Post by Jordan "Bullet Proof" Glass on Jul 29, 2007 22:21:20 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.
---
|x| Audacity fuels your hunger for me .. |x|
Voice ~ The stars bright, the moon alight ..
Your television screen slowly fades into a view of a large, built man's back, covered in black leather. You know who it is, you can tell by his deep, ringing voice. It's Jordan "Bullet Proof" Glass, the Number One Contender for the XVI World Championship. Mister Ultimate Assault. The one and the only man of XVI who has yet to be defeated, after numerous matches.
Beyond him, you can see the dark night sky, scattered with stars. High in the shot, you can see the white, slightly yellow, moon shining. The sun of the night, the largest light, is the illuminate object that shines down, revealing the landscape beneath the window.
It is a beautiful yard. Green grass and tall trees. Red, white and pink and roses grow there, along with tulips and many other types of flowers. A rock wall signifies the end of the yard, and beyond that, is the shimmering Atlantic ocean, a view most beautifully seen from this point in St. John's, Newfoundland.
Jordan ~ .. so beautiful on this wondrous night.
His deep voice rings out again, calm but courageous. Brave and bold. You could tell somehow .. that there was at least a touch of a smile on his face. There was some hint of it in his voice.
Jordan ~ The night before all hell breaks lose ..
You see a large, strong hand enter the shot. It's softly placed upon the frigid glass of the window, pressing lightly on it.
Jordan ~ .. and Bullet Proof has this hand raised before the world ..
The hand presses harder on the glass, his finger nails going from pink to white under the pressure.
Jordan ~ .. but tonight has more meaning than this.
The hint of a smile is gone from his voice, the cheery tone vanished as quick as it came.
Jordan ~ Yes, far more important indeed.
His hand drops from the window and back off camera as he turns. The camera zooms out, and now you can see his face and all of his upper body. Underneath his black leather trench coat is a black muscle shirt. His face is blank, his eyes clouded but looking straight ahead. For some reason .. he seems to not be himself.
Jordan ~ Tonight is the anniversary ..
His head drops suddenly, his eyes looking at the ground.
Jordan ~ .. of a death.
His head raises back up, but his eyes stay toward the floor.
Jordan ~ The death of a friend of childhood, a friend of years. The pain he felt ..
Jordan grimaces, as if feeling the spoken of pain himself. He gasps for air, then his breathing returning to normal and the grimace disappears.
Jordan ~ .. was excruciating. Tonight, he has been dead for five years ..
Jordan blinks, and his eyes clear up .. now it seems to be him who is there, nobody else.
Jordan ~ I hope you died happy, Steffen. Best friends for life .. too bad I wasn't there for the last two years of yours.
He blinks a couple more times, seemingly regaining his wits.
Jordan ~ This match is for you man, and I'll win it for you.
Jordan begins to slowly walk as he talks.
Jordan ~ Tomorrow night .. is Side Effect. My plane leaves tomorrow afternoon so I can get there in time for the show, but don't worry boys .. I'll be there.
A slight smiles graces Jordan's lips, but once again, vanishes as fast as it came.
Jordan ~ Dan Taylor .. Dragon .. what kind of nickname is that? What do you breath fire? .. fly? .. kidnap women? Whatever it means, it doesn't really matter. Tomorrow night when we step into the ring, you .. surprisingly, seem to be the weakest link.
Jordan stops pacing for a second, looking down into the camera.
Jordan ~ Taylor, I'm going to destroy you. You don't deserve to be in XVI, let alone in a match against me. Some people would say I'm on an ego trip, but I'm not. I'm simply stating facts. And the fact of the matter is, you are scum and you don't deserve to be called a professional wrestler.
Jordan returns his head to the upright position and continues to slowly walk in the same direction as before. His eyes are a light blue tonight, a change from either the light gray or the deep blue which usually shows in his eyes.
Jordan ~ Myst .. now this man is one who intimidates me slightly, but not so much that I doubt my ability to throw him into the pile of men that I've already beaten. He thinks he's big because he destroyed The Meds in his first ever match, but they were weaklings. Nothing to offer to XVI, so they were better out than in.
Jordan turns on his heel, and slowly lowers himself into his black leather sofa chair. The black leather of his trench coat squeaking as it rubs against the leather of the chair. You can now see his legs and feet, which are covered in a pair of worn and torn black jeans and a pair of black reeboks.
