Post by juba on Sept 16, 2005 22:33:22 GMT -5
It is around two twelve thirty in the morning. The sky is pitch black with just a few stars trying to light it. Owls and crickets are making there usual sound. Clouds fill the night sky. Wind blows in all directions and going threw the leaves on all the old trees. Camera zooms closer to the ground and sees people walking on the sidewalk. It looks like they just got out of a big event. All of them are either going to their cars or walking to their hotels right next door. After fifteen minutes of the people yelling at each other and all them getting out of the place Juba walks up to the arena. He walks up to the door but then stops and just looks around the outside. He is wearing black shirt and pants with green flames at the bottom. Hands are all taped up from the wrist to the knuckles. There are little rips in the pants. He has bright red hair that just makes you stop and look at. Scars are all over his arms from the past battles he has been involved in. He looks at the arena in amazement. He begins to speak.
Juba: I’ve made it. Everyone that has ever laid an eye on me told me I could never make it in life. They told me I would die poor, cold and alone. Now look where I am. I’m WFWF Young Gun champ and soon to be the big man in Valor. I’ve busted my ass for what? To be beaten every other week. Not anymore, Starting Sunday there is a new era in Valor, the Juba era. I’m going to go into this arena and going to kick ass and why, because that’s what I want to do and well, I don’t have that much of a challenge ahead of me.
Juba stops talking for a moment and reaches into his back pocket. He grabs a box of cigarettes. He takes one out and pops it in his mouth. While putting the box away he takes out his lighter and lights the cigarette. After a few moments he begins to speak again.
First we got Rodney Paine, One of the new guys in WFWF. Well Rodney, this is one night you won’t be too fond of. You have never faced anyone like me. I am one of those guys that you don’t know what to expect. You might be use to going in the ring and looking into your opponent’s eyes and trying to read their mind. Well, you’re going to have a problem trying to read my mind. See, I lost my mind along long time ago. Starting Sunday I don’t care what I got to do, but I will make sure I come out of the match as not only the winner, but the last man standing. Your name might be Paine, but you don’t know what that means yet. No one knows what pain means unless they stepped in that ring with me. I can give you the worst pain in your life and no not a paper cut. How would you like your body dropped on barbed wire. I can tell you from experience it doesn’t feel like falling on a bunch of pillows. Sunday night you will bleed, you will hurt like you never got hurt before.
Juba spots a Sunday night Slam poster on the wall of the arena. On a part of it, it shows a picture of Juba, Rodney Paine and Sane. Juba reaches into his pocket and pulls and pocketknife out. He cut Paine’s picture out, but when he got to Sane’s picture he stops and just stares at it.
Then there is Sane. Sane, I don’t know that much about you really. Actually I haven’t heard of you since I heard about this match. That doesn’t matter though. I don’t need to know a thing about anyone to beat them. All I have to do is be my normal self and I can win. I am not going to lose by some wannabe dark sole names Sane. I am a real dark sole. Wait scratch that, I’m not a sole period. I have no sole. I love bringing pain to people. Now tell me someone with a mind and sole that loves bringing pain to peoples lives. Sunday night your blood will flow down your face like a river on a mountain. You will scream louder then you have in your life. I am here to make an impact and you are in the way of something that is very easy for me to do. When I say I’m going to say something I do it and anyone can tell you that. When I promise blood, there is blood. When I promise that I am going to win guess what? I win.
Juba takes the pocketknife again and this time cuts Sane’s picture of the wall. He walks over to the nearest trashcan and lifts both pictures high in the air. He drops both pictures in the trashcan. He grabs his lighter for the second time.
I said this many times before, but it’s my first time saying it here. At Slam I will be playing three roles. The first role is your opponent. The second role comes into to play when both of you are beaten and lying on the ground, not making a move and that role is the grim reaper. And the last role will come into play when all is done and that role is the devil. Now, there is a chance where no one has to see those roles. That is if you don’t show for this match. You can make thing easier on you and me and walk of this match and I can quickly climb to the top of the Valor ladder.
Juba opens his mouth and his cigarette falls out and onto the pictures. They slowly begins to fold and burn. Once they are crumbled and burnt he drops the lighter and soon the whole trashcan goes up in flames. Juba stands over the trashcan and says his last words.
