Post by Jordan "Bullet Proof" Glass on Jun 13, 2007 18:21:20 GMT -5
This is a
|. Plummeting Shards Creation .|
You may expect anything or nothing.
Think what you may,
but you're about to witness greatness.
---
I said, we'll drown ourselves in misery tonight.
White lies, you've worn out all your dancing shoes this time.
Just give us war-worn lipstick by the door if I inflame.
These eyes have had too much to drink again tonight.
Black skies, we'll douse ourselves in high explosive light.
Just give us war-worn, I've been calling you all week for my shotgun.
Pick up the phone.
Pick up the phone, fucker.
I wanna see what your insides look like,
I bet you're not fucking pretty on the inside.
I wanna see what your insides look like,
I wanna see 'em.
Well, you don't say,
And well I can explain what happened to my face
Late last night.
I sleep in empty pools and vacant alleyways,
And what I'm going through, shot lipgloss through my veins,
And when I can't complain
With the falling rain.
Come on.
I wanna save your heart,
I wanna see what your insides may be like.
'Bury Me In Black - My Chemical Romance'
---
Silence breeds among the crowds which are packed into the XVI arena. The show has not yet begun, hence, not a word has been spoken.
As the many fans settle into their seats, eating their hot-dogs, popcorn and french fries, the announcers begin to converse.
Ed ~ David, at the last Side Effect we saw the King Of The Ring semi-finalists move on.
David ~ Yeah, but I was most surprised that Jordan Glass wasn't fired for his comments toward his boss, Makaveli.
Ed ~ Well, the boss didn't respond verbally, but he's shown that he does have power by pushing Jordan up against former XVI World Champion, Matthew Szaban.
David ~ True .. but then again, Jordan has already defeated Szaban once.
Ed laughs.
Ed ~ Do you remember how he won? Makaveli, the very man Jordan insulted, helped him win that match by over-ruling the referee and making Szaban fight with one arm behind his back.
Just then, footsteps can be heard over the PA system.
David ~ We've witnessed this before.
Ed ~ Yep, at the last Side Effect to be exact. Mister Ultimate Assault is on his way down here.
Suddenly, a deep voice that would strike fear into the hearts of the bravest of men rings over the PA's and out over the ocean of people ..
Voice ~ Are you ready?
The crowd recognizes the voice and an explosion of jubilation resounds across the complete building. It reaches the outmost part of the parking lot, and continues out into the busy night.
Once again, the voice rings in their ears.
Voice ~ It has begun.
Suddenly, the lights dim, as a pane of glass shatters, sounding throughout the arena. The drum solo from "Metalingus" rocks the arena, then stops .. and an explosion goes off. White pyro's shoot into the air as the crowd jump to their feet, screaming salutations to their icon. A single white spotlight shines down on the man standing there, who is covered in mist and fog. He takes two steps forward, stepping out of the mist. He is fully decked out in black. His black leather trench coat hangs down around his leather boots. His black jeans have a chain hanging from one of the belt loops and he is wearing a black muscle shirt. His new blonde, wavy locks draped down around his shoulders and face, accentuating his grey-black eyes. He slowly begins to make his way to the ring, looking around at the crowd. He slides under the bottom rope and jumps up onto his feet. He walks to the back corner of the ring, reaching down to an XVI official and getting a microphone. He stands up in the ring and awaits the silence of the crowd.
David ~ This time, please watch your mouth.
Jordan continues to pace the ring, awaiting the crowd to stop praising the perfection they saw before them. He smiles as they begin to quiet down, now wanting to hear what this man wanted to say. He then stopped in one spot, looking around at the crowd.
He slowly, oh so slowly, raises the microphone to his mouth, then parts his lips. Oh the volumes that one word in his voice spoke.
Jordan ~ Shut up Dave.
Dave looks dumbfounded.
David ~ How'd he know what I said?! It's so loud in here!
Ed ~ The man has his ways.
Jordan laughs, looking down at David. He winks at him, then begins to pace the ring once again. He raises to microphone the his lips once more.
Jordan ~ Makaveli, you coward. How dare you put me up against Matt just one week before King Of The Ring. I know what you're hoping. You're hoping that after I'm done fighting him that I'll be an easy kill for you.