As he sits, his eyes shift to look into the lens of the camera. His eyes, as always, seem to dig into your essence as you watch him. You want to turn away, but his gaze draws you in. You notice nothing around you, naught but him as he continues to speak.
Jordan ~ Your debut was nothing but a show of brute strength. That gets you places in certain wrestling companies, but not here. In Xtreme Vicious Intent, you need technique .. skill, to get anywhere. You destroying The Meds was nothing but a favor to the people who watch our events. You rid them of those two eyesores, and for that, we all thank you.
Up until now, Jordan's face had been calm and collective, but now it changed to a look of twisted aggression.
Jordan ~ You have done NOTHING else for this company, which means you are still a nothing in the eyes of me, the rest of the roster, the boss and all the fans that come to our shows. Our match is going to be cheered for, for me. Not for you and certainly not for that nobody Dan "Dragon" Taylor.
Jordan reaches over to the small mahogany wooden table beside his chair and grasps a small glass with a clear liquid, which you assume is white wine. He lifts it to his lips, letting the soothing liquid trickle past his tongue and down his waiting throat.
He removes the glass from his mouth and lowers his arm, and the glass, down to the arm of the chair. His eyes still drilling through space and time and into you, he continues to let the words flow from his mouth like a never-ending river.
Jordan ~ It doesn't matter that my fifteen undefeated matches weren't against you. It wouldn't matter if all fifteen of them were against you, I would STILL be undefeated. Those five draws might even be wins along with the other ten. You're a mere fool in this game I'm playing Myst. The game is one where I always win, and whoever I want to lose .. always does.
Jordan smirks, his eyes still so focused that it hurts.
Jordan ~ In this game, I get to the top .. and I stay there. Nobody can knock me down, nobody can stop me. Nobody dares go against what I tell them to do, because EVERYONE is scared of me. Scared that I will tear them apart, just like I've done with every other man that has ever faced me. I have beaten Szaban, former XVI World Champion, TWICE. If I can beat him, then I can beat anyone who is in this company, AND whoever joins this company in the rest of my time here.
Jordan's smirk continues to grow as his words become more intensely thrown through your speakers and into your ears.
Jordan ~ What have you done for this company, Myst? How about you Dan Taylor? Oh wait, that's right .. NOTHING. You haven't been here long enough to do SHIT, and you won't be here much longer. I'm going to tear you two to pieces, and you can't do ANYTHING to stop me. You never will be able to do anything to stop me, because I'm better than both of you put together.
Finally, he blinks, moistening the glistening orbs set in his skull.
Jordan ~ This business doesn't need you, it needs me. The only reason you're here is because you're just someone else for me to kick the crap out of on my way to the top. YOU will be the one who hears the referee counting those three seconds it will take for me to pin your ass after cutting right through you with the Shards of Glass, and I will be the one who gets my hand raised with you out cold on the ring floor.
Jordan laughs a little, raising the glass back to his lips and gulping down the rest of the liquid which it held. He slams the glass down hard on the wooden table, making it clink loudly against the varnished, hard wood. He looks back into the camera again, smiling devilishly.
Jordan ~ You say any pain and suffering I felt so far .. that it's nothing? I beg to differ, my feeble friend. In my head, I am missing SEVEN YEARS of my life. That's seven years that are un-accounted for, seven years that are completely lost to me .. and what's worse is that nobody can tell me where I was or what happened to me .. because nobody knows.
Jordan's evil smile grows as he speaks.
Jordan ~ Tomorrow night, Myst .. you will be the one to TRULY feel physical pain. The physical pain I induce upon you .. will be too much for your body, so it will run to your mind for comfort .. but you mind will too become overwhelmed. Your spirit and soul will try to aid, but they will too be engulfed by the pain and misery I will rain down upon you and Dan Taylor. You two will drop before me ..
Jordan blinks, leaning in a little closer to the camera.
Jordan ~ .. just like every other man who I've faced. You are no match for me. You two are just part of my game of domination, and I will pass you and bring you down. YOU, will realize what real pain is when my shoulder slices through your ribs and your back hammers into the mat. I have one question for you two ..
Suddenly, the screen cuts to white noise. Static fills the air and your screen is snowy, but yet his voice continues to ring through the white noise and still enables a feeling of fear upon you.
Jordan ~ .. and that question is the one which will truly tell you that you really do have no chance against me. That question is ..
.. and his voice creeps into a whisper, the static ceasing ..
Jordan ~ .. are you ready?
Blackness.
|x| .. but you're too scared to try and kill the killer. |x|
[Fin]
[/i][/b]|. Plummeting Shards Creation .|
You may expect anything or nothing.
