Post by Jordan "Bullet Proof" Glass on Jul 10, 2007 23:38:33 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.
---
They were dominating everyone who stepped in their way. At King of the Ring they came together and destroyed their opponents in a way that they never thought imaginable. Together, they were unstoppable.
Then, at Side Effect they dominated once more, but a mere week after what they had accomplished at King of the Ring. Thor was put to rest, as was Szaban. Nobody would cross them now. They were far too powerful now.
.. the new kid on the block, literally. Kidjack was the one who now challenged Bullet Proof and once again, the idiot, Thor, stepped up to challenge Calaz. Fools is what they were, and that is what would be made of them come Side Effect.
---
|x| Sit and listen, for the tale is beginning .. |x|
'The' room was once again on your screen, displaying the many objects of value, monetary or sentimental, which he had collected. Jewels, vases, crowns and scepters from the late kings of the world. He had so many things in that room that were worth so much of what everyone craved .. money. Furthermore, something else was more important to him.
In a glass case on the wall furthest from the door but was around the corner from the window, was his copy of the Xtreme Title that he had once called his own. It was Calaz' now .. but Calaz did not beat him for it. Nobody had beaten him for it. He had it stolen from him by Rachel, who had pinned Calaz at The Aftermath in the Hellfire House Of Fun match.
The sunlights rays shone through the window, glistening on the gold plating of the championship belt. The words carved into it in black letters .. that name, his name ..
[glow=Black,2,300]Jordan "Bullet Proof" Glass[/glow]
That name was something that struck fear into the hearts of many a man. Any man who had ever faced him in the ring, outside the ring, on the street, anywhere .. knew what he could accomplish in the smallest amounts of time. At his first pay-per-view he won his first title in his first ever title match, and he was still, to this day, undefeated.
As he watched the gold sparkle, he took a small sip from the wine glass that sat in his hand. The red wine trickled over his lips, past his tongue and down his gaping throat. He smiled, gazing at that belt. He'd hold gold again, and one day soon .. and not the Xtreme Championship, that was David's now. His was much bigger, and yes .. it was his.
Jordan ~ .. and the carnage that flowed freely from the river ensued ..
He raised the glass again, letting another stream of red wine drizzle past his lips before lowering the glass to chest height once more.
Jordan ~ .. following the destruction that they left in their wake ..
He licked his lips, freeing them of the red liquid which was staining them ever so slightly.
Jordan ~ .. more rose, and they would fall to their knees ..
The camera pans so that you can see his face .. he's smiling. His eyes turn so that they're looking directly into the lens of the camera.
Jordan ~ .. at the feet of their saviors, their killers ..
He winks, his smile slowly growing.
Jordan ~ .. the greater angels.
He turns on his heel, walking toward the window. He, once again, raises up the wine glass to his smooth lips, draining the remainder of the liquid which it held.
He stops, just in front of the window. He stares out at the sunrise, into that ball of flame that lit up the lives of the billions of people all over the globe.
His smile grows slightly as his eyes scan the landscape underneath his gaze.
Jordan ~ Kidjack .. at Side Effect, you made your XVI television debut, but at the upcoming Side Effect, you face me. Mister Ultimate Assault, the number one contender for the XVI World Championship, Jordan "Bullet Proof" Glass, in your debut match here ..
Jordan scoffs, smirking slyly.
Jordan ~ .. oh, how I pity you, you poor soul.
He blinks twice, his blue eyes sparkling in the reddish tint of the rising sun. The glow that is set upon his leather trench coat obstructed the view of the camera. His white muscle shirt was turned to a light orange underneath the rays. His light blue jeans, which were worn and torn, were cuffed messily at the bottoms around his black leather boots.
Jordan ~ I have yet to be defeated here in XVI, which is my first and only federation I've ever joined. I have already had a championship run, which wasn't too shabby I might add.
The wine glass twirls between his index finger and thumb as he speaks.
Jordan ~ I know what you're thinking, "Well .. you had to have been beaten to lose it, right?" No, wrong. I lost it because Rachel pinned someone else in that helacious match, meaning I've STILL never been beaten.
He turns a little, looking over his shoulder toward the door, as if expecting something .. but nothing happens. He turns back to the window, re-fixing his gaze.
Jordan ~ I've had fourteen matches here in Xtreme Vicious Intent, and I haven't lost one. At Side Effect, you ran your mouth about how you've held every major title in this business today, but I've heard absolutely nothing about you. I keep up on other companies, and I've never seen or heard anything about you or your illustrious career.
Once again, he turns, looking at the door .. but again, nothing happens. He turns back, staring back out the window.
Jordan ~ You see, I don't care about you. Any other man on XVI's roster would be in Makaveli's office right now, complaining that it's not fair that in your first match, you're main-eventing and you are against the number one contender, but as I've already said ..
Jordan looks down to the camera again, smiling.
