Post by Jordan "Bullet Proof" Glass on Jul 31, 2007 0:26:49 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|
|. Scene One .|
A man sits in the seat of his car, a royal purple 1999 Mitsubishi Eclipse with a carbon-fiber hood and custom rims, shifting through the gears easily as he flew down the highway. The stereo blared the heavy sound of "Had Enough" by Breaking Benjamin, rattling the windows with it's heavy bass.
~ .. You had to have it all,
Well have you had enough?
You greedy little bastard,
You will get what you deserve.
When all is said and done,
I will be the one,
to leave you in the misery and hate what you've become.
Intoxicated eyes, no longer live that life.
You should have learned by now, I'll burn this whole world down.
I need some peace of mind, no fear of what's behind.
You think you've won this fight, you've only lost your mind .. ~
You see his large hand reach out and turn the dial slowly, making the music slowly get softer and softer .. until the only sound you can hear, is the engine tearing at itself to work harder.
The camera pans up a little, revealing the man's face. As you thought, it's Jordan "Bullet Proof" Glass. He smiles slightly, returning his hand to the gearshift. He glances down toward the camera, then refocuses his gaze on the road ahead of him.
Jordan ~ I told you. I told you all that I would win my match, and what did I do? I won my match! I pinned Myst and as I told him, he heard the referee call the three seconds, just three seconds, it took me to win that match and make him get his first loss here in XVI. He didn't even notice what I was doing, and the next thing he knew ..
Jordan laughs a little, pausing for a second.
Jordan ~ .. my shoulder ripped through his midsection and his back hit the mat. And then, those three loud thuds rang through his ears as the ref's hand hit the mat .. and then it was over. I had beaten the big man who brought down The Meds single-handedly, Myst.
Jordan laughs again, looking down into the camera.
Jordan ~ What a joke! Nobody gives a shit about Myst or his one win, nor do they give a shit about Dan "Dragon"Taylor, who was out cold, courtesy of Myst's boot. The same man who I beat, knocked out "Dragon." I believe this shows that if we were to be in a match together .. I'd win.
Jordan looks back to the road now, pulls out and passes a red Pontiac Grand-Am. He smiles as he begins to talk again.
Jordan ~ I do believe this proves what I was saying. I am the best here in Xtreme Vicious Intent, and there isn't a person who can argue with me. I've beaten near every man in this company to date, and I will continue on my path of absolute obliteration on my quest for the one thing that I have yet to accomplish ..
A sly smile spreads itself across Jordan's lips like a sick disease.
Jordan ~ .. the XVI World Championship.
[End Scene]
---
|. Scene Two .|
The car halts and you can see the front bumper, the front tire and the door. Suddenly, the door swings open and a large, black leather boot steps out. It is followed by another boot, which both have black jeans covering the tops of them.
The two boots take three steps forward, and the door slams shut. The camera moves up, revealing the tail end of a black leather trench coat, which leads to the rest of it. Under the coat is a black muscle shirt, and when you travel up further .. you see the face of Jordan Glass once more.
His charming smile fills the shot as he begins to walk toward you, then past you. The camera turns and shows him entering a restaurant. The sign above the door reads "Country Delight." It glows ominously in the fading light of late evening, the time after the sun sets but before the moon rises.
Jordan walks up two stairs and swings open the door, holding it open for the camera man. They both walk in and Jordan walks to the counter. A young, blonde woman comes through a swinging door and stops at the counter looking at Jordan, eying him curiously.
Jordan simply smiles, saying ..
Jordan ~ I placed an order over the phone, name's Glass.
The woman smiles. She takes a step back, pushing the door open slightly and yelling ..
Woman ~ Phone order, Glass.
A voice yells back saying it'll be ready in five minutes. The blonde woman yells back to make it snappy, then looks back to Jordan, smiling.
Woman ~ I thought you looked familiar. You're Jordan Glass from XVI. You're from right here in Newfoundland, right?
Jordan smiles largely. It makes him feel nice to have a fan near his hometown.
Jordan ~ Yeah. Actually, I grew up about ten minutes away from here in Shearstown.
