Assholes & Bionic Elbows! Come Here, Jared, Come Here!
Jun 5, 2019 19:03:25 GMT -5
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Post by Shadowlove on Jun 5, 2019 19:03:25 GMT -5
An attractive, well-proportioned, slim, trim, toned body built for sin stood silhouetted in the doorway of a circa 1800's Greek Revival Mausoleum encased with tropical flowers and other vegetation beneath the pale moonlight of a crescent moon.
A wrought iron gate slowly creaks open, and with Bushidō catlike precision, the silhouette mysteriously vanishes inside. The Mausoleum remained silent, except for the echoing from the clattering of high heeled stilettos, I’m guessing liquid unmellow yellow Jimmy Choo, on the flagstone floor.
With a snap of fingers, a candelabrum partially illuminates the Mausoleum inner-sanctum, leaving a wonderfully unique look inside the surreal beauty within the smoky black and white sanctuary.
The flickering flame of the candelabra cascades down upon the most luminous white and more dramatic gray veining Italian Calacatta Marble funeral pyre.
His sweet and lovely femme fatale temptress, “The Fashionista Sensei” Miss Miyamoto, was standing statuesque with her arms crossed over her chest.
Her raven black hair was pulled back in a French braid showing off her angelic face as she lowers her iconic Ray-Ban Wayfarer sunglasses down her perfectly flawless nose on her angelic looking face, showing off her intoxicating and incandescent almond shaped green eyes.
Her attractively well-proportioned, slim, trim, toned body built for sin was encased in a form-fitting shimmering unmellow yellow super sexy backless halter neck plunge sequin mini dress with a French-cut up the side to her thigh designed by Stella McCartney and liquid unmellow yellow Jimmy Choo stilettos.
Her sweet as honey, harmoniously hypnotizing, smooth as silk, smoky voice radiating through her very luscious and very alluring lips:
“ They’re saying that you’re the greatest professional wrestler in the sports entertainment business whose never held a major AW Championship. . .”
Your favorite and most polarizing modern day charismatic and charming, egotistical, narcissistic, politically incorrect, felicitating, self-righteous, second-generation megalomaniac and most efficient apex predator, “The Handsome Half-breed” Shadowlove, was laughing like Jack Nicholson, was clapping like Heath Ledger, and was laying sprawled out like Jared Leto as The Joker over the top of the Italian Calacatta Marble funeral pyre.
His fingers were interlocked behind his classically masculine and modern mussed, razor-textured, choppy finished dark brown hair was perfect showing off his chiseled fighter's face with an ice cold stare radiating from his sparkling blue eyes.
He was stripped to the waist showing off the upper body of a Greek God, with washboard abs, in a newly fresh and crisp custom-made Calvin Klein stark liquid white leather trench-coat with fringe along with his custom-made Calvin Klein crocodile skinned pants and custom-made Calvin Klein alligator skinned boots crossed at the ankles.
While maintaining his absolutely well-developed buffed-assed heavenly body through poise, position, and audacity while using his underlying primal instinctual animal magnetism oozing God-given laissez-faire attitude and Hollywood Blockbuster Superstar Fashion Model Machismo, he seems to be enjoying the quiet, silent lucidity escapism from the rigmaroles of everyday life in Action Wrestling by fully entrenching himself inside the Kokutan, the so-called black breath that removes all sense of superfluous thoughts and actions within his mind, body, heart, and soul.
His low dusky voice rings out fully, with all the charm and charisma that one can muster, mister, as he gets down to business and starts painting his masterpiece:
“ I reckon so. . .”
She sees the fire burning in his sparkling blue eyes in a predatory manner that still shows how passionate he has become about defending an organization that has always shown bitter resentment and righteous indignation towards everything that is representative in his very own existence.
“ I see that this wannabe savagely cruel and exceedingly brutally primitive and unsophisticated so-called and self-proclaimed barbarian at the gate gaijin, Jared Holmes-san, has returned to our village of the damned with torches in hand. . .”
His sparkling blue eyes seem to focus on flickering flame of the candelabra cascading down upon him knowing that he was about to take hold of the flame.
“ The bizarreness of Jared wanting to take my life can never truly be measured by the cowardessness of Action Wrestling’s Hierarchy, every velveteen wrestler behind the curtain in the back, and Action Wrestling’s Fandom. In trying to manufacture all these numerous rumors and innuendo about my demise that have been greatly exaggerated throughout my professional wrestling sports entertainment business career, I’ve been elevated by the status quo of this establishment as a living and breathing creator and ruler of this organization who’s worshiped by those for having a very powerful influential manipulative essence over the misfortunes of those less fortunate. . .”
