Promo:

[Guest Perfect_Bo]

It’s 10 pm, Bo and Lwanda just sit on their couch, not really talking, but thinking of things that should be done, either that, or waiting.

 

“Maybe we should just move, I think it’s for the best, for us, for our son.”

 

Bo turns from the window to look at Lwanda who was sitting in the couch next to him. He exhales as he said: “Get away? You want me to get away? Have you ever seen me run from a fight? Have you ever see me get away from a challenge? I will not quit, I will stand tall, and I will not let a bunch of red neck hillbilly drive me out of my own home.”

 

“But this is getting too dangerous.”

 

“Then I can get dangerous.”

 

“Chucky, please, leave it alone and let’s get out of here.”

 

Bo stood up from the couch as he slowly walks towards the window as he said: “I guess they want the gangsta back.”

 

Lwanda exhales as she decided to give up, at the same time Bo reaches to the window and look towards the left side, his eyes open, open wide because it’s mind blowing. After he saw what he saw he takes a step back and punches the wall leaving a dent on it. The noise made Lwanda jump as she sees Bo going towards the front door. Lwanda goes towards the window and she covers her mouth with her right hand as she sees what Bo saw. She saw a tree, and a rope with a figure made of straw and painted black being hanged.

 

Bo begins to mumble some profanity as he reaches the door; he grabs the knob, twisted it towards the right side and swung the door inward, wide open to see a man, white male, about 6’2, late 40’s, gray hair standing right in front of his door. The man looks up at the black monster full with rage and anger. Bo looks down at this man and he said: “What the fuck do you want.”

 

The white man looks up, not scare, not showing any kind of emotion as he cracks a smile and said: “We don’t accept Negro’s, fuck that, we don’t accept niggers.”

 

Bo is now fuming as he said: “Then take me out you bitches.”

 

“Oh, we will.”

 

“You and who else.”

 

“My Klan.” The white man said as he turns to the side and pointed to the house right in front of Bo’s house. All of a sudden a large cross starts to burn up as about 40 figures, wearing white robes standing side by side emerge. Lwanda sees the flames from the window as tears stroll down her face. The white man turns to face Bo as he said: “See, I am not alone, and you are so leave nigger.”

 

“I’m a rider, and I will not fall, I will stand tall, no one can ever beat me…” Bo said as he looks down at the man.

 

“WHITE AMERICA” Screams the group of 40 as they caught Bo’s attention… But Bo wasn’t scared, he just smiled as he looks down at the white man and said: “Ride or Die”

 

Bo takes a step back, not noticing the man’s face change as he slams the door in his face. He begins to storm up the stairs as Lwanda begins to scream: “Let it go Chucky, please, let it go and lets get out of here.”

 

“I’m a soldier.” Screams Bo back down at Lwanda so she can hear him. He opens the door to his bed room, goes to his left to another door, the closet door as he swings that open and reaches down and towards the right to grab his shot gun, a 12 gauge shot gun, double barreled. He grabs the bullets, open the gun and places two bullets in the socket, than he grabs a handful of bullets and puts it in his pants pocket as he puts the gun back in place and storms out of the room, down the stairs and to the front door as he clocks the gun and swings the front door to see another man, a shorter man and this man looks familiar.

 

“Mr. Brown.”

 

“Captain.”

 

“Mr. Brown can you please lower your rifle?”

 

Bo lowers his gun as he said: “What are you doing here?”

 

Harris smiles as he said: “I saw and heard some strange activities while I was going home, and so I decided to go to your house and check it out.”

 

“How did you get my address?”

 

Harris smiles and said: “I’m a cop, we can do anything.”

 

Bo and Harris just stares at each other again, trying to see what might happen, trying to figure out what they are thinking at this moment as Bo broke the silence and said: “So what was the strange activities you heard and saw?”

 

“You Mr. Brown…”

 

Harris takes a few steps back and saw the confusion in his eyes as Harris continued by saying: “You don’t belong here Mr. Brown, you belong in the jungle with the rest of your family. You are a disgrace to this country and this community. You with your rap music destroying innocent little minds with that shoot a cop crap. Causing the white race to get corrupted with people like Eminem. Damn your kind, damn you to hell.”

 

“Fuck you bitch, what about your rock and roll bullshit?”

 

“That’s wholesome music, but you people disgust me… You stink, you’re always ashy, and you can’t talk proper English, always using profanity, dress funny and other things… And the longer you are here, the more I and my people are going to make your life a living hell, even that wife and bastard child of yours are a plague to this community of wholesome and respectful people. Leave niggers, leave.”

 

“How about I make you leave… For good.” Bo raises his shotgun to get a good clean shot when 10 guns arose from the sides and in front of him. Harris just begins to laugh as he said: “You can’t stop what you don’t understand Brown… You can’t stop God’s work; you can’t stop the white power in this generation Brown. Getting rid of you will make no difference because you are just useless space you’re taking up. Leave before we physically remove you for good.”

 

Bo looks towards the side and see all them 45’s, 9 Millies, 22’s, glocks and he decided to put the gun down. He turns to face Harris as he said: “You just started something you can’t finish, and you will taste my wrath… You won the battle tonight, but the war is yet to be determined… Let it be known, I am from the home of 9/11 the place of the lost towers, and regardless of anything we never lose power… You just fucked with someone that’s from New York City…”

 

Harris’s face still stood the same as Bo takes a few step back. Bo then said: “I will see you soon, real soon.” Bo takes another step back, grabbed the door and closed it right on Harris’s face. Harris turned around and raised his hand in victory as the rest of the crowd cheered in delight and triumph. In the house Bo goes towards Lwanda who was clutching on the couch pillow and tearing. Bo goes to her, sat down next to her and wrapped his arm over her shoulder to comfort her. He has the gun in his left hand and he puts it down, then he looks at his watch and said: “He should be calling anytime soon.”

 

Lwanda looks up and asked: “Who?”

 

“Rob.”

 

“What?”

 

“Ma, there’s a war going on outside no man is safe from, we can run but we can’t hide forever. They started something now it’s time to finish it… I called Rob, and not it’s all going to end.”

 

“But, but…” Lwanda mumbled, unable to get the words out of her mouth.

 

“It’s party time.”

 

[Ring… Ring…]

 

Both Bo and Lwanda jumped up from the sound and that’s when Bo picked up the phone and said: “Hello?”

 

After a second pass a smile emerges from Bo’s mouth and he said: “It’s about time Rob…”

 

End

[Guest Ace309]

Geez, even when he's not wrestling, Bo's writing compelling storylines. Just amazing.

[Guest Beingz0wningj00]

heh heh heh

 

 

Eminem is the cause of this nation's troubles.