A gasp erupts from the woman, she smiles widely.
Woman ~ I didn't grow up there, but I live there now. It's so nice and peaceful .. too bad that old St. Mark's elementary got burned down a few years back, it was a nice place. Apparently it was really old.
Jordan smiles once again.
Jordan ~ Yeah, stupid teenagers. I went to school there, but it had to be shut down because of structural damage. I guess it was kind of expected, the place was a hundred and thirty years old. By the way, might I ask your name?
She smiles, answering ..
Woman ~ Melanie's my name.
Jordan ~ Always liked that name. Beautiful name, to go along with a gorgeous girl like yourself.
.. Jordan says, eying her up and down. He couldn't help but notice, but she was a very attractive woman. Curves in all the right places and none in the wrong ones. Voluptuous and she had the sweetest smile, along with the prettiest green eyes.
Melanie blushed a little, smiling shyly.
Melanie ~ Thanks .. it's nice to get a compliment like that from a celebrity like yourself.
Jordan laughs, looking out the window at the horizon. The moon is starting to rise ..
Jordan ~ I'm not a celebrity. I just do what I love, although I'm great at it.
Jordan laughs again, and Melanie joins in.
Melanie ~ Yeah, you are. That win on last nights Side Effect was amazing and totally out of nowhere. You looked like you were out of it, and then suddenly Myst was on his back with his leg hooked. You are great at wrestling, and you look good doing it too.
Melanie blushes again, realizing she said that last part out loud.
Jordan smiles, looking into her eyes.
Jordan ~ Thanks.
Suddenly a very manly looking woman, or maybe it was a man? .. walks through the swinging door and lays a brown paper bag on the counter, then returns to the kitchen through the door. Melanie looks at the register and presses a few buttons, then looks to Jordan.
Melanie ~ That'll be fourteen, ninety-three please.
Jordan smiles, putting his hand inside his coat and pulls out a wallet. He opens it and pulls out a twenty, handing it to Melanie.
Jordan ~ Keep the change, hun. I'll be back often, hope to see you again.
.. he says, pulling the bag off the counter and balancing it on his hand.
Melanie ~ You too.
.. she said, flashing Jordan a quick smile as he turns and heads out the door toward his car.
[End Scene]
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|. Scene Three .|
Jordan lays down his plastic fork onto the hard, varnished wood surface of his kitchen table as he finishes eating his late-night supper. He sits back, arching his back over the back of the matching hard wood chair, stretching. He sits back, then looks toward the camera.
Jordan ~ This week on Side Effect, we, as Serafin, face Warpath and Kidjack. Warpath, a new alliance of Sah'ta Thor and Corporal Punishment .. totally confuses me. These two are in no way alike and are in no way capable of being compatible .. but yet, they seem to pull off this team very well so far, even though they have yet to have a match.
Jordan licks his lips, freeing them of the grease that had leaked off the food which he had just eaten.
Jordan ~ Corporal, you called us .. what was it? Oh yes, "sissy little pencil necked geeks." If we, in fact, are "sissy little pencil necked geeks" .. then what does that make you? I've beaten you both, never suffering a loss from either of you. Calaz, as well, has beaten you both .. and Ticker has faced you both, but I'm not sure of his record.
You two are pathetic. We will destroy the Corporal of Punishment and we will silence the Destroyer Unleashed. Neither of you have held a title here in XVI to date, and I doubt either of you ever will. I know for sure that you will never get the Xtreme Title from Calaz, and Ticker's title is safe among the ranks of Serafin. Once I get my hands on the ultimate prize, the World Championship, nobody will be able to tear it from my grasp.
Jordan smiles, looking upward, toward the crystal chandelier that hangs high above the kitchen table. It's light is split into millions of beams by the dangling crystals around it.
Jordan ~ You called us other names as well. Such as, "snot nosed punks", "slack jawed dimwits", and "Rogue Vagabonds." You also went so far as to call Ticker an insect .. Corp, what's with all the name calling? Are you so insecure with yourself and your partner that you have to resort to calling Serafin every name under the sun? Sadly, you are .. so sad, Corp. So sad.