David ~ That would be a smart move on Makaveli's part.
Jordan scoffs, then continues to speak as he quickly walks circles in the ring.
Jordan ~ I told you I'm always one step ahead of you, and this situation is no different. I knew you were going to do that before I came out on Side Effect, you imbecile. I'm not as stupid as you think, Mak. That's not how things work around here. Contrary to popular belief, I'm not scared of you, Szaban, or even The Ruler of ALL, Jihad Sullivan.
Jordan stops pacing, and laughs.
Jordan ~ Speaking of Jihad, I have a couple of comments to make about your little appearance the other night.
Jordan laughs again. He turns, locking his infernal gaze onto the XVItron.
Jordan ~ Not once did I say, King, that I was taking over XVI. I said that soon, I will call the shots, but I didn't say for XVI. I said IN XVI, which has a very different meaning. I meant for myself. I will be able to do what I want, when I want and how I want without any consequences. On the other hand, I did say that WE were taking over. When I say we, I mean .. well, you'll soon see what I mean. Just be patient, Mr. Sullivan. You'll know what I mean soon, very soon.
He smiles, licking his lips, but then continues.
Jordan ~ But you did make one good point, HalO isn't in the equation for the XVI World Championship, and that is a crime. I would love to have the opportunity to fight her. It'd be a great match, as would one between yours truly and you, Devil J. It seems as if 'The Don' doesn't see it that way, though. I'll leave it up to him ..
Jordan smirks, then shakes his head, clearing his mind and regaining his composure.
David ~ Some strong, but somewhat confusing, words there.
Jordan ~ Shut up Dave.
David's eyes open wide, he raises his hands.
David ~ What the hell did I do to him?!
The camera shows Ed laughing so hard tears are running down his cheeks.
David ~ Shut up Ed.
Jordan laughs, rolling his eyes.
He then starts to slowly pace the ring once more as he continues to speak.
Jordan ~ Now it's time for me to focus .. on Mister I-Think-I'm-All-That, Matthew Szaban himself.
The crowd bursts out into boo's. Everyone loves Szaban, and any nay-sayer of him must be hated by the majority. It's just the way the world turns.
Jordan stops pacing and raises his eyebrows, surprised that the fans are booing him.
Jordan ~ Well, what a change. You are booing me instead of cheering. Well then, I have one thing to say ..
Jordan's eyes, which are normally alive and sparkling, now turn dead and enraged.
Jordan ~ .. SHUT THE FUCK UP! I don't give a damn what you idiots think, I'm here to speak my mind. If you don't like that, then get your fat asses up and leave this goddamned show.
Ed ~ Wow. Jordan insulting the fans, this is new.
Jordan glares down at Ed.
Jordan ~ You shut up too.
Ed's eyes go wide.
Ed ~ HEY!
David ~ Not so funny now, is it?
Jordan begins to pace again as a shower of boo's rain down upon him.
Jordan ~ Matt, don't ever say that anything I say is a laugh riot, it'll come back to haunt you. I don't care if I had Makaveli's help to do it, I defeated you FAIR AND SQUARE. I'm not just going to dismiss that, it's a big step. I defeated Matthew Szaban, Champion of Champions, when he was Xtreme Vicious Intent World Champion.
Jordan smiles, but the fans continue to boo.
Jordan ~ But you see, now, both of us are on even ground. Makaveli hates me too, maybe not as much as his deep hate for you, but he still hates me. He wouldn't help me now in anyway. He may just come right on out and take us both out with chair shots and a hundred security officers to keep us off him, but we're on the same page now, Matt.
Jordan stops pacing and locks his gaze on the curtain at the top of the ramp. He licks his lips again, then smirks.
Jordan ~ Matt, you better realize what's coming to you. I know you are a living legend, but I'm a rising star. I have to take down some legends on my way to the top. Maybe you'll be the first, hmm?
Jordan laughs.
Jordan ~ Matthew .. needles prick, knives cut, but glass scars. I'm going to scar you for life at Side Effect. Be ready for blood, people. Everything is on the line here .. lives included. I'm going to do everything in my power from here on end to obliterate anything that gets in my way. Matthew, you're first.
Jordan drops the microphone and it clunks as it hits the ring floor.
