Post by Jordan "Bullet Proof" Glass on Apr 28, 2007 14:29:59 GMT -5
| Drop into hades .. |
Once again he found himself fighting for what he was. He was the champion, and he planned to keep it that way. he wasn't going to just lay down and die. He was going to stand tall, stay tall and win tall. Nothing would or could cut him down to size. He was the leader, and the rest would follow.
This was something he wasn't going to let get away. He was going to hold onto The Xtreme Championship, HIS championship. He would reign supreme over all these competitors. He was the biggest and the best of all the people walking into that ring at Aftermath, and he would not only walk out but he'd walk out with his belt over his shoulder.
That should show her.
---
Jordan ~ Tonight is all about we miss you.
His eyes gazed into the camera, bloodshot and glassy. His smile was one of suppressed emotions and torn feelings. His face was twisted with the tone of orange glow that was cast upon the whites of the shining orbs set in his head.
His nostrils flared with each drawn out breath that caressed his lips. His bang draped in front of his left eye, the tangled fray of black strands obstructing the view of the full left side of his face.
Jordan ~ We don't know what to do. We've tried and tried and we always come crawling back. It's something we've never felt before. People tell us that we're sick and twisted and that we need help for our problems.
Jordan's smile switches to to a snarl.
Jordan ~ WHY DON'T YOU GET HELP FOR ALL YOUR PROBLEMS, FUCK BAGS?!
He lets out a ferocious scream. The lens of the camera shakes with the vibrations escaping from his gaping mouth. He lets out another scream into the heavens.
Jordan ~ YOU HAVE NO GOD DAMNED RIGHT TO TELL US WHAT TO DO! YOU'RE ALL A BUNCH OF FUCKING BASTARDS, THAT'S WHAT YOU ARE!
He laughs hysterically, his right eyebrow twitching.
Jordan ~ What's that? You've got a problem with the way we're talking? FUCK THAT! We don't give a shit what you idiots think. We are our OWN master. We are our OWN controller.
He chuckles again, taking a step away from the camera.
Jordan ~ .. and we control every last one of you pathetic little fucks.
Now you can see his full body, and what's surrounding him. He is on a street corner, under an orange streetlight. It is pouring rain. Everything is drenched. The water runs off Jordan's black leather tranchcoat and his white muscle-shirt is drenched, as is his blue jeans.
Nobody is in sight. Not a person at all. He is alone in the night.
Jordan ~ Another night alone in the city.
We're alone again. This isn't the first time and it won't be the last. We're always alone, except for when we're with Jake .. and sometimes even then.
It's not good to always be alone. It makes you feel bad. It's not a good feeling. No, not at all.
Jordan's eyes suddenly clamp shut tightly and his two hands make hard fists at his sides. He begins to snarl again, then his hands snap up to his head, yanking on his hair. He releases another ferocious scream.
Jordan ~ Why?! Why did you do this to us?! You ripped apart everything we are. We're nothing anymore. Nothing .. nothing ..
His face relaxes and his hands release his hair. They fall, limp, back to his sides. He sighs. He drops to his hands and knees, the puddles splashing up into his face. He screams again. It echoes into a nearby ally.
A female laugh is heard inside the ally-way. it's faint though, as if it's not real. Jordan's head turns, looking into the darkness.
Feminine Voice ~ You're just going to lay down and die again, aren't you? Just let her run you over, then reverse back over you to make sure the job is done.
Jordan collapses into the puddles, then sighs again.
Feminine Voice ~ That's what I thought. You're the pathetic one, love. Sorry to break it to you.
Jordan ~ Leave us alone! You're always there to screw things up for us aren't you?
The female laugh is heard again.
Feminine Voice ~ Who's us, Jordan? I only see one lost soul laying on the sidewalk in the rain, not two.
Jordan's face twists with rage. He gets back to his hands and knees and attempts to stand, then slips, falling back down onto his side. He screams into the darkness again, hoping to scare off the voice.
She laughs again.
Feminine Voice ~ You never had good footing, did you? You never could stand on your own. I'm done with you, you waste of flesh. Bye love. Good luck with your life .. well, afterlife. You always said you couldn't live without me.
A gust of wind blew, and you could hear footsteps fading away. It sounded alot like heels.
Jordan got back to his hands and knees, and this time completed the attempt to get back to his feet. He stood up, mud and water running off his coat. His jeans were ripped and worn.
Jordan ~ We'll live .. I'll live. I'll go on without you. I'll end this. We're done .. never to start again. You're gone, and for good. Let the sun burn out tonight, for the end of time is here. I WILL live without you .. and I will live the way I want. I will live happy.
He walks toward the camera. Once again his bloodshot and glassy eyes glare into the camera. His smile was one of suppressed emotions and torn feelings. His face was twisted with the tone of orange glow that was cast upon the whites of the shining orbs set in his head. His nostrils flared with each drawn-out breath that grazed his cracked lips.
