Post by cureforthesickness on Mar 2, 2006 20:56:54 GMT -5
Deep in the darkness of a cemetery sits Obo, clad in baggy black jeans and a buttoned up leather jacket. His eyes are off in the distance as he begins to speak.
Obo: There comes a time in every man’s life when he has to step up. When he has to look towards his future and quit reliving the past. And for me that time has come. Los Hobos are far behind me now. And now I am on track to win my first piece of singles gold in WFWF. JUBA, you happen to have a title belt. I am above the Young Gunn title, but frankly, I wouldn’t mind taking that five pound hunk of gold away from you, just to take it and pawn it. I’m sure some douche would be willing to take that hunk of metal off my hands for a few bucks. But JUBA, I don’t really want your title. What I want is your blood!!!
Obo lets out a demented laugh before continuing.
Obo: JUBA, you’re a poser. You claim that you’re “hardcore”. But frankly, you’re nothing more than a pathetic little asswipe who someday wants to become pond scum on the lake that is humanity. It amuses me that you think that you’re hardcore because you took a couple chair shots and fell on some thin metal garbage can or whatever the fuck you did. But listen and listen good you little fucking homo, you aren’t even hardcore enough to wipe the sweat off of my ass crack! You are nothing more than a glorified jobber and it has been proven time and time again. But, and I hope you are listening to this because I am only going to say it once fucktard, you aren’t hardcore. You aren’t even tough. You’re a mother fucking glorified pansy ass! When your entire body is one giant scar, then you can talk to me about hardcore!!
In a fit of rage, Obo has punched himself in the face, thus reopening his wounds from Fully Charged
Obo: So faggot, when you are able to walk up to me in that locker room and I look at your face and it is completely bandaged up from some violent war that you had fought, then you can claim you are hardcore. At this point, you aren’t much better than those two oiled up homos the Twizted Killaz. But JUBA, I think you may be able to call yourself hardcore soon. Because at the upcoming house show, you will be looking across the ring at one of the toughest mother fuckers in the buisness today, and frankly, I don’t like the way your face looks. I think I might have to rearrange it a little bit..
Obo begins a demonic laugh, stepping off of the headstone that he was previously seated at. He walks over to a very extravagant tombstone. He looks at the tombstone for a second before kicking it in the center, causing the stone to explode.
OOC: For my tag match with Trent Draven against Juba and Jaysin. a 500 word limit was set, and it comes to exactly 500. Trent and myself, due to the limited space, chose to each focus on one opponent in our roleplays. His will be against Jaysin, and mine was Jabu. no offense meant to anyone in this roleplay.
Obo: There comes a time in every man’s life when he has to step up. When he has to look towards his future and quit reliving the past. And for me that time has come. Los Hobos are far behind me now. And now I am on track to win my first piece of singles gold in WFWF. JUBA, you happen to have a title belt. I am above the Young Gunn title, but frankly, I wouldn’t mind taking that five pound hunk of gold away from you, just to take it and pawn it. I’m sure some douche would be willing to take that hunk of metal off my hands for a few bucks. But JUBA, I don’t really want your title. What I want is your blood!!!
Obo lets out a demented laugh before continuing.
Obo: JUBA, you’re a poser. You claim that you’re “hardcore”. But frankly, you’re nothing more than a pathetic little asswipe who someday wants to become pond scum on the lake that is humanity. It amuses me that you think that you’re hardcore because you took a couple chair shots and fell on some thin metal garbage can or whatever the fuck you did. But listen and listen good you little fucking homo, you aren’t even hardcore enough to wipe the sweat off of my ass crack! You are nothing more than a glorified jobber and it has been proven time and time again. But, and I hope you are listening to this because I am only going to say it once fucktard, you aren’t hardcore. You aren’t even tough. You’re a mother fucking glorified pansy ass! When your entire body is one giant scar, then you can talk to me about hardcore!!
In a fit of rage, Obo has punched himself in the face, thus reopening his wounds from Fully Charged
Obo: So faggot, when you are able to walk up to me in that locker room and I look at your face and it is completely bandaged up from some violent war that you had fought, then you can claim you are hardcore. At this point, you aren’t much better than those two oiled up homos the Twizted Killaz. But JUBA, I think you may be able to call yourself hardcore soon. Because at the upcoming house show, you will be looking across the ring at one of the toughest mother fuckers in the buisness today, and frankly, I don’t like the way your face looks. I think I might have to rearrange it a little bit..
Obo begins a demonic laugh, stepping off of the headstone that he was previously seated at. He walks over to a very extravagant tombstone. He looks at the tombstone for a second before kicking it in the center, causing the stone to explode.
OOC: For my tag match with Trent Draven against Juba and Jaysin. a 500 word limit was set, and it comes to exactly 500. Trent and myself, due to the limited space, chose to each focus on one opponent in our roleplays. His will be against Jaysin, and mine was Jabu. no offense meant to anyone in this roleplay.