Post by Jordan "Bullet Proof" Glass on Jul 24, 2007 0:57:16 GMT -5
OOC: I realize this hasn't been done here in XVI yet, to my knowledge, but this brings me back to my old days in RPing. Dan, you'll love this if it works the way I want it too. Back to WCXF .. here we go.
This is a
|. Plummeting Shards Creation .|
You may expect anything or nothing.
Think what you may,
but you're about to witness greatness.
---
|x| Sit and listen, for the tale is beginning .. |x|
|. Scene One .|
He sat in the darkest corner of his locker room, his knees pulled tight to his chest with his arms hugging his shins. His eyes were a blank gray, as if he wasn't really present within this room. He was preoccupied, not thinking about where he was or what he was doing. His mind was elsewhere, as well as his soul.
He blinked, moistening his eyes before they began to sting of dryness. His face was as empty as his eyes were, no emotion. Not even the usual cockiness or confidence that usually spread across his face so thick you could see it. No smile, no frown. Nothing, absolutely nothing.
.. and then his blank voice rang from his blank lips.
Jordan ~ They don't understand me, my situation.
He blinks again, his gray eyes focused on an invisible point in front of his curled up knees.
Jordan ~ I have a hunger, yes ..
He stops in his tracks, his voice dying suddenly. His head looks up toward the ceiling, as if he was looking at something .. or someone?
Jordan ~ .. but it's not for what they think.
He blinks, his lips separated slightly, letting his breath pass between them as he awaits some sort of .. response?
Jordan ~ You understand. You know why I strive for this, for everything ..
He blinks, once more pausing for a response.
Jordan ~ I strived to make you proud, and now I will because you can't .. why didn't anyone tell me before now? Is it because I didn't ask? ..
His lips curl up with anger, his nostrils flaring.
Jordan ~ .. because that's a piece of shit excuse.
He lowers his head again, placing his forehead on his knees.
Jordan ~ How could they keep this from me? You were my best friend .. and you're gone.
He takes his arms from around his shins and pushes himself up off the ground, looking around the dark room. He sighs heavily, as if to release pressure, stress.
Jordan ~ There's nothing I can do now .. this is for you now. It's all for you now. Here it goes ..
Jordan closes his eyes, balling up his fists tightly.
Jordan ~ .. here it all goes. Time to give it all, time to win this one for you.
---
|. Scene Two .|
He walks down the hallway, the bright florescent lights lighting his way with each step he took. As he passed stage hands and fellow wrestlers, he smiled, said hello .. but he didn't feel like smiling, not until he got out in front of those thousands of fans did he want to smile.
As he rounded a corner, he saw Makaveli .. the boss, his boss. He smiled now, for real. Not of happiness .. but of the knowledge that he could now have the opportunity to piss off the boss.
He walked up, stopping beside Makaveli as he leaned up against the wall, looking at some papers on a clipboard.
Jordan ~ What'cha got there, boss?
Makaveli jumped, startled by the sudden deep ringing of Jordan's voice. He looked up, smiling but not showing any contentment. He was just being courteous.
Makaveli ~ Just a couple of papers concerning some new kids looking for work .. why?
Jordan smiles at Makaveli's question.
Jordan ~ No reason. So, you thinking about hiring some more new talent .. kind of like the two new kids you got me up against this week?
Jordan raises an eyebrow as Makaveli closes his eyes and lays his head back on the wall, seemingly tired of the question.
Makaveli ~ I've answered this damn question a million times. I put you up against Dan Taylor because he has a good reputation and should be a good fight for you. I put you up against Myst as well because .. well .. he took out The Meds single handedly, and you've beaten them both. Maybe you should beat him too.
Jordan laughs a little. Makaveli opens his eyes, looking at him with an eyebrow raised questioningly.
Makaveli ~ What's so funny, huh?
Jordan ~ Nothing .. it's just .. I've been here in XVI, and only XVI, since I started my career. You let these two chumps enter this federation and put them right to the top. It just ain't right. I'm not complaining, and I'll take them out like I took out Kidjack - - -
Makaveli raises a finger, cutting Jordan off.
Makaveli ~ You didn't beat Kidjack, it was a draw, remember?
Jordan shoots a sharp glare at Makaveli.
Jordan ~ I didn't lose, did I?
Makaveli goes to answer, but Jordan cuts him off.
Jordan ~ That's right, I didn't, so fuck that. I took Kidjack and now I'm going to beat Dan Taylor and Myst in one shot. Two birds with one stone, as the saying goes.
Jordan looks around as he continues.
Jordan ~ Anyway boss, I got to jet. Going to make an appearance here tonight. Talk to you later, Don.
