan ~ I've got a good feeling about her.
Anyways, about time to wrap this up. Don't want to keep Dad waiting.
Jordan brushes his bang out of his eyes, smiling devilishly.
Jordan ~ You two keep in mind ..
Needles prick, knives cut .. but glass scars. I'm going to scar Ticker come Side Effect, and whenever Jake gets in my way, which I know he will, he'll get it times ten.
Jordan turns on his heel and walks away as your screen flashes white, and then goes to white noise. The snowy view and the static fill you room. Suddenly, the static lowers and someones voice can be heard ..
---
When the dust settles,
and all is written in stone,
I will stand above the rest,
gazing down on the misery
that engulfs the world today.
Nothing you can do or say
can stop anything that
is meant to happen.
Which is why in the end
I'll be the one still standing.
I'll be the one standing tall.
I'll be the one with his hand held high.
I'll be the wiser one.
I'll be the superior.
I'll be the beginning, the middle and the end.
I'll be ..
[glow=black,2,300]INVINCIBLE.[/glow]
| .. and I'll bring it upon us. |