Jordan ~ I've won my battle with her .. now it's time to win my battle against all of you. Be ready. I'm ready to cut you all to pieces.
| .. and fight you're way back out. |
Once again he found himself fighting for what he was. He was the champion, and he planned to keep it that way. he wasn't going to just lay down and die. He was going to stand tall, stay tall and win tall. Nothing would or could cut him down to size. He was the leader, and the rest would follow.
This was something he wasn't going to let get away. He was going to hold onto The Xtreme Championship, HIS championship. He would reign supreme over all these competitors. He was the biggest and the best of all the people walking into that ring at Aftermath, and he would not only walk out but he'd walk out with his belt over his shoulder.
That should show her.
---
Jordan ~ Tonight is all about we miss you.
His eyes gazed into the camera, bloodshot and glassy. His smile was one of suppressed emotions and torn feelings. His face was twisted with the tone of orange glow that was cast upon the whites of the shining orbs set in his head.
His nostrils flared with each drawn out breath that caressed his lips. His bang draped in front of his left eye, the tangled fray of black strands obstructing the view of the full left side of his face.
Jordan ~ We don't know what to do. We've tried and tried and we always come crawling back. It's something we've never felt before. People tell us that we're sick and twisted and that we need help for our problems.
Jordan's smile switches to to a snarl.
Jordan ~ WHY DON'T YOU GET HELP FOR ALL YOUR PROBLEMS, FUCK BAGS?!
He lets out a ferocious scream. The lens of the camera shakes with the vibrations escaping from his gaping mouth. He lets out another scream into the heavens.
Jordan ~ YOU HAVE NO GOD DAMNED RIGHT TO TELL US WHAT TO DO! YOU'RE ALL A BUNCH OF FUCKING BASTARDS, THAT'S WHAT YOU ARE!
He laughs hysterically, his right eyebrow twitching.
Jordan ~ What's that? You've got a problem with the way we're talking? FUCK THAT! We don't give a shit what you idiots think. We are our OWN master. We are our OWN controller.
He chuckles again, taking a step away from the camera.
Jordan ~ .. and we control every last one of you pathetic little fucks.
Now you can see his full body, and what's surrounding him. He is on a street corner, under an orange streetlight. It is pouring rain. Everything is drenched. The water runs off Jordan's black leather tranchcoat and his white muscle-shirt is drenched, as is his blue jeans.
Nobody is in sight. Not a person at all. He is alone in the night.
Jordan ~ Another night alone in the city.
We're alone again. This isn't the first time and it won't be the last. We're always alone, except for when we're with Jake .. and sometimes even then.
It's not good to always be alone. It makes you feel bad. It's not a good feeling. No, not at all.
Jordan's eyes suddenly clamp shut tightly and his two hands make hard fists at his sides. He begins to snarl again, then his hands snap up to his head, yanking on his hair. He releases another ferocious scream.
Jordan ~ Why?! Why did you do this to us?! You ripped apart everything we are. We're nothing anymore. Nothing .. nothing ..
His face relaxes and his hands release his hair. They fall, limp, back to his sides. He sighs. He drops to his hands and knees, the puddles splashing up into his face. He screams again. It echoes into a nearby ally.
A female laugh is heard inside the ally-way. it's faint though, as if it's not real. Jordan's head turns, looking into the darkness.
Feminine Voice ~ You're just going to lay down and die again, aren't you? Just let her run you over, then reverse back over you to make sure the job is done.
Jordan collapses into the puddles, then sighs again.
Feminine Voice ~ That's what I thought. You're the pathetic one, love. Sorry to break it to you.
Jordan ~ Leave us alone! You're always there to screw things up for us aren't you?
The female laugh is heard again.
Feminine Voice ~ Who's us, Jordan? I only see one lost soul laying on the sidewalk in the rain, not two.
Jordan's face twists with rage. He gets back to his hands and knees and attempts to stand, then slips, falling back down onto his side. He screams into the darkness again, hoping to scare off the voice.
She laughs again.
Feminine Voice ~ You never had good footing, did you? You never could stand on your own. I'm done with you, you waste of flesh. Bye love. Good luck with your life .. well, afterlife. You always said you couldn't live without me.
A gust of wind blew, and you could hear footsteps fading away. It sounded alot like heels.
Jordan got back to his hands and knees, and this time completed the attempt to get back to his feet. He stood up, mud and water running off his coat. His jeans were ripped and worn.
Jordan ~ We'll live .. I'll live. I'll go on without you. I'll end this. We're done .. never to start again. You're gone, and for good. Let the sun burn out tonight, for the end of time is here. I WILL live without you .. and I will live the way I want. I will live happy.
He walks toward the camera. Once again his bloodshot and glassy eyes glare into the camera. His smile was one of suppressed emotions and torn feelings. His face was twisted with the tone of orange glow that was cast upon the whites of the shining orbs set in his head. His nostrils flared with each drawn-out breath that grazed his cracked lips.
Jordan ~ I've won my battle with her .. now it's time to win my battle against all of you. Be ready. I'm ready to cut you all to pieces.
| .. and fight you're way back out. |