Jordan ~ .. I just don't care.
He turns now, walking toward his black leather sofa-chair.
Jordan ~ Right now, I'm at the top of my career, and no low-down, punk-ass, egotistical, mother fucking blood of a bitch is going to bring me down. I will stand tall at Side Effect ..
Jordan smirks, laughing a little.
Jordan ~ .. yeah, stand tall right over your limp and lifeless body.
Now Jordan reaches his chair. He turns on his heel again, lowering himself into his chair. He then sets the wine glass, that was twirling in his hand all this time, onto the wooden table beside the chair.
He looks at the camera, still smiling.
Jordan ~ David Calaz and myself run this company now. He is the Xtreme Champion, not to mention the King of the Ring, and I will soon be the XVI World Champion, and you can't stop me. I'll fight you a hundred times, and beat you a hundred times, if that's what it takes to convince you that, in fact ..
Jordan's face goes stern, his grey eyes piercing the cameras lens and diving into your innermost thoughts.
Jordan ~ .. you are, in no way, the best there is here. I am, and forever will be, the best in XVI.
Jordan smiles again, his blue eyes once again dancing with life.
Jordan ~ With Mister XVI, the New Era Icon, David Calaz by my side, my equal in this battle against the lower lifeforms which inhabit the world around us, we will be triumphant in every endeavor in which we choose to be a part of.
Jordan blinks, and his face goes stern again .. those dead grey eyes digging through your flesh, blood and bone.
Jordan ~ Kidjack, you will realize your mistake by coming into this company with such high hopes. I will put you on the inactive list in your debut match, and I won't do it quickly. I'm going to drag out your torture .. it's more fun that way.
Jordan smiles evilly, his eyes burrowing ever deeper into your very being.
Jordan ~ Kid, at Side Effect .. you will be scarred. As I have told many an opponent, needles prick, knives cut .. but glass scars, and this Glass will scar you come Side Effect. Once your hit with the Shards of Glass, you ain't gettin' back up.
Jordan leans in close to the camera .. whispering so softly you can barely hear him.
Jordan ~ Kidjack ..
He smirks ..
Jordan ~ .. are you ready?
Blackness.
|x| .. because, children, the end is just beginning. |x|
---
New,
old,
cowardly,
bold.
There's no escaping,
the abyss is gaping.
No, please don't frown.
You're just falling down,
down to your ..
[glow=red,2,300]DEMISE.[/glow]
[Fin]
|. Plummeting Shards Creation .|
You may expect anything or nothing.
Think what you may,
but you're about to witness greatness.
---
They were dominating everyone who stepped in their way. At King of the Ring they came together and destroyed their opponents in a way that they never thought imaginable. Together, they were unstoppable.
Then, at Side Effect they dominated once more, but a mere week after what they had accomplished at King of the Ring. Thor was put to rest, as was Szaban. Nobody would cross them now. They were far too powerful now.
.. the new kid on the block, literally. Kidjack was the one who now challenged Bullet Proof and once again, the idiot, Thor, stepped up to challenge Calaz. Fools is what they were, and that is what would be made of them come Side Effect.
---
|x| Sit and listen, for the tale is beginning .. |x|
'The' room was once again on your screen, displaying the many objects of value, monetary or sentimental, which he had collected. Jewels, vases, crowns and scepters from the late kings of the world. He had so many things in that room that were worth so much of what everyone craved .. money. Furthermore, something else was more important to him.
In a glass case on the wall furthest from the door but was around the corner from the window, was his copy of the Xtreme Title that he had once called his own. It was Calaz' now .. but Calaz did not beat him for it. Nobody had beaten him for it. He had it stolen from him by Rachel, who had pinned Calaz at The Aftermath in the Hellfire House Of Fun match.
The sunlights rays shone through the window, glistening on the gold plating of the championship belt. The words carved into it in black letters .. that name, his name ..
[glow=Black,2,300]Jordan "Bullet Proof" Glass[/glow]
That name was something that struck fear into the hearts of many a man. Any man who had ever faced him in the ring, outside the ring, on the street, anywhere .. knew what he could accomplish in the smallest amounts of time. At his first pay-per-view he won his first title in his first ever title match, and he was still, to this day, undefeated.
As he watched the gold sparkle, he took a small sip from the wine glass that sat in his hand. The red wine trickled over his lips, past his tongue and down his gaping throat. He smiled, gazing at that belt. He'd hold gold again, and one day soon .. and not the Xtreme Championship, that was David's now. His was much bigger, and yes .. it was his.
Jordan ~ .. and the carnage that flowed freely from the river ensued ..
He raised the glass again, letting another stream of red wine drizzle past his lips before lowering the glass to chest height once more.
Jordan ~ .. following the destruction that they left in their wake ..
He licked his lips, freeing them of the red liquid which was staining them ever so slightly.
Jordan ~ .. more rose, and they would fall to their knees ..
