Post by Trey Jordan on Jul 1, 2012 23:19:58 GMT -5
Wrestler Info
"The REAL Show" Trey Jordan
Height: 6' 4''
Weight: 247 lbs
Alignment: NEUTRAL [Heel ATM]
Hometown: Brooklyn, NY - USA
Pic Base: 'THE ROCK' Dwayne Johnson
Theme Music: "Party Up" by DMX
Wrestling Style: Unorthodox, Speedy & Strong. High Impact!
Click Here for TreyJ's Intro Song YouTube Video
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Entrance Description
The music and lighting dies out as DMX slowly kicks in... The arena goes black, then flashes in hues of yellow and red to the beat of the DMX tune, "Party Up". The crowd goes off, a sea of booming dismay for Trey's arrival. At the entrance way two streams of bright red pyro blast towards the rafters as Jordan comes charging from the back with a huge smile on his face. His eyes hid behind a pair of dark Aviator shades, and an Revival exclusive "a REAL. revolution" tee over his chest with the sleeves cut off. Jordan comes to a stop at the stage, throwing his hand up above his eyes as if to scan the jeer filled crowd. He shakes his head in a smug display of disgust...
Stan Hopeford: And coming to the ring now from Brooklyn, New York. He weighs in at two forty seven, he is... THE REAAAL SHOW... TRRRRRREY JORRRRRRDAAAANNNNN!!!
Trey finally takes off in a fast paced walk down the ramp and right into the sea of hands reaching out to him, he ignores those hands as he hustles for the ring. The fan's hands bouncing off him with swagger to each step as his mouth is going a thousand miles an hour. Trey hits ringside and jaw jacks a few fans near ringside before hustling up the ring stairs and ducking into the ring... He grabs a corner and leaps up, ripping the shades from his eyes with a bright sarcastic drenched smile as he glares out over the crowd. Trey tosses his shades out into the sea of fans before tugging off his tee and doing the same with it. DMX begins to fade off as Trey hops down, checking his knee and elbow pads as he loosens up for the match.
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Brief Character Bio
Formerly worked for the small town Canadian promotion, SCCW. He is an extremely versatile athlete, but a tad too arrogant for his own good. Jordan is a former football star for the NCAA, but lost his bid at the professional level due to a costly injury. An injury he refuses to acknowledge, he spent time with the NYPD as a member of S.W.A.T., after working his way through the ranks. He chose against a career there, thus following in his father's footsteps and taking to the World of Professional wrestling. He's never afraid of a fight, he has an aggressive, in your face style that can rub many the wrong way. He is strong, quick, and at times very smart in the ring. Not having real classic training, Jordan taught himself how to grapple based off watching his Father train as he grew up, he relies mostly on his nimbleness and raw strength, maybe even too much at times. He spent some time training with various wrestling schools after getting his first taste of pro wrestling as a paid bodyguard for a wrestling promotion in Ohio, IWX in 2008. He went to Barrie looking for the chance to finally be in the ring... After debuting in SCCW and winning their Bad Blood championship, Trey ask for release following the Violence is Glamour arena event to pursue his career on the NEXT level with the growing global promotion, Alpha Entertainment! After the launch of Alpha's Any Given Monday... their flagship program. Jordan made himself into a household name there. The crowd's seemingly taking to him more so by the show. But Jordan was forced to leave after his mother's shooting & death. When he was ready to return Alpha had closed doors after Zenith made their launching attack at AGM. Now nearly a year later, after spending much time on the Indy circuit refining his skills... Trey J is ready to return to the big time in Revival Wrestling on HBO! Looks like Abusement Park is finally back open for business!
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Favorite Moves List
- 1. modified snapping spinebuster
- 2. short arm clothesline
- 3. spinning overhead belly to belly suplex
- 4. multi-styled punches [brawlin]
- 5. diving shoulder block [sometimes from the top rope!]
- 6. fall away slam [or snap ab suplex]
- 7. Death Valley Driver [sometimes from the top rope!]
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Trademark Moves List
- The Double F G [Fall from Grace] (Stalling Suplex into Powerslam)
- The Showstoppa (Modified Flowing DDT)
- Bombs Over Brooklyn (Rock Bottom)
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Finishing Moves
Finisher(s) Name:
*primary*
"Shows Over"
(Described as a fireman's carry facebuster, the move sees a wrestler lift an opponent up in a fireman's carry across his shoulders, then throw the opponent's legs out in front of him to spin them out while he simultaneously falls backwards, and then it drives into a DDT. This move was made famous by Brock Lesnar.)
*secondary*
"Goal Line Stand"
(Think of Rhyno's 'Gore' or Goldberg's spear... Trey uses this to set up his Shows Over. Using every ounce of his frame, speed, and strength to level his opponent with the take down.)
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Sample Roleplay
-] December 25th, 2004 - 2:23 A.M. - Brooklyn, New York [-
..:: The Crystal Methods "Name Of The Game" is pumping from the stereo unit of a large "box" aluminum black truck as it twist around a turn on a snow covered New York street corner. As we head inside the black truck, we see a familiar Alpha face... That of Trey Jordan himself, the REAL Show. He looks a few years younger ofcourse, wearing a goatee around his mouth, and his S.W.A.T. issued Kevlar vest with a pair of black cargo pants as he loads a clip into his fully customized, ArmaLite Model 15. Better known World wide by it's military designated name of "M16". Over the booming music, and the sounds of eight S.W.A.T. members saying various prayers, and loading up their choice weaponry, the woman across the box truck from Trey tosses a single bullet at him, drawing his eyes up at her. Trey smirks and raises his voice out to her over the commotion all around them. ::..
