Promo: What about Revenge

[Guest Perfect_Bo]

It’s a cool, dark night…the wind picks up causing a cool breeze through the air. Bo sits on the bench of a national park…it’s suppose to be close but Bo don’t care…he jumped over the gate and just sits and smokes his blunt. Bo looks at the blunt before taking another drag from it, he begins to silently cough as he continues to stare at the blunt.

 

“How can something that feels so good be bad for you.” Bo questions himself. He puts the blunt back to his lips and takes another hit when a voice comes out of nowhere.

 

“Because it kills your brain cells.” The voice said…Bo looks up at the night knowing that the person is right behind him…the voice, sounding so familiar to him and he knows from where.

 

“What are you doing here?”

 

“Just taking a stroll and I saw you…” The voice said watching Bo turn around. “May I sit down?”

 

Before Bo can respond the person sits right next to him…Bo is now face to face with his former friend and stable partner…Grunge.

 

“You sure you want to sit down? I mean, I’m smoking right here.”

 

“Now Bo…how long we’ve known each other? For a while, right…and for that while you’ve smoked so much and we were next to you that we always caught contact…we’re…well, I’m use to it.”

 

“Hmm…” Bo takes another hit from the blunt and then asked Grunge. “You wanna hit?”

 

“No…no…I’m good.”

 

Bo shrugs…his offer came to waste but at least nobody can say that he’s grimy with his weed. “So…what do you want?”

 

“Nothing really…just wanted to say what sup…I see that you’ve been doing pretty well lately. Since your return you’ve defeated the leader of the X force 9 group and got some retribution with Wilson.”

 

“Yeah well…I try.”

 

“Yeah…you always try.”

 

Grunge and Bo continue to stare at each other…not taking their eyes off one another as Grunge exhales and said:

 

“Remember the time that we created Anarchy in the Junior league?”

 

Bo looks up and smiles.

 

“Yea, that was the good ol’ days.”

 

“Yeah it was…people thought that we were a bunch of nobodies until we put Rane through that table…remember that?”

 

Bo chuckles. “Yeah…that felt good.”

 

“Hey…remember when we made Jay Dawg taste that piss?”

 

“Yeah…but relax, that’s my dawg now…”

 

“I know…I know, just wanted to reminisce for a minute.”

 

They’re silent again…not saying a word, Bo even forgot about the blunt that’s burning slowly. Bo looks 0up…exhales and asks:

 

“Why did you leave?”

 

“Why did you fuck over the new Anarchy?” Grunge responded back like a chain reaction. Not even thinking about it, just saying what he felt.”

 

“Because…”

 

“Because what? You fucked over me and the group to join the guy who later on fucked your wife.”

 

Bo threw away his blunt and demanded: “Why did you have to bring that up again? Huh, I mean…he’s practically dead anyways.”

 

“But it’s the moral that hurts the most…look at what happen recently. You, the mighty Bo got cheated out of the ICTV belt…you, the man that is known to give it all and when things get tough, you cheat your ass off…but that bitch Wilson just played you like a deck of cards and you didn’t do anything about it.”

 

“I got payback on him in that tag team match.”

 

“No…that’s not the same thing…not like one on one, he treated you like a punk bitch and you didn’t even do anything about it…that’s forever going to be under your head and when he leaves, you aint going to get payback.”

 

“What the fuck you want me to do…Divefire is going to take care of him.”

 

“Get him before that…pick out a stipulation…do whatever…but don’t let him slide like that.”

 

“This coming from a man who’s a quitter…left and never even looked back. I left, but I had my reason…you just picked up and left like a bitch.”

 

“What are you trying to say Bo?”

 

“That you make me sick…you don’t try.”

 

“I don’t try? Wilson punk you out and the best thing you can do is get a couple of hits in a tag match…that’s just great.”

 

“Fuck you…”

 

“Fuck you!” Grunge got up after he said that and then said: “This was a mistake…I’ll see you around.”

 

“Get the fuck out of here quitter…” Filled with rage Bo said that and that’s when he got up…he felt dizzy, head rush and then he passed out…

 

 

It’s a cool, dark night…the wind picks up causing a cool breeze through the air. Bo sits on the bench of a national park…it’s suppose to be close but Bo don’t care…he jumped over the gate and just sits and smokes his blunt. Bo looks at the blunt before taking another drag from it, he begins to silently cough as he continues to stare at the blunt.