She watches him slides off the Italian Calacatta Marble funeral pyre like a snake, creating locomotion through side-to-side movement and rectilinear progression, which allows him to seamlessly walk on his ribcage in what appears to be an optical illusion.
“ Action Wrestling has now become involved in a prolonged, public, and heated disagreement between Jared Holmes-san and The Handsome Half-breed Shadowlove-san regarding the mental and moral distinctive clash between the Celestial Six God Shark and your favorite and most polarizing modern day charismatic and charming, egotistical, narcissistic, politically incorrect, felicitating, self-righteous, second-generation megalomaniac and most efficient apex predator’s perceived need to subjugate and ridicule other individuals inside and outside of the squared-circle deemed to be inferior and unworthy within this organization. . .”
She opens his newly fresh and crisp custom-made Calvin Klein stark liquid white leather trench-coat with fringe as he runs his fingers through his classically masculine and modern mussed, razor-textured, choppy finished dark brown hair, down his neck, over his muscular chest and washboard abs, flicking fake beads of sweat off his fingers towards the camera.
“ This very soon to be violent confrontation originated in the sports entertainment business just over one year ago when I, enriched with a purely volatile and unstable global thermonuclear freedom, based on self-righteous indignation, became an even greater independent private contracting smoke-and-mirror opportunistic adversarial heroic villainous illusionist with an abundance of self-righteous indulgences rising up from the ashes of hellfire and brimstone of Action Wrestling’s Hierarchy, every velveteen wrestler behind the curtain in the back, and Action Wrestling’s Fandom. . .”
She’s mysteriously conjuring up a mystical spell over him just by her mere presence as she takes her proper place against his muscular body and moving very little, never turning her head, or revealing any kind of expression that gives the viewing audience at home a clue as to her innermost thoughts with the exception of a very sharp and penetrating affection and devilishly delicious, malevolent and pleasurable, mischievously smile coming from her very luscious and very alluring lips while caressing his muscular chest with her fingers.
“ I’m going to personally introduce you to my family's moral, immoral, and amoral unpredictable condescending confidence and antagonistic arrogance and ruthless manipulative and unscrupulous influential psychological and physiological perfection, which is without remorse for the misery and the suffering of those definitive stereotypical thoughts and attitudes of a very particular strange and odd character such as yourself, Jared. . .”
He can still see the image of NvL smirking at his sweet and lovely Miyamoto and can still see the image of NvL grabbing the throat of his sweet and lovely Miyamoto and can still see the image of NvL’s handprint still imprinted on the throat of his sweet and lovely Miyamoto in his subconscious mind. His cool, calm, and collected demeanor suddenly turns to an unmitigated and unadulterated terror trip not meant for the weak of heart as the rage and the anger continues festering deep within him.
“ When NvL put his hands on my sweet and lovely Miyamoto, he sent the current state of events in my professional wrestling sports entertainment business career into quite a tailspin, resulting in giving this organization a misleading impression of my seductive handsomeness, and the eventual devastation effect that The Dark Gift will have on you. Action Wrestling’s Hierarchy, every velveteen wrestler behind the curtain in the back, and Action Wrestling’s Fandom will have a front row seat at how Jared Holmes has fallen into a controversial conflict at Evolution II, out of which my very vortex of violence will ultimately be justified without remorse and with extreme prejudice. . .”
He knew that Action Wrestling’s Hierarchy, every velveteen wrestler behind the curtain in the back, and Action Wrestling’s Fandom has chosen him to protect and sustain the ultimate importance and inviolability of Action Wrestling even without having a championship wrapped perfectly around his efficient and effective streamlined waist. But in his mind, he was on seeking vengeance and reciprocity for his sweet and lovely Miyamoto that was never free.
“ Sometimes, just sometimes, Jared Holmes-san, The Handsome Half-breed Shadowlove-san’s full blown no-holds-barred very cold and very calculating psychopathic tendencies can be pulled towards certain individuals like yourself out of curiosity just to see what all the excitement surrounding them is all about, especially when you’re considered to be an unnecessary inconvenience. . .”
She runs her fingers seductively along his chiseled chin and lowers his head so that her intoxicatingly, incandescent almond shaped green eyes meets his occidental sparkling blue eyes in a way that showed a fondness for causing trouble in a very playful way.
“ My vision is perfectly clear, Jared, you haven’t frightened me away because I’m not buying into your bigger-than-life monster image, especially when you’re drawn to my seductive handsomeness like a moth to a flame. I know you operate from having some kind of so-called, self-proclaimed black heart, they say that my heart doesn’t even exist, and you want to come off as being a very insincere and very shallow person even though Action Wrestling’s Hierarchy, every velveteen wrestler behind the curtain in the back, and Action Wrestling’s Fandom have completely fallen under the spell of my seductive handsomeness, even though you’re trying your damnedest into doing and saying all the wrong things. . .”