Sunday a new era begins in the Valor. The Juba era and it will be the longest and painful era in Valor history. I will defeat whomever I have to, to the top of this company. And soon Juba will be the biggest name, the biggest star in Valor. Just give it some time, not much and it will happen.
Juba takes his last look around the arena and the trashcan. After looking at the trashcan for the last time he begins to laugh. He then walks off into the unknown.
ooc: this was an ok rp. Not my best but i think will do. Leave me some good feedback.
Juba: I’ve made it. Everyone that has ever laid an eye on me told me I could never make it in life. They told me I would die poor, cold and alone. Now look where I am. I’m WFWF Young Gun champ and soon to be the big man in Valor. I’ve busted my ass for what? To be beaten every other week. Not anymore, Starting Sunday there is a new era in Valor, the Juba era. I’m going to go into this arena and going to kick ass and why, because that’s what I want to do and well, I don’t have that much of a challenge ahead of me.
Juba stops talking for a moment and reaches into his back pocket. He grabs a box of cigarettes. He takes one out and pops it in his mouth. While putting the box away he takes out his lighter and lights the cigarette. After a few moments he begins to speak again.
First we got Rodney Paine, One of the new guys in WFWF. Well Rodney, this is one night you won’t be too fond of. You have never faced anyone like me. I am one of those guys that you don’t know what to expect. You might be use to going in the ring and looking into your opponent’s eyes and trying to read their mind. Well, you’re going to have a problem trying to read my mind. See, I lost my mind along long time ago. Starting Sunday I don’t care what I got to do, but I will make sure I come out of the match as not only the winner, but the last man standing. Your name might be Paine, but you don’t know what that means yet. No one knows what pain means unless they stepped in that ring with me. I can give you the worst pain in your life and no not a paper cut. How would you like your body dropped on barbed wire. I can tell you from experience it doesn’t feel like falling on a bunch of pillows. Sunday night you will bleed, you will hurt like you never got hurt before.
Juba spots a Sunday night Slam poster on the wall of the arena. On a part of it, it shows a picture of Juba, Rodney Paine and Sane. Juba reaches into his pocket and pulls and pocketknife out. He cut Paine’s picture out, but when he got to Sane’s picture he stops and just stares at it.
Then there is Sane. Sane, I don’t know that much about you really. Actually I haven’t heard of you since I heard about this match. That doesn’t matter though. I don’t need to know a thing about anyone to beat them. All I have to do is be my normal self and I can win. I am not going to lose by some wannabe dark sole names Sane. I am a real dark sole. Wait scratch that, I’m not a sole period. I have no sole. I love bringing pain to people. Now tell me someone with a mind and sole that loves bringing pain to peoples lives. Sunday night your blood will flow down your face like a river on a mountain. You will scream louder then you have in your life. I am here to make an impact and you are in the way of something that is very easy for me to do. When I say I’m going to say something I do it and anyone can tell you that. When I promise blood, there is blood. When I promise that I am going to win guess what? I win.
Juba takes the pocketknife again and this time cuts Sane’s picture of the wall. He walks over to the nearest trashcan and lifts both pictures high in the air. He drops both pictures in the trashcan. He grabs his lighter for the second time.
I said this many times before, but it’s my first time saying it here. At Slam I will be playing three roles. The first role is your opponent. The second role comes into to play when both of you are beaten and lying on the ground, not making a move and that role is the grim reaper. And the last role will come into play when all is done and that role is the devil. Now, there is a chance where no one has to see those roles. That is if you don’t show for this match. You can make thing easier on you and me and walk of this match and I can quickly climb to the top of the Valor ladder.
Juba opens his mouth and his cigarette falls out and onto the pictures. They slowly begins to fold and burn. Once they are crumbled and burnt he drops the lighter and soon the whole trashcan goes up in flames. Juba stands over the trashcan and says his last words.
Sunday a new era begins in the Valor. The Juba era and it will be the longest and painful era in Valor history. I will defeat whomever I have to, to the top of this company. And soon Juba will be the biggest name, the biggest star in Valor. Just give it some time, not much and it will happen.
Juba takes his last look around the arena and the trashcan. After looking at the trashcan for the last time he begins to laugh. He then walks off into the unknown.
ooc: this was an ok rp. Not my best but i think will do. Leave me some good feedback.
