Greetings, my intended....

Such a full plate for Bobo in the days to come.... I have a match Friday AND Saturday... This pleases me. Ever since the Wolfpac incident last Friday, people are lining up to take Bobo's Wild Ride... Excellent. Bobo will not turn them away, certainly...

Nobody leaves emptyhanded...

Everybody gets a prize...

Today's prize is a shiny wheel-chair! Oh goody! Won't that be fun? You will be able to take a ride even AFTER you take The Ride... Spiffy.

It seems my "Phenom"onal opponent this Friday is none other than Mark Calloway. While I applaud the intestinal fortitude for this "undertaking", I have to wonder about the intelligence... (For you WWF/WCW/ECW fans, that means "more guts than brains"). Ordinarily, I would retain the services of this fine mortician and keep him busy that way, but apparently such is not to be. Fine.

Brother Calloway, you shall truly Rest in Pieces after you are dumped on your pasty white skull in my patented vertical Fisherman's DDT... You shall cry out to the Children of the Night in anguish as I crush your skull with my Iron Claw... You shall wonder if the dead can die again as I smash you repeatedly against my knee. You see, Brother Calloway, this Friday I'm going to give you the GRAND TOUR OF HELL. This Friday, Bobo will see how many pieces of you he can tear off before you give up and die.... I know that death is something you think you're beyond... Maybe you are...

But you're NOT beyond Bobo...

So this Friday, Brother Calloway, I suggest you wear what you want to be buried in, because you will receive a lesson from the REAL Master of the Dark...