Some would say, that he was certifiably insanely possessed with an intense long term passion and admiration for his sweet and lovely Miyamoto. And some would say, that she was certifiably insanely possessed with an intense long term passion and admiration for him.
“ When dealing with me inside and outside of the squared-circle, Jared, it’s very, very important for you to understand the very harmful ramifications that I will have on your immune system. While you feel me attacking your immune system, those Action Wrestling Hierarchy, every velveteen wrestler behind the curtain in the back, and Action Wrestling Fandom who don’t consider themselves to be an attentive, sympathetic conscientious observer, will most definitely observe you screaming out knowing that I’m the one causing you your unpleasantness caused by the belief that I’m just as dangerous, and just as likely to cause just as much pain in a very threatening manner as you. . .”
Her very luscious and very alluring lips barely touching his chiseled dimpled cheek as they reach his lips. You can almost feel an aura of seductively handsome cold-hearted psychopathic electricity between the two as they become one with their warm, loving, passionate kiss.
“ You’ll find that you’re completely out of touch with your sense of realities, Jared Holmes-san, mostly because we’re in a culture of the sports entertainment business that completely ignores your emotional responses, especially the negative ones, about your favorite and most polarizing modern day charismatic and charming, egotistical, narcissistic, politically incorrect, felicitating, self-righteous, second-generation megalomaniac and and most efficient apex predator, The Handsome Half-breed Shadowlove-san. . .”
He’s always been goal driven like many others in this organization, which can weaken his achievement oriented behavior, but tends to lead to many great strides in his competitive knowledge within the sports entertainment business.
“ A very insincere and very shallow person such as yourself, Jared, needs someone like myself to help insure the air of inevitability when helping to process your inability to express your genuine feelings about the outcome of your emotional and intellectual depth of everyday life inside and outside of the squared-circle. That unconscious energetic heat coming from the Action Wrestling Hierarchy, every velveteen wrestler behind the curtain in the back, and Action Wrestling Fandom can be extremely hard to break. You were once loved and appreciated in your professional wrestling sports entertainment business career and now you’re just a shell of your former self. . .”
He knew that his achievement oriented ideology can lead to a very big disconnect with the status quo establishment in order to please Action Wrestling’s Hierarchy, every velveteen wrestler behind the curtain in the back, and Action Wrestling’s Fandom.
“ You could’ve had it all, Jared, and you're gonna wish you never re-crossed paths with me. #BeachKrew was running roughshod in that second-rate organization with third-rate talent before we all traveled down to ol’ México and the place had to shut down and went to shit with even shittier talent. "Hacksaw" Jim Thuggin molded and sculpted and played in your shit just long enough for you to become a WCF World Champion. Your WCF World title reign served notice that no matter how much you play in shit, your professional wrestling sports entertainment business career is still just shit. You defeated F.V.P. and dropped the title to a professional perennial loser journeyman like Dion Necurat? Fuck, me. . .”
She reaches into his newly fresh and crisp custom-made Calvin Klein stark liquid white leather trench-coat with fringe and removes a pristine and neatly rolled up copy of the Wall St. Journal and begins twirling it between her fingers like a baton then starts tapping it into the palm of her hand.
“ Command and conquer? Watashi no o shiri. You’re worthless and weak, Jared Holmes-san. Your age and arrogance cost you your victory during the Havoc Rumble. Your age and complacency cost you your victory over Beauregard Blaze-san. And now, your age and stupidity has cost you your victory over The Handsome Half-breed Shadowlove-san at Evolution II. . .”
He reaches into his inside pocket of his newly fresh and crisp custom-made Calvin Klein stark liquid white leather trench-coat with fringe and removes a Blu electronic cigarette starter pack (product placement) and pops a Blu electronic cigarette into his mouth.
“ The King in Yellow has fallen, Jared. You’ve been trying to avoid a bigger asshole than you for over three years when our paths first crossed in that second-rate organization with third rate talent. You were riding high as the third brand name in #BeachKrew when I was thrown into the mix for the very first time in a clusterfuck of a storylined six-on-six match as a greenhorn. I was the last man standing on my team when I took the #BeachKrew beat down. As I recall in that beat down, Aquarius, Beaver, Kemp, and yourself were never much of a determining factor in the end, a Wade Moor and Jonathan Rabid double team turned my name into an overnight brand name legend in my own mind. . .”
He runs his fingers over his very masculine chin and acts like he’s re-adjusting his very strong jawline back into place after being drop kicked by Jared Holmes and Broseidon Punched by Wade, William, Bill, or Billy Moor at Havoc Rumble.
