Post by Juba on Feb 4, 2007 0:08:55 GMT -5
Scene opens up to a newspaper. In the sports section there’s at huge title that says “JUBA To Return!” During the article it talks about JUBA’s achievements in the WFWF and his greatest battles. It also talked about how he was suppose to return but never really got to. The article ending with the question that was can JUBA compete with the young and rising superstars of the WFWF? Hands covered in scars close the newspaper and lay it on a bench. Of course sitting on the bench is the former Young Gun Champion JUBA.
There is way to many things going on in my head lately. What do I have to do with my life to make me continue to feel a rush? I use to get a rush through my body everyday when I stepped into a WFWF arena knowing I was going to hurt someone that night. The rush that would fuel me everyday slowly disappeared. I went from being someone that no one could beat from the person that got screwed more in the WFWF then anyone in the world. First happened when I lost the title that made my name get cemented in the WFWF history books. When I lost it I thought “ok this could only get better for me” but man was I wrong. I get the biggest push no to man. I’m booked against the WFWF owner at the time. Then all of a sudden BOOM everything goes downhill. Shows are slowing down and no one knows what’s going on. The WFWF are getting different owners every other week. The rush died then and I took my leave. Months later I’m in a local bar and what happens to be on the TV? The new and improved WFWF with stars that you would only think could open shows actually main eventing shows. The rush started to grow back and all I wanted to do was come back and hurt people. Hurting people is the only thing I’ve been good at. So I call up WFWF headquarters and I’m back in the WFWF. At least that’s what I thought. The match was made and I was schedule to go against one Miguel Sanchez. I was pumped. Miguel Sanchez would be the first to be checked off of JUBA’s brand new hit list and then what happens. Show Cancelled and match never happens.
JUBA gets pretty tense just thinking about all of this. His only was of getting less tense is hurting someone or feeling pain. There is no one around so JUBA gets off the bench and walks over to a light pole. He bangs his head against it till he begins to poor blood from his scalp. His face begins to be filled with blood.
That was the last straw for me. WFWF as screwed me over enough times and I couldn’t take it anymore. So I leave again with a promise to never return again. Months later I run into a couple of so called fans and a word that came out of there mouths just annoyed the crapout of me. The word was “former”. In every sentence it had the word former. Former WFWF wrestler, Former Young Gun Champ, Former Hardcore Icon. I couldn’t take it anymore so what did I do. I slapped everyone one of them till their face become so pink it was about to pour blood. While doing so the Rush was slowly coming back again. Weeks later I get a call to come back to the WFWF. I didn’t say yes right away because I was trying to stay true to my word but as soon as they told me who my opponent was I said hell yea.
JUBA takes a break from talking to wipe the blood out of his eyes. He then takes a look at his watch then looks at a sign that looks like a bus schedule. He paces back and forth and takes a sit once again on the bench and looks at the newspaper again. Can JUBA compete with the young and rising superstars of the WFWF he reads over and over again.
I was the most talked about rising star in the WFWF in one point. An unbelievable winning streak and the first ever Young Gun champion. Since I took my leave my winning streak was forgotten and the Young Gun title was vacated and soon gone from the company. It’s like everything I worked for in this business just disappeared in a heartbeat. That is one main reason why I agreed to come back for this match. I want people to remember what I’m capable of. I want all of those things that I worked so hard for to mean something in this time and age of the business. Second reason is to shut all those people that would just call me a former something. Former is just another word for has been and a has been is something I am far from. I’ll show the world that when I face Miguel Sanchez on the third.
Miguel you got lucky last time. The match was cancelled and you didn’t have to feel the pain I would have delivered. This time this match will happen and if you didn’t guess by now I’m pretty pissed off. Now Miguel I have no idea what your capable of. All I remember of you was a jobber that didn’t know much when I was the talk of the company. I also remember some one that was a trying to play off as a psycho. The difference why I’m a psycho and your not was you only hurt or tried to hurt other people. I on the other hand hurt myself when I don’t have others to hurt and laugh about it when I’m done. HA HA HA HA HA. I’m a ticking time bomb that needs pain and if I don’t get or deliver pain I will eventually go off and destroy everyone and everything in my sight. If you don’t remember I’m a guy that was so close to exploding some dudes head off in front of a live crowd. I’m a man that brawled three men all over Europe. I’m the real deal when you think of hardcore. You Miguel, you are the real deal when you think of want to be, and never going to be. Why are you never going to be? It’s because I’m going to end your career on the third. You just wait and see.
The bus pulls up and juba is about to aboard. Everyone on the bus cringes there faces at the first sight of JUBA covered in blood.
Miguel on the third you will be staring at a loaded gun. And you will have nowhere to run. You will hurt and when you’re in the ring with me you will bleed. So everyone soak all of this in and I’ll see you on the third. JUBA HAS RETURNED.
