Juggalo Joe didn�t have the physique and felt weaker than the others. Joe was always putting himself down. He had always wanted to be a professional wrestler, but never thought he would make it.
But, somehow, he was scheduled to fight in a fifteen-man match. Joe was worried. He was sure to be the first person out. His mind even went so far as to picture his take out.
�One of the lesser men are sure to take me out,� Joe said to himself. Juggalo Joe was preparing for the fight. �I can hear it now. One�Two�Three!� Joe groaned and climbed out of his truck. He could hear the fans screaming for their favorite wrestlers. He wondered what it would be like to have fans. To have millions of people calling his name and chanting for him. �Oh, it would be wonderful. I really don�t want to lose. I want to go on and face Triple H,� Juggalo Joe said to himself.
The match was about to begin. The crowd was on their feet. Any minute, the wrestlers would be announced.
The match began. The crowd was roaring. Orton pinned Benjamin. Fourteen left. The crowd booed as Benjamin left the ring. Next, Christian left, followed by Edge, Tajiri, and Tomko. The match was intense. But after an intense 27 minutes, only four men were left.
The people squealed with delight.. Joe didn�t believe it. Only four men had remained. And one of those men had been him. Six minutes ticked by. With the help of Benoit, Joe had managed to pin Hart. In awe and too stunned to move, he just watched as a tired Michaels took out Benoit.
Michaels stood there resting for a minute, and the crowd stood. Joe had charged at Michaels, knocking him out. Juggalo Joe grabs Michaels.
�One�two�� the crowd was wild. People were screaming for Michaels to get up. �Three!� the announcer screamed. �I�m going to fight Triple H? Oh wow. I just can�t believe it. Me, the nobody, has actually won the fifteen man battle royal,� Joe said before fainting.
When Joe began to come around, he couldn�t believe it. He had actually pinned the Heartbreak Kid.
�Son, can you tell me who you are?� the doctor asked.
�Joe. Juggalo Joe,� Joe said. The doctor asked for a last name so that family could be notified.
�Hogan,� Joe replied. �And only contact Sherbert.� Joe rattled off a number and Sherbert was called. Joe was then released from the hospital with specific instructions to go home and rest for a week.
A week and a half later, the Wrestlemania championship was scheduled to take place. As soon as Joe was allowed to practice, all that he did was practice. Besides, he wanted to do good because Sherbert, his only fan, would be there.
Sherbert was Joe�s best friend. She had promised that if he ever wrestled, she would always be his fan. And she was loyal.
Wednesday had arrived. Joe spent all day at the gym getting ready. At about two in the afternoon, Triple H had walked into the gym.
�The Wrestlemania Championship match is about to begin. The contestants today are Triple H. and Juggalo Joe. The first man to pin the other wins,� the announcer stated. The bell rang and the match began.
Joe had decided to try and wear down Triple H. Triple H lunged at Joe, and Joe had quickly sidestepped him. Triple H lunged again and Joe clotheslined him. Triple H had been temporarily knocked out when Joe's arm caught his neck. Joe got down and twisted Triple H�s leg around.
Triple H kicked out of the grab, stood up, and lunged again. Joe kicked him in the stomach and punched him in the face. Triple H was out once more. Juggalo Joe came up behind him and grabbed his chin, pulling his neck back. Then Joe grabbed his legs and pulled them up. Triple H was still out. Joe rolled Triple J over pinned him.
�ONE�TWO�� the crowd stood and screamed. �THREE!� Sherbert screamed. Juggalo Joe had won the title. He was now the Wrestlemania champ. As soon as Joe was announced winner, he had fainted.�So, you�re the wimp that won the Battle Royal. That was just beginner�s luck. There�s no way that an idiot like you will be able to beat me,� Triple H said. Joe was practically crying in the corner.
�I�ve seen babies cry less than you. You are a pathetic, worthless wimp. I�ll have you torn up and thrown all over the ring by the time I�m done with you. You�ll be crying for your mother if I even step towards you. And you think you can beat me? You are just a fat kid that wants to fit in. Don�t worry. I�ll make you fit in. the other ropes would love to have you strung around the ring with them,� Triple H said and laughed, walking from the room.
Match time had arrived. Joe was scared. He had thought that Triple H was really going to string him around the ring.
�Joe!� Sherbert screamed. Paramedics rushed in, but Joe was unconscious. It appeared that the blow to his head had caused him to have a concussion. He was out cold and blood had swelled his brain.
Juggalo Joe was immediately rushed to the emergency room. The medics had told Sherbert they were going to operate. They had looked him over and then told her he had to come out of his coma in order for them to operate.
Sherbert had been allowed to spend the time in Joe�s hospital room. She was told to do everything possible to get him to wake up. She sang to him, told him about everyday life, and told him how much she loved him and how much she wanted him to wake up.
As the weeks passed, Joe had shown no sign of recovery. But, his brain had continued to swell. After three weeks in the hospital, Juggalo Joe Hogan died. And he never lived to see how famous he actually had been. Nor had he lived to hear another fan shout his name.
And Sherbert had never heard him speak the words so dear to her again. She would never find out that Joe had loved her more than just a friend, that he loved her as much as she loved him.