“ Ironic, isn’t it, Jared Holmes-san? Do you remember when your paths crossed once again back into the infinite and beyond? #BeachKrew were doing a number on Casey Holliday at that time when two of the biggest professional wrestling sports entertainment assholes of the world stood eye-to-eye, mano-a-mano, and toe-to-toe in the center of the squared-circle for the very first time. As Wade Moor-san, Jonathan Rabid-san, and then UCI World Champion, Bonnie Blue, were delivering a beat down on Casey Holliday, The Handsome Half-breed Shadowlove-san’s sparkling blue eyes made the then WCF World Champion, Jared Holmes-san, blink, asshole. . .”
He starts puffing and blowing out a series of vapor rings up into the air then flicks the Blu electronic cigarette towards the viewing audience watching at home.
“ Even being an asshole like yourself, Jared, pales in comparison to someone else’s who’s tolerance level for being a true asshole of the world is much higher than your own. This true asshole of the world just called your asshole behavior and asshole lifestyle out at Evolution II. I will prove, once and for all, that I’m a bigger asshole than you are, Jared, by truthfully proving that your asshole of a life isn’t as dramatic as my asshole of a life inside and outside of the squared-circle. Ironically, as I take on more and more of your asshole energy and drain you to the very threshold of death, so much so, that Action Wrestling’s Hierarchy, every velveteen wrestler behind the curtain in the back, and Action Wrestling’s Fandom will like you more and more by blaming me for your mediocre performance. . .”
He knows subconsciously that since he’s already immortal beloved by Action Wrestling’s Hierarchy, every velveteen wrestler behind the curtain in the back, and Action Wrestling’s Fandom, he will prove to Jared that presentation is the only thing that matters in this organization.
“ You’ve gravy-trained on my celebrity in this organization long enough, Jared. I brought this fight to you and you’re still trying to recover from your not so stellar reputation. It’s become apparent that #BeachKrew doesn’t have the tight grip that it once had in this organization. Alexander Pasternak’s the only one that’s gonna save face for #Beachkrew. Wade, William, Bill, or Billy Moor’s about to lose his head to Quixote Della Torre. Ryan Lockhart’s about to be a new chapter in the Book of Michael X, who in turn will be made a footnote by Casey Holliday going All-In. And I, I will be the one that helps you lose support of the Action Wrestling’s Hierarchy, every velveteen wrestler behind the curtain in the back, and Action Wrestling’s Fandom because you can no longer live up to being Hacksaw Jim Thuggin’s achievement-oriented true asshole of the world. . .”
She watches him tilt his head sideways as if studying the Italian Calacatta Marble funeral pyre like a sculpted work of art then grab a handful of his classically masculine and modern mussed, razor-textured, choppy finished dark brown hair.
He scrapes his custom-made Calvin Klein alligator boot along the Italian Calacatta Marble flooring like a brahma bull and runs full-speed towards the funeral pyre.
He lands a running head-butt onto the Italian Calacatta Marble funeral pyre that leaves him spread eagle on Italian Calacatta Marble flooring.
“ What’s really ironic, Jared Holmes-san, you and The Handsome Half-breed Shadowlove-san are two natural born killer professional wrestling sports entertainment business entrepreneurs that have intently studied each other’s strengths and weaknesses in order to make a good impression inside and outside of the squared-circle. If they aren’t getting a huge pop from the Action Wrestling’s Hierarchy, every velveteen wrestler behind the curtain in the back, and Action Wrestling’s Fandom, then the once great Celestial Six God Shark and your favorite and most polarizing modern day charismatic and charming, egotistical, narcissistic, politically incorrect, felicitating, self-righteous, second-generation megalomaniac and most efficient apex predator are more than able to achieve efficiently whatever they have to do during the match by resorting to a very questionable commitment to excellence by having a downright pier-sixer brawl in order to acquire the victory by any means necessary at Evolution II. . .”
He opens one eyelid hoping he sold the running head-butt but his sparkling blue eye sees his sweet and lovely Miyamoto looking down at him while shaking her head in a “Gezzus, gezzus” style gesture.
“ Evolution II will have many stacked matches and rightfully so, Jared. What you see now is your favorite and most polarizing modern day charismatic and charming, egotistical, narcissistic, politically incorrect, felicitating, self-righteous, second-generation megalomaniac and most efficient apex predator gradually developing from something so simple at the start of my professional wrestling sports entertainment business career in the WCF, to be more diversified at the middle of my professional wrestling sports entertainment business career in the UCI and NBW, to becoming one of the more complex personas during my short professional wrestling sports entertainment business career in the history of Action Wrestling. . .”