Juba walks into the bus and the bus pulls away from the stop. When we reach the end of the bus we see JUBA staring outside at were he was sitting with a smirk on his face. The whole stop was a blaze of fire and the last thing to burn was the newspaper. The evil laughter is herd for the first time in months.
There is way to many things going on in my head lately. What do I have to do with my life to make me continue to feel a rush? I use to get a rush through my body everyday when I stepped into a WFWF arena knowing I was going to hurt someone that night. The rush that would fuel me everyday slowly disappeared. I went from being someone that no one could beat from the person that got screwed more in the WFWF then anyone in the world. First happened when I lost the title that made my name get cemented in the WFWF history books. When I lost it I thought “ok this could only get better for me” but man was I wrong. I get the biggest push no to man. I’m booked against the WFWF owner at the time. Then all of a sudden BOOM everything goes downhill. Shows are slowing down and no one knows what’s going on. The WFWF are getting different owners every other week. The rush died then and I took my leave. Months later I’m in a local bar and what happens to be on the TV? The new and improved WFWF with stars that you would only think could open shows actually main eventing shows. The rush started to grow back and all I wanted to do was come back and hurt people. Hurting people is the only thing I’ve been good at. So I call up WFWF headquarters and I’m back in the WFWF. At least that’s what I thought. The match was made and I was schedule to go against one Miguel Sanchez. I was pumped. Miguel Sanchez would be the first to be checked off of JUBA’s brand new hit list and then what happens. Show Cancelled and match never happens.
JUBA gets pretty tense just thinking about all of this. His only was of getting less tense is hurting someone or feeling pain. There is no one around so JUBA gets off the bench and walks over to a light pole. He bangs his head against it till he begins to poor blood from his scalp. His face begins to be filled with blood.
That was the last straw for me. WFWF as screwed me over enough times and I couldn’t take it anymore. So I leave again with a promise to never return again. Months later I run into a couple of so called fans and a word that came out of there mouths just annoyed the crapout of me. The word was “former”. In every sentence it had the word former. Former WFWF wrestler, Former Young Gun Champ, Former Hardcore Icon. I couldn’t take it anymore so what did I do. I slapped everyone one of them till their face become so pink it was about to pour blood. While doing so the Rush was slowly coming back again. Weeks later I get a call to come back to the WFWF. I didn’t say yes right away because I was trying to stay true to my word but as soon as they told me who my opponent was I said hell yea.
JUBA takes a break from talking to wipe the blood out of his eyes. He then takes a look at his watch then looks at a sign that looks like a bus schedule. He paces back and forth and takes a sit once again on the bench and looks at the newspaper again. Can JUBA compete with the young and rising superstars of the WFWF he reads over and over again.
I was the most talked about rising star in the WFWF in one point. An unbelievable winning streak and the first ever Young Gun champion. Since I took my leave my winning streak was forgotten and the Young Gun title was vacated and soon gone from the company. It’s like everything I worked for in this business just disappeared in a heartbeat. That is one main reason why I agreed to come back for this match. I want people to remember what I’m capable of. I want all of those things that I worked so hard for to mean something in this time and age of the business. Second reason is to shut all those people that would just call me a former something. Former is just another word for has been and a has been is something I am far from. I’ll show the world that when I face Miguel Sanchez on the third.
Miguel you got lucky last time. The match was cancelled and you didn’t have to feel the pain I would have delivered. This time this match will happen and if you didn’t guess by now I’m pretty pissed off. Now Miguel I have no idea what your capable of. All I remember of you was a jobber that didn’t know much when I was the talk of the company. I also remember some one that was a trying to play off as a psycho. The difference why I’m a psycho and your not was you only hurt or tried to hurt other people. I on the other hand hurt myself when I don’t have others to hurt and laugh about it when I’m done. HA HA HA HA HA. I’m a ticking time bomb that needs pain and if I don’t get or deliver pain I will eventually go off and destroy everyone and everything in my sight. If you don’t remember I’m a guy that was so close to exploding some dudes head off in front of a live crowd. I’m a man that brawled three men all over Europe. I’m the real deal when you think of hardcore. You Miguel, you are the real deal when you think of want to be, and never going to be. Why are you never going to be? It’s because I’m going to end your career on the third. You just wait and see.
The bus pulls up and juba is about to aboard. Everyone on the bus cringes there faces at the first sight of JUBA covered in blood.
Miguel on the third you will be staring at a loaded gun. And you will have nowhere to run. You will hurt and when you’re in the ring with me you will bleed. So everyone soak all of this in and I’ll see you on the third. JUBA HAS RETURNED.
Juba walks into the bus and the bus pulls away from the stop. When we reach the end of the bus we see JUBA staring outside at were he was sitting with a smirk on his face. The whole stop was a blaze of fire and the last thing to burn was the newspaper. The evil laughter is herd for the first time in months.
