He stands outside the DWF arena, the rain streaming down his face, he breathes heavily with every breath, such noise is almost unworldly, just his breathing sounds animalistic. He strides forwards, two security guards step out in front of him, they begin to question him…
“Excuse me sir, do you have any…”
They don’t get to finish their question, he smashes right through them, a double clothesline taking them out and knocking them down to the ground without even breaking stride. This man is a monstrous figure, he gets to the doors and simply rips them open, they slam against the wall the glass in them simply smashes, shattering and dropping to the floor. He keeps on walking; he knows where he is headed…
He gets to the technical area, two technicians looks around at him…
“You! You’re…from…”
“Play this…”
The lights in the arena slowly dim, the crowd gets to their feet, someone else is coming out to the ring with Frying Pan Joe, everyone is expecting a lot more fun to ensue in the ring but there is one man in the arena who is not coming out for anything remotely fun, well his definition of fun is a lot different to everyone else’s...
“Well King, it looks like Joe’s going to have another guest out here now, I wonder who it might be...”
“I dunno JR but if he keeps on cooking like this I’m gonna have to go in tat ring and get some food, I’m starving, Joe blows your Ribs out of the water JR!”
Superbeast blares over the PA, everyone gets ready for Rage to come back out, the lights remain off though, the music keeps on blaring but this is not Rage, he is in the back, this is a different form of Rage, not by name but by nature. His stride is unfaltering until he reaches the end of the ramp, he stands in front of the ring, waiting for the lights to come on...slowly they rise, the lights slowly reveal the identity of this man...
“Who is that JR? Is it who I think it is?”
“I don’t believe it King! It’s Juggernaut of the GTWF!!!”
“Juggern...uh oh, I remember him!”
Frying Pan Joe and the rest of his group stand in the ring open mouthed...The Juggernaut has a manic look on his face, he slowly gets up onto the apron, Joe and his gang daren’t move...
“Stay there you! I know I called you about this but...but...I...”
Juggernaut says nothing, he slowly gets into the ring, Joe, Coachy, Buddy and Devin all stand against the opposite rope...They have the fear of this man in them, they can sense he means bad things, they have seen them with their own eyes, witnessed this dominant force, undefeated in the GTWF, the man who even Dark Knight Cecil on his return could not beat...He stands there, all seven foot plus of him, the ring almost groaning under his monstrous frame, Joe grabs the nearest thing he can pick up, a frying pan...he throws it at Juggernaut...it smashes him square in the chest...not even a flicker...
“Listen, we’re on your side but...you...you’re unstable...you...this was just a bad idea! Buddies.....attack!”
Joe, Devin, Buddy and Coachy all charge forwards, Juggernaut waves an arm out in front of him smashing Joe and Coachy away with a massive clothesline...Devin cracks him in the gut with a hard couple of shots, Juggernaut doesn’t even move, he rips Devin in the face with a haymaker of a right hook...Buddy simply runs up the ramp away from this carnage, this devastation. Joe tries to get up but Juggernaut lifts him up easily off the floor with one hand, he throws him up into the air with ease and then kicks him and the rest of the Buddy Club out of the ring...
“My god what a show of strength by Juggernaut...taking out four of his ex-GTWF friends!”
“Can you even call Juggernaut someone who has friends? Look at him...he’s just not right!!!”
“Well folks I can tell you something the DWF is fast becoming an ex-GTWF roster hang-out and I think that something is definitely going on!”
“Did you hear what Joe said JR? He called Juggernaut and told him to come here, and that they’re on the same team...I have a bad feeling about this!”