---
Countdown to the new beginning ..
BEGIN.
[End Scene?]
|. Plummeting Shards Creation .|
You may expect anything or nothing.
Think what you may,
but you're about to witness greatness.
---
I said, we'll drown ourselves in misery tonight.
White lies, you've worn out all your dancing shoes this time.
Just give us war-worn lipstick by the door if I inflame.
These eyes have had too much to drink again tonight.
Black skies, we'll douse ourselves in high explosive light.
Just give us war-worn, I've been calling you all week for my shotgun.
Pick up the phone.
Pick up the phone, fucker.
I wanna see what your insides look like,
I bet you're not fucking pretty on the inside.
I wanna see what your insides look like,
I wanna see 'em.
Well, you don't say,
And well I can explain what happened to my face
Late last night.
I sleep in empty pools and vacant alleyways,
And what I'm going through, shot lipgloss through my veins,
And when I can't complain
With the falling rain.
Come on.
I wanna save your heart,
I wanna see what your insides may be like.
'Bury Me In Black - My Chemical Romance'
---
Silence breeds among the crowds which are packed into the XVI arena. The show has not yet begun, hence, not a word has been spoken.
As the many fans settle into their seats, eating their hot-dogs, popcorn and french fries, the announcers begin to converse.
Ed ~ David, at the last Side Effect we saw the King Of The Ring semi-finalists move on.
David ~ Yeah, but I was most surprised that Jordan Glass wasn't fired for his comments toward his boss, Makaveli.
Ed ~ Well, the boss didn't respond verbally, but he's shown that he does have power by pushing Jordan up against former XVI World Champion, Matthew Szaban.
David ~ True .. but then again, Jordan has already defeated Szaban once.
Ed laughs.
Ed ~ Do you remember how he won? Makaveli, the very man Jordan insulted, helped him win that match by over-ruling the referee and making Szaban fight with one arm behind his back.
Just then, footsteps can be heard over the PA system.
David ~ We've witnessed this before.
Ed ~ Yep, at the last Side Effect to be exact. Mister Ultimate Assault is on his way down here.
Suddenly, a deep voice that would strike fear into the hearts of the bravest of men rings over the PA's and out over the ocean of people ..
Voice ~ Are you ready?
The crowd recognizes the voice and an explosion of jubilation resounds across the complete building. It reaches the outmost part of the parking lot, and continues out into the busy night.
Once again, the voice rings in their ears.
Voice ~ It has begun.
Suddenly, the lights dim, as a pane of glass shatters, sounding throughout the arena. The drum solo from "Metalingus" rocks the arena, then stops .. and an explosion goes off. White pyro's shoot into the air as the crowd jump to their feet, screaming salutations to their icon. A single white spotlight shines down on the man standing there, who is covered in mist and fog. He takes two steps forward, stepping out of the mist. He is fully decked out in black. His black leather trench coat hangs down around his leather boots. His black jeans have a chain hanging from one of the belt loops and he is wearing a black muscle shirt. His new blonde, wavy locks draped down around his shoulders and face, accentuating his grey-black eyes. He slowly begins to make his way to the ring, looking around at the crowd. He slides under the bottom rope and jumps up onto his feet. He walks to the back corner of the ring, reaching down to an XVI official and getting a microphone. He stands up in the ring and awaits the silence of the crowd.
David ~ This time, please watch your mouth.
Jordan continues to pace the ring, awaiting the crowd to stop praising the perfection they saw before them. He smiles as they begin to quiet down, now wanting to hear what this man wanted to say. He then stopped in one spot, looking around at the crowd.
He slowly, oh so slowly, raises the microphone to his mouth, then parts his lips. Oh the volumes that one word in his voice spoke.
Jordan ~ Shut up Dave.
Dave looks dumbfounded.
David ~ How'd he know what I said?! It's so loud in here!
Ed ~ The man has his ways.
Jordan laughs, looking down at David. He winks at him, then begins to pace the ring once again. He raises to microphone the his lips once more.
Jordan ~ Makaveli, you coward. How dare you put me up against Matt just one week before King Of The Ring. I know what you're hoping. You're hoping that after I'm done fighting him that I'll be an easy kill for you.
David ~ That would be a smart move on Makaveli's part.