Don't sweat this Nattie, it's nothing more than and simple breach and clear. These coke heads won't know that the real power of this city is coming down on them until we break in the doors and make em dirty their diapers! We got atleast a half scale operation going on here... But these drug dealers... Ya just never know.
Ha ha, damn straight Jordan! Trust me Nattie, this guy has been through this a thousand times. He's the best!
..:: The woman we now know as Nattie, well she seems to have the nerves of someone that could be pretty new to the life of a S.W.A.T. member. The man who interjected his opinion has the word "Brody" etched on the left chest of his Kevlar vest. He is busy shoving shells down into a tactical 12 gauge shotgun. Jordan nods and rolls his eyes slightly. ::..
Don't listen to Brode here, he's loco. You'll learn that! But it will be okay. You just keep your head down and the barrel forward, you'll be fine.
I hope so, my lil girl is waiting up for me. It's Christmas morning for Christ sakes!
Christmas, Easter, Turkey Day... Forget em Natt. When duty calls, it screams.
..:: Nattie gives a defeated glance at Trey, Jordan raises both brows in her direction. But he knew all too well that Brody spoke the truth. Suddenly the box truck came to a dead stop, the S.W.A.T. near the back flung the doors wide open and they start pouring out into the snowy street. Jordan cocked his rifle, and rolled his neck before tucking his head into his standard issued helmet. He jumped up and slapped Nattie hard across her shoulder. ::..
Let's roll girl!
Okay, I'm ready...
..:: Brody lead the three out, as they followed with the group towards what appeared to be a set of stairs leading down to an almost underground like warehouse of sorts. As we head inside the warehouse, we see rows of tables with bright lights everywhere. Cocaine as far as the eye can see as men and women alike are hard at work packaging it up. Bing Crosby's "White Christmas" can be heard as it plays from a small stereo unit as suddenly the doors come crashing wide open and NY's finest S.W.A.T. team floods in with their weapons up... Jordan's voice booms out as he gives orders. ::..
HANDS UP! HANDS UP WHERE WE CAN SEE EM!!! EVERYBODY ON THEIR KNEES!
TREY!!
..:: "White Christmas" continues to play out as one of the drug traffickers takes a shot with a snub nosed pistol at Trey! Nattie shouldering him forward as the bullet connects flush in the side of her neck! Blood sails as she gags and spirals to a slump on the floor. Jordan's eyes go wide before his face contorts with rage, he makes multiple motions with his hands and shouts in almost a roar! ::..
OFFICER DOWN! OFFICER DOWN! TAKE IT TO 'EM BOYS!!!
BASTARDS!
..:: Brody screams out as he slides into a table and flips it on it's side! Bing Crosby's tune still playing as the white powder of the coke fills the air, gun fire so loud no one can barely hear a word being shouted between the group of drug dealers and the S.W.A.T. members. Jordan fires his gun, then ducks down, dragging at Nattie and pulling her into him, he places pressure on her neck as her deep crimson blood escapes between his fingers. Shock over his face... Jordan shakes his head and screams down at her. ::..
Don't you die on me rook, come on Natt! Think about that lil one, think bout your girl! It's Christmas for Christ's sake! You hang on! You hang in there!
She's gone Trey, forget it. We got a mess here... You need to radio support. There's like two hundred of these fuckers! Radio it in!
..:: Jordan's blood seems to boil, her open eyes already haunting him as he looks down at Nattie. He uses his fingers to pinch them closed, and lets her slump along the flipped over table. He grabs his radio and calls for support. "White Christmas" still playing out as coke fills the air, bullets crack and sail past him. Trey is furious as his teeth grind and he pulls back his trigger with all his might. Spraying bullets all over as he suddenly hears a buzzing noise. ::..
-BEEP-
-BEEP-
-BEEP-
-] May 25th, 2011 - 4:23 A.M. - Knoxville, Tennessee [-
..:: Jordan falls out of his hotel bed, the alarm he had set for 4:20 A.M. was busy doing it's job now as he sat up on his knees. A cold sweat all over him as he looked around the darkness all around him. Reaching up and turning the bed side lamp on, his eyes narrowed to a squint. He shook his head and softly said a name. ::..
Nicole.
..:: Jordan then remembered he had forgot to send his monthly check to the Davenport Orphanage, he had been sending them any money he could for the past eight years. He climbed up into his bed and pulled up the bed side phone, dialing up his agent Micheal Stone as the scene went black. ::..
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-] Present Day - 5:00 P.M. - Knoxville, Tennessee [-
..:: The Thompson-Boling Arena is where we focus in next, down one of the corridors and around a corner. We see a huge crowd of soon to be Alpha fans, all talking amongst one another. Wearing new Alpha 'AGM' gear, as well as tees for some of the Alpha stars. As we pan over this jam packed section of the arena, we see a long table set up at the far end... A huge portrait like poster of Trey Jordan landing his "Show's Over" fireman's DDT is blended with a tight shot of him wearing a huge toothy smile. As the shot pulls through the crowd of people, we come to the actual table where Trey Jordan sits. Signing a hat for a young teen boy, before his growing infamous smile crosses his face, and he eyes up the camera. ::..
