Post by Jordan "Bullet Proof" Glass on Jul 14, 2007 0:00:01 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.
---
Mistakes are made everyday by every person that inhabits this ball of rock and water we call home. People from every walk of life make them every second. Some people decide to do the wrong thing, some people decide to buy the wrong thing, some people decide to take the wrong thing.
You see, everyone makes mistakes .. right? No, wrong. Not everyone. There are a few on this planet called Earth that do not have a lapse in judgment and make the wrong decision. Those few ALWAYS rise above the rest.
It's as if they are a higher species, a more evolved type of human. It's as if fate has smiled upon them and given them a gift, a gift of always knowing what to do when the time comes to make a choice.
These few people know what they are doing in life, and have never failed in anything and everything they've tried. Everything comes to them naturally. Money, power, love .. everything. Nothing is out of their grasp ..
.. and he was one of them.
---
|x| Sit and listen, for the tale is beginning .. |x|
He stood back stage at a house show in Houston, peeking out from behind the curtain at the intense crowd that lay before that squared circle. He smiled at the thought of them being oblivious of his presence at this house-show.
His blue eyes surveyed them, taking in the emotions that each of them were feeling. Some were hungry, some were happy, some were .. horny? .. and some were bored. Well, he could stop that last one, and maybe who he was bringing with him could help with the .. sexual tension.
He turned, looking at the blonde beauty that stood beside him. He smiled as he looked into her eyes, those beautiful blue eyes. She smiled at him, tilting her head slightly, questioningly.
He shook his head, dismissing her questioning look. She winked at him, and he laughed a little. He then looked over to the stage hand at that controls. He nodded at him, and the stage hand nodded back and ..
Right then, footsteps can be heard over the sound system.
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 which surrounds this house-show.
Once again, the voice rings in their ears.
Voice ~ It has begun.
The footsteps cease. 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, with his beautiful girl at his side.
Eric Cabrera, who is standing in the center of the ring, looks out into the crowd as he announces "his" arrival
Eric Cabrera ~ Please welcome to the ring, Jordan Glass, who is being accompanied by Alyssa Andrews.
Jordan Glass takes two steps forward, stepping out of the mist, bringing Alyssa Andrews along with him. 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 straight, black locks drape around his face, accentuating his light blue eyes.
He slowly begins to make his way to the ring, looking around at the crowd, walking hand in hand with Alyssa, smiling at her every chance he gets. He slides under the bottom rope, then jumps up and sits on the second rope, allowing Alyssa to enter the ring. She slowly bends over, her tight blue jeans accentuating her luscious curves. Jordan smiles as he walks toward the center of HIS ring, taking the microphone from Eric, then telling him to get out of the ring.
He turns looking around at the fans as they cheer him as if they were trying to deafen everyone who was in the arena. He smiled, looking at Alyssa, who was also smiling at the reaction he was getting from the fans.
Jordan looks around, taking in the mood from all the screaming fans. The energy was electrifying. His smile was larger than it had been in a long while, as was Alyssa's.
He slowly raised the microphone to his soft lips, readying himself to speak.
Jordan ~ I'm gracing you people, here in Houston, with my presence tonight in order to .. rant, per say, about a certain person who you people call a native.
The crowd around him cheer at his words, and some boo at the mention of the man who Jordan is obviously referring to.
Just then, Alyssa snatches the microphone out of Jordan's hand, raising it to her own smooth, pink lips.
Alyssa ~ If I were you people, I'd kick that bastard's ass right out of the state. He's an ignorant, unappreciative little bastard. He comes out here and is a complete ass and shows no respect to you fans, nor anyone else. It's you fans who make us who we are, therefore he should show some respect.
She now passed the microphone to the man, her man, that was stood to her left. He smiled at her, seeing as this was the first time she had spoken out aggressively in public. He raises the microphone to his lips, getting back to business.
Jordan ~ Alyssa is right. I might not like it, but you fans are the reason I am what I am today, and what Kidjack is what he is today .. even though he's pretty much a nothing.
Jordan smiles, chuckling a little.
Jordan ~ You see .. Kidjack cut a promo a couple days ago, and I'd like to make a couple comments on it.
Jordan looks at Alyssa with a smile on his face, winking one of his blue eyes at her quickly.
Jordan ~ See .. you made a mistake, as I've already said, by saying you're going to be the next XVI World Champion .. which is incorrect. You will not be the next XVI World Champion, because at The American Dream, that will be my title, not yours.
Jordan licks his lips as he turns on his heel. He begins to pace back and forth as he speaks.
Jordan ~ Also, you made a mistake by saying you were going to go through the entire roster, and then take me down. No. I know for a fact that there are people who I have beaten to get where I am today that could take you out in ten seconds flat.
He smirks as he stops for a second, looking around at the crowd.
Jordan ~ A third mistake you made was saying you're not some cocky kid who just walked in here out of nowhere. You are just some cocky kid, Kidjack. I'll silence you come Side Effect .. oh, and you did come here out of nowhere. There was no warning of an arrival.
Jordan continues to smirk as he stops pacing, draping his arm over Alyssa's shoulders.
Jordan ~ The final mistake you made, that I will mention, is saying that you were the greatest man walking on God's green earth. I'm sorry to break it to you, but that would be me. I haven't lost a match thus-far in my career, I am completely undefeated, and you will not tarnish my record.
Jordan laughs a little, surveying the screaming fans' every move.
Jordan ~ Everyone makes mistakes, Kid .. unfortunately, the ones you made will be the last ones you make if, and when, I get my way.
Jordan drops the microphone with a thud as his music hits. He smiles as he looks around at the crowd. "What a bunch of fools," he thought as he began to make his way out of the ring.
|x| .. because, children, the end is just beginning. |x|
[Fin]
[/center]|. Plummeting Shards Creation .|
You may expect anything or nothing.
