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<|>[::>>ThE IcEmAn<<::]***((ĪJordan FrostĪ))***[::>>ThE IcEmAn<<::]<|>

OOC- Just spicin' things up...everything said here has a purpose...even the run in with Ashley...dun take it personal Ash :p lol, there's a reason for it.  I enjoyed this rp...no word count because that no longer matters :P.  Oh and Amy, sorry if I did something I wasn't supposed to do, just tryin' to add some entertainment...

//-Prologue-//- EEW Injection was nothing short of spectacular.  It truly did live up to its expectations, shocking and suprising even those that won what they did.  But that's in the past now and it's time to move on, time to focus on what's ahead, that being Death Defiance 4 coming to you live on May 16th.  Organizing has been the main focus so far, but those plans are about to change.
 
The scene picks up with Jordan and Danielle Frost sitting in their lockeroom.  Jordan has his freshly won Tag Team Title over his shoulder and he's chewing on some minty fresh Icebreaker gum.  He doesn't appear to happy and neither does Danielle.  He stands up and Danielle looks at him...
 
Danielle Frost: 'Where are you going?'
 
Jordan Frost: 'For a stroll, I'll be back.'
 
Danielle just nods her head and Jordan smacks on his gum, throwing his title over his shoulder and takes off out of the lockeroom and into the halls.  While walking, a newly hired EEW interviewer Jeffrey Madison, approaches Jordan...
 
Jeffrey Madison: 'Jo-Jord-...'
 
Jordan quickly turns around and delivers a Facial Freeze [Sweet Chin Music] right to the jaw of the new staff member.  Jordan sniffles, still smacking on his gum and readjusts his title over his shoulder, looking down at the laid out interviewer...
 
Jordan Frost: 'Fuck off....and by the way...welcome to the EEW....bitch.'
 
Jordan kicks the guy in the gut causing him to roll over a couple times.  Frost then turns back around and continues his walk down the corridor.  He stops when he sees the new Women's Champion, Ashley Marie, out in the hallways talking with a stage hand with her Women's Title in her grasp.  Jordan slowly walks up from behind her, the stage hand sees Frost and Ashley notices the stage hand's eyes not looking at her anymore, but at something behind her.  Ashley slowly turns around and stands face to face with Jordan, who is obviously taller than her.  He just stares at her, coldly, blankly, and with a sinister look on his face.  The gum chewing has seized to exist and Frost just looks at her.  After a moment or two he speaks up...
 
Jordan Frost: 'I don't like you, I don't trust you, I don't respect you, and I don't think you deserve that title one fucking bit.  But you know what?  You pulled a win outta your plastic ass so hats off to you Ashley....hats fucking off.'
 
That's it.  Frost says no more and just leaves, brushing past Ashley who has a baffled, yet angry look on her face.  She scoffs at him as he continues his walk until turning a corner and out of her view.  He walks door by door until he stops at one and looks at it.  His face, still expressionless.  He knocks once and opens the door, walking inside.  The scene switches over to inside the lockeroom as it shows Chris Chaos standing up off the couch with his Tag Team Title as well.  He looks at Jordan and Jordan stares right back.  Frost then looks at his own title over his shoulder as does Chris and then they both look at each other with Frost speaking up...
 
Jordan Frost: 'Chris, we without a doubt proved we are the best tag team to ever step foot into a wrestling ring.  That's why we got these...'
 
Jordan taps his title over his shoulder and Chris nods his head with an arrogant smirk on his face.  Jordan still has a blank expression as he goes on...
 
Jordan Frost: 'But you know what?  We both deserve more than this.  We both deserve A LOT more than this Chris.  We are the two greatest singles competitors here in the EEW.  So here's the deal, we simply fucking DESTROY whoever tries to oppose us as a tag team, and in the meantime, we both seek what we originally set out for: you the World Title and me, the Intercontinental Title.  Because I REFUSE Chris, to just sit idly by and watch someone like Justin Jericho or Damien Williams poison what should be mine.  The same should apply for you and Dan Terrano with the World Title.  So you know what?  I'm gonna go fucking do something about it, because right now...I'm feeling dangerous.'
 
