|. Mud Bath .. Like Fuck .|

[Jordan "Bullet Proof" Glass]

This is a
|. Plummeting Shards Creation .|
You may expect anything or nothing.
Think what you may,
but you're about to witness greatness.

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|x| So the legacy begins .. |x|

Materializing on the screen was Jordan "Bullet Proof" Glass, laying on a bench, lifting weights. It seemed to be a very large amount of weights, you estimate around three hundred fifty or four hundred pounds. He was wearing a black tank-top and a pair of sweats. His black Reeboks on his feet were placed firmly on the floor on either side of the bench.

As he pushes these weights up and down, his chest heaves with the excessive breathing that he is having to do because of the extensive workout he was giving his upper body. You can hear him breathing heavy and the sweat rolling down the side of his head and dripping onto the concrete floor below.

Behind him was a large window, overlooking a harbor or bay of some sort. There were boats and ships of every sort moving around there, gliding through the cool, calm ocean water. The sun flickered off the ocean's surface, creating a glimmer of mass proportions.

Jordan replaces the weights at the top of the bench and sits up, his chest still heaving immensely. He looked around the room, gasping for air as his lungs ripped at his airways, searching for the gasses to fuel his body. Just then, there was a knock at the door.

Who is this now?

Jordan ~ Come in!

The door swings open wildly, hitting off the wall behind it. Rushing in, her long yellow skirt flowing behind her, was Katie King. She wore a white shirt and draped over her shoulders was her long Blondie locks, seemingly imitating her skirt. Behind her, as usual, was her grease ball of a cameraman.

What the hell is wrong with this kid? Hasn't he learned that water is for cleaning yourself with?

Katie stops, not even asking but just nodding to her cameraman and he clicks the red button on the side of his camera, beginning the interview.

Katie King ~ I'm here with Jordan Glass, XVI World Heavyweight Co-Champion. Jordan, have you seen Gavin's promo?

Jordan just sits there, wide-eyed and still breathing heavily.

Who does this girl think she is?

Jordan takes a deep breath, calming himself and regaining his composure, although he is still glistening from the sweat all over his face and arms. He then smiles, laughing a little.

Jordan ~ Yeah, but as soon as I saw Gavin having himself a little girly time, I turned it off. Not before I saw him saying that he had to look great twentyfour/seven .. but Gavin, take it from me, you look far from great. But anyway, I wasn't in the mood for any gay porn .. wait, when am I ever in the mood for gay porn? Alyssa on the other hand - - -

Jordan stops himself, realizing he is on camera. He laughs a little, and smiles at Katie, who just laughs.

Katie King ~ Well you missed quite a rant. I'll fill you in ..

Jordan ~ I'd appreciate it.

But even if I wouldn't it wouldn't matter, she'd tell me anyway.

Katie King ~ Well first he said Leon Raymer was the epitome of The American Dream. That he was a "rags to riches" story and has "it" and that he succeeded because Gavin took him under his wing.

The he said that Justin Evans was an emotional thug, which is "just what we need", but sarcastically, and that he wasn't fit to be champion .. or something along those lines.

Then he said that Serafin a just a shell of their former selves because of the losses Ticker and Calaz suffered at The American Dream at that you are not "better than any man in XVI because if you were, you would be Champion, not co-Champion."

Then he - - -

Jordan holds up a hand, laughing a little.

Jordan ~ Slow down, I'll cover that much .. then you can tell me the rest.

Katie laughs.

Jordan ~ Leon, have "it"? What in the sweet name of fuck is "it"? Well .. I hope "it" is AIDS or cancer or a spaceship stuck up his ass, cause one way or another, he's going to die here in XVI. He has no hope if he was raised to glory by this priss. All he has to say about us is "Serafin, pfft." .. yeah, well he'll get what's coming to him on Side Effect because Gavin has turned this boy into a self centered jerk, not unlike himself.

Jordan stops for a moment, clearing his mind. He clears his throat, and continues.

Jordan ~ Oh, and for .. what is it? Jeremiah Answer? Joshua Question? Jehoshaphat FuckMeHard? Oh yeah, Justin "The Answer" Evans! I forgot all about this kid .. he's the guy who managed to take down Ticker by sheer luck, right?

Katie looks over to her cameraman, who shrugs. She looks back to Jordan and nods.

Jordan ~ Alright .. so he had one good night. So what? Nobody cares about Joey Ermit .. no .. wait, what's his name? Nevermind.

And regarding Serafin, we are not a shell of a former selves. Justin, YEAH, that's his name .. and Thor just had their respective good nights and were able to pull a victory over the two best champions this business has ever seen. As for me being co-Champion, that's complete bull. The referee was an idiot and can't tell when an inside cradle is properly initiated. I SHOULD BE, the full World Heavyweight Champion, but that ref is an imbecile, and will lose his job soon .. so, yes. Now, what else did he say?

Katie pauses for a moment, thinking .. then she smiles, and continues to say what she had started a moment before.

Katie King ~ And then he said that Ticker was a one hit wonder and that he sucked because he was leaving or something, he jabbers too much. Oh yeah, and he said that he was a worse sob-story than Justin Evans.

