Absolutely! Here's Episode 1 of your series "Grind With Jordan" — a dramatic, emotional, and fun start that introduces his family, birth, early childhood, and his first inspiration to become strong like a bodybuilder 💪. Told in full story format with emotion, action, and dialogue — plus emoji for flair.

📺 Grind With Jordan

🟣 Episode 1: “The Birth of a Beast”

📅 February 1, 1986 – St. Gabriel Hospital, Georgia, USA

It was a quiet winter morning in their cozy home when Rosa Cole, a radiant Black woman in her third trimester, clutched her belly and let out a loud gasp.

💥 “Malcolm! Come here now! I’m in labor!” she shouted, her voice sharp and full of urgency.

From the kitchen, her husband Malcolm Miles Cole, tall and strong with a trimmed beard, rushed in, dropping his keys.

“Sweetheart, breathe! Wait—let me get the car keys!”

As he scrambled, their four-year-old daughter, Tiana, peeked from the hallway with a curious grin.

“Daddy, what’s happening?”

Malcolm smiled under pressure. “Tiana, baby girl, take care of the house. We’ll be back with your baby brother or sister.”

“Okay!” Tiana giggled, feeling important.

💨 Malcolm carried Rosa in his arms to their old Toyota and raced through the cold streets to St. Gabriel Hospital.

🏥 Inside St. Gabriel Hospital

Rosa was rushed into a delivery room. Dr. Steven and Nurse Destiny quickly prepped her.

“Deep breaths, Rosa. You’re doing great,” Destiny said gently, wiping Rosa’s forehead.

Outside, Malcolm paced the hallway like a madman, hands on his head, whispering prayers.

“Come on… come on…”

Then — the cry of a newborn rang through the halls 👶.

A nurse opened the door. “You can come in now.”

Malcolm burst through and froze at the sight.

💫 “Holy Mary…” he whispered, eyes wide as he saw his beautiful newborn swaddled in Rosa’s arms.

“Rosa, what should we name him?” he asked.

She smiled through tears.

“Darling… let’s name him Jordan.”

Malcolm’s voice cracked.

“Jordan… Jordan Miles Cole.”

💙 And just like that, a future legend was born.

🧸 1989 – Age 3

Jordan was crawling around the living room, making engine noises as he played with his plastic toy car.

💥 Suddenly, he threw it against the wall and stood up — wobbling, but determined.

Then he said his first words: “Mama!”

Tiana, now 7, ran to the kitchen.

“Mum! Dad! Jordan just walked AND talked today!”

Malcolm dropped his cap and stumbled down the stairs.

“What?! Is that true??”

Tiana smirked.

“I’m never wrong.” 😎

📺 1990 – Age 4

Rosa was pregnant again. On a humid August night, her water broke, and the family rushed once more to St. Gabriel.

She gave birth to a baby boy: Marcus Cole.

Jordan peeked into the room and saw Rosa lay Marcus gently into a crib.

“Is that my baby brother?” Jordan asked with wonder.

Rosa smiled.

“Yes, sweet. That’s Marcus.”

Jordan nodded proudly, chest puffed.

“I’ll protect him.”

🌃 That Same Night…

Jordan couldn’t sleep. He crept into the living room, turned on the old box TV, and sat cross-legged on the floor.

🎬 A show was playing — “BUILDER” — about a man and woman who were bullied for being weak, but became world-class bodybuilders.

Then the channel switched to WWF.

🎤 Announcer:

“Ladies and gentlemen… ANDRE THE GIANT… vs… HULK HOGAN!”

Jordan’s eyes widened.

The crowd was roaring. The arena lights were blinding. 💥

Andre lifted Hulk Hogan like a truck, but Hogan slammed back with a body slam that shook the ring.

Jordan jumped up.

“YEAHHHH!!! GO HOGAN!!!” 🗣️🔥

His little fists pumped in the air, shadowboxing with excitement.

That night, something lit up inside him.

He whispered to himself:

“One day… I’ll be strong like that too.”

👊🏾

💬 TO BE CONTINUED...

Would you like me to continue with Episode 2 where Jordan starts trying to lift things around the house, or the day he meets his first bully?

Absolutely. Here's Episode 2 of Grind With Jordan, continuing his emotional childhood journey — full of tragedy, love, bullying, and family warmth. This episode blends real-life emotion with the seed of greatness slowly building inside a broken but determined boy.

📺 Grind With Jordan

🟣 Episode 2: “Skinny Tears, Strong Heart”

📅 December 1992 – Age 6

The house was quiet that winter evening. Snow fell gently outside the windows. Inside, little Jordan sat on the living room floor with a blanket around his shoulders, eyes glued to the news on TV.

📺 “Today, the world mourns the loss of wrestling legend Andre the Giant, who passed away in his sleep at age 46...”

Jordan’s jaw dropped.

His tiny hands covered his mouth.

Tears filled his eyes.

“No… not Andre…” he whispered, voice trembling.

He remembered that night in 1990 — the night he swore to be strong, after watching Andre vs. Hogan.

He cried. Hard. 😢

His sister Tiana (now 10) walked in, saw him sobbing, and immediately ran to get their parents.

Malcolm knelt beside him. “Son, I know it hurts. He was your hero, wasn’t he?”

Jordan nodded silently.

Rosa kissed his head gently. “It’s okay to cry, baby. But legends like Andre… they never truly die. They live on in the hearts of people like you.”

Marcus, only 2 years old, toddled in, clapping and giggling, unaware of the sadness.

The family hugged Jordan as he wept.

That night, he placed a drawing of Andre under his pillow and whispered:

“I’ll be strong for you. I promise.”