Oh hey Alpha... Da Bomb was wondering when you'd make it through this 'Knox-ed out" crowd! I can't believe how hyped up these folks are for Alpha's first show! They've been quaking the REAL Show with Q's all dammmmn day!
..:: Jordan stands from the table, he motions over who appears to be none other than Myke Adams. Adams with his face all painted up, as he smiles and the huge banner of Trey gets rolled over with one of Adams landing his famed Swanton! Jordan grabs Adams' hand in a tight shake and smiles with a nod. ::..
You're turn spot monkey.
..:: Adams shakes his head, and nudges by Jordan as he greets the crowd of fans. They scream his name and go nuts at the sight of the painted up, Suicidal Superman. Trey shakes his head as he hustles around the set up banner and motions the camera to follow. ::..
That Adams, he's a character. But speaking of which, so are these three misguided pop rocks that the REAL Show needs to deal with come Monday. I figure I'll let ole Supes take some of the 'pops' over there for now while I get back on track... Ya see da Bomb has been patient, he's spent the last week or so hyping these folks up through signing autographs, taking pictures... Kissing mommas, shaking their kids, putting headlocks on little tikes while their parents giggled like school girls... Da Bomb has been making Alpha burn right through Knoxville!
..:: Trey presses his back behind the set up of the "banner" we can still hear the crowd in the background, calling out to Myke Adams. They are loud as they seem excited as ever for Alpha to be in town. Jordan eyes up the lens for a moment and folds his arms over his chest. ::..
That's right you three greasy wanna bes, ole Trey J has been patient. And he's awaited your remarks, your words of wisdom for days upon days. I thought you were all gonna hide under the rocks until being forced out on Monday... But ya'all surprised me. Ya'all managed to open up and run off at the gullet. Da Bomb would like to note, while hilarious... Waiting for the shit you three slung was not well worth it... You goofballs belong in those little watering holes ya used to call home. Dolton Monroe as a second rate 'bye' week for the champion in the place named after a Nintendo game. Ken Davison as the prettiest drag queen in Europe. And Lucas Young Mountain as a second rate punching bag for various REAL MMA fighters... You all fit your bills quite well.
..:: Trey raises his left brow and smirks. ::..
But since the REAL bullets have been fired, let the REAL deal break it down REAL nice for you three pop tarts. Who better to run down into the floor than the least intelligent of three idiots... Dolton Monroe?
..:: Jordan shrugs now, and shakes his head. ::..
Just my thoughts... nobody. Nobody is an easier target, or a worse 'crunch' time playa then ole Dolton. Ever since his sorry ass stepped off of Boobstreet and into Simcoe, he's had one thing, and ONE thing alone going for him... He's been laughed at. I guess all that laughter finally gets to a consistent failure. I listened to his half assed cracks, the REAL Show shook his head. Disappointed after waiting so long, for so little...
..:: Jordan stands up, we can still hear the excitement back where the crowd is meeting with Adams. So he paces away from that area and slowly walks down a hall and around a corner, things grow more quiet as Jordan keeps his eyes forward. Speaking again as he paces along very slowly. ::..
Dolt, I expected more fire and less watered down non sense outta someone who 'owes' me. Someone I embarrassed the last time he was even NEAR me... I expected you to give a little more at my ass. You should want this ya cartoon. More than 'Goofy' Ken Davison, or Lucas "Mini-Mountain" Young. The BIG stage, with the BIG dogs... You wanna ramble about placement?! Are you kidding me, you're no joker... that's for sure. Placement doesn't matter in Alpha yet... We are all right here...
..:: Jordan holds his right hand out at chest level before him. ::..
Well, cept Jordan. The REAL Show is right here...
..:: Trey shrugs and moves his left out out before him, slightly above the right. ::..
But I looked over the card when it came out, I scouted what was happening, and what was going down. And I gave a call to the GM, and that boss man. I ask their asses why the REAL, the ONLY, and the WHOLE dammmn show had to waste his talent with a half rate former wanna be MMA fighter, a former Euro-trash champ, and a love child of Marilyn Manson and a chicken... And ya know what they told me Dolton? They told the REAL Show to just entertain... To go out there and prove he was here to bring asses to those seats. Maybe you should look to do the same, ya wanna make big bills? Ya wanna put that stupid names of yours on the market as more than a half rate runner up... Well this is your chance.
..:: Trey J shakes his head, he folds his arms back up over his front and leans against the wall near him. His eyes narrowed as he stares out the large panes of glass that line this hallway. It is raining outside, as the skies are dark and cloudy in Knoxville this day. He slowly continues as his eyes move to the lens again. ::..
But you wanna drag up Ohio, and Barrie. You wanna talk about skulls I've cracked, and the IMPACT I've made with only a few chance shots... Like it's a bad thing?! I broke into this business like a REAL man, I worked hard to teach myself the style... the flair, the path. And yeah I had to act like glorified muscle in Ohio, but Kraven saw enough in me to give me this chance... To give me some reigns in Alpha and let me show the Nation what I can, and WILL do. He wants the REAL show to bring it REAL dammmmn good! And that's what I plan on doing. The crap that went down with Cain was Paul's own choice, he wanted me to beat him senseless... He drug family into the situation... And the way that little poster boy Starling got his hands on my four down and gold on my waist title belt... I will leave that under the bridge.