Jordan turns, walking away. Makaveli watches him walk away, jaw dropped at the audacity displayed from the Number One Contender.
---
|. Scene Three .|
The crowd is ecstatic at the show in Kitchener, Ontario, Canada as they awaited the arrival of the next competitors, but they did not expect what was about to happen.
Suddenly, a deep voice rang out over the ocean of people that were in attendance.
Voice ~ Are you ready?
Right away the crowd recognized the fellow Canadian's voice. They knew he was coming, and they were damn well excited to be there to see him.
His voice rung out again, a voice that could strike fear into the bravest of men.
Voice ~ It has begun.
Then .. a pane of glass shatters over the PA system and the entire crowd jumps to their feet, screaming his name. The drum solo from "Metalingus" by Alter Bridge rocks the arena as the lights dim out and mist seeps it's way out onto the stage around the curtain.
He stepped out into the mist and they could only see the outline of his chiseled body, but they still went into a frenzy. They cheered the name of their icon, screaming salutations to the man they adored.
He smiled as he stepped out from within the mist, wearing his long black trench coat that draped around his shins and dark blue jeans. The coat was wore over his black skull t-shirt that read "Bullet Proof." His black and red hair draped down over his face and around his head, accentuating his now deep blue eyes.
Eric Cabrera ~ Please welcome to the ring, hailing from St. John's, Newfoundland, Canada .. the Number One Contender for the XVI World Championship .. Jordan "Bullet Proof" Glass!
Jordan smiles at the reaction to his name, and then drops to one knee and raises a hand in front of him. As he raises his hand, white pyros shoot out around him into the air of the arena, leaving trails of smoke behind them.
He rises back to his feet, then takes off down the ramp at a crazy speed and slides into the ring. He stays down for a minute, then raises his head up, smiling. He then jumps up to his feet and runs to the turnbuckle, leaping up onto it and raising his hands. He looks around at the crowd as they cheer his name.
He then jumps down off the corner and grabs the microphone that Eric had left in the ring just moments before. He paces around the ring, awaiting the crowd to quiet down. When they finally do, Jordan raises the microphone to his soft pink lips, as to speak.
Jordan ~ How are my fellow fucking Canadians doing tonight, hmm?!
.. he shouts, sending the crowd into a frenzy once more. Jordan laughs, then raises the microphone back to his lips.
Jordan ~ That's what I thought .. but now to get down to business. I'm here to discuss what my two opponents have said as of late, and I'm going to do that .. right .. NOW!
Everything goes silent and Jordan smiles.
Jordan ~ Aha, that's what I like.
Anyway, Dan Taylor .. you said you take me seriously, and that's good. I think you're probably the first person I've faced that has actually told me that. Everyone usually talks trash, tells me I'm worth shit .. and then I kick the fucking hell out of them.
Jordan smiles, the crowd cheers.
Jordan ~ Maybe you'll be different .. but I highly doubt it. But before you said that .. you said that Myst's debut was impressive .. but you didn't do all your research. My debut was much tougher than Myst's. For my debut, I went against four other men, and I won. Then again .. three of these four men no longer work here for the XVI .. they probably got scared I'd come after them again.
Jordan laughs at his own joke, and the crowd joins in.
Jordan ~ You said I'm hungry for gold, but I'm not. I'm hungry for opponents to destroy .. but I thirst for gold. I will be the Xtreme Vicious Intent World Champion come The American Dream, and I don't care what anyone says or does, 'cause it won't matter. I've paid my dues for this company, so I'm going to get what I deserve .. MY title.
Jordan smirks, walking to the corner and jumping up, sitting on the turnbuckle as he speaks.
Jordan ~ Now to move on the opponent number two, Myst.
First off .. thank you for recognizing my popularity. Yes, I am a household name .. and you, as well as Dan Taylor .. are not. I will address something else you said now .. you will NOT accomplish what you "set out to do" because you will NOT be defeating me. There's no way, that is NOT how things are run here.
Jordan looks around as he licks his soft lips, moistening them.
Jordan ~ Another thing .. you may be a somebody, but people won't know that by you defeating me. It just won't happen, as I've already said. I'm no walking gimmick, you little fuck. I am as real as they come, and if you can't realize that .. well, I help you realize that when Side Effect rolls around.
Jordan stops. He seems to be pondering something. He smiles, looking toward the ground. He hops down off the turnbuckle and begins to pace the ring.
Jordan ~ Actually .. why wait. Why don't you two come out here so we can .. "talk" man to man to man, huh?
Jordan walks to the ropes facing the curtain with an accusing look on his face.