Jordan scoffs, then continues to speak as he quickly walks circles in the ring.
Jordan ~ I told you I'm always one step ahead of you, and this situation is no different. I knew you were going to do that before I came out on Side Effect, you imbecile. I'm not as stupid as you think, Mak. That's not how things work around here. Contrary to popular belief, I'm not scared of you, Szaban, or even The Ruler of ALL, Jihad Sullivan.
Jordan stops pacing, and laughs.
Jordan ~ Speaking of Jihad, I have a couple of comments to make about your little appearance the other night.
Jordan laughs again. He turns, locking his infernal gaze onto the XVItron.
Jordan ~ Not once did I say, King, that I was taking over XVI. I said that soon, I will call the shots, but I didn't say for XVI. I said IN XVI, which has a very different meaning. I meant for myself. I will be able to do what I want, when I want and how I want without any consequences. On the other hand, I did say that WE were taking over. When I say we, I mean .. well, you'll soon see what I mean. Just be patient, Mr. Sullivan. You'll know what I mean soon, very soon.
He smiles, licking his lips, but then continues.
Jordan ~ But you did make one good point, HalO isn't in the equation for the XVI World Championship, and that is a crime. I would love to have the opportunity to fight her. It'd be a great match, as would one between yours truly and you, Devil J. It seems as if 'The Don' doesn't see it that way, though. I'll leave it up to him ..
Jordan smirks, then shakes his head, clearing his mind and regaining his composure.
David ~ Some strong, but somewhat confusing, words there.
Jordan ~ Shut up Dave.
David's eyes open wide, he raises his hands.
David ~ What the hell did I do to him?!
The camera shows Ed laughing so hard tears are running down his cheeks.
David ~ Shut up Ed.
Jordan laughs, rolling his eyes.
He then starts to slowly pace the ring once more as he continues to speak.
Jordan ~ Now it's time for me to focus .. on Mister I-Think-I'm-All-That, Matthew Szaban himself.
The crowd bursts out into boo's. Everyone loves Szaban, and any nay-sayer of him must be hated by the majority. It's just the way the world turns.
Jordan stops pacing and raises his eyebrows, surprised that the fans are booing him.
Jordan ~ Well, what a change. You are booing me instead of cheering. Well then, I have one thing to say ..
Jordan's eyes, which are normally alive and sparkling, now turn dead and enraged.
Jordan ~ .. SHUT THE FUCK UP! I don't give a damn what you idiots think, I'm here to speak my mind. If you don't like that, then get your fat asses up and leave this goddamned show.
Ed ~ Wow. Jordan insulting the fans, this is new.
Jordan glares down at Ed.
Jordan ~ You shut up too.
Ed's eyes go wide.
Ed ~ HEY!
David ~ Not so funny now, is it?
Jordan begins to pace again as a shower of boo's rain down upon him.
Jordan ~ Matt, don't ever say that anything I say is a laugh riot, it'll come back to haunt you. I don't care if I had Makaveli's help to do it, I defeated you FAIR AND SQUARE. I'm not just going to dismiss that, it's a big step. I defeated Matthew Szaban, Champion of Champions, when he was Xtreme Vicious Intent World Champion.
Jordan smiles, but the fans continue to boo.
Jordan ~ But you see, now, both of us are on even ground. Makaveli hates me too, maybe not as much as his deep hate for you, but he still hates me. He wouldn't help me now in anyway. He may just come right on out and take us both out with chair shots and a hundred security officers to keep us off him, but we're on the same page now, Matt.
Jordan stops pacing and locks his gaze on the curtain at the top of the ramp. He licks his lips again, then smirks.
Jordan ~ Matt, you better realize what's coming to you. I know you are a living legend, but I'm a rising star. I have to take down some legends on my way to the top. Maybe you'll be the first, hmm?
Jordan laughs.
Jordan ~ Matthew .. needles prick, knives cut, but glass scars. I'm going to scar you for life at Side Effect. Be ready for blood, people. Everything is on the line here .. lives included. I'm going to do everything in my power from here on end to obliterate anything that gets in my way. Matthew, you're first.
Jordan drops the microphone and it clunks as it hits the ring floor.
---
Countdown to the new beginning ..
BEGIN.
[End Scene?]