..:: Jordan gazes back out through the glass. ::..
This is a REAL fresh start, and REAL chance for this bad ass mother trucker to make his REAL mark. I refuse to let some second rate emo kid with too many steroids in him, and enough gel in his rooster do to fix a broken lamp, get under my skin. Trey J was bound to be unleashed from the get go Dolton, and the sooner ya realize this... the less and less stun gunned you'll be when Any Given Monday is all said and done in Knoxville. That throw away trash promotion in Canada was a small window in... This my silly mascara wearing friend, this is the REAL friggin doorway to the stars!
..:: The REAL Show glares back at the camera now, shaking his head. ::..
But now that we've touched the weakest link... How about we take a few feet up the totem pole and see what we have on the ole mind about a former MMA dropout? What about Lucas Young, the mountain of size, with nothing in the way of substance... Lucas, Lucas, Lucas... You intentionally opening doors for Da Bomb?
..:: Trey smirks a bit. ::..
Or was it a chance occurrence that you loaded my verbal gun for me? Let me start off on you by asking something... What does intermediation have to do with this four way dance?! You think nursery rhymes are the BEST the REAL and ONLY show in Alpha can come up with? Are you kiddin muah? Like was that a REAL crack, or were you trying to warm us up for the REAL punch line? You think you're really that rare of a breed?
..:: Jordan smiles wide as he stands and starts his walk again. ::..
Like 'idiot' doesn't come in different sizes and colors... I swear. But you wouldn't respect a man for wrestling with a broken back?! Right?!
..:: Suddenly Trey goes limp and falls to the floor, digging on his elbows as he playfully moans and groans. Reaching up with an almost goofy zombie thing going. He rolls backward and slowly stands now, dusty off his pants with a sway of his head. He cracks his neck slightly to one side and grins. ::..
Trey J would respect and man with a broken spine, just for having the grapes to crawl in a ring with some pf the maniacs around Alpha. I guess it really is true what they say about height then... Heh Lucas? The higher the mountain the less and less oxygen that reaches it's peak. Maybe that lack of oxygen has caused some type of irreversible damage to that tiny ping ball ya got playing 'Pong' in that head of yours... Maybe you really just don't get it...
..:: Jordan looks down and just stares at the floor before him... Moments pass as he finally peers to the lens. ::..
Alpha Entertainment has ONE REAL SHOW... And you're looking at him. I didn't write checks I can't cash ten times over. I am going to beat your over sized ass ALL OVER this arena. That crowd is gonna scream, and clap, and go APE SHIT over the way the Show works you and those other two pop rocks over. You wanna talk about intermediation... Maybe you should be thinking about intimidation?! Maybe you should think, hey I'm big, I'm dumb, but I'm also strong... And try to impose that upon half wits like Davison and Dolton. But it won't work with the REAL playa...
..:: Jordan smirks a bit. ::..
I see through that whole failed MMA drop out showcase to the REAL Young mountain inside... A self doubting, scared little guy. Worried he's gonna get showed up by three midgets. One of them with a BIG mouth... One of them not afraid to say it just to spray it. One of them so dammmmn wild on the verbal hits, that you dunno if he's even attacked you until someone translates the sheer awesomeness of what's been said to your monkey ass! You're so damn stupid Young... I am gonna hold myself back from saying much more. Instead I am gonna let the way I beat your ass come Monday do the rest of the talkin for me... Ya ready for the show? Ya ready for it to be Over?!
..:: Trey nods a bit, rolling his eyes now as he starts walking along again. Speaking to the lens as the camera follows. ::..
Guess that leaves the final cog in the silly Manilly machine... Heh Kenny D? Trey J sat and he listened to you speak, then he played it again, and again. And each time it sounded more and more like a bullshit marathon was running on my tube. You're a REAL funny guy... I don't think it's by design either. I think you really believe those softy bitch bullshit words you spew like fire from a dragon's lips... You actually think you're a God in that ring... Good thing for Alpha they sent me in then, heh? A God against...
..:: Jordan whips his eyes on the lens. ::..
The... REAL... Show...
..:: Trey takes a steady, deep, breath. Exhaling it slowly as he seems a little irritated by the notion of Davison as a 'God'. He shakes his head again and rolls his eyes once more. ::..
Your admission to owning a man pleaser is your own business, by the way, Kenny D. You talk about your crypt keeper ass like fifteen years impresses the Show. Get REAL Kenny D. I don't care how many worm holes you dug your way through... This is the BIG stage, with a bold new start for all. I used to run and gun, I've seen the dark side of the human race... Do NOT mistake the Show's kind heart for a weakness of his EPIC mind.
..:: Jordan taps along his temple. ::..
Remember how I don't know jack about you, maybe you should take your own words in and munch them up a bit. Because I like to crack a joke, snap a wip, make people enjoy their time with Alpha... Do not think I'm in that same softy bitch stable you graze in every night, shoulder to shoulder with fraggle bitches like Lucas Young and Dolt Monroe. You talk about the two companies you helped bury like this is a GOOD thing... Kenny, oh Kenny... Have you ever wondered if maybe the people stopped buying tickets to Bore-a-thon theater thanks to you?
..:: Trey smirks. ::..