Think what you may,
but you're about to witness greatness.
---
|x| Audacity fuels your hunger for me .. |x|
Voice ~ The stars bright, the moon alight ..
Your television screen slowly fades into a view of a large, built man's back, covered in black leather. You know who it is, you can tell by his deep, ringing voice. It's Jordan "Bullet Proof" Glass, the Number One Contender for the XVI World Championship. Mister Ultimate Assault. The one and the only man of XVI who has yet to be defeated, after numerous matches.
Beyond him, you can see the dark night sky, scattered with stars. High in the shot, you can see the white, slightly yellow, moon shining. The sun of the night, the largest light, is the illuminate object that shines down, revealing the landscape beneath the window.
It is a beautiful yard. Green grass and tall trees. Red, white and pink and roses grow there, along with tulips and many other types of flowers. A rock wall signifies the end of the yard, and beyond that, is the shimmering Atlantic ocean, a view most beautifully seen from this point in St. John's, Newfoundland.
Jordan ~ .. so beautiful on this wondrous night.
His deep voice rings out again, calm but courageous. Brave and bold. You could tell somehow .. that there was at least a touch of a smile on his face. There was some hint of it in his voice.
Jordan ~ The night before all hell breaks lose ..
You see a large, strong hand enter the shot. It's softly placed upon the frigid glass of the window, pressing lightly on it.
Jordan ~ .. and Bullet Proof has this hand raised before the world ..
The hand presses harder on the glass, his finger nails going from pink to white under the pressure.
Jordan ~ .. but tonight has more meaning than this.
The hint of a smile is gone from his voice, the cheery tone vanished as quick as it came.
Jordan ~ Yes, far more important indeed.
His hand drops from the window and back off camera as he turns. The camera zooms out, and now you can see his face and all of his upper body. Underneath his black leather trench coat is a black muscle shirt. His face is blank, his eyes clouded but looking straight ahead. For some reason .. he seems to not be himself.
Jordan ~ Tonight is the anniversary ..
His head drops suddenly, his eyes looking at the ground.
Jordan ~ .. of a death.
His head raises back up, but his eyes stay toward the floor.
Jordan ~ The death of a friend of childhood, a friend of years. The pain he felt ..
Jordan grimaces, as if feeling the spoken of pain himself. He gasps for air, then his breathing returning to normal and the grimace disappears.
Jordan ~ .. was excruciating. Tonight, he has been dead for five years ..
Jordan blinks, and his eyes clear up .. now it seems to be him who is there, nobody else.
Jordan ~ I hope you died happy, Steffen. Best friends for life .. too bad I wasn't there for the last two years of yours.
He blinks a couple more times, seemingly regaining his wits.
Jordan ~ This match is for you man, and I'll win it for you.
Jordan begins to slowly walk as he talks.
Jordan ~ Tomorrow night .. is Side Effect. My plane leaves tomorrow afternoon so I can get there in time for the show, but don't worry boys .. I'll be there.
A slight smiles graces Jordan's lips, but once again, vanishes as fast as it came.
Jordan ~ Dan Taylor .. Dragon .. what kind of nickname is that? What do you breath fire? .. fly? .. kidnap women? Whatever it means, it doesn't really matter. Tomorrow night when we step into the ring, you .. surprisingly, seem to be the weakest link.
Jordan stops pacing for a second, looking down into the camera.
Jordan ~ Taylor, I'm going to destroy you. You don't deserve to be in XVI, let alone in a match against me. Some people would say I'm on an ego trip, but I'm not. I'm simply stating facts. And the fact of the matter is, you are scum and you don't deserve to be called a professional wrestler.
Jordan returns his head to the upright position and continues to slowly walk in the same direction as before. His eyes are a light blue tonight, a change from either the light gray or the deep blue which usually shows in his eyes.
Jordan ~ Myst .. now this man is one who intimidates me slightly, but not so much that I doubt my ability to throw him into the pile of men that I've already beaten. He thinks he's big because he destroyed The Meds in his first ever match, but they were weaklings. Nothing to offer to XVI, so they were better out than in.
Jordan turns on his heel, and slowly lowers himself into his black leather sofa chair. The black leather of his trench coat squeaking as it rubs against the leather of the chair. You can now see his legs and feet, which are covered in a pair of worn and torn black jeans and a pair of black reeboks.
