Jacob Trance Posted June 21, 2024 Posted June 21, 2024 (edited) We are hours away from the beginning of tonight’s RIOT. The audience are lined up around the corner, however we find ourselves in the backlot of the arena, watching over the back door. A loud voice is heard along with some banging before the door opens, revealing Jordan Trance. He isn’t in his usual garb, opting for some black jeans, black shoes, a white band shirt, suit jacket and a pair of sunglasses. Behind him he drags a small wheeled suitcase. It snags in the door and angrily he yanks it over the threshold. Jordan: Oh, crap. I didn’t think there’d be anyone out here but… It’s not what it looks like, I’ve got a prior arrangement, a gig. It has nothing to do with John Carter being out for blood. Which by the way… Jordan squares up to the camera. Jordan: Is just symptomatic of that charlatan, it just goes to show what kind of a man he is… Trying to attack me on Ambition, after going back on his word that he’d never be back there… Yeah, some man he is. Jordan reaches up and snatches off his shades. Jordan: Look in my eyes John, what do you see… Rhetorical question, you’re not man enough to look me in the eye! You’re out here looking for violence, for revenge? I’m the one that was wrong John. I’m the one that carried you to your dream of being a tag team champion! And after all that I’ve done… Jordan shakes his head, folding his sunglasses up into the front pocket of his suit jacket. Jordan: How is it you repay me? By hogging the spotlight every time I do something good. My dad might not be right often, but he sure as shit wasn’t wrong about you! He sure as shit knew that it’s all got to be the John Carter show, no room for a supporting role… Except… Jordan puts one hand in his jean pocket, idly spinning his case. Jordan: Except… You can blame me for your failures, hang me out to try, make me the scapegoat for losing the tag titles when it was me that won the damn things in the first place! You’re nothing more than the most expensive Italian backpack on the circuit. Jordan shakes his head and reseats his sunglasses. Jordan: You can’t blame me any more though, the future is now, idiot man. Jordan smirks and begins to make his departure. He wheels his case away and stops for a moment looking back over his shoulder. Jordan: Fuck John Carter. And with that, our hero leaves the arena, bravely ensuring that John Carter doesn’t hurt himself in a failed attempt to get revenge. Edited June 24, 2024 by Stacy Clark 2
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