And as brain defunct as you wanna wish the Show to be... He has done himself some hard ass homework, he's dug up some bits and pieces of the laughfest you call a history. And little miss punk, Maggie, she is a soft spot in you like the cherry filling in Dolton Monroe. But you are and were right about ONE thing...
..:: Jordan looks from the lens as he stops moving. ::..
This match does have many, MANY variables...
..:: He turns to face us again with a bold smile. ::..
And each and EVERY one... Sees the REAL Show teaching three softy bitches their place in the Alpha tree. Weak little limbs, holding on for dear life... You think you can come into Abusement Park and ride with glee?
..:: Trey raises his left brow. ::..
That alone proves ya don't know jack from shit when it comes to me.
..:: Jordan winks slightly, his smile remains as his head sways side to side. ::..
You talk about things you have been through, like standing in line at a make shift taco stand constitutes you as 'hardened'. I've seen your type a thousand and one times over, Kenny D. And each and every excuse in the book won't write you out of the laughter that quakes Knoxville when Abusement Park opens up for the first time and the Alpha Nation gets to witness your shrieks of terror as you learn just how much you didn't know about me...
..:: Trey J tilts his head now, folding his arms as he faces the lens one last time. ::..
This Monday, pop rocks, we get to set the standard... Those cupcakes in the first two bouts won't stand a pissing in the wind chance of getting wet once the crowd sees what we bring before their popcorn downing eyes. I could go on and on forever and three days about how silly your plights appear... But the REAL Show is REAL tired of the words... It's game time, late in the fourth with everything on the line... You think you're gonna be home free? Ya think you can match me move for move, crowd stunning moment for the next... But then ya reach the white line... And just before you can celebrate.
..:: Jordan slams his palms together suddenly making a loud smacking noise. ::..
It's a Goal Line Stand and the Show's Over...
..:: And like that, Trey's much more aggressive than usual promo is over. He motions the camera not to follow as he rounds the corner and heads out of sight, authority to each step. The lens slowly blurs now to the Alpha 'globe' logo as it spins. We then fade to nothing but black. ::..
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..::¥ Show's Over
[/b] ¥::..Finishing Moves
Finisher(s) Name:
*primary*
"Shows Over"
(Described as a fireman's carry facebuster, the move sees a wrestler lift an opponent up in a fireman's carry across his shoulders, then throw the opponent's legs out in front of him to spin them out while he simultaneously falls backwards, and then it drives into a DDT. This move was made famous by Brock Lesnar.)
*secondary*
"Goal Line Stand"
(Think of Rhyno's 'Gore' or Goldberg's spear... Trey uses this to set up his Shows Over. Using every ounce of his frame, speed, and strength to level his opponent with the take down.)
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Sample Roleplay
-] December 25th, 2004 - 2:23 A.M. - Brooklyn, New York [-
..:: The Crystal Methods "Name Of The Game" is pumping from the stereo unit of a large "box" aluminum black truck as it twist around a turn on a snow covered New York street corner. As we head inside the black truck, we see a familiar Alpha face... That of Trey Jordan himself, the REAL Show. He looks a few years younger ofcourse, wearing a goatee around his mouth, and his S.W.A.T. issued Kevlar vest with a pair of black cargo pants as he loads a clip into his fully customized, ArmaLite Model 15. Better known World wide by it's military designated name of "M16". Over the booming music, and the sounds of eight S.W.A.T. members saying various prayers, and loading up their choice weaponry, the woman across the box truck from Trey tosses a single bullet at him, drawing his eyes up at her. Trey smirks and raises his voice out to her over the commotion all around them. ::..
Don't sweat this Nattie, it's nothing more than and simple breach and clear. These coke heads won't know that the real power of this city is coming down on them until we break in the doors and make em dirty their diapers! We got atleast a half scale operation going on here... But these drug dealers... Ya just never know.
Ha ha, damn straight Jordan! Trust me Nattie, this guy has been through this a thousand times. He's the best!
..:: The woman we now know as Nattie, well she seems to have the nerves of someone that could be pretty new to the life of a S.W.A.T. member. The man who interjected his opinion has the word "Brody" etched on the left chest of his Kevlar vest. He is busy shoving shells down into a tactical 12 gauge shotgun. Jordan nods and rolls his eyes slightly. ::..
Don't listen to Brode here, he's loco. You'll learn that! But it will be okay. You just keep your head down and the barrel forward, you'll be fine.
I hope so, my lil girl is waiting up for me. It's Christmas morning for Christ sakes!
Christmas, Easter, Turkey Day... Forget em Natt. When duty calls, it screams.
..:: Nattie gives a defeated glance at Trey, Jordan raises both brows in her direction. But he knew all too well that Brody spoke the truth. Suddenly the box truck came to a dead stop, the S.W.A.T. near the back flung the doors wide open and they start pouring out into the snowy street. Jordan cocked his rifle, and rolled his neck before tucking his head into his standard issued helmet. He jumped up and slapped Nattie hard across her shoulder. ::..
Let's roll girl!
Okay, I'm ready...
..:: Brody lead the three out, as they followed with the group towards what appeared to be a set of stairs leading down to an almost underground like warehouse of sorts. As we head inside the warehouse, we see rows of tables with bright lights everywhere. Cocaine as far as the eye can see as men and women alike are hard at work packaging it up. Bing Crosby's "White Christmas" can be heard as it plays from a small stereo unit as suddenly the doors come crashing wide open and NY's finest S.W.A.T. team floods in with their weapons up... Jordan's voice booms out as he gives orders. ::..