Jordan looks back to the camera, his deep, beautiful blue eyes piercing you as he continues to speak.
Jordan ~ The one name that we were called, and it wasn't by you, Corp, it was by Thor, and it was the truest word spoken in your promo. He called us demons, and that's just what we are. We will possess you to do things you never thought you could .. and believe me, you won't like the things you do when we get to you. You'll attempt to hurt us, but in the end, you'll only hurt yourself.
You're still wading in those pools of blue that are his eyes as he speaks, and his words sound like gospel to you.
Jordan ~ Wait .. am I forgetting someone? They mustn't be very important if I forgot th - - - oh yes, Kidjack. A little .. distressed, are we? Can't believe that you couldn't beat me? Don't blame me for ending that match in a draw, you're as much to blame as I am. It takes two to dance, and we danced a very violent and destructive dance two weeks ago.
You are nothing, Kid. Nothing. I will take you out right along with those other two idiots. Calaz, Ticker and I are a tight-knit unit and nothing will stop us from beating the three of you. I don't care how much you want to win or how hard you try, it's never good enough to beat Serafin.
We are a higher breed, and greater state in evolutions eternal growing. You can't beat us, it's just against the laws of the universe itself. WE, are the future of the world .. and you three are helpless, along with the rest of them, to stop us.
Jordan's smiles turns into the most serious look you've ever seen on his face. He stands, and the lights die. The moon light shines in onto his face, illuminating it .. but over his shoulders, are two masculine figures. The three of them talk in unison, creating an eerie feeling of omniscient knowledge.
Them ~ We are the beginning, the middle and the end. We will prevail in all endeavors, because we are better than all you simpletons combined. We are faster, stronger, more powerful .. overall, we are unstoppable, even to you. Three on three isn't fair for you, because one of us is equal to the three of you combined. We are an unbreakable partnership. Warpath, Kidjack .. prepare to be dominated .. by Serafin.
Blackness.
[End Scene]
|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|
|. Scene One .|
A man sits in the seat of his car, a royal purple 1999 Mitsubishi Eclipse with a carbon-fiber hood and custom rims, shifting through the gears easily as he flew down the highway. The stereo blared the heavy sound of "Had Enough" by Breaking Benjamin, rattling the windows with it's heavy bass.
~ .. You had to have it all,
Well have you had enough?
You greedy little bastard,
You will get what you deserve.
When all is said and done,
I will be the one,
to leave you in the misery and hate what you've become.
Intoxicated eyes, no longer live that life.
You should have learned by now, I'll burn this whole world down.
I need some peace of mind, no fear of what's behind.
You think you've won this fight, you've only lost your mind .. ~
You see his large hand reach out and turn the dial slowly, making the music slowly get softer and softer .. until the only sound you can hear, is the engine tearing at itself to work harder.
The camera pans up a little, revealing the man's face. As you thought, it's Jordan "Bullet Proof" Glass. He smiles slightly, returning his hand to the gearshift. He glances down toward the camera, then refocuses his gaze on the road ahead of him.
Jordan ~ I told you. I told you all that I would win my match, and what did I do? I won my match! I pinned Myst and as I told him, he heard the referee call the three seconds, just three seconds, it took me to win that match and make him get his first loss here in XVI. He didn't even notice what I was doing, and the next thing he knew ..
Jordan laughs a little, pausing for a second.
Jordan ~ .. my shoulder ripped through his midsection and his back hit the mat. And then, those three loud thuds rang through his ears as the ref's hand hit the mat .. and then it was over. I had beaten the big man who brought down The Meds single-handedly, Myst.
Jordan laughs again, looking down into the camera.
Jordan ~ What a joke! Nobody gives a shit about Myst or his one win, nor do they give a shit about Dan "Dragon"Taylor, who was out cold, courtesy of Myst's boot. The same man who I beat, knocked out "Dragon." I believe this shows that if we were to be in a match together .. I'd win.