Jordan obviously has his mind set on something and after those words, without even giving Chris a chance to speak, turns and leaves the lockeroom, leaving Chris to think about what he said.  Frost walks down a couple doors and stops at another one.  The cameras pan back and over to the door to reveal it to be the office of Amy Dumas.  Jordan chews on his gum, with his title still over his shoulder, and walks in without even knocking.  Amy looks up from her desk as Jordan walks in, closing the door behind him.  Amy looks at Jordan, and then over at his hand as it slides down to the doorknob, and locks it.  Amy slowly stands up, a little nervous, as Jordan walks over to her, not saying a word...
 
Amy Dumas: 'Can I help you Jordan?'
 
Jordan stares coldly at Amy and then finally speaks up, delayed...
 
Jordan Frost: 'Can I help you Jordan....can I...help YOU...Jordan.  Heh, Amy you can help me alright, you can help me in a way that is....unimaginable...'
 
Jordan lays his title down on Amy's desk and walks up closer to her.  Amy is slightly confused as Jordan goes on...
 
Jordan Frost: '....in a way that is....unpredictable...'
 
Jordan softly touches Amy on her arm and slowly slides his hand up to her face.  She just looks at Jordan as he goes on, gently rubbing the side of her face...
 
Jordan Frost: '....in a way that's....different than most....'
 
Jordan slowly runs his hand through Amy's hair and then suddenly grabs onto it roughly and jerks it backwards a little and leans down in her face screaming at her...
 
Jordan Frost: 'YOU CAN HELP ME AMY!  YOU CAN HELP ME GET WHAT IIIII WANT!'
 
Jordan shoves Amy back a little, still holding her by the back of her head and crawls over her desk, to where he is on the same side as her now and not across from her.  He still has a tight grasp on her hair and is almost up against the wall with her as he continues to scream in her face...
 
Jordan Frost: 'YOU SEE AMY, JUSTIN HAS WHAT IIII WANT!  JUSTIN JERICHO HAS MYYYY INTERCONTINENTAL TITLE!  AND WHAT BETTER WAY TO MAKE THIS PERSONAL...THAN BY FUCKING WITH HIS FIANCE?!'
 
Jordan laughs sadistically and then continues on...
 
Jordan Frost: 'SO...AMY!  HERE'S WHAT'S GOING TO HAPPEN!  UNTIL I GET WHAT IS RIGHTFULLY MINE....UNTIL I GET MYYYY INTERCONTINENTAL TITLE....I AM GOING TO SIMPLY MAKE YOUR LIFE...A LIVING....HELL!  I WANTED MY FUCKING ATTENTION!  I WANTED TO GET IN THE IC TITLE PICTURE!  AND I WILL DO WHATEVER IT TAKES AMY.....WHATEVER....IT TAKES!  DON'T FUCKING PUSH ME!'
 
Jordan roughly jerks her head back again a little, letting go of her hair.  Amy holds the back of her head and glares at Jordan.  Frost smacks on his gum and picks his tag team title back up and swings it over his shoulder, once again appearing cool, calm, and collective, yet intense fury can be seen in his eyes.  He sniffles a little again and speaks up...
 
Jordan Frost: 'Tell your boy Amy...warn him that your well being could be in jeopardy if I don't get what I want.  Because we all know Amy...as much as he thinks he can protect you...we all know he won't be there EVERY second...of EVERY minute...of EVERY hour...of EVERY day...to watch over you and be your little precious "guardian angel."  Remember that Amy...because I can pick my spots wisely.'
 
Jordan stares intensely into Amy's eyes to show that he is all about business.  He turns and walks around the office desk and heads to the door to leave...
 
TBC By Anyone...