He rises up like a Phoenix rising from the flames and rubs the middle of his forehead with his fingers, thinking, that’s gonna leave a mark. He tilts his head sideways as if studying the Italian Calacatta Marble funeral pyre like a sculpted work of art once again.
“ Am I supposed to really give a fuck about my family's moral, immoral, and amoral unpredictable condescending confidence and antagonistic arrogance and ruthless manipulative and unscrupulous influential psychological and physiological perfection has quite a very highly questionable and shamelessly unscrupulous meaning of misrepresentation and misunderstanding inside and outside of the squared-circle? I have worked way too hard throughout my professional wrestling sports entertainment business career to build my very powerful inner core strength persona into a very prosperous accomplishment for those certain individuals with mediocre minds coming after me to follow here in this organization to really give a fuck. Is my professional wrestling sports entertainment business career really all that disrespected or even all that hated in this organization?. . .”
He rolls his previously injured right shoulder at the hands of Ryan Lockhart in a circular motion and checks the mobility and flexibility of his shoulder with his left hand the stretches his previously injured right elbow at the hands of Howard Black back in the day and checks for mobility and flexibility.
He delivers a Bionic Elbow onto the Italian Calacatta Marble funeral pyre cracking it perfectly down the center and depreciating its value.
“ This is because people like Jared Holmes can’t stand people like me because I just don’t give a fuck about the creative criticism coming from Action Wrestling’s Hierarchy, every velveteen wrestler behind the curtain in the back, and Action Wrestling’s Fandom. Simply because my family's moral, immoral, and amoral unpredictable condescending confidence and antagonistic arrogance and ruthless manipulative and unscrupulous influential psychological and physiological perfection and my professional wrestling sports entertainment business career brings them closer to their hidden fears of inadequacy and unworthiness. . .”
He slowly looks into the camera at the viewing audience watching at home and double raises his eyebrows with an ice cold psychopathic stare radiating from his sparkling blue eyes as his patented malevolent, tight wolfish, whiplash smile, slowly appears on his lips showing off perfectly white even teeth on his chiseled fighter's face in a “ I have the one thing that every man, woman, and child fears, my sweet and lovely Miyamoto. And I will take you to the one place that everyone fears and deliver upon you, The Dark Gift. You see, The Dark Gift isn't like any other finisher in the sports entertainment business. Oh, no, some people need a handful of finishers in order just to survive inside the squared-circle like Jared Holmes. But why, when all you only need is just ONE. ONE to defeat Jared Holmes. The Dark Gift is that living, breathing omnipotence, omnipresence, omniscience and truly ostentatious indulgence when it takes on a life of its own and simply ends Jared Holmes just like he never even existed at Evolution II” Jake The Snake Roberts flamboyant, stylistic supermodel deus ex machina, shit-eating grin.
She pauses. Then. . .
She looks at the viewing audience at home with her intoxicatingly, incandescent almond shaped green eyes and showing no emotion on her angelic looking face then slices her own throat from her left carotid artery to her right carotid artery with her right index finger and makes an imaginary blood explosion style gesture with her left hand.
Then. . .
She raises her iconic Ray-Ban Wayfarer sunglasses up her perfectly flawless nose on her angelic looking face while hiding her intoxicatingly, incandescent almond shaped green eyes with her middle finger.
A wrought iron gate slowly creaks open, and with Bushidō catlike precision, the silhouette mysteriously vanishes inside. The Mausoleum remained silent, except for the echoing from the clattering of high heeled stilettos, I’m guessing liquid unmellow yellow Jimmy Choo, on the flagstone floor.
With a snap of fingers, a candelabrum partially illuminates the Mausoleum inner-sanctum, leaving a wonderfully unique look inside the surreal beauty within the smoky black and white sanctuary.
The flickering flame of the candelabra cascades down upon the most luminous white and more dramatic gray veining Italian Calacatta Marble funeral pyre.
His sweet and lovely femme fatale temptress, “The Fashionista Sensei” Miss Miyamoto, was standing statuesque with her arms crossed over her chest.
Her raven black hair was pulled back in a French braid showing off her angelic face as she lowers her iconic Ray-Ban Wayfarer sunglasses down her perfectly flawless nose on her angelic looking face, showing off her intoxicating and incandescent almond shaped green eyes.
Her attractively well-proportioned, slim, trim, toned body built for sin was encased in a form-fitting shimmering unmellow yellow super sexy backless halter neck plunge sequin mini dress with a French-cut up the side to her thigh designed by Stella McCartney and liquid unmellow yellow Jimmy Choo stilettos.
Her sweet as honey, harmoniously hypnotizing, smooth as silk, smoky voice radiating through her very luscious and very alluring lips:
“ They’re saying that you’re the greatest professional wrestler in the sports entertainment business whose never held a major AW Championship. . .”