HANDS UP! HANDS UP WHERE WE CAN SEE EM!!! EVERYBODY ON THEIR KNEES!
TREY!!
..:: "White Christmas" continues to play out as one of the drug traffickers takes a shot with a snub nosed pistol at Trey! Nattie shouldering him forward as the bullet connects flush in the side of her neck! Blood sails as she gags and spirals to a slump on the floor. Jordan's eyes go wide before his face contorts with rage, he makes multiple motions with his hands and shouts in almost a roar! ::..
OFFICER DOWN! OFFICER DOWN! TAKE IT TO 'EM BOYS!!!
BASTARDS!
..:: Brody screams out as he slides into a table and flips it on it's side! Bing Crosby's tune still playing as the white powder of the coke fills the air, gun fire so loud no one can barely hear a word being shouted between the group of drug dealers and the S.W.A.T. members. Jordan fires his gun, then ducks down, dragging at Nattie and pulling her into him, he places pressure on her neck as her deep crimson blood escapes between his fingers. Shock over his face... Jordan shakes his head and screams down at her. ::..
Don't you die on me rook, come on Natt! Think about that lil one, think bout your girl! It's Christmas for Christ's sake! You hang on! You hang in there!
She's gone Trey, forget it. We got a mess here... You need to radio support. There's like two hundred of these fuckers! Radio it in!
..:: Jordan's blood seems to boil, her open eyes already haunting him as he looks down at Nattie. He uses his fingers to pinch them closed, and lets her slump along the flipped over table. He grabs his radio and calls for support. "White Christmas" still playing out as coke fills the air, bullets crack and sail past him. Trey is furious as his teeth grind and he pulls back his trigger with all his might. Spraying bullets all over as he suddenly hears a buzzing noise. ::..
-BEEP-
-BEEP-
-BEEP-
-] May 25th, 2011 - 4:23 A.M. - Knoxville, Tennessee [-
..:: Jordan falls out of his hotel bed, the alarm he had set for 4:20 A.M. was busy doing it's job now as he sat up on his knees. A cold sweat all over him as he looked around the darkness all around him. Reaching up and turning the bed side lamp on, his eyes narrowed to a squint. He shook his head and softly said a name. ::..
Nicole.
..:: Jordan then remembered he had forgot to send his monthly check to the Davenport Orphanage, he had been sending them any money he could for the past eight years. He climbed up into his bed and pulled up the bed side phone, dialing up his agent Micheal Stone as the scene went black. ::..
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-] Present Day - 5:00 P.M. - Knoxville, Tennessee [-
..:: The Thompson-Boling Arena is where we focus in next, down one of the corridors and around a corner. We see a huge crowd of soon to be Alpha fans, all talking amongst one another. Wearing new Alpha 'AGM' gear, as well as tees for some of the Alpha stars. As we pan over this jam packed section of the arena, we see a long table set up at the far end... A huge portrait like poster of Trey Jordan landing his "Show's Over" fireman's DDT is blended with a tight shot of him wearing a huge toothy smile. As the shot pulls through the crowd of people, we come to the actual table where Trey Jordan sits. Signing a hat for a young teen boy, before his growing infamous smile crosses his face, and he eyes up the camera. ::..
Oh hey Alpha... Da Bomb was wondering when you'd make it through this 'Knox-ed out" crowd! I can't believe how hyped up these folks are for Alpha's first show! They've been quaking the REAL Show with Q's all dammmmn day!
..:: Jordan stands from the table, he motions over who appears to be none other than Myke Adams. Adams with his face all painted up, as he smiles and the huge banner of Trey gets rolled over with one of Adams landing his famed Swanton! Jordan grabs Adams' hand in a tight shake and smiles with a nod. ::..
You're turn spot monkey.
..:: Adams shakes his head, and nudges by Jordan as he greets the crowd of fans. They scream his name and go nuts at the sight of the painted up, Suicidal Superman. Trey shakes his head as he hustles around the set up banner and motions the camera to follow. ::..
That Adams, he's a character. But speaking of which, so are these three misguided pop rocks that the REAL Show needs to deal with come Monday. I figure I'll let ole Supes take some of the 'pops' over there for now while I get back on track... Ya see da Bomb has been patient, he's spent the last week or so hyping these folks up through signing autographs, taking pictures... Kissing mommas, shaking their kids, putting headlocks on little tikes while their parents giggled like school girls... Da Bomb has been making Alpha burn right through Knoxville!
..:: Trey presses his back behind the set up of the "banner" we can still hear the crowd in the background, calling out to Myke Adams. They are loud as they seem excited as ever for Alpha to be in town. Jordan eyes up the lens for a moment and folds his arms over his chest. ::..
That's right you three greasy wanna bes, ole Trey J has been patient. And he's awaited your remarks, your words of wisdom for days upon days. I thought you were all gonna hide under the rocks until being forced out on Monday... But ya'all surprised me. Ya'all managed to open up and run off at the gullet. Da Bomb would like to note, while hilarious... Waiting for the shit you three slung was not well worth it... You goofballs belong in those little watering holes ya used to call home. Dolton Monroe as a second rate 'bye' week for the champion in the place named after a Nintendo game. Ken Davison as the prettiest drag queen in Europe. And Lucas Young Mountain as a second rate punching bag for various REAL MMA fighters... You all fit your bills quite well.