Think what you may,
but you're about to witness greatness.
---
Mistakes are made everyday by every person that inhabits this ball of rock and water we call home. People from every walk of life make them every second. Some people decide to do the wrong thing, some people decide to buy the wrong thing, some people decide to take the wrong thing.
You see, everyone makes mistakes .. right? No, wrong. Not everyone. There are a few on this planet called Earth that do not have a lapse in judgment and make the wrong decision. Those few ALWAYS rise above the rest.
It's as if they are a higher species, a more evolved type of human. It's as if fate has smiled upon them and given them a gift, a gift of always knowing what to do when the time comes to make a choice.
These few people know what they are doing in life, and have never failed in anything and everything they've tried. Everything comes to them naturally. Money, power, love .. everything. Nothing is out of their grasp ..
.. and he was one of them.
---
|x| Sit and listen, for the tale is beginning .. |x|
He stood back stage at a house show in Houston, peeking out from behind the curtain at the intense crowd that lay before that squared circle. He smiled at the thought of them being oblivious of his presence at this house-show.
His blue eyes surveyed them, taking in the emotions that each of them were feeling. Some were hungry, some were happy, some were .. horny? .. and some were bored. Well, he could stop that last one, and maybe who he was bringing with him could help with the .. sexual tension.
He turned, looking at the blonde beauty that stood beside him. He smiled as he looked into her eyes, those beautiful blue eyes. She smiled at him, tilting her head slightly, questioningly.
He shook his head, dismissing her questioning look. She winked at him, and he laughed a little. He then looked over to the stage hand at that controls. He nodded at him, and the stage hand nodded back and ..
Right then, footsteps can be heard over the sound system.
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 which surrounds this house-show.
Once again, the voice rings in their ears.
Voice ~ It has begun.
The footsteps cease. 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, with his beautiful girl at his side.
Eric Cabrera, who is standing in the center of the ring, looks out into the crowd as he announces "his" arrival
Eric Cabrera ~ Please welcome to the ring, Jordan Glass, who is being accompanied by Alyssa Andrews.
Jordan Glass takes two steps forward, stepping out of the mist, bringing Alyssa Andrews along with him. 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 straight, black locks drape around his face, accentuating his light blue eyes.
He slowly begins to make his way to the ring, looking around at the crowd, walking hand in hand with Alyssa, smiling at her every chance he gets. He slides under the bottom rope, then jumps up and sits on the second rope, allowing Alyssa to enter the ring. She slowly bends over, her tight blue jeans accentuating her luscious curves. Jordan smiles as he walks toward the center of HIS ring, taking the microphone from Eric, then telling him to get out of the ring.
He turns looking around at the fans as they cheer him as if they were trying to deafen everyone who was in the arena. He smiled, looking at Alyssa, who was also smiling at the reaction he was getting from the fans.
Jordan looks around, taking in the mood from all the screaming fans. The energy was electrifying. His smile was larger than it had been in a long while, as was Alyssa's.
He slowly raised the microphone to his soft lips, readying himself to speak.
Jordan ~ I'm gracing you people, here in Houston, with my presence tonight in order to .. rant, per say, about a certain person who you people call a native.
The crowd around him cheer at his words, and some boo at the mention of the man who Jordan is obviously referring to.
Just then, Alyssa snatches the microphone out of Jordan's hand, raising it to her own smooth, pink lips.
Alyssa ~ If I were you people, I'd kick that bastard's ass right out of the state. He's an ignorant, unappreciative little bastard. He comes out here and is a complete ass and shows no respect to you fans, nor anyone else. It's you fans who make us who we are, therefore he should show some respect.
She now passed the microphone to the man, her man, that was stood to her left. He smiled at her, seeing as this was the first time she had spoken out aggressively in public. He raises the microphone to his lips, getting back to business.
Jordan ~ Alyssa is right. I might not like it, but you fans are the reason I am what I am today, and what Kidjack is what he is today .. even though he's pretty much a nothing.
Jordan smiles, chuckling a little.
Jordan ~ You see .. Kidjack cut a promo a couple days ago, and I'd like to make a couple comments on it.
Jordan looks at Alyssa with a smile on his face, winking one of his blue eyes at her quickly.
Jordan ~ See .. you made a mistake, as I've already said, by saying you're going to be the next XVI World Champion .. which is incorrect. You will not be the next XVI World Champion, because at The American Dream, that will be my title, not yours.
Jordan licks his lips as he turns on his heel. He begins to pace back and forth as he speaks.
Jordan ~ Also, you made a mistake by saying you were going to go through the entire roster, and then take me down. No. I know for a fact that there are people who I have beaten to get where I am today that could take you out in ten seconds flat.
He smirks as he stops for a second, looking around at the crowd.
Jordan ~ A third mistake you made was saying you're not some cocky kid who just walked in here out of nowhere. You are just some cocky kid, Kidjack. I'll silence you come Side Effect .. oh, and you did come here out of nowhere. There was no warning of an arrival.
Jordan continues to smirk as he stops pacing, draping his arm over Alyssa's shoulders.
Jordan ~ The final mistake you made, that I will mention, is saying that you were the greatest man walking on God's green earth. I'm sorry to break it to you, but that would be me. I haven't lost a match thus-far in my career, I am completely undefeated, and you will not tarnish my record.
Jordan laughs a little, surveying the screaming fans' every move.
Jordan ~ Everyone makes mistakes, Kid .. unfortunately, the ones you made will be the last ones you make if, and when, I get my way.
Jordan drops the microphone with a thud as his music hits. He smiles as he looks around at the crowd. "What a bunch of fools," he thought as he began to make his way out of the ring.
|x| .. because, children, the end is just beginning. |x|
[Fin]
