Promo: Coffee Break

[Guest Perfect_Bo]

It’s around 11:00 pm…the night is calm in the highway…which highway? Not sure…Wilson is driving along route 5A…probably on his way to his hotel. He’s driving a 2003 mustang…black…with black leather interior. There are not a lot of people driving at this time…there’s silence, which causes Wilson to think of something evil to do…but what? There’s a light from behind that almost blinded Wilson…he looks at his rear view mirror and sees the light turning on and off…blinking. Wilson looks at the time and once again looks at the mirror…it’s hard to see who’s the person behind him but he doesn’t care…because on the back seat, he has a crowbar, his problem solver. He pressed a button which causes the car to blink towards the right…to pullover…he does so as a car slowly emerges at his side. He reaches towards the passenger seat and clutches the crowbar when a 2003 black hummer is seen…and Bo is seen stopping right by his side.

 

They look at each other for a few seconds…not saying a word.

 

“How you doing?” Bo said…starting off the conversation.

 

“I’m ok…and yourself.” Wilson responded…still looking at the crowbar…just incase of anything.

 

“Good.”

 

Once again there’s silence…Wilson looks up ahead…then to his side as Bo stares out the window towards Wilson. Bo exhales and said: “You wanna go get some coffee?”

 

Another unspoken moment as Wilson starts to bite his inner cheek…he looks towards the direction of Bo…with one eye brow raised and said: “Sure.”

 

“Good…follow me…” Bo said…driving along as Wilson follows.

 

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The scene opens up with Bo and Wilson sitting on a square table drinking coffee…not really saying anything verbally…but saying a whole lot in presence.

 

“You know…we sit here…having some coffee in front of each other…knowing both of our profession…same profession. You and I are different though…we handle situation differently…and I like the way I handle mines.” Bo started the conversation…

 

“I like the way I handle my situation as well?”

 

Bo leans back at his seat…sipping on his coffee with extra sugar as Wilson just sits…legs crossed…observing Bo.

 

“Why don’t you stop what you’re doing? Manipulating people…winning matches the wrong way…hurting individuals with belts so you can feel special.”

 

“Bo…I do what I do best…I win titles…you do what you do best…try to stop guys like me…”

 

More silence…more staring…these two don’t care about the people around them as they continue to speak.

 

“You know Bo…”

 

“Yeah?”

 

“You know…I’ve been having this constant dream lately…um…it’s me, and I’m standing in the middle of the ring with my head face down.”

 

Bo just stares at Wilson…he cut in by saying… “You have no idea why your head is face down?”

 

Wilson looks deep into Bo’s eyes and responded by saying… “No…”

 

A few seconds a silence followed after that statement.

 

“Well…I was looking down at the mat…I don’t hear anything…not even the crowd, but I look up…and in front…behind…and besides my stand all the people that I’ve hurt, retired, and defeated during my career…but they just stand there, not saying anything.”

 

“No talk?”

 

“No…just quiet.”

 

Bo shakes his head up and down as he raises his right eyebrow.

 

“They all look at me…with a look of anger…of…ill intentions…and then, when I’m about to move…I wake up.”

 

“Hmmm.”

 

“Do you understand what that means?”

 

“It could have multiple meanings…but one actually sticks out.”

 

“Is that right?”

 

“That’s right.”

 

“And what is the one that sticks out?”

 

“Well…” Bo shifts his body upward…elbows on the table, as Wilson looks at every move his making. “I think the meaning of that dream is that your time is up…it’s coming to a close. You have defeated and hurt many people during your time in the ring, but that will come to a end…soon…very soon.”

 

“That’s what you think?”

 

“That’s what I think.”

 

Bo leans back again…still drinking his coffee as Wilson takes a sip without taking his eyes off of Bo. Wilson puts the cup down and asks Bo… “You have a wife don’t you?”

 

“Yes I do…and a son.”

 

“You love them?”

 

“Very much…”

 

“How does your wife feel about the profession that you have chosen?”

 

Bo looks deeply into his face…showing no kind of emotion…none whatsoever as he said… “It’s very hard at times…missing my son’s birthday…missing my wife’s birthday…anniversaries. We have our arguments and disputes…but she knew and still known up till this day that this is my career and I love my job.”

 

.“Aren’t you afraid that she might leave you?”

 

“I guess that’s the consequences of this life…”

 

“What about if something happen to them? Tragic accidents can occur anytime…anyplace.” Wilson said that with a sly smile on his face…trying to get under Bo’s skin.

 

“Well…”

 

Before Bo can finish that sentence Wilson said: “That will just kill you…right? Losing your family in one shot will destroy you…right?” Wilson continues to look deep into his eyes and he keeps saying… “I mean…the women you love…and your own child tragically…” Wilson looks down while licking his lips…a slight smile emerges on his face and that’s when he looked up and said… “You know…”

 

The stare continues…this one is longer than the other. Bo looks down at his coffee but doesn’t take a sip…he then looks up and said. “It would kill me…but then a lot of people would die.” Bo tilts his head towards the right…he continues by saying. “A lot of people close to me would die.”

