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[jordanciserano]

::The scene opens to Jordan Ciserano sitting down in a steel chair, wearing a black graphic t-shirt and jeans, backstage at Nippon Budokan arena in Tokyo, Japan. He is looking down at his phone focused on whatever he is doing, he looks up and shows his phone to the camera to show it's on Bronx's Twitter, he starts laughing before throwing his phone onto his duffle bag not to far away. Smiling he begins to talk in a lighter, calmer tone.::

Jordan Ciserano: You know, as much as I've been on Twitter, tweeted about other people, or been in a back and forth skirmish, I've never had anyone as jealous about it as Bronx Valescence.

::He laughs to himself quietly.::

Jordan Ciserano: Never have I had the sense that someone felt "left out" or "forgotten" in a match because they weren't mentioned in something that happened Twitter around three weeks ago. Of course all he can focus on is how bad he was beaten by Tara Davidson and how my accolades outshine his, so maybe feeling forgotten isn't the worst thing that could happen. 

::Jordan shrugs at the camera.::

Jordan Ciserano: Even though you feel forgotten Bronx, I can assure you that you haven't been. I may have spent more time this month talking to Julian, but I have spent an equal amount of time studying your every step. I know you're coming for impact, I know you want to show off and hit a moonsault to win the match. Well, I know how to roll out of the way... that's all I'll say about that.

Jordan Ciserano: Bronx, you feel forgotten so you think that I will take you easy, that I will turn a blind eye to you and only go after Julian, but come match time when you're left staring up at the lights on your back after a super kick to the chin... you'll know that you haven't been.  

::Jordan puts on a devilish smirk towards the camera saying that he knows exactly what to do.::

Jordan Ciserano: As for the man who knows he's on my radar, for the man that stole a win in my debut match after a chair shot from Kurt Newman of all people... know that that narrative will not repeat itself again. In this match there will be no Kurt Newman to save your ass, there will be no safety net behind you so when you inevitably fuck up you can end up with a win, it will be two men looking to snap you in half. 

::Jordan looks into the camera, no laughing or smiling, just a cold look.::

Jordan Ciserano: I can see your face Julian, I can see you laughing it up because you picked up a victory against me. Well I hate to break it to you but even with a loss against you I feel like I have the best shot of beating you due to some of the things I learned while in the ring against you.

::Jordan pauses to get a drink of water and to collect his thoughts.::

Jordan Ciserano: You hit a move, celebrated. You lost your focus. Nearly the moment after you posed for the cameras I hit you back and then got into your head. You even said "We got this" before being so desperate that you had to be saved, once directly, twice indirectly because you were so distraught that your partner needed a save from Tara Davidson before I could've stomped his head in. Point is, you lose your focus. After that I can pick you apart because you have no mind left to do anything else except rely on an outside force and in this match there isn't going to be one. 

::Jordan stares into the camera shaking his head.::

Jordan Ciserano: What I learned in that ring against you was more valuable then any win or loss, because it taught me that you can't go toe to toe with me without one of your friends near by. Well you have no friend in Bronx, and you have no friend in me... I guess that makes us even, and makes you hopeless. 

::Another smirk rises on Jordan's face as he knows exactly what he's going to do to pick Julian apart.::

Jordan Ciserano: Gentlemen, I know what I am going to do against both of you and if everything goes to plan it'll be me walking out of the Nippon Budokan arena with a win and that "special prize." I like you two have no idea what it is, it may be a title shot it may very well be a lollipop, to me it isn't a prize though. When I do win this match, I won't be winning a prize I'll be earning a reward and whatever the reward is it'll show why I am on the rise in NJFC. It'll be a physical representation of what I can do in that ring when I have the number of two other men. I won't lie, I want whatever is going to be given. But I don't want it to be given, I want it to be earned, and I'm going to earn it when I take both of you down.

Jordan Ciserano: I heard from Bronx that before I entered this match it was for respect between two men... well if you two had a match and I made it a Showcase! A match where the best of our abilities will be shown in front of thousands and thousands of people! A match where the best man will win in dominating fashion. A match where a reward will be earned by the best wrestler in the ring. A match that will show that Jordan Ciserano is the best wrestler against Bronx, the best against Julian, and the best in NJFC. Best Of Luck Mates.

::Jordan salutes the camera with a nod and a smile toward the camera feeling confident about his odds of winning.::