Jordan looks back to the road now, pulls out and passes a red Pontiac Grand-Am. He smiles as he begins to talk again.
Jordan ~ I do believe this proves what I was saying. I am the best here in Xtreme Vicious Intent, and there isn't a person who can argue with me. I've beaten near every man in this company to date, and I will continue on my path of absolute obliteration on my quest for the one thing that I have yet to accomplish ..
A sly smile spreads itself across Jordan's lips like a sick disease.
Jordan ~ .. the XVI World Championship.
[End Scene]
---
|. Scene Two .|
The car halts and you can see the front bumper, the front tire and the door. Suddenly, the door swings open and a large, black leather boot steps out. It is followed by another boot, which both have black jeans covering the tops of them.
The two boots take three steps forward, and the door slams shut. The camera moves up, revealing the tail end of a black leather trench coat, which leads to the rest of it. Under the coat is a black muscle shirt, and when you travel up further .. you see the face of Jordan Glass once more.
His charming smile fills the shot as he begins to walk toward you, then past you. The camera turns and shows him entering a restaurant. The sign above the door reads "Country Delight." It glows ominously in the fading light of late evening, the time after the sun sets but before the moon rises.
Jordan walks up two stairs and swings open the door, holding it open for the camera man. They both walk in and Jordan walks to the counter. A young, blonde woman comes through a swinging door and stops at the counter looking at Jordan, eying him curiously.
Jordan simply smiles, saying ..
Jordan ~ I placed an order over the phone, name's Glass.
The woman smiles. She takes a step back, pushing the door open slightly and yelling ..
Woman ~ Phone order, Glass.
A voice yells back saying it'll be ready in five minutes. The blonde woman yells back to make it snappy, then looks back to Jordan, smiling.
Woman ~ I thought you looked familiar. You're Jordan Glass from XVI. You're from right here in Newfoundland, right?
Jordan smiles largely. It makes him feel nice to have a fan near his hometown.
Jordan ~ Yeah. Actually, I grew up about ten minutes away from here in Shearstown.
A gasp erupts from the woman, she smiles widely.
Woman ~ I didn't grow up there, but I live there now. It's so nice and peaceful .. too bad that old St. Mark's elementary got burned down a few years back, it was a nice place. Apparently it was really old.
Jordan smiles once again.
Jordan ~ Yeah, stupid teenagers. I went to school there, but it had to be shut down because of structural damage. I guess it was kind of expected, the place was a hundred and thirty years old. By the way, might I ask your name?
She smiles, answering ..
Woman ~ Melanie's my name.
Jordan ~ Always liked that name. Beautiful name, to go along with a gorgeous girl like yourself.
.. Jordan says, eying her up and down. He couldn't help but notice, but she was a very attractive woman. Curves in all the right places and none in the wrong ones. Voluptuous and she had the sweetest smile, along with the prettiest green eyes.
Melanie blushed a little, smiling shyly.
Melanie ~ Thanks .. it's nice to get a compliment like that from a celebrity like yourself.
Jordan laughs, looking out the window at the horizon. The moon is starting to rise ..
Jordan ~ I'm not a celebrity. I just do what I love, although I'm great at it.
Jordan laughs again, and Melanie joins in.
Melanie ~ Yeah, you are. That win on last nights Side Effect was amazing and totally out of nowhere. You looked like you were out of it, and then suddenly Myst was on his back with his leg hooked. You are great at wrestling, and you look good doing it too.
Melanie blushes again, realizing she said that last part out loud.
Jordan smiles, looking into her eyes.
Jordan ~ Thanks.
Suddenly a very manly looking woman, or maybe it was a man? .. walks through the swinging door and lays a brown paper bag on the counter, then returns to the kitchen through the door. Melanie looks at the register and presses a few buttons, then looks to Jordan.
Melanie ~ That'll be fourteen, ninety-three please.
Jordan smiles, putting his hand inside his coat and pulls out a wallet. He opens it and pulls out a twenty, handing it to Melanie.
Jordan ~ Keep the change, hun. I'll be back often, hope to see you again.
.. he says, pulling the bag off the counter and balancing it on his hand.