 

“How can something that feels so good be bad for you.” Bo questions himself. He puts the blunt back to his lips and takes another hit when a voice comes out of nowhere.

 

“Because it kills your brain cells.” The voice said…Bo looks up at the night knowing that the person is right behind him…the voice, sounding so familiar to him and he knows from where.

 

“What are you doing here?”

 

“Just taking a stroll and I saw you…” The voice said watching Bo turn around. “May I sit down?”

 

Before Bo can respond the person sits right next to him…Bo is now face to face with his former enemy, but a person that he gain to respect dearly…Cyclone Comet.

 

“How you doing Bo?”

 

“I’m fine…shouldn’t you be out in Hollywood making low budget movies or something?”

 

“I should…but once again the streets of violence need a super hero…they need a man that can stand up to these evil doers…then need…” Comet stood up in a heroic fashion with his hands on his hips as he looks up at the cool night with his chin up…he finally said: “CCCYYYCCCLLOOONNEE CCOOMMEETT!” Comet then looks down…as he was sitting down he said: “Besides…the movie that I did flopped…damn Spiderman.”

 

“And people say that I’m fucked in the head with so much weed in my system…” Bo said quietly to himself.”

 

“What?”

 

“Nothing”

 

Comet just looks at Bo smoking his life away and then said: “I see that you’ve made it pretty big since your bump from the JL.”

 

“I try.”

 

“That’s good…” Comet looks down at his lap…he then looks up and said: “Hey, remember when you created Anarchy to go on head to head with the stable I was in…Regeneration-X?”

 

“Yeah…good ol’ days.”

 

“Yeah…remember when I called you the perfect B.O.”

 

Bo’s smile turns into a bit of a frown…he then asked: “I’ve always meant to ask you…what did B.O. stand for?”

 

“You’re kidding?”

 

“No…I sometimes pay no mind to what you say…but the crowd just kept going ‘B.O.’ and I want to know why.”

 

“B.O. stood for Body Odor.”

 

“Ah…” Bo said…finally getting what that mean…he then looks back at Comet and said: “Hey…that was fucked up.”

 

Comet laughs…then the laughter stopped…Bo then asked Comet: “Hey…remember when I beat your ass for the JL world title?”

 

“One word…luck.”

 

“No…two words…ass kicked.”

 

“Whatever…because I got bumped into the WF later that week so Ha…”

 

“So, I was there a month later, so Ha.”

 

They stopped talking…not saying a word when Bo said: “Why did you leave the WF?”

 

“Why did you come back to it when you wasn’t pleased about their work?”

 

“God…I hate someone that answers a question with another question.”

 

“I know…that’s why I do it.”

 

“Whatever…you still haven’t answer my question.”

 

“Because I didn’t have the love for the sport anymore, I wanted to make movies and that’s what I did. Will I come back? Doubtful, but I don’t make any promises. Besides, I hate getting cheated for something that I work my ass for.”

 

“What are you trying to say?”

 

“Bo…you are one of the most talented wrestler in this business, but the way you got cheated was uncalled for…and you didn’t do anything…nothing…you just let it slide.”

 

“I got my payback.”

 

“A couple of hits in a tag match isn’t payback Bo…and you know it…you just let Wilson walk all over you and didn’t say a damn word or do a damn thing about it.”

 

“What you want me to do? Divefire is going to get him back.”

 

“Fine…but what about you? What…you’re not going to go after him, one on one before he leaves? Go get him.”

 

“Whatever.”

 

“Is that all you can say…whatever?”

 

“Cause, I’m tired of hearing that shit…I’ll get him when I get him…when Stubbs book the match that’s when he’s mine.”

 

“Why wait?”

 

“Because that’s all I can do…wait.”

 

“You got ELM as the champ and you want to wait for Wilson.”

 

“ELM will get his…that’s word to my Puerto Rican heritage.”

 

“You shouldn’t wait…you should catch Wilson right now and then go after the world champ…you have the tools…use it.”

