Promo: You aint never gonna guess

[Guest This is Bo]

Date: 2/21/08

 

Location: Pure Perfection Gym, in the corner of Fordham Road and Grand Concourse in the Bronx.

 

Time: 7:38 PM, Eastern Time.

 

 

 

“I don’t know…I’ll talk to him.” Bo is heard from his office, phone wrapped by his hand and pinned to his ear. “That’s the shit right there.”

 

*There was a pause for 20 seconds as Bo is seen nodding his head with a little smirk.*

 

“I know...

 

*Pause*

 

Well, he’s hard headed.

 

*Pause*

 

Oh you a funny motherfucker aren’t you?”

 

*The pause now lasted for about 30 seconds as the smirk grew to a big old smile.*

 

“Now you calling me hard headed?” Bo said with a smile. “You don’t even know me, maybe my history, but that’s it son.”

 

*Pause for 10 seconds*

 

“Yessir? God, youse' a country bamma aren’t you?”

 

Bo burst out in laughter.

 

“You got that southern hospitality, but I like that. Listen, I’ll talk to him but I can’t promise you shit, you heard?”

 

*Pause*

 

“I know, but…”

 

*Pause*

 

“Listen, we rollin to the big 'O' in a few days...next week is his debut."

 

*Bo lowered his head and shook it as well as the pause lasted 5 seconds.*

 

“No, not Oakland, Ohio…this shit is in reds city.”

 

*Pause*

 

“I’ll talk to him to see if you can have a sit down with him, but I don’t know what he’s going to say about it.”

 

Bo’s eyes narrowed in a confused but ticked off way as he listened for about 10 seconds.

 

“Yo, he’s a grown mother fuckin man…I aint his pops. He gonna do whatever the fuck he wanna do. Who you telling me to convince him? Nigga you aint nobody.”

 

*There was another pause for about 5 seconds before the smile came back onto Bo’s lips. His head started nodding in approval for a few seconds; he looked to the ceiling and exhaled. Perceptibly, the person on the other line was speaking for about 90 seconds before Bo said something.*

 

“Imma do what I can do, that’s all I can tell you…*Pause*...*Exhale* Anyways, Imma bounce, I’ll holla at you in Cincinnati.”

 

*Pause*

 

“Aight…One.”

 

Bo looks at his phone and pressed ‘end’ so the call can disconnect. He exhales again as he turns around to walk towards the door. He opens the door and sees SIN doing elevated sit-ups. He didn’t want to bother SIN while he’s preparing for his first match in the big leagues. Bo knows the feeling, the nervousness, the butterflies that goes through the stomach, waiting, preparing for the one night that can change the rest of your life. Bo remembers about being successful in his first match, but he’s not sure about SIN. The talent is there, but he doesn’t think SIN has that killer instinct. Bo knows that SIN, or Sammy, talks the talk, but can he be the runner instead of walking the walk.

 

Bo continues to observe SIN working out…sweat dripping from the back of his neck every time he pulls himself up.

 

“That’s my boy.” Bo said, mostly to himself as SIN continued without breaking stride.

 

“Yo Sammy.” Bo finally called as SIN looks back and sees Bo waving him to come over as Bo steps back into the office.

 

SIN gets up, grabs the towel that was conveniently right next to him…wiped himself off as he walks towards Bo’s office.

 

“Whatup?” Sin asks.

 

“Do me a favor and close the door…I got to holla at you for a minute.”

 

SIN turns around and started closing the door…the last words that was heard was coming out of Bo’s mouth.

 

“You aint never going to guess who just called…” That was the last words from Bo as the ‘click’ sound of the door confirmed that the door was closed and there was no way of hearing into the conversation.

 

The scene fades out…