Jordan ~ .. or are you too scared of Bullet Proof to come out here?
|x| .. because, children, the end is just beginning. |x|
[Reply by Taylor or Myst?]
[/i][/b]This is a
|. Plummeting Shards Creation .|
You may expect anything or nothing.
Think what you may,
but you're about to witness greatness.
---
|x| Sit and listen, for the tale is beginning .. |x|
|. Scene One .|
He sat in the darkest corner of his locker room, his knees pulled tight to his chest with his arms hugging his shins. His eyes were a blank gray, as if he wasn't really present within this room. He was preoccupied, not thinking about where he was or what he was doing. His mind was elsewhere, as well as his soul.
He blinked, moistening his eyes before they began to sting of dryness. His face was as empty as his eyes were, no emotion. Not even the usual cockiness or confidence that usually spread across his face so thick you could see it. No smile, no frown. Nothing, absolutely nothing.
.. and then his blank voice rang from his blank lips.
Jordan ~ They don't understand me, my situation.
He blinks again, his gray eyes focused on an invisible point in front of his curled up knees.
Jordan ~ I have a hunger, yes ..
He stops in his tracks, his voice dying suddenly. His head looks up toward the ceiling, as if he was looking at something .. or someone?
Jordan ~ .. but it's not for what they think.
He blinks, his lips separated slightly, letting his breath pass between them as he awaits some sort of .. response?
Jordan ~ You understand. You know why I strive for this, for everything ..
He blinks, once more pausing for a response.
Jordan ~ I strived to make you proud, and now I will because you can't .. why didn't anyone tell me before now? Is it because I didn't ask? ..
His lips curl up with anger, his nostrils flaring.
Jordan ~ .. because that's a piece of shit excuse.
He lowers his head again, placing his forehead on his knees.
Jordan ~ How could they keep this from me? You were my best friend .. and you're gone.
He takes his arms from around his shins and pushes himself up off the ground, looking around the dark room. He sighs heavily, as if to release pressure, stress.
Jordan ~ There's nothing I can do now .. this is for you now. It's all for you now. Here it goes ..
Jordan closes his eyes, balling up his fists tightly.
Jordan ~ .. here it all goes. Time to give it all, time to win this one for you.
---
|. Scene Two .|
He walks down the hallway, the bright florescent lights lighting his way with each step he took. As he passed stage hands and fellow wrestlers, he smiled, said hello .. but he didn't feel like smiling, not until he got out in front of those thousands of fans did he want to smile.
As he rounded a corner, he saw Makaveli .. the boss, his boss. He smiled now, for real. Not of happiness .. but of the knowledge that he could now have the opportunity to piss off the boss.
He walked up, stopping beside Makaveli as he leaned up against the wall, looking at some papers on a clipboard.
Jordan ~ What'cha got there, boss?
Makaveli jumped, startled by the sudden deep ringing of Jordan's voice. He looked up, smiling but not showing any contentment. He was just being courteous.
Makaveli ~ Just a couple of papers concerning some new kids looking for work .. why?
Jordan smiles at Makaveli's question.
Jordan ~ No reason. So, you thinking about hiring some more new talent .. kind of like the two new kids you got me up against this week?
Jordan raises an eyebrow as Makaveli closes his eyes and lays his head back on the wall, seemingly tired of the question.
Makaveli ~ I've answered this damn question a million times. I put you up against Dan Taylor because he has a good reputation and should be a good fight for you. I put you up against Myst as well because .. well .. he took out The Meds single handedly, and you've beaten them both. Maybe you should beat him too.
Jordan laughs a little. Makaveli opens his eyes, looking at him with an eyebrow raised questioningly.
Makaveli ~ What's so funny, huh?
Jordan ~ Nothing .. it's just .. I've been here in XVI, and only XVI, since I started my career. You let these two chumps enter this federation and put them right to the top. It just ain't right. I'm not complaining, and I'll take them out like I took out Kidjack - - -
Makaveli raises a finger, cutting Jordan off.
Makaveli ~ You didn't beat Kidjack, it was a draw, remember?
Jordan shoots a sharp glare at Makaveli.
Jordan ~ I didn't lose, did I?
Makaveli goes to answer, but Jordan cuts him off.
Jordan ~ That's right, I didn't, so fuck that. I took Kidjack and now I'm going to beat Dan Taylor and Myst in one shot. Two birds with one stone, as the saying goes.
Jordan looks around as he continues.
Jordan ~ Anyway boss, I got to jet. Going to make an appearance here tonight. Talk to you later, Don.
Jordan turns, walking away. Makaveli watches him walk away, jaw dropped at the audacity displayed from the Number One Contender.