Your favorite and most polarizing modern day charismatic and charming, egotistical, narcissistic, politically incorrect, felicitating, self-righteous, second-generation megalomaniac and most efficient apex predator, “The Handsome Half-breed” Shadowlove, was laughing like Jack Nicholson, was clapping like Heath Ledger, and was laying sprawled out like Jared Leto as The Joker over the top of the Italian Calacatta Marble funeral pyre.
His fingers were interlocked behind his classically masculine and modern mussed, razor-textured, choppy finished dark brown hair was perfect showing off his chiseled fighter's face with an ice cold stare radiating from his sparkling blue eyes.
He was stripped to the waist showing off the upper body of a Greek God, with washboard abs, in a newly fresh and crisp custom-made Calvin Klein stark liquid white leather trench-coat with fringe along with his custom-made Calvin Klein crocodile skinned pants and custom-made Calvin Klein alligator skinned boots crossed at the ankles.
While maintaining his absolutely well-developed buffed-assed heavenly body through poise, position, and audacity while using his underlying primal instinctual animal magnetism oozing God-given laissez-faire attitude and Hollywood Blockbuster Superstar Fashion Model Machismo, he seems to be enjoying the quiet, silent lucidity escapism from the rigmaroles of everyday life in Action Wrestling by fully entrenching himself inside the Kokutan, the so-called black breath that removes all sense of superfluous thoughts and actions within his mind, body, heart, and soul.
His low dusky voice rings out fully, with all the charm and charisma that one can muster, mister, as he gets down to business and starts painting his masterpiece:
“ I reckon so. . .”
She sees the fire burning in his sparkling blue eyes in a predatory manner that still shows how passionate he has become about defending an organization that has always shown bitter resentment and righteous indignation towards everything that is representative in his very own existence.
“ I see that this wannabe savagely cruel and exceedingly brutally primitive and unsophisticated so-called and self-proclaimed barbarian at the gate gaijin, Jared Holmes-san, has returned to our village of the damned with torches in hand. . .”
His sparkling blue eyes seem to focus on flickering flame of the candelabra cascading down upon him knowing that he was about to take hold of the flame.
“ The bizarreness of Jared wanting to take my life can never truly be measured by the cowardessness of Action Wrestling’s Hierarchy, every velveteen wrestler behind the curtain in the back, and Action Wrestling’s Fandom. In trying to manufacture all these numerous rumors and innuendo about my demise that have been greatly exaggerated throughout my professional wrestling sports entertainment business career, I’ve been elevated by the status quo of this establishment as a living and breathing creator and ruler of this organization who’s worshiped by those for having a very powerful influential manipulative essence over the misfortunes of those less fortunate. . .”
She watches him slides off the Italian Calacatta Marble funeral pyre like a snake, creating locomotion through side-to-side movement and rectilinear progression, which allows him to seamlessly walk on his ribcage in what appears to be an optical illusion.
“ Action Wrestling has now become involved in a prolonged, public, and heated disagreement between Jared Holmes-san and The Handsome Half-breed Shadowlove-san regarding the mental and moral distinctive clash between the Celestial Six God Shark and your favorite and most polarizing modern day charismatic and charming, egotistical, narcissistic, politically incorrect, felicitating, self-righteous, second-generation megalomaniac and most efficient apex predator’s perceived need to subjugate and ridicule other individuals inside and outside of the squared-circle deemed to be inferior and unworthy within this organization. . .”
She opens his newly fresh and crisp custom-made Calvin Klein stark liquid white leather trench-coat with fringe as he runs his fingers through his classically masculine and modern mussed, razor-textured, choppy finished dark brown hair, down his neck, over his muscular chest and washboard abs, flicking fake beads of sweat off his fingers towards the camera.
“ This very soon to be violent confrontation originated in the sports entertainment business just over one year ago when I, enriched with a purely volatile and unstable global thermonuclear freedom, based on self-righteous indignation, became an even greater independent private contracting smoke-and-mirror opportunistic adversarial heroic villainous illusionist with an abundance of self-righteous indulgences rising up from the ashes of hellfire and brimstone of Action Wrestling’s Hierarchy, every velveteen wrestler behind the curtain in the back, and Action Wrestling’s Fandom. . .”
She’s mysteriously conjuring up a mystical spell over him just by her mere presence as she takes her proper place against his muscular body and moving very little, never turning her head, or revealing any kind of expression that gives the viewing audience at home a clue as to her innermost thoughts with the exception of a very sharp and penetrating affection and devilishly delicious, malevolent and pleasurable, mischievously smile coming from her very luscious and very alluring lips while caressing his muscular chest with her fingers.
