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Post by Jennifer Enigma on Jan 6, 2021 3:22:54 GMT
Transylvanian Championship Match  Triple Threat Ladder Match Sam Black Versus Raven Trueblood Versus Jordan Post(c) |
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Post by Jennifer Enigma on Jan 18, 2021 2:34:24 GMT
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Post by Jennifer Enigma on Jan 18, 2021 2:35:25 GMT
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Post by Jennifer Enigma on Jan 18, 2021 2:36:23 GMT
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Post by Jennifer Enigma on Jan 18, 2021 16:52:10 GMT
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Post by Jordan Post on Jan 18, 2021 17:03:35 GMT
The cold winter wind howls from the north lifting up the loose snow and scatters it across the open. The conditions are near white out, close to no visibility to buy for the bare eyes of a human. The sounds of the normal traffic of cars diminished to those who are risk takers or have urgent plans. Jordan, wearing a heavy jacket, a black toque, white gloves is just outside on his balcony, having his usual coffee and smokes. His title, on the coffee table behind his coffee mug, getting slightly dusted by the snow. Jordan lifts his mug, takes a good sip of coffee, then another. He sits it back down in its place before grabbing his title and placing it on his lap. He ashes his smoke that was half way finished, and perches it back between his lips for another puff or two. Jordan: Yes, I’ve been silent. The battles in my head about the past has been such a daunting challenge, the waves of all the emotions are unbearable at times. It’s been almost a year since I came back to the sport. This holiday was the worse since the year of the accident but that’s unfortunately the growing pains of moving on. The last time I have spoken to the world, I had made the decision to move on from the terror of my past, and go towards the future. Yes I took a tumble, but everything is back on track. Jordan takes a swig of coffee Jordan: I have heard my opponents spoken a few times, and Sam Black questions my silence for the wrong reason. Yes I understand that the task ahead of myself for defending this title involves two very twisted individuals, that want nothing more then blood to spill and that I’m afraid. You see that’s where you are wrong, with the history of my past and all the shit I have gone through nothing the business has, will deter me away. I’ve had broken bones, landed in the hospital plenty of times, lost gallons of blood, yet I still stand where I am. You may be twisted, but in the great words of Brent Smith, I created the sound of madness. You see the man goes in explanation of the song, and it just absolutely makes sense. All this madness in the world, and we create that ourselves. No one is the exception, but some of us deal with it then others. All the talks of you guys living in the asylum, does not faze me. The blood and how it will spill, and possible body bags, been there done that. Back in my history, I’ve been lucky to come out alive, but it only gotten me stronger. I’ve had a street match best two of three matches years ago against another person who lived the way you guys do. Took him the distant, in a hour long blood bath of a match, we lost so much blood in that hour that we both landed In the hospital both fighting for our lives. I’ve literally been through hell and back, but I’m still here. The smoke diminishes to nothing as Jordan lights up another one, the wind slightly dies down and the visibility gets a little clearer Jordan: both of you guys seem very confident walking into the match, thinking you will be the new champion. Don’t take this as a cake walk just yet, this is a tame ladder match. I’ve bounce off of my forced retirement a year ago, and been placed in multiple triple threats and fatal four ways yet I still haven’t lost a single match here. I don’t plan to lose this one either, not saying that I won’t lose because sooner or later in this sport I’ll have to, I’m just saying I don’t plan on it. I’ve been in a dark hole, the battle of my mind, but I’ve been going hard on my training. Getting ready for what the “asylum” dwellers has in store to torture me. I’m prepared for the match, and if you guys are not, then I’ll be once again leaving with the title in my hands. You guys have to bring it, you talked a big game, blood being spilt, straightjackets, body bags. Not going to lie, got me excited with the match coming up, but if you guys are just talking the talk, but not walking the walk I’ll be so disappointed. I want the best you guys can get, I’m ready for this war, question is are you guys? End |
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