Promo:

[Guest Perfect_Bo]

“Too much time debating, thinking it over, making a consensus within my self, my emotion, my will.  In due time will it be revealed, in due time will the true evilness shall arise, it due time, the stench of motionless corps battered and bruised not physically but mentally and emotionally to form a pentagon.  Da Pound, is it dead?  Hmmm, but something lives within me, deep, burning in my soul screaming and kicking to get out.  The thug will always be in me, and that is my life, but this feeling, this sensation, the Goosebumps that I’m getting is a sign, a sign of the inevitable.  In due time the whole world will be shook under my own possession, clutched in my hand into the fist of the abyss.  Light will be dark as darkness will be light to the eyes of the holy, the evil lurks within everybody’s souls, my soul included and it’s time to bring it out.  Time to show the whole world what I’m talking about.”

 

Bo looks up and sees a reflection of what he use to be, the old him as he step into the fed for the first time.  His eyes, color red from the flames that warms his soul and spread like ether.  The color of his skin, protested by many of his peers that mankind would not look at him or treat him as an equal.  Hate, racism, envy three of the seven deadly sins, his deadly sins, not societies.

 

“Fuck society…  I’m just known as the menace that lives in it, the peril or human nature, outcast from the people that I adore.  And they expect me to smile and take it up the rear and let them do what they want to do?  No, it’s time for a change…  Society has just awaken a fire breathing dragon and I’m ready to spit fire.”

 

He continues to look at himself from the mirror; he opens the cold water from the sink and just stares at it with fascination.

 

“The puddle of blood as I climb up the Jacob’s ladder.  A foot taller but yet a foot smaller, trying to reach the imaginary force that a so call god possess but it’s well out of reach.  The sun don’t shine upon me, moon turn into blood, the sea of dead, the eternal eclipse, the quake destroying the earth’s core as a man dies for the name of God.  Heh, and people expect me to follow him as he brings this to us?  The seven sign is within us and I aint going through it, I aint following it, I’m doing my own thing, my own way.  If I get followed then so be it.  If not, let them taste their own destruction.”

 

Drip, Drip, Drip…

 

The water in the sink is now full, well, half way up there.  Bo looks at it, stares at it like if it was something that he never saw before in his life.  With his two hands he puts em together in a shape of the letter “U”, he dips it down at the cold water and splashes water in his face.  Water drips from his face, forehead, chin, cheeks, and eyelashes as he exhales.  He looks up and he still sees his own self, something inside his soul yearning to come out, yearning to be release, his desire has come back for one thing and one thing only and he finished what he came back for…  But why is he still here?  He took care of Thugg so there’s nothing else for him to accomplish, or is there?

 

“One last time…  I’m going for one last battle, for me, for my country, my little Island called Puerto Rico and of course for the place of the fallen towers, regardless of that destruction we never lose power because I’m from New York City…  What else do I have to prove here?  I’ve been associated in two of the top stables that this business ever been with, Anarchy and Da Pound, I’ve been champions of the Hardcore, New York, and Tag Team, I’ve made friends and lost friends, help friends, made enemies and destroyed them as well.  What else do I have to accomplish?  The gold that signifies that you are the best in the business, top notch, powerful, aint no one that can fuck with you?  But many deserves that, Sacred is one of them, that’s my peoples, we had our good times but also bad, but he deserves to be pushed in the title hunt…  Who else deserves it, Thoth?  Hmm, possibly but in my opinion Sacred is better…  Wilson?  You got to be kidding me…  Maybe I do deserve another shot, I defeated a former champion in ELM, and I also defeated the person that faced Thugg in two PPV’s before in Fallout, I was oh so close to defeat Edwin for the title, I know I can beat him…  But the fire in him was burning hotter and I didn’t have the strength to pull it out…  But today is a different day and a different story…  I want another shot, I know I can beat him, I know I can…  What ever happens I will get my shot, even if I have to threat mother fuckers I will get my shot…”

 

Bo continues to look at himself in the mirror, not realizing that he’s already dried up.

 

“This is the resemblance of a new beginning and I will take no prisoners…  Now I go for the ICTV title, no, I will not win, that’s Sacred’s title…  Wait, I have to win to be the only person to ever win every title in the league, well, besides the lightweight.  Yes, I will win…”

 

Laughter broke out in the back and Sacred stands there with a camcorder and that’s when Bo breaks out laughing…

 

“Damn son, I was doing so fuckin good, why you had to break my flow like that?”

 

“The resemblance of a new beginning?  What the fuck is wrong with you?”  Sacred asked with a smile on his face.

 

“What, I thought that shit was slammin son…”

 

“Dude, you aint touching my belt, I earn this belt.”  Sacred said as he smacks the belt that’s around his waist.

 

“What ever dawg, come storm, people that thought we aren’t a united team, we’re going to show them what we’re really about…  Word…”

 

“Aight, cool…  But the resemblance of a new beginning…  Jesus man, trying to get philosophical on people…  That’s just not you.”

 

“Son, I was hitting em’ hard with that dark demon shit, you was feeling it, I know you were.”

 

“What ever…”

 

“Aight bet, turn that shit off and tell JD to come through so we can talk about Storm…”

 

“Aight…”

 

Sacred turns the camera off and sets it down on the table near him, he gets his cell phone out of his pocket and dials a few numbers, he puts it by his ear and said:  “Dawg, where you at?  Need you to come hear A.S.A.P…”  

 

{Click}

 

While Sacred was talking over the phone for that second Bo turns towards the mirror and said three words before anything, three words that might mean something and at the same time might not, three words that can rock this fed and at the same time might not, the three are:  “In due time.”

 

End…

[Guest El Luchadore Magnifico]

I mark out for angry Puerto Rican men from New York.

 

Very nice promo, Bo.

[Guest Edwin MacPhisto]

Bo, that was fanf'intastic!  I loved it!  Not too long, loaded with detail, great bit with Sacred at the end, and it got me hyped for match on Storm, which rules.

 

I'll give you another shot if Stubby books it, so we'll see what deeeeeeevelops...

[Guest HVilleThugg]

Yo man....stop scaring me.

 

You gettin' all philosophical and shit on me...what the hell?  You supposed to be keepin' it gully son...straight in gutter!  What happened to that?

 

Oh, yeah....good one.  Very deep!  I mark out for Sacred vs Bo

 

Da "keepin' it real.........real dumb" H

[Guest Muzz]

Nice Promo, just tell me when your going to use me next time...

[Guest Perfect_Bo]

Sorry Sacred, I didnt know you saying a few lines was going to affect it that much, but if you feel it was wrong, then I apologize.

[Guest Muzz]

Well, no one's cared to tell me what I'm supposed to be involved with before, so I guess it's just peachy then...

[Guest HVilleThugg]

That is so true Sacred.  I know we never told you anything.

 

I'm sorry man.  I just realized that you are always in the dark, and you never complain.  My bad bro...I'll make it up to you somehow...

 

well, maybe not, but at least know I'm sorry.

 

Da "has NO pull" H

[Guest BA_Baracus]

PROMO (Stubby P. McWeed);

"Talking to yourself is fun.

 

Mothernature says, heaps of fun..."