..:: Trey raises his left brow and smirks. ::..
But since the REAL bullets have been fired, let the REAL deal break it down REAL nice for you three pop tarts. Who better to run down into the floor than the least intelligent of three idiots... Dolton Monroe?
..:: Jordan shrugs now, and shakes his head. ::..
Just my thoughts... nobody. Nobody is an easier target, or a worse 'crunch' time playa then ole Dolton. Ever since his sorry ass stepped off of Boobstreet and into Simcoe, he's had one thing, and ONE thing alone going for him... He's been laughed at. I guess all that laughter finally gets to a consistent failure. I listened to his half assed cracks, the REAL Show shook his head. Disappointed after waiting so long, for so little...
..:: Jordan stands up, we can still hear the excitement back where the crowd is meeting with Adams. So he paces away from that area and slowly walks down a hall and around a corner, things grow more quiet as Jordan keeps his eyes forward. Speaking again as he paces along very slowly. ::..
Dolt, I expected more fire and less watered down non sense outta someone who 'owes' me. Someone I embarrassed the last time he was even NEAR me... I expected you to give a little more at my ass. You should want this ya cartoon. More than 'Goofy' Ken Davison, or Lucas "Mini-Mountain" Young. The BIG stage, with the BIG dogs... You wanna ramble about placement?! Are you kidding me, you're no joker... that's for sure. Placement doesn't matter in Alpha yet... We are all right here...
..:: Jordan holds his right hand out at chest level before him. ::..
Well, cept Jordan. The REAL Show is right here...
..:: Trey shrugs and moves his left out out before him, slightly above the right. ::..
But I looked over the card when it came out, I scouted what was happening, and what was going down. And I gave a call to the GM, and that boss man. I ask their asses why the REAL, the ONLY, and the WHOLE dammmn show had to waste his talent with a half rate former wanna be MMA fighter, a former Euro-trash champ, and a love child of Marilyn Manson and a chicken... And ya know what they told me Dolton? They told the REAL Show to just entertain... To go out there and prove he was here to bring asses to those seats. Maybe you should look to do the same, ya wanna make big bills? Ya wanna put that stupid names of yours on the market as more than a half rate runner up... Well this is your chance.
..:: Trey J shakes his head, he folds his arms back up over his front and leans against the wall near him. His eyes narrowed as he stares out the large panes of glass that line this hallway. It is raining outside, as the skies are dark and cloudy in Knoxville this day. He slowly continues as his eyes move to the lens again. ::..
But you wanna drag up Ohio, and Barrie. You wanna talk about skulls I've cracked, and the IMPACT I've made with only a few chance shots... Like it's a bad thing?! I broke into this business like a REAL man, I worked hard to teach myself the style... the flair, the path. And yeah I had to act like glorified muscle in Ohio, but Kraven saw enough in me to give me this chance... To give me some reigns in Alpha and let me show the Nation what I can, and WILL do. He wants the REAL show to bring it REAL dammmmn good! And that's what I plan on doing. The crap that went down with Cain was Paul's own choice, he wanted me to beat him senseless... He drug family into the situation... And the way that little poster boy Starling got his hands on my four down and gold on my waist title belt... I will leave that under the bridge.
..:: Jordan gazes back out through the glass. ::..
This is a REAL fresh start, and REAL chance for this bad ass mother trucker to make his REAL mark. I refuse to let some second rate emo kid with too many steroids in him, and enough gel in his rooster do to fix a broken lamp, get under my skin. Trey J was bound to be unleashed from the get go Dolton, and the sooner ya realize this... the less and less stun gunned you'll be when Any Given Monday is all said and done in Knoxville. That throw away trash promotion in Canada was a small window in... This my silly mascara wearing friend, this is the REAL friggin doorway to the stars!
..:: The REAL Show glares back at the camera now, shaking his head. ::..
But now that we've touched the weakest link... How about we take a few feet up the totem pole and see what we have on the ole mind about a former MMA dropout? What about Lucas Young, the mountain of size, with nothing in the way of substance... Lucas, Lucas, Lucas... You intentionally opening doors for Da Bomb?
..:: Trey smirks a bit. ::..
Or was it a chance occurrence that you loaded my verbal gun for me? Let me start off on you by asking something... What does intermediation have to do with this four way dance?! You think nursery rhymes are the BEST the REAL and ONLY show in Alpha can come up with? Are you kiddin muah? Like was that a REAL crack, or were you trying to warm us up for the REAL punch line? You think you're really that rare of a breed?
..:: Jordan smiles wide as he stands and starts his walk again. ::..
Like 'idiot' doesn't come in different sizes and colors... I swear. But you wouldn't respect a man for wrestling with a broken back?! Right?!
..:: Suddenly Trey goes limp and falls to the floor, digging on his elbows as he playfully moans and groans. Reaching up with an almost goofy zombie thing going. He rolls backward and slowly stands now, dusty off his pants with a sway of his head. He cracks his neck slightly to one side and grins. ::..