 

“Hmmm”

 

Bo looks at Wilson after another moment of silence and asks… “Do you have someone?”

 

“Yes…I have a girl.”

 

“Aren’t you afraid that she might leave you?”

 

“No…nor I to her…”

 

“Really?”

 

“Yes…if I feel the heat around the corner, I will not jeopardize my job or my life just because I’m in love…I will just pick up and go.”

 

“Just like that?”

 

“Just like that.”

 

Another moment of silence occurred as they both lean back…sipping their coffee just like their friends…Bo puts the cup down and said…

 

“You know…now that we’ve talked…face to face like adults…um…I feel that I know you a little better…personally. And I like you…I like your style.” Bo leans forward towards the table… “But don’t think that I will just let you walk away knowing that you did harm to me or my crew…” Another moment of silence… “I will take you out.”

 

Bo leans back against he edge of the chair again and waits for a respond from Wilson…Wilson sits there, folds his hands…he looks towards his left for a second and then back to Bo…raises one eyebrow as he licks his lips…preparing to say something.

 

“There’s a flip side to that coin…what if I’ve done something to…what you say…one of your crew, or you if that was the case…and you have me boxed in corner and is about to take me out.” Wilson exhales before continuing. “Hear this my friend and hear it very well…regardless of where you have me, how you have me or if you have me…I will not hesitate…not for a split second to take you out. I’ve made Stubby’s life and living hell, Thugg’s life a living hell, Edwin’s life and living hell and Mark as well…so don’t think that it wont happen to you…yes, we know each other…but that don’t mean anything to me.”

 

That was the last thing said and right now there’s no talk…just quietness as they stare at each other…

 

There’s always a flip side to that coin…

 

End

[Guest Rabbi_wilson13]

Good promo, Bo, as it shows that we aren't just ruthless, blood-thirsty enemies towards one another. There's a nice little professional vibe under all the violence.

 

Oooo...and we have tension for the upcoming ICTV match. Is it going to be on this Storm? Or next week? Or who knows, since WE HAVE NO CARD. My countdown to school is about at 31 hours now.....weeping....weeping....

[Guest Thoth]

I hope Bo writes his best against Wilson... that could be a great matchup.

[Guest Edwin MacPhisto]

I was reminded of the famous scene in Heat where the DeNiro and Pacino characters meet in a diner late at night.

 

Most excellent work, Bo. Character stuff is always great coming from you.

[Guest Kibagami]

Edwin: This promo IS the scene from "Heat".

 

Absolutely rockin' dialogue between two of the most respected heels in the fed's history. Damn, Bo, when you're on, you're fuckin' ON, man.

 

Awesome work. Here's hopin' you keep it up.

 

::marks for Pacino::

 

S.

 

Edit: Fuckity fuck fuck fuck...

[Guest Edwin MacPhisto]

And thaaaaaat explains why I thought it was like Heat. Heh.

 

Now, just recreate the bank robbery, and I'm happy.

[Guest Rabbi_wilson13]

Hey Silent, why don't we keep the cursing to a minimum, mother fucker?

 

(no-sells silent's cursing)

 

That's what I thought. Sumbitch! I want a Storm card!

[Guest Ace309]

Very nice... good characterization and development and so forth.

 

But mainly, it was enjoyable to read.

[Guest AnnieEclectic]

IT STINKS!

 

 

wait, no... no it actually rocks! (Y) I love the start, just having them randomly meet and say "Want to go get some coffee?" Priceless setup, wonderful promo, and now more heat to add to the ICTV match! (Y) all around. This makes me want to promo, but I'll wait for the card.

 

-Annie

[Guest heat32]

Quit saying my name, I hate being summoned to a crappy promo thread.

 

...

 

Bo, you steak of the devil

you're about to get burned

what? i'm not on your level

you're about to get learned

 

cuz once i steal off on your ass

your eyes will open

like your bleeding asshole

when HVille Thugg is pokin

 

...

 

You saw my rhymes on the predictions thread, right? If not, check it out.

 

Can you say free style WARZ~!

[Guest Chuck Woolery]

OOOOOOOOOH~!

 

Bo gets schooled! How will he retaliate? This is Mike Van Siclen, live at SWF headquarters.

[Guest Perfect_Bo]

Son, you're in preschool

You're not on my league

You'se a quitter bitch

So quit...just let it be

 

The only reason why they call you heat is because you're a flaming fag...watch a porno mag as they stick it up your ass.

 

You're a cockeye ass wipe

son you aint nice

you wanna step to the plate?

I'll make you jump like you're lice.

 

Ay you heat...you weak son...

You better come harder.

Fuck calling you my son...

bitch, you're my daughter.

 

Yeah son...now spit some shit.

Bo