Post by Juba on Oct 22, 2006 22:42:47 GMT -5
Months…it’s been months since you have heard the name. The name that would terrify the whole WFWF roster. The name that makes Freddy Kruger look like Mr. Rogers. The name that is Juba.
A blaze of fire appears in a barrel in a alley way that looks all so familiar. Near the flames stands Juba with a new look. He has white face paint on that looks pretty much like a ghost. And under his eyes are painted blood drops. Scares cover his body from head to toe. No emotion appears on his face.
How am I supposed to sit around here and listen to all the garbage that is being talked about me? How I am a has been. That the only way people remember me is for being a mediocre former young gun champion. I have to come back to clear my name. I want this name to bring terror again. You remember the days when people said Juba and they remember me blowing someone’s head off at a pay per view. Those days have past. The business has changed since I took my short vacation. Everything is a big joke in the WFWF now. That’s why I have to start over. Start over? Yea, what ever you remember of me from the past forget it after this shoot. I am no longer the former young gun champ. I am no longer the hardcore icon. Now I am the future of this business. Now I am Wrestling’s Nightmare. I feel sorry for the poor sap that is Miguel Sanchez.
Finally some emotion appears on Juba’s face when an evil smirk appears. He thinks back to the time where he was fighting for the Young Gun title. When he was in the New Breed tournament. He laughs at the thought of when he was competing for all this that he would squash people with more talent then one Miguel Sanchez. But then a look of disappointment appears.
I should not be underestimating anyone now. That was my mistake last time. That is why I must start over. I under estimated everyone. I believed that I could kill anyone with the power of my pinkie. Back then I didn’t even think of Miguel as a threat. Honestly I just thought of him as some Mexican poser. Now I look at him as actual competition. I thought myself that in order to win a match I must treat every match like a world title match. I was winning every match I was put in until I got cocky and my ego grew. I lost my title and I lost my pride. Now I regain my pride. I will bring terror to all those that step near me. I will make everyone respect me. And the first on the list is Miguel Sanchez. I have been through hell the past couple of months. New scares have appeared on my body. I'm not sure anyone has any idea what the hell Miguel is goign to go through. Let's just say I will make playing with fire look like child's play. I will make a warzone look like disney land. Miguel I can't promise myself that i will win. I can how ever promise myself that will will dish out everything in my power to mkae your body ache and to wish that you thought things over.
You can see a change of thought goign through Juba's head. He suddenly remembers the time when he walked around arena's all over the world with a title around his waist. Now he doesn't have that. He misses that feeling and he thinks about who is holding on to that title now.
Once Miguel is crossed out next will be Meg. Meg you have my respect right now. Holding a title that no one even thought you would be holding. Now I say this with all respect. You won’t be the first woman I had to knock out to get on top. I will be a champion again. I will bring respect back into this company. The Nightmare has officially started in the WFWF. And WFWF is no way near waking up. So Miguel I wish you the best of luck because you’re stepping into a world of unknown. Just hope that you wake up way before I might kill you.
Juba again shows no emotion. The paint on his face starts to drip of his face and the drops of the paint slowly put out the fire. Soon the fire is out and all that is left is darkness and the thoughts that Juba has left.
A blaze of fire appears in a barrel in a alley way that looks all so familiar. Near the flames stands Juba with a new look. He has white face paint on that looks pretty much like a ghost. And under his eyes are painted blood drops. Scares cover his body from head to toe. No emotion appears on his face.
How am I supposed to sit around here and listen to all the garbage that is being talked about me? How I am a has been. That the only way people remember me is for being a mediocre former young gun champion. I have to come back to clear my name. I want this name to bring terror again. You remember the days when people said Juba and they remember me blowing someone’s head off at a pay per view. Those days have past. The business has changed since I took my short vacation. Everything is a big joke in the WFWF now. That’s why I have to start over. Start over? Yea, what ever you remember of me from the past forget it after this shoot. I am no longer the former young gun champ. I am no longer the hardcore icon. Now I am the future of this business. Now I am Wrestling’s Nightmare. I feel sorry for the poor sap that is Miguel Sanchez.
Finally some emotion appears on Juba’s face when an evil smirk appears. He thinks back to the time where he was fighting for the Young Gun title. When he was in the New Breed tournament. He laughs at the thought of when he was competing for all this that he would squash people with more talent then one Miguel Sanchez. But then a look of disappointment appears.
I should not be underestimating anyone now. That was my mistake last time. That is why I must start over. I under estimated everyone. I believed that I could kill anyone with the power of my pinkie. Back then I didn’t even think of Miguel as a threat. Honestly I just thought of him as some Mexican poser. Now I look at him as actual competition. I thought myself that in order to win a match I must treat every match like a world title match. I was winning every match I was put in until I got cocky and my ego grew. I lost my title and I lost my pride. Now I regain my pride. I will bring terror to all those that step near me. I will make everyone respect me. And the first on the list is Miguel Sanchez. I have been through hell the past couple of months. New scares have appeared on my body. I'm not sure anyone has any idea what the hell Miguel is goign to go through. Let's just say I will make playing with fire look like child's play. I will make a warzone look like disney land. Miguel I can't promise myself that i will win. I can how ever promise myself that will will dish out everything in my power to mkae your body ache and to wish that you thought things over.
You can see a change of thought goign through Juba's head. He suddenly remembers the time when he walked around arena's all over the world with a title around his waist. Now he doesn't have that. He misses that feeling and he thinks about who is holding on to that title now.
Once Miguel is crossed out next will be Meg. Meg you have my respect right now. Holding a title that no one even thought you would be holding. Now I say this with all respect. You won’t be the first woman I had to knock out to get on top. I will be a champion again. I will bring respect back into this company. The Nightmare has officially started in the WFWF. And WFWF is no way near waking up. So Miguel I wish you the best of luck because you’re stepping into a world of unknown. Just hope that you wake up way before I might kill you.
Juba again shows no emotion. The paint on his face starts to drip of his face and the drops of the paint slowly put out the fire. Soon the fire is out and all that is left is darkness and the thoughts that Juba has left.