“ I’m going to personally introduce you to my family's moral, immoral, and amoral unpredictable condescending confidence and antagonistic arrogance and ruthless manipulative and unscrupulous influential psychological and physiological perfection, which is without remorse for the misery and the suffering of those definitive stereotypical thoughts and attitudes of a very particular strange and odd character such as yourself, Jared. . .”
He can still see the image of NvL smirking at his sweet and lovely Miyamoto and can still see the image of NvL grabbing the throat of his sweet and lovely Miyamoto and can still see the image of NvL’s handprint still imprinted on the throat of his sweet and lovely Miyamoto in his subconscious mind. His cool, calm, and collected demeanor suddenly turns to an unmitigated and unadulterated terror trip not meant for the weak of heart as the rage and the anger continues festering deep within him.
“ When NvL put his hands on my sweet and lovely Miyamoto, he sent the current state of events in my professional wrestling sports entertainment business career into quite a tailspin, resulting in giving this organization a misleading impression of my seductive handsomeness, and the eventual devastation effect that The Dark Gift will have on you. Action Wrestling’s Hierarchy, every velveteen wrestler behind the curtain in the back, and Action Wrestling’s Fandom will have a front row seat at how Jared Holmes has fallen into a controversial conflict at Evolution II, out of which my very vortex of violence will ultimately be justified without remorse and with extreme prejudice. . .”
He knew that Action Wrestling’s Hierarchy, every velveteen wrestler behind the curtain in the back, and Action Wrestling’s Fandom has chosen him to protect and sustain the ultimate importance and inviolability of Action Wrestling even without having a championship wrapped perfectly around his efficient and effective streamlined waist. But in his mind, he was on seeking vengeance and reciprocity for his sweet and lovely Miyamoto that was never free.
“ Sometimes, just sometimes, Jared Holmes-san, The Handsome Half-breed Shadowlove-san’s full blown no-holds-barred very cold and very calculating psychopathic tendencies can be pulled towards certain individuals like yourself out of curiosity just to see what all the excitement surrounding them is all about, especially when you’re considered to be an unnecessary inconvenience. . .”
She runs her fingers seductively along his chiseled chin and lowers his head so that her intoxicatingly, incandescent almond shaped green eyes meets his occidental sparkling blue eyes in a way that showed a fondness for causing trouble in a very playful way.
“ My vision is perfectly clear, Jared, you haven’t frightened me away because I’m not buying into your bigger-than-life monster image, especially when you’re drawn to my seductive handsomeness like a moth to a flame. I know you operate from having some kind of so-called, self-proclaimed black heart, they say that my heart doesn’t even exist, and you want to come off as being a very insincere and very shallow person even though Action Wrestling’s Hierarchy, every velveteen wrestler behind the curtain in the back, and Action Wrestling’s Fandom have completely fallen under the spell of my seductive handsomeness, even though you’re trying your damnedest into doing and saying all the wrong things. . .”
Some would say, that he was certifiably insanely possessed with an intense long term passion and admiration for his sweet and lovely Miyamoto. And some would say, that she was certifiably insanely possessed with an intense long term passion and admiration for him.
“ When dealing with me inside and outside of the squared-circle, Jared, it’s very, very important for you to understand the very harmful ramifications that I will have on your immune system. While you feel me attacking your immune system, those Action Wrestling Hierarchy, every velveteen wrestler behind the curtain in the back, and Action Wrestling Fandom who don’t consider themselves to be an attentive, sympathetic conscientious observer, will most definitely observe you screaming out knowing that I’m the one causing you your unpleasantness caused by the belief that I’m just as dangerous, and just as likely to cause just as much pain in a very threatening manner as you. . .”
Her very luscious and very alluring lips barely touching his chiseled dimpled cheek as they reach his lips. You can almost feel an aura of seductively handsome cold-hearted psychopathic electricity between the two as they become one with their warm, loving, passionate kiss.
“ You’ll find that you’re completely out of touch with your sense of realities, Jared Holmes-san, mostly because we’re in a culture of the sports entertainment business that completely ignores your emotional responses, especially the negative ones, about your favorite and most polarizing modern day charismatic and charming, egotistical, narcissistic, politically incorrect, felicitating, self-righteous, second-generation megalomaniac and and most efficient apex predator, The Handsome Half-breed Shadowlove-san. . .”
He’s always been goal driven like many others in this organization, which can weaken his achievement oriented behavior, but tends to lead to many great strides in his competitive knowledge within the sports entertainment business.