The camera pans so that you can see his face .. he's smiling. His eyes turn so that they're looking directly into the lens of the camera.
Jordan ~ .. at the feet of their saviors, their killers ..
He winks, his smile slowly growing.
Jordan ~ .. the greater angels.
He turns on his heel, walking toward the window. He, once again, raises up the wine glass to his smooth lips, draining the remainder of the liquid which it held.
He stops, just in front of the window. He stares out at the sunrise, into that ball of flame that lit up the lives of the billions of people all over the globe.
His smile grows slightly as his eyes scan the landscape underneath his gaze.
Jordan ~ Kidjack .. at Side Effect, you made your XVI television debut, but at the upcoming Side Effect, you face me. Mister Ultimate Assault, the number one contender for the XVI World Championship, Jordan "Bullet Proof" Glass, in your debut match here ..
Jordan scoffs, smirking slyly.
Jordan ~ .. oh, how I pity you, you poor soul.
He blinks twice, his blue eyes sparkling in the reddish tint of the rising sun. The glow that is set upon his leather trench coat obstructed the view of the camera. His white muscle shirt was turned to a light orange underneath the rays. His light blue jeans, which were worn and torn, were cuffed messily at the bottoms around his black leather boots.
Jordan ~ I have yet to be defeated here in XVI, which is my first and only federation I've ever joined. I have already had a championship run, which wasn't too shabby I might add.
The wine glass twirls between his index finger and thumb as he speaks.
Jordan ~ I know what you're thinking, "Well .. you had to have been beaten to lose it, right?" No, wrong. I lost it because Rachel pinned someone else in that helacious match, meaning I've STILL never been beaten.
He turns a little, looking over his shoulder toward the door, as if expecting something .. but nothing happens. He turns back to the window, re-fixing his gaze.
Jordan ~ I've had fourteen matches here in Xtreme Vicious Intent, and I haven't lost one. At Side Effect, you ran your mouth about how you've held every major title in this business today, but I've heard absolutely nothing about you. I keep up on other companies, and I've never seen or heard anything about you or your illustrious career.
Once again, he turns, looking at the door .. but again, nothing happens. He turns back, staring back out the window.
Jordan ~ You see, I don't care about you. Any other man on XVI's roster would be in Makaveli's office right now, complaining that it's not fair that in your first match, you're main-eventing and you are against the number one contender, but as I've already said ..
Jordan looks down to the camera again, smiling.
Jordan ~ .. I just don't care.
He turns now, walking toward his black leather sofa-chair.
Jordan ~ Right now, I'm at the top of my career, and no low-down, punk-ass, egotistical, mother fucking blood of a bitch is going to bring me down. I will stand tall at Side Effect ..
Jordan smirks, laughing a little.
Jordan ~ .. yeah, stand tall right over your limp and lifeless body.
Now Jordan reaches his chair. He turns on his heel again, lowering himself into his chair. He then sets the wine glass, that was twirling in his hand all this time, onto the wooden table beside the chair.
He looks at the camera, still smiling.
Jordan ~ David Calaz and myself run this company now. He is the Xtreme Champion, not to mention the King of the Ring, and I will soon be the XVI World Champion, and you can't stop me. I'll fight you a hundred times, and beat you a hundred times, if that's what it takes to convince you that, in fact ..
Jordan's face goes stern, his grey eyes piercing the cameras lens and diving into your innermost thoughts.
Jordan ~ .. you are, in no way, the best there is here. I am, and forever will be, the best in XVI.
Jordan smiles again, his blue eyes once again dancing with life.
Jordan ~ With Mister XVI, the New Era Icon, David Calaz by my side, my equal in this battle against the lower lifeforms which inhabit the world around us, we will be triumphant in every endeavor in which we choose to be a part of.
Jordan blinks, and his face goes stern again .. those dead grey eyes digging through your flesh, blood and bone.
Jordan ~ Kidjack, you will realize your mistake by coming into this company with such high hopes. I will put you on the inactive list in your debut match, and I won't do it quickly. I'm going to drag out your torture .. it's more fun that way.
Jordan smiles evilly, his eyes burrowing ever deeper into your very being.
Jordan ~ Kid, at Side Effect .. you will be scarred. As I have told many an opponent, needles prick, knives cut .. but glass scars, and this Glass will scar you come Side Effect. Once your hit with the Shards of Glass, you ain't gettin' back up.
Jordan leans in close to the camera .. whispering so softly you can barely hear him.
Jordan ~ Kidjack ..
He smirks ..
Jordan ~ .. are you ready?
Blackness.
|x| .. because, children, the end is just beginning. |x|
---
New,
old,
cowardly,
bold.
There's no escaping,
the abyss is gaping.
No, please don't frown.
You're just falling down,
down to your ..
[glow=red,2,300]DEMISE.[/glow]
[Fin]