Trey J would respect and man with a broken spine, just for having the grapes to crawl in a ring with some pf the maniacs around Alpha. I guess it really is true what they say about height then... Heh Lucas? The higher the mountain the less and less oxygen that reaches it's peak. Maybe that lack of oxygen has caused some type of irreversible damage to that tiny ping ball ya got playing 'Pong' in that head of yours... Maybe you really just don't get it...
..:: Jordan looks down and just stares at the floor before him... Moments pass as he finally peers to the lens. ::..
Alpha Entertainment has ONE REAL SHOW... And you're looking at him. I didn't write checks I can't cash ten times over. I am going to beat your over sized ass ALL OVER this arena. That crowd is gonna scream, and clap, and go APE SHIT over the way the Show works you and those other two pop rocks over. You wanna talk about intermediation... Maybe you should be thinking about intimidation?! Maybe you should think, hey I'm big, I'm dumb, but I'm also strong... And try to impose that upon half wits like Davison and Dolton. But it won't work with the REAL playa...
..:: Jordan smirks a bit. ::..
I see through that whole failed MMA drop out showcase to the REAL Young mountain inside... A self doubting, scared little guy. Worried he's gonna get showed up by three midgets. One of them with a BIG mouth... One of them not afraid to say it just to spray it. One of them so dammmmn wild on the verbal hits, that you dunno if he's even attacked you until someone translates the sheer awesomeness of what's been said to your monkey ass! You're so damn stupid Young... I am gonna hold myself back from saying much more. Instead I am gonna let the way I beat your ass come Monday do the rest of the talkin for me... Ya ready for the show? Ya ready for it to be Over?!
..:: Trey nods a bit, rolling his eyes now as he starts walking along again. Speaking to the lens as the camera follows. ::..
Guess that leaves the final cog in the silly Manilly machine... Heh Kenny D? Trey J sat and he listened to you speak, then he played it again, and again. And each time it sounded more and more like a bullshit marathon was running on my tube. You're a REAL funny guy... I don't think it's by design either. I think you really believe those softy bitch bullshit words you spew like fire from a dragon's lips... You actually think you're a God in that ring... Good thing for Alpha they sent me in then, heh? A God against...
..:: Jordan whips his eyes on the lens. ::..
The... REAL... Show...
..:: Trey takes a steady, deep, breath. Exhaling it slowly as he seems a little irritated by the notion of Davison as a 'God'. He shakes his head again and rolls his eyes once more. ::..
Your admission to owning a man pleaser is your own business, by the way, Kenny D. You talk about your crypt keeper ass like fifteen years impresses the Show. Get REAL Kenny D. I don't care how many worm holes you dug your way through... This is the BIG stage, with a bold new start for all. I used to run and gun, I've seen the dark side of the human race... Do NOT mistake the Show's kind heart for a weakness of his EPIC mind.
..:: Jordan taps along his temple. ::..
Remember how I don't know jack about you, maybe you should take your own words in and munch them up a bit. Because I like to crack a joke, snap a wip, make people enjoy their time with Alpha... Do not think I'm in that same softy bitch stable you graze in every night, shoulder to shoulder with fraggle bitches like Lucas Young and Dolt Monroe. You talk about the two companies you helped bury like this is a GOOD thing... Kenny, oh Kenny... Have you ever wondered if maybe the people stopped buying tickets to Bore-a-thon theater thanks to you?
..:: Trey smirks. ::..
And as brain defunct as you wanna wish the Show to be... He has done himself some hard ass homework, he's dug up some bits and pieces of the laughfest you call a history. And little miss punk, Maggie, she is a soft spot in you like the cherry filling in Dolton Monroe. But you are and were right about ONE thing...
..:: Jordan looks from the lens as he stops moving. ::..
This match does have many, MANY variables...
..:: He turns to face us again with a bold smile. ::..
And each and EVERY one... Sees the REAL Show teaching three softy bitches their place in the Alpha tree. Weak little limbs, holding on for dear life... You think you can come into Abusement Park and ride with glee?
..:: Trey raises his left brow. ::..
That alone proves ya don't know jack from shit when it comes to me.
..:: Jordan winks slightly, his smile remains as his head sways side to side. ::..
You talk about things you have been through, like standing in line at a make shift taco stand constitutes you as 'hardened'. I've seen your type a thousand and one times over, Kenny D. And each and every excuse in the book won't write you out of the laughter that quakes Knoxville when Abusement Park opens up for the first time and the Alpha Nation gets to witness your shrieks of terror as you learn just how much you didn't know about me...
..:: Trey J tilts his head now, folding his arms as he faces the lens one last time. ::..
This Monday, pop rocks, we get to set the standard... Those cupcakes in the first two bouts won't stand a pissing in the wind chance of getting wet once the crowd sees what we bring before their popcorn downing eyes. I could go on and on forever and three days about how silly your plights appear... But the REAL Show is REAL tired of the words... It's game time, late in the fourth with everything on the line... You think you're gonna be home free? Ya think you can match me move for move, crowd stunning moment for the next... But then ya reach the white line... And just before you can celebrate.
..:: Jordan slams his palms together suddenly making a loud smacking noise. ::..
It's a Goal Line Stand and the Show's Over...
..:: And like that, Trey's much more aggressive than usual promo is over. He motions the camera not to follow as he rounds the corner and heads out of sight, authority to each step. The lens slowly blurs now to the Alpha 'globe' logo as it spins. We then fade to nothing but black. ::..
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