---
|. Scene Three .|
The crowd is ecstatic at the show in Kitchener, Ontario, Canada as they awaited the arrival of the next competitors, but they did not expect what was about to happen.
Suddenly, a deep voice rang out over the ocean of people that were in attendance.
Voice ~ Are you ready?
Right away the crowd recognized the fellow Canadian's voice. They knew he was coming, and they were damn well excited to be there to see him.
His voice rung out again, a voice that could strike fear into the bravest of men.
Voice ~ It has begun.
Then .. a pane of glass shatters over the PA system and the entire crowd jumps to their feet, screaming his name. The drum solo from "Metalingus" by Alter Bridge rocks the arena as the lights dim out and mist seeps it's way out onto the stage around the curtain.
He stepped out into the mist and they could only see the outline of his chiseled body, but they still went into a frenzy. They cheered the name of their icon, screaming salutations to the man they adored.
He smiled as he stepped out from within the mist, wearing his long black trench coat that draped around his shins and dark blue jeans. The coat was wore over his black skull t-shirt that read "Bullet Proof." His black and red hair draped down over his face and around his head, accentuating his now deep blue eyes.
Eric Cabrera ~ Please welcome to the ring, hailing from St. John's, Newfoundland, Canada .. the Number One Contender for the XVI World Championship .. Jordan "Bullet Proof" Glass!
Jordan smiles at the reaction to his name, and then drops to one knee and raises a hand in front of him. As he raises his hand, white pyros shoot out around him into the air of the arena, leaving trails of smoke behind them.
He rises back to his feet, then takes off down the ramp at a crazy speed and slides into the ring. He stays down for a minute, then raises his head up, smiling. He then jumps up to his feet and runs to the turnbuckle, leaping up onto it and raising his hands. He looks around at the crowd as they cheer his name.
He then jumps down off the corner and grabs the microphone that Eric had left in the ring just moments before. He paces around the ring, awaiting the crowd to quiet down. When they finally do, Jordan raises the microphone to his soft pink lips, as to speak.
Jordan ~ How are my fellow fucking Canadians doing tonight, hmm?!
.. he shouts, sending the crowd into a frenzy once more. Jordan laughs, then raises the microphone back to his lips.
Jordan ~ That's what I thought .. but now to get down to business. I'm here to discuss what my two opponents have said as of late, and I'm going to do that .. right .. NOW!
Everything goes silent and Jordan smiles.
Jordan ~ Aha, that's what I like.
Anyway, Dan Taylor .. you said you take me seriously, and that's good. I think you're probably the first person I've faced that has actually told me that. Everyone usually talks trash, tells me I'm worth shit .. and then I kick the fucking hell out of them.
Jordan smiles, the crowd cheers.
Jordan ~ Maybe you'll be different .. but I highly doubt it. But before you said that .. you said that Myst's debut was impressive .. but you didn't do all your research. My debut was much tougher than Myst's. For my debut, I went against four other men, and I won. Then again .. three of these four men no longer work here for the XVI .. they probably got scared I'd come after them again.
Jordan laughs at his own joke, and the crowd joins in.
Jordan ~ You said I'm hungry for gold, but I'm not. I'm hungry for opponents to destroy .. but I thirst for gold. I will be the Xtreme Vicious Intent World Champion come The American Dream, and I don't care what anyone says or does, 'cause it won't matter. I've paid my dues for this company, so I'm going to get what I deserve .. MY title.
Jordan smirks, walking to the corner and jumping up, sitting on the turnbuckle as he speaks.
Jordan ~ Now to move on the opponent number two, Myst.
First off .. thank you for recognizing my popularity. Yes, I am a household name .. and you, as well as Dan Taylor .. are not. I will address something else you said now .. you will NOT accomplish what you "set out to do" because you will NOT be defeating me. There's no way, that is NOT how things are run here.
Jordan looks around as he licks his soft lips, moistening them.
Jordan ~ Another thing .. you may be a somebody, but people won't know that by you defeating me. It just won't happen, as I've already said. I'm no walking gimmick, you little fuck. I am as real as they come, and if you can't realize that .. well, I help you realize that when Side Effect rolls around.
Jordan stops. He seems to be pondering something. He smiles, looking toward the ground. He hops down off the turnbuckle and begins to pace the ring.
Jordan ~ Actually .. why wait. Why don't you two come out here so we can .. "talk" man to man to man, huh?
Jordan walks to the ropes facing the curtain with an accusing look on his face.
Jordan ~ .. or are you too scared of Bullet Proof to come out here?
|x| .. because, children, the end is just beginning. |x|
[Reply by Taylor or Myst?]