 

“I will…and I will use it the same way I used it on you.”

 

“Use whatever…I don’t care, but stop being an ass.”

 

“Don’t call me an ass.”

 

“Why not…you’re an ass.”

 

“Aren’t you supposed to do what is right? Talking like that isn’t right, especially coming from you.”

 

Comet stops to think for a second and then said: “Sometimes you just can’t help it…and this is a moment that I just can’t help it…someone so talented as you doing mid-carding.”

 

“My time will come…”

 

“You always say that…stop waiting for something to happen and go for it…just like you did with me.”

 

“I will…and it will come when I choose to. I dictate my success…nobody else.”

 

“Well…then do it…”

 

A noise comes from the bushes…comet and Bo both back to see where the noise is coming from and that’s when a man…around his late thirties, wearing all black and with a white strap collar around his neck, jumps up with his pants down and his penis exposed. He begins to run but doesn’t get far since his pants are down to his ankles. Comet looks back at Bo and said: “Gotta go…evil lurks the city and I, single handling have to stop them before they start running wild in this beautiful city…goodnight Bo.”

 

“Aight…bet.”

 

Comet gets up and turns back with his hands on his hips and said: “Halt evil doer.”

 

The priest continues to try and run and that causes Comet to put a face and said: “Why do they always make me run?” and Comet starts to chase him…

 

“Stop and face your punishment like a man evil doer.” Comet screams…but his voice gets lower as he leaves the area.

 

Bo smiles as he takes another hit of the blunt…he coughs a bit while laughing…he tries to keep his eyes open but it was useless…he closes his eyes and then falls asleep…later on that night he awaken, mouth sticky, breath stinking and still feeling the affect of that ‘woooweee’. He sits there, thinking of what just happens and slowly a smile emerge on his lips…he sits there for another minute, thinking about what just happen to him and that’s when he gets off and walk into the mist of the night…

 

Still Perfect.

[Guest Edwin MacPhisto]

Bo + stoned, hazy visions = ratings.

 

Do my eyes deceive me, or is the Perfect One setting himself up for a run at the top? Interesting, and cool. Also:

 

“Hey…remember when we made Jay Dawg taste that piss?”

 

Words to take to heart.

[Guest redbaron51]

to include Grunge and my former partner, Cyclone Comet is good stuff. The whole build up from everything even from the ol' skool stuff is wonderful.

 

Though...you missed one person...Suicide...you added him oh man this would have been excellent.

 

Still bo you never amaze me, and yet some how i managed to defeat you if you say

[Guest Beingz0wningj00]

Suicide committed suicide, Xero.

 

 

Good stuff Bo... kept me smiling... except for that whole tasting piss bit... you die for that, yo.

[Guest Powerplay]

Wow... that had stuff that was WAY before my time. But a good promo nonetheless. So THAT'S who the Cyclone Comet was...

[Guest Thoth]

Wow... I don't think anyone's used CC in a promo other than Axis since he retired... wow. Great promo.

[Guest Perfect_Bo]

MORE FEEDBACK...SHIT...MORE

[Guest redbaron51]

Suicide committed suicide, Xero.

I know that, but it would be even cooler if he did show up, considereing how fucked up Bo would be. He'd be flipping on a ghost.

 

 

Bo that is fucking awesome man

[Guest kelloggs]

Uh... Bo be a promo workhorse... most if this stuff is before my time

[Guest HVilleThugg]

WOnderfulness...

 

I love that I'm still be referenced after 4 months. Anyway...

 

I think Bo was stoned when he wrote this...I don't think I've seen a repeating vision promo here yet. Mad cool. Although, I thought you should have done it one more time...just to drive it home. Still, nicely done...

 

Da "Bo? At the Top? Again? Hmmm..." H

[Guest Perfect_Bo]

I was going to do that...but my highness was leaving me...and I didnt have any more weed so I was fucked.

 

I was planning to put Suicide...that's for real, if not Mark Stevens...if not, the very own cripple Thugg...who knows...

 

I didnt again...the first one to do a repeating part promo...yes...I am the truley Perfect

 

Bo

[Guest Ash Ketchum]

Wow.

 

Bo is a promo God.