Melanie ~ You too.
.. she said, flashing Jordan a quick smile as he turns and heads out the door toward his car.
[End Scene]
---
|. Scene Three .|
Jordan lays down his plastic fork onto the hard, varnished wood surface of his kitchen table as he finishes eating his late-night supper. He sits back, arching his back over the back of the matching hard wood chair, stretching. He sits back, then looks toward the camera.
Jordan ~ This week on Side Effect, we, as Serafin, face Warpath and Kidjack. Warpath, a new alliance of Sah'ta Thor and Corporal Punishment .. totally confuses me. These two are in no way alike and are in no way capable of being compatible .. but yet, they seem to pull off this team very well so far, even though they have yet to have a match.
Jordan licks his lips, freeing them of the grease that had leaked off the food which he had just eaten.
Jordan ~ Corporal, you called us .. what was it? Oh yes, "sissy little pencil necked geeks." If we, in fact, are "sissy little pencil necked geeks" .. then what does that make you? I've beaten you both, never suffering a loss from either of you. Calaz, as well, has beaten you both .. and Ticker has faced you both, but I'm not sure of his record.
You two are pathetic. We will destroy the Corporal of Punishment and we will silence the Destroyer Unleashed. Neither of you have held a title here in XVI to date, and I doubt either of you ever will. I know for sure that you will never get the Xtreme Title from Calaz, and Ticker's title is safe among the ranks of Serafin. Once I get my hands on the ultimate prize, the World Championship, nobody will be able to tear it from my grasp.
Jordan smiles, looking upward, toward the crystal chandelier that hangs high above the kitchen table. It's light is split into millions of beams by the dangling crystals around it.
Jordan ~ You called us other names as well. Such as, "snot nosed punks", "slack jawed dimwits", and "Rogue Vagabonds." You also went so far as to call Ticker an insect .. Corp, what's with all the name calling? Are you so insecure with yourself and your partner that you have to resort to calling Serafin every name under the sun? Sadly, you are .. so sad, Corp. So sad.
Jordan looks back to the camera, his deep, beautiful blue eyes piercing you as he continues to speak.
Jordan ~ The one name that we were called, and it wasn't by you, Corp, it was by Thor, and it was the truest word spoken in your promo. He called us demons, and that's just what we are. We will possess you to do things you never thought you could .. and believe me, you won't like the things you do when we get to you. You'll attempt to hurt us, but in the end, you'll only hurt yourself.
You're still wading in those pools of blue that are his eyes as he speaks, and his words sound like gospel to you.
Jordan ~ Wait .. am I forgetting someone? They mustn't be very important if I forgot th - - - oh yes, Kidjack. A little .. distressed, are we? Can't believe that you couldn't beat me? Don't blame me for ending that match in a draw, you're as much to blame as I am. It takes two to dance, and we danced a very violent and destructive dance two weeks ago.
You are nothing, Kid. Nothing. I will take you out right along with those other two idiots. Calaz, Ticker and I are a tight-knit unit and nothing will stop us from beating the three of you. I don't care how much you want to win or how hard you try, it's never good enough to beat Serafin.
We are a higher breed, and greater state in evolutions eternal growing. You can't beat us, it's just against the laws of the universe itself. WE, are the future of the world .. and you three are helpless, along with the rest of them, to stop us.
Jordan's smiles turns into the most serious look you've ever seen on his face. He stands, and the lights die. The moon light shines in onto his face, illuminating it .. but over his shoulders, are two masculine figures. The three of them talk in unison, creating an eerie feeling of omniscient knowledge.
Them ~ We are the beginning, the middle and the end. We will prevail in all endeavors, because we are better than all you simpletons combined. We are faster, stronger, more powerful .. overall, we are unstoppable, even to you. Three on three isn't fair for you, because one of us is equal to the three of you combined. We are an unbreakable partnership. Warpath, Kidjack .. prepare to be dominated .. by Serafin.
Blackness.
[End Scene]
|x| .. but you're too scared to try and kill the killer. |x|
[Fin]