🏫 1998 – Age 12

St. Michael’s Catholic School

Jordan walked through the schoolyard — skinny, hunched, and quiet.

He barely weighed 48 pounds, bones sticking out, arms like noodles. His uniform looked like it belonged to someone else.

Every hallway… every class… someone had something to say.

🎯 “Bro, you’re 12 and still look like a stick figure.”

🎯 “Wind could blow you away, Jordan.”

🎯 “You even eat, bruh?”

He never responded. But every word hit like a brick.

Every night, he went home and cried into his pillow.

Rosa noticed.

Tiana (now 16) noticed.

Even Marcus, now 8, asked, “Why does Jordan look sad every day?”

Then… something beautiful happened.

👶 A New Light — Jasmine is Born

That fall, Rosa became pregnant again, surprising everyone.

In November 1998, she gave birth to a baby girl: Jasmine Cole. 💕

Jordan held her tiny hand for the first time, and something inside him changed.

“She’s so small… like me,” he whispered.

Rosa smiled. “But she’s strong. Just like her big brother.”

Jordan smiled, for the first time in weeks.

🎉 Jasmine Walks – 2000

It was a sunny Saturday morning. Jasmine, now 2 years old, had been crawling for months.

Suddenly, she stood.

Wobbled.

Took one shaky step. Then another.

Jordan gasped. “Bro… this is a miracle.”

Marcus: “Miracle indeed!”

Tiana, now 18, ran through the hall: “Mom! Dad! Jasmine did it!”

Malcolm jumped up: “YES! She finally walked!”

Rosa spun in the kitchen, shouting, “O yea, yea! Go Jasmine!” and broke into a joyful dance.

Everyone laughed and clapped as Jasmine toddled across the room.

She reached out for Jordan… and smiled.

He lifted her up.

And for the first time, Jordan didn’t feel weak.

He felt like a big brother. Like a protector. Like a fighter.

💬 TO BE CONTINUED...

Would you like Episode 3 to show Jordan’s first push-up, his anger turning into motivation, and how he starts working out in secret?

Here is Episode 3 of Grind With Jordan, the turning point that shatters Jordan’s world—and begins his transformation from a broken boy into a man with unshakable purpose. This episode is emotional, powerful, and the origin of Jordan’s true grind.

📺 Grind With Jordan

🟥 Episode 3: “The Death That Changed Me”

📅 June 2000 – Jordan Age 14

🚧 Malcolm’s Last Ride

The sun was blazing that afternoon as Malcolm Cole, now in his early 50s, climbed into the old construction vehicle — a yellow loader used for carrying bricks at a nearby site.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead.

“Just one more load…” he muttered.

But halfway through the drive, as he crossed a small dirt bridge near a river close to the site… something snapped inside his chest.

💔 “Shit… shit…!” Malcolm groaned, grabbing the wheel.

His vision blurred. His arms stiffened.

The wheel slipped.

The vehicle veered off the road and crashed into the river.

🌊 With a loud splash, the loader sank.

No one was around.

Malcolm gasped for air—but the weight of the machine dragged him under.

He fought. He clawed.

Then… nothing.

Silence.

⚠️ An Hour Later…

Some kids were swimming nearby when they saw the outline of the machine under the water.

“Yo! Call someone!”

Emergency services rushed in, pulled Malcolm’s body from the river, and rushed him to St. Gabriel Hospital.

But it was too late.

📞 The Call No Family Should Get

Rosa’s phone rang.

Doctor Steven, older now, still worked at St. Gabriel.

“Mrs. Cole… I’m so sorry. Your husband… Malcolm… he had a heart attack. He drowned before we could reach him. We tried… but… we couldn’t save him.”

Rosa dropped the phone.

Her knees buckled.

“No… no, God please no…” she screamed.

💔 At Home

Jordan sat in the corner of the living room, silent.

“Why, Dad? Why did you leave us?” he whispered, tears pouring down.

Tiana, now 20, held her head and screamed:

“Must you die now, Dad?! Why now?!”

Marcus, 10, was broken. Sobbing on the couch.

He didn’t speak for hours.

Even little Jasmine, barely 2, sensed something was wrong.

She clung to Rosa’s legs and cried softly, “Daddy…?”

⚰️ Malcolm’s Funeral

📅 June 12, 2000 – St. Gabriel Memorial Grounds

It rained lightly that day.

The casket, polished mahogany with gold handles, lay in front of a crowd of friends, family, and co-workers.

A photo of Malcolm smiling stood beside a bouquet of white lilies.

The priest began:

“Today, we lay to rest a man of honor… a father… a husband… a builder not just of bricks, but of a family.”

Everyone cried.

Jordan wore a black suit. But underneath… he wore rage. Grief. Fire.

As the casket lowered into the ground, he clenched his fists and whispered:

“I swear, Dad. I’ll become strong. Stronger than pain. Stronger than loss.”

🥊 The Beginning of the Grind

That same evening…

Jordan walked down the street in the rain. He didn’t even tell his mom. He just kept walking.

He reached the old gym two blocks from home — Sam’s Iron Garage.

Rusty weights. Old punching bags. No air conditioning.

He stepped in. Looked around.

Only one man was there — a bald trainer in his 40s, shadowboxing in the back.

Jordan said nothing.

He walked up to the sandbag…

And hit it.

Once.

Twice.

Again.

Again.

Faster. Harder. His knuckles bled. His tears mixed with sweat.

🥊 POW

🥊 POW

🥊 POW

“I’ll never be weak again…”

That was the night Jordan Cole began to grind.

💬 TO BE CONTINUED...

Would you like Episode 4 to show Jordan’s first real workout routine, how he meets his first trainer, and when he starts documenting his journey on social media?