And then he said that the writers wrote your catch phrases because you obviously didn't, and that you're emo or something and you cut yourself and scar yourself. Oh, and that glass scars but money talks. Then he just repeated the whole "the co part of your title means you suck," or something .. I wasn't listening. It was boring!

.. oh, and he compared you to AFI.

.. she ends her speech with a confused face. Jordan laughs.

Jordan ~ Alright, here we go ..

Ticker is leaving because he wants to try other things and he and Sammy don't want to confine their selves to wrestling. When Ticker lost his belt, he saw it as an opportunity to get out, seeing as he wasn't stuck to defend his title anymore. That is why he is leaving, not because he sucks .. oh, and what sob-story? He wants to leave .. so what?

And as far as my catch phrases, those are pure Jordan Glass. What's with everyone calling Serafin emo? It's getting quite sad now. It's like everyone wishes they were us, so they just call us names in order to make themselves feel better. Too bad it's not true, because then maybe all the ones who have faced us may have beaten us .. but guess what, THEY DIDN'T! So what makes Talentless By Design think they're any better?

Jordan stops, awaiting another question from Katie, but then remembers a couple other things he forgot to address.

Jordan ~ Oh, and I don't cut myself, glass does scar, money does talk, and Gavin Gyaos sucks more dick than Nikkie Manx, and believe you me, she sucks a lot .. whoops, did I let that slip? My bad.

Jordan stops, Katie goes to remind him that he forgot the AFI part, but Jordan raises his hand once more, cutting her off.

Jordan ~ I know, I was getting to that.

I saw the AFI part .. what was it he called them? Pale white skinned, long black bang having, and eye liner using .. and then Nikkie added in, abortion supporting, hybrid driving, tree hugging, environment caring, government hating, tight jean wearing, wrist band having, black nail polishing, bleeding heart liberals. Was that all?

Katie's eyes wide, she nods. Once again, the censors are going to love this interview.

Jordan ~ Alright .. and we are like them how? I am not pale, I don't have a long black bang, I don't wear eyeliner, I don't support abortion, I don't drive a hybrid, I don't hug trees or care for the environment, I do however hate the United States President and wear tight jeans. I may use black nail polish once and a while, but I don't wear wrist bands and everyone's heart bleeds in the sense that it pumps their blood. I may be similar to AFI in some ways .. but not at all am I entirely like them. Oh, and AFI are a good band motherfucker!

Jordan stands, looking around the room at the equipment, gesturing to it by spreading his arms.

Jordan ~ You see all this stuff? Well I use every bit of it on a daily basis, plus I jog, I eat as healthy as I can and my doctor has told me I am in the best physical shape he has ever seen anyone be in. My daily workout and run takes up between four and five hours. Then I have to do interviews, signings and house shows. Gavin, I don't care how much money you have and how famous you are, you're going to get an ass whooping come Side Effect.

Jordan stops, looking at Katie, smiling.

Jordan ~ Was that all?

Katie shakes her head, regaining her wits. She then smiles at Jordan and nods.

Katie King ~ Yes, it was. Wait .. I have one more question, on a personal note .. if that's alright?

Jordan smiles, nodding at Katie.

Katie King ~ We haven't heard from Alyssa for quite some time, and I was wondering .. are - are you single now?

.. she says shakily, obviously shy. Jordan smiles and goes to answer, but then a voice comes from off camera .. a feminine voice. One you know .. you know it's Alyssa.

Alyssa ~ No, he's not single and you better back the fuck off of my man before I throw you through that window.

Alyssa walks on camera, glaring at Katie, who hangs her head. She leans up against Jordan, raising one of her three-inch heeled feet up as she leans in and kisses him lightly on the lips, her extremely low-cut blouse obviously wide open for him to see. Her short, black leather skirt barely covered the upper part of her thighs as it rubbed ever so slightly against Jordan's leg.

Jordan smiled, looking at Katie.

Jordan ~ .. and she would throw you through that window, which is the sad part.

Jordan laughs as Katie just smiles slightly. She signals to the cameraman and he flicks off the camera and they begin to exit the room. Jordan calls to Katie before she leaves.

Jordan ~ You be sure to make me look good with that footage.

Katie turns, smiling at Jordan.

Katie King ~ Won't have to, you make yourself look good enough.

Alyssa's head snaps toward Katie, her deathly glare ripping at her flesh. Katie quickly gets the message and rushes out the door, leaving Jordan and Alyssa alone in the weight room.

Jordan looks down, staring into Alyssa's deep blue eyes, smiling.

Jordan ~ I missed you.

Alyssa smiles, kissing him lightly on the lips again.

Alyssa ~ I missed you too, but you know I had to go. I had to sort it out before it got too far and the press had a field day. Y'know how they are with this kind of stuff.

Jordan smiles, but it seems half-hearted.

Jordan ~ I know .. but I really could have used you around for my World Title match. I wasn't entirely focused, not seeing you for so long. I realize that it needed to be taken care of but ..

Alyssa places her index finger lightly on his lips, shushing him. She smiles seductively.

Alyssa ~ I know, but I'm here now .. and there's an empty floor right under us.

Jordan smiles and leans down, kissing Alyssa's neck softly as the camera dies and you see nothing but black, then white noise.
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|x| .. and you have no hope. |x|

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