Post by Juba on Dec 28, 2007 23:47:03 GMT -5
It’s December 24th, Christmas Eve. And where is the busiest place in the world today. New York City. Millions of people are walking the streets. Thousand trying to find that last minute present for there so called loved ones. There are fake Santas on every street corner looking for some charity change. And everyone is trying to get a picture near Rockefeller Center where every year the Rockefeller Christmas tree is lit. Near the tree is yet another fake Santa fooling kids into believing that he’s the real one. Promising them that he will deliver whatever they asked for.
So this is Christmas? Isn’t this a site to be seen? Everybody in this city with a smile on there face. It’s like they all have the Christmas spirit. Ha what a joke. What is Christmas spirit to be exact? Is it the little kids whining to their parents they want a Malibu Barbie from a fat man with a white beard? Or is it when the parents are thinking about all the bills they have to pay to make their little brats happy for what a month. Because in less then a months time there’s going to be something else that kids on this earth want. This holiday is a joke. These people are just one big joke.
Juba walks out of an alleyway. On the block that he stands by a homeless man is sitting ten feet away from him. Across from him is a couple of gentlemen playing Christmas tunes on a saxophone and trumpet.
This is what I don’t get. For these people they don’t have a special holiday tomorrow. They’ll be here. Why you ask? It’s because one man doesn’t have a home or a family to go to. They other two and playing these instruments so they can hope for a genuine person with a kind heart. Someone who gets them to just tip them a dollar so they could have some money to by there family a gift. Because that’s what we all want tomorrow right?
Juba walks towards the instrument players and drop a dollar into each of the cases. Both men wish him a merry Christmas but Juba just walks away. He then walks over to the homeless person and just stairs at him. Kinds of a dissapointment look in his eyes. The Man stairs up at Juba with a show me pity emotion but Juba just walks back to the alley.
During the break from WFWF I have taken I have learned a lot about respect. I’ve learned how to give it and I’ve learned how to receive it. Its men like those Instrument players that get my respect. They have nothing but there fighting for something. That reminds me of someone I know dearly. The other man here has nothing and is doing nothing. It’s like he likes sitting there every day and letting people stair at him. I give no respect for that.
However, I’m rambling. I’m missing the point about all of this. In just a week I’ll be in a match with Flamez. Flamez I don’t know what WFWF management were thinking when they gave you this match. I know this can’t be a gift from them to you. See, they know very well that I own this type of match. Its simply a hardcore match with some dumb holiday name to it. And if you look back in my history these matches are where I shine. This is how I grew up. When you were probably sitting around your Christmas tree years ago on this day I was fighting just like those instrument players but in a different way. I would be training, fighting doing what I had to do to survive. I wasn’t going to die on a street and when I lie dead on that street people would walk by not even concern. See that type of life style wasn’t and isn’t for me. It’s pretty simple kid. You’re not going to win.
Juba steps into a dark shadow in the alley so he can’t be seen. Seconds later Juba walks back onto screen with a present wrapped in his hands.
I’m going to make you feel extremely special right now. This is the first gift I have ever given anyone. I felt bad that WFWF was going to make me kill you before the New Year so I ran out and got this. Since your not here I’ll open it on your behalf. Merry Christmas!
Juba unwraps the present. Inside is a promo picture of Flamez. Wrapped around the picture is barbed wire. And the picture is going up in flames. Juba laughs to himself because of the irony in the gift. He drops the present and begins to laugh uncontrollably. Families smell the smoke and stair into the alley where the fire is coming from. All look confuse at the picture. For what reason they have no idea why it is on fire and why it is wrapped in barbed wire. There is no one to give the citizens a explanation because Juba as disappeared
So this is Christmas? Isn’t this a site to be seen? Everybody in this city with a smile on there face. It’s like they all have the Christmas spirit. Ha what a joke. What is Christmas spirit to be exact? Is it the little kids whining to their parents they want a Malibu Barbie from a fat man with a white beard? Or is it when the parents are thinking about all the bills they have to pay to make their little brats happy for what a month. Because in less then a months time there’s going to be something else that kids on this earth want. This holiday is a joke. These people are just one big joke.
Juba walks out of an alleyway. On the block that he stands by a homeless man is sitting ten feet away from him. Across from him is a couple of gentlemen playing Christmas tunes on a saxophone and trumpet.
This is what I don’t get. For these people they don’t have a special holiday tomorrow. They’ll be here. Why you ask? It’s because one man doesn’t have a home or a family to go to. They other two and playing these instruments so they can hope for a genuine person with a kind heart. Someone who gets them to just tip them a dollar so they could have some money to by there family a gift. Because that’s what we all want tomorrow right?
Juba walks towards the instrument players and drop a dollar into each of the cases. Both men wish him a merry Christmas but Juba just walks away. He then walks over to the homeless person and just stairs at him. Kinds of a dissapointment look in his eyes. The Man stairs up at Juba with a show me pity emotion but Juba just walks back to the alley.
During the break from WFWF I have taken I have learned a lot about respect. I’ve learned how to give it and I’ve learned how to receive it. Its men like those Instrument players that get my respect. They have nothing but there fighting for something. That reminds me of someone I know dearly. The other man here has nothing and is doing nothing. It’s like he likes sitting there every day and letting people stair at him. I give no respect for that.
However, I’m rambling. I’m missing the point about all of this. In just a week I’ll be in a match with Flamez. Flamez I don’t know what WFWF management were thinking when they gave you this match. I know this can’t be a gift from them to you. See, they know very well that I own this type of match. Its simply a hardcore match with some dumb holiday name to it. And if you look back in my history these matches are where I shine. This is how I grew up. When you were probably sitting around your Christmas tree years ago on this day I was fighting just like those instrument players but in a different way. I would be training, fighting doing what I had to do to survive. I wasn’t going to die on a street and when I lie dead on that street people would walk by not even concern. See that type of life style wasn’t and isn’t for me. It’s pretty simple kid. You’re not going to win.
Juba steps into a dark shadow in the alley so he can’t be seen. Seconds later Juba walks back onto screen with a present wrapped in his hands.
I’m going to make you feel extremely special right now. This is the first gift I have ever given anyone. I felt bad that WFWF was going to make me kill you before the New Year so I ran out and got this. Since your not here I’ll open it on your behalf. Merry Christmas!
Juba unwraps the present. Inside is a promo picture of Flamez. Wrapped around the picture is barbed wire. And the picture is going up in flames. Juba laughs to himself because of the irony in the gift. He drops the present and begins to laugh uncontrollably. Families smell the smoke and stair into the alley where the fire is coming from. All look confuse at the picture. For what reason they have no idea why it is on fire and why it is wrapped in barbed wire. There is no one to give the citizens a explanation because Juba as disappeared