“ A very insincere and very shallow person such as yourself, Jared, needs someone like myself to help insure the air of inevitability when helping to process your inability to express your genuine feelings about the outcome of your emotional and intellectual depth of everyday life inside and outside of the squared-circle. That unconscious energetic heat coming from the Action Wrestling Hierarchy, every velveteen wrestler behind the curtain in the back, and Action Wrestling Fandom can be extremely hard to break. You were once loved and appreciated in your professional wrestling sports entertainment business career and now you’re just a shell of your former self. . .”
He knew that his achievement oriented ideology can lead to a very big disconnect with the status quo establishment in order to please Action Wrestling’s Hierarchy, every velveteen wrestler behind the curtain in the back, and Action Wrestling’s Fandom.
“ You could’ve had it all, Jared, and you're gonna wish you never re-crossed paths with me. #BeachKrew was running roughshod in that second-rate organization with third-rate talent before we all traveled down to ol’ México and the place had to shut down and went to shit with even shittier talent. "Hacksaw" Jim Thuggin molded and sculpted and played in your shit just long enough for you to become a WCF World Champion. Your WCF World title reign served notice that no matter how much you play in shit, your professional wrestling sports entertainment business career is still just shit. You defeated F.V.P. and dropped the title to a professional perennial loser journeyman like Dion Necurat? Fuck, me. . .”
She reaches into his newly fresh and crisp custom-made Calvin Klein stark liquid white leather trench-coat with fringe and removes a pristine and neatly rolled up copy of the Wall St. Journal and begins twirling it between her fingers like a baton then starts tapping it into the palm of her hand.
“ Command and conquer? Watashi no o shiri. You’re worthless and weak, Jared Holmes-san. Your age and arrogance cost you your victory during the Havoc Rumble. Your age and complacency cost you your victory over Beauregard Blaze-san. And now, your age and stupidity has cost you your victory over The Handsome Half-breed Shadowlove-san at Evolution II. . .”
He reaches into his inside pocket of his newly fresh and crisp custom-made Calvin Klein stark liquid white leather trench-coat with fringe and removes a Blu electronic cigarette starter pack (product placement) and pops a Blu electronic cigarette into his mouth.
“ The King in Yellow has fallen, Jared. You’ve been trying to avoid a bigger asshole than you for over three years when our paths first crossed in that second-rate organization with third rate talent. You were riding high as the third brand name in #BeachKrew when I was thrown into the mix for the very first time in a clusterfuck of a storylined six-on-six match as a greenhorn. I was the last man standing on my team when I took the #BeachKrew beat down. As I recall in that beat down, Aquarius, Beaver, Kemp, and yourself were never much of a determining factor in the end, a Wade Moor and Jonathan Rabid double team turned my name into an overnight brand name legend in my own mind. . .”
He runs his fingers over his very masculine chin and acts like he’s re-adjusting his very strong jawline back into place after being drop kicked by Jared Holmes and Broseidon Punched by Wade, William, Bill, or Billy Moor at Havoc Rumble.
“ Ironic, isn’t it, Jared Holmes-san? Do you remember when your paths crossed once again back into the infinite and beyond? #BeachKrew were doing a number on Casey Holliday at that time when two of the biggest professional wrestling sports entertainment assholes of the world stood eye-to-eye, mano-a-mano, and toe-to-toe in the center of the squared-circle for the very first time. As Wade Moor-san, Jonathan Rabid-san, and then UCI World Champion, Bonnie Blue, were delivering a beat down on Casey Holliday, The Handsome Half-breed Shadowlove-san’s sparkling blue eyes made the then WCF World Champion, Jared Holmes-san, blink, asshole. . .”
He starts puffing and blowing out a series of vapor rings up into the air then flicks the Blu electronic cigarette towards the viewing audience watching at home.
“ Even being an asshole like yourself, Jared, pales in comparison to someone else’s who’s tolerance level for being a true asshole of the world is much higher than your own. This true asshole of the world just called your asshole behavior and asshole lifestyle out at Evolution II. I will prove, once and for all, that I’m a bigger asshole than you are, Jared, by truthfully proving that your asshole of a life isn’t as dramatic as my asshole of a life inside and outside of the squared-circle. Ironically, as I take on more and more of your asshole energy and drain you to the very threshold of death, so much so, that Action Wrestling’s Hierarchy, every velveteen wrestler behind the curtain in the back, and Action Wrestling’s Fandom will like you more and more by blaming me for your mediocre performance. . .”
He knows subconsciously that since he’s already immortal beloved by Action Wrestling’s Hierarchy, every velveteen wrestler behind the curtain in the back, and Action Wrestling’s Fandom, he will prove to Jared that presentation is the only thing that matters in this organization.
“ You’ve gravy-trained on my celebrity in this organization long enough, Jared. I brought this fight to you and you’re still