Post by Jordan "Bullet Proof" Glass on Mar 28, 2007 20:21:16 GMT -5
| A rose by any other name .. |
It was time. The crowd was quiet and seated. Nobody was expecting it. It was time for him to make his appearance.
The XVItron's screen went black as the sound of static sounded over the PA system and out over the masses in attendance. Some of them plugged their ears, hoping to drown out the loud noise.
Across the screen scrolled ..
[glow=black,2,300]The "Bullet Proof" One[/glow]
.. and the crowd jumped to their feet, cheering and holding up signs. They knew who those words referred to. They knew who was about to make an entrance fit for a king. It was the one they loved and adored.
As the bass line of Miss Murder by AFI started, at the top of the ramp, he stood, tall and proud. As the bass line ended and the song began, pyrotechnics exploded in the shape of an X above his head. As the sparks rained down upon his head and shoulders, he began to walk slowly toward to ring.
He looked from side to side, smiling at the fans who screamed his name and held up signs signifying how much they favored him out of the rest of the roster.
Around his shins dangled the tail of his black leather trench coat, just as his black tangled hair dangled around his broad shoulders. He sported a black muscle tee and deep navy blue jeans which covered the neck of his black leather boots.
He walked with a sense of self-courage, almost a cocky strut. It was something you'd never seen on him before. It suited him quite good actually.
He slowly makes his way up the ring stairs and onto the apron. He stepped under the top rope after taking a look out into the crowd with a smile on his face, and walked to the turnbuckle.
He leaps up onto the second rope, raising one arm up into the air. He smiles widely as the chorus of Miss Murder blasts out over his adoring fans. He jumps down off the turnbuckle and walks toward the center of the ring where a microphone already lay in wait of him.
He leaned over and grasped the smooth plastic handle of the microphone between his long fingers and his smooth palm. He looked around at the massive amount of people who had assembled for tonight. It brought a smile to his face to know that all these people loved what he did. They began to quiet down. They wanted to hear what The "Bullet Proof" One had come out here tonight to say.
He raised the microphone to his smooth moist lips and ..
Jordan ~ Hello all you XVI fans out there!
The crowd exploded with cheers and chants once again. Jordan laughed.
Jordan ~ How are we all tonight?
The chants and screams became louder.
Jordan ~ That's good, that's good.
I bet you are all wondering why I'm out here tonight .. is that correct?
The crowd cheered even louder this time. Jordan grimaces.
Jordan ~ I'll take that as a yes.
Well .. I'm out here tonight to clear a couple of things up.
There are rumors circulating about the "insurance policy" I've been talking so much about. No, I do not plan to cheat in my match. I plan to win it fair and square. In no way will anyone be coming into that ring to aid me.
Another rumor is that I have plans to bring back one of the veterans of this business. I have no idea which veteran this is referring to, but this is also one hundred percent false. I am not bringing back anyone from the past of the business of professional wrestling.
I will address one more rumor. The last rumor I will address is the one that states that I am just piling on the bullshit when I say I am guaranteed the match this Sunday. I will say once again, this is also a lie. I AM guaranteed the match at A Fool's Revenge and there is no way that Prozac, Ritalin or anyone else in this company can stop me. Well, that's a lie .. Makaveli could stop me if he refuses to hire the people I have planned to bring into this company, but I doubt he will do that. It just wouldn't be a good .. 'business' decision.
Jordan chuckles a bit to himself, but the crowd is confused. They have no idea what Jordan is talking about. What does he mean 'business' decision? He puts the microphone back to his lips.
Jordan ~ Now. I DEMAND whoever is spreading these rumors to STOP. You are only confusing the fans. You just have to wait and see what happens on Sunday.
One thing that will happen on Sunday, as we all know, is Prozac's name will be added to my list of people that I've beaten here in XVI. He will join his tag partner Ritalin, who I've beaten twice. He will also join the likes of Thor, Versage Flames and Johnny Kaos.
Another thing that will happen on Sunday is my dear friend Jake Xavier will win his match against Ritalin. There will be NO wins for The Meds at A Fool's Revenge. We will make sure of that. But that's not really any of my business, and it's off topic.
Another thing that will happen this Sunday at the pay per view is I, Jordan Glass, will be named the NEW XTreme Championship holder. No longer will this title be .. wasted on the likes of Prozac. As I've already said, I will defeat him in the flaming tables match by throwing him through that burning hunk of wood, and I will be known as the best XTreme Champion this business has ever seen.
The crowd begin to cheer again as Jordan declares his dominance over Prozac. It seems as if Jordan has ruled out ANY possibility that he could even come close to losing this match. He raises the microphone back to his lips once more.
Jordan ~ When I entered this company, I was a nobody. A no one. A nothing. I am no longer that, and I refuse to go back there. I have finally made a name for myself in this business, and I will continue to compete and win. I will bow to no man. I will NOT be second fiddle to ANYONE. Let it be Prozac or any other man that I will ever face. I refuse to lay down and die like I have in the past. That gets you nowhere. I stopped doing that a long time ago, which is why I am where I am today. I am at the pinnacle of my career thus far, and I'll be damned if some snot nosed kid will take that away from me.
Jordan seems to be getting worked up. He has begun to pace the ring and is waving his arms this way and that, pointing at random people in the crowd, trying to emphasize what he is saying.
Jordan ~ My plan is coming together PERFECTLY, and nothing can stand in the way of my dominance in this wrestling federation.
I WILL win my flaming tables match against Prozac at A Fool's Revenge, Jake Xavier WILL win his match against Ritalin, and this Sunday WILL be the first day of the rest of my career in the business. Eat THAT, bitch.
Jordan throws down the microphone and it bounces off the ring and then out of the ring. He drops down to his belly and rolls out of the ring. He walks up the stainless steel ramp, not taking his eyes away from the curtain for even a second. He doesn't blink, flinch or twitch.
As he reaches the top of the ramp, he gracefully spins on his heel and glares down toward the ring. He yells something. You can not hear it, but you can read his lips. He has said "Darkness, aid me!" He raises his arms quickly and then brings them down two times as fast.
Just then, the lights go out and a bolt of lightning shoots down from the rafters of the building, hitting Jordan directly on the top of the head. The lightning dissipates, but the lights are still out.
Minutes later the lights come back on, and Jordan is nowhere to be seen. Where did he go? What did he mean "Darkness, aid me!" ? Who knows? He's such a .. 'different' person.
| .. would still prick your finger with its thorns. |
It was time. The crowd was quiet and seated. Nobody was expecting it. It was time for him to make his appearance.
The XVItron's screen went black as the sound of static sounded over the PA system and out over the masses in attendance. Some of them plugged their ears, hoping to drown out the loud noise.
Across the screen scrolled ..
[glow=black,2,300]The "Bullet Proof" One[/glow]
.. and the crowd jumped to their feet, cheering and holding up signs. They knew who those words referred to. They knew who was about to make an entrance fit for a king. It was the one they loved and adored.
As the bass line of Miss Murder by AFI started, at the top of the ramp, he stood, tall and proud. As the bass line ended and the song began, pyrotechnics exploded in the shape of an X above his head. As the sparks rained down upon his head and shoulders, he began to walk slowly toward to ring.
He looked from side to side, smiling at the fans who screamed his name and held up signs signifying how much they favored him out of the rest of the roster.
Around his shins dangled the tail of his black leather trench coat, just as his black tangled hair dangled around his broad shoulders. He sported a black muscle tee and deep navy blue jeans which covered the neck of his black leather boots.
He walked with a sense of self-courage, almost a cocky strut. It was something you'd never seen on him before. It suited him quite good actually.
He slowly makes his way up the ring stairs and onto the apron. He stepped under the top rope after taking a look out into the crowd with a smile on his face, and walked to the turnbuckle.
He leaps up onto the second rope, raising one arm up into the air. He smiles widely as the chorus of Miss Murder blasts out over his adoring fans. He jumps down off the turnbuckle and walks toward the center of the ring where a microphone already lay in wait of him.
He leaned over and grasped the smooth plastic handle of the microphone between his long fingers and his smooth palm. He looked around at the massive amount of people who had assembled for tonight. It brought a smile to his face to know that all these people loved what he did. They began to quiet down. They wanted to hear what The "Bullet Proof" One had come out here tonight to say.
He raised the microphone to his smooth moist lips and ..
Jordan ~ Hello all you XVI fans out there!
The crowd exploded with cheers and chants once again. Jordan laughed.
Jordan ~ How are we all tonight?
The chants and screams became louder.
Jordan ~ That's good, that's good.
I bet you are all wondering why I'm out here tonight .. is that correct?
The crowd cheered even louder this time. Jordan grimaces.
Jordan ~ I'll take that as a yes.
Well .. I'm out here tonight to clear a couple of things up.
There are rumors circulating about the "insurance policy" I've been talking so much about. No, I do not plan to cheat in my match. I plan to win it fair and square. In no way will anyone be coming into that ring to aid me.
Another rumor is that I have plans to bring back one of the veterans of this business. I have no idea which veteran this is referring to, but this is also one hundred percent false. I am not bringing back anyone from the past of the business of professional wrestling.
I will address one more rumor. The last rumor I will address is the one that states that I am just piling on the bullshit when I say I am guaranteed the match this Sunday. I will say once again, this is also a lie. I AM guaranteed the match at A Fool's Revenge and there is no way that Prozac, Ritalin or anyone else in this company can stop me. Well, that's a lie .. Makaveli could stop me if he refuses to hire the people I have planned to bring into this company, but I doubt he will do that. It just wouldn't be a good .. 'business' decision.
Jordan chuckles a bit to himself, but the crowd is confused. They have no idea what Jordan is talking about. What does he mean 'business' decision? He puts the microphone back to his lips.
Jordan ~ Now. I DEMAND whoever is spreading these rumors to STOP. You are only confusing the fans. You just have to wait and see what happens on Sunday.
One thing that will happen on Sunday, as we all know, is Prozac's name will be added to my list of people that I've beaten here in XVI. He will join his tag partner Ritalin, who I've beaten twice. He will also join the likes of Thor, Versage Flames and Johnny Kaos.
Another thing that will happen on Sunday is my dear friend Jake Xavier will win his match against Ritalin. There will be NO wins for The Meds at A Fool's Revenge. We will make sure of that. But that's not really any of my business, and it's off topic.
Another thing that will happen this Sunday at the pay per view is I, Jordan Glass, will be named the NEW XTreme Championship holder. No longer will this title be .. wasted on the likes of Prozac. As I've already said, I will defeat him in the flaming tables match by throwing him through that burning hunk of wood, and I will be known as the best XTreme Champion this business has ever seen.
The crowd begin to cheer again as Jordan declares his dominance over Prozac. It seems as if Jordan has ruled out ANY possibility that he could even come close to losing this match. He raises the microphone back to his lips once more.
Jordan ~ When I entered this company, I was a nobody. A no one. A nothing. I am no longer that, and I refuse to go back there. I have finally made a name for myself in this business, and I will continue to compete and win. I will bow to no man. I will NOT be second fiddle to ANYONE. Let it be Prozac or any other man that I will ever face. I refuse to lay down and die like I have in the past. That gets you nowhere. I stopped doing that a long time ago, which is why I am where I am today. I am at the pinnacle of my career thus far, and I'll be damned if some snot nosed kid will take that away from me.
Jordan seems to be getting worked up. He has begun to pace the ring and is waving his arms this way and that, pointing at random people in the crowd, trying to emphasize what he is saying.
Jordan ~ My plan is coming together PERFECTLY, and nothing can stand in the way of my dominance in this wrestling federation.
I WILL win my flaming tables match against Prozac at A Fool's Revenge, Jake Xavier WILL win his match against Ritalin, and this Sunday WILL be the first day of the rest of my career in the business. Eat THAT, bitch.
Jordan throws down the microphone and it bounces off the ring and then out of the ring. He drops down to his belly and rolls out of the ring. He walks up the stainless steel ramp, not taking his eyes away from the curtain for even a second. He doesn't blink, flinch or twitch.
As he reaches the top of the ramp, he gracefully spins on his heel and glares down toward the ring. He yells something. You can not hear it, but you can read his lips. He has said "Darkness, aid me!" He raises his arms quickly and then brings them down two times as fast.
Just then, the lights go out and a bolt of lightning shoots down from the rafters of the building, hitting Jordan directly on the top of the head. The lightning dissipates, but the lights are still out.
Minutes later the lights come back on, and Jordan is nowhere to be seen. Where did he go? What did he mean "Darkness, aid me!" ? Who knows? He's such a .. 'different' person.
| .. would still prick your finger with its thorns. |