As he sits, his eyes shift to look into the lens of the camera. His eyes, as always, seem to dig into your essence as you watch him. You want to turn away, but his gaze draws you in. You notice nothing around you, naught but him as he continues to speak.
Jordan ~ Your debut was nothing but a show of brute strength. That gets you places in certain wrestling companies, but not here. In Xtreme Vicious Intent, you need technique .. skill, to get anywhere. You destroying The Meds was nothing but a favor to the people who watch our events. You rid them of those two eyesores, and for that, we all thank you.
Up until now, Jordan's face had been calm and collective, but now it changed to a look of twisted aggression.
Jordan ~ You have done NOTHING else for this company, which means you are still a nothing in the eyes of me, the rest of the roster, the boss and all the fans that come to our shows. Our match is going to be cheered for, for me. Not for you and certainly not for that nobody Dan "Dragon" Taylor.
Jordan reaches over to the small mahogany wooden table beside his chair and grasps a small glass with a clear liquid, which you assume is white wine. He lifts it to his lips, letting the soothing liquid trickle past his tongue and down his waiting throat.
He removes the glass from his mouth and lowers his arm, and the glass, down to the arm of the chair. His eyes still drilling through space and time and into you, he continues to let the words flow from his mouth like a never-ending river.
Jordan ~ It doesn't matter that my fifteen undefeated matches weren't against you. It wouldn't matter if all fifteen of them were against you, I would STILL be undefeated. Those five draws might even be wins along with the other ten. You're a mere fool in this game I'm playing Myst. The game is one where I always win, and whoever I want to lose .. always does.
Jordan smirks, his eyes still so focused that it hurts.
Jordan ~ In this game, I get to the top .. and I stay there. Nobody can knock me down, nobody can stop me. Nobody dares go against what I tell them to do, because EVERYONE is scared of me. Scared that I will tear them apart, just like I've done with every other man that has ever faced me. I have beaten Szaban, former XVI World Champion, TWICE. If I can beat him, then I can beat anyone who is in this company, AND whoever joins this company in the rest of my time here.
Jordan's smirk continues to grow as his words become more intensely thrown through your speakers and into your ears.
Jordan ~ What have you done for this company, Myst? How about you Dan Taylor? Oh wait, that's right .. NOTHING. You haven't been here long enough to do SHIT, and you won't be here much longer. I'm going to tear you two to pieces, and you can't do ANYTHING to stop me. You never will be able to do anything to stop me, because I'm better than both of you put together.
Finally, he blinks, moistening the glistening orbs set in his skull.
Jordan ~ This business doesn't need you, it needs me. The only reason you're here is because you're just someone else for me to kick the crap out of on my way to the top. YOU will be the one who hears the referee counting those three seconds it will take for me to pin your ass after cutting right through you with the Shards of Glass, and I will be the one who gets my hand raised with you out cold on the ring floor.
Jordan laughs a little, raising the glass back to his lips and gulping down the rest of the liquid which it held. He slams the glass down hard on the wooden table, making it clink loudly against the varnished, hard wood. He looks back into the camera again, smiling devilishly.
Jordan ~ You say any pain and suffering I felt so far .. that it's nothing? I beg to differ, my feeble friend. In my head, I am missing SEVEN YEARS of my life. That's seven years that are un-accounted for, seven years that are completely lost to me .. and what's worse is that nobody can tell me where I was or what happened to me .. because nobody knows.
Jordan's evil smile grows as he speaks.
Jordan ~ Tomorrow night, Myst .. you will be the one to TRULY feel physical pain. The physical pain I induce upon you .. will be too much for your body, so it will run to your mind for comfort .. but you mind will too become overwhelmed. Your spirit and soul will try to aid, but they will too be engulfed by the pain and misery I will rain down upon you and Dan Taylor. You two will drop before me ..
Jordan blinks, leaning in a little closer to the camera.
Jordan ~ .. just like every other man who I've faced. You are no match for me. You two are just part of my game of domination, and I will pass you and bring you down. YOU, will realize what real pain is when my shoulder slices through your ribs and your back hammers into the mat. I have one question for you two ..
Suddenly, the screen cuts to white noise. Static fills the air and your screen is snowy, but yet his voice continues to ring through the white noise and still enables a feeling of fear upon you.
Jordan ~ .. and that question is the one which will truly tell you that you really do have no chance against me. That question is ..
.. and his voice creeps into a whisper, the static ceasing ..
Jordan ~ .. are you ready?
Blackness.
|x| .. but you're too scared to try and kill the killer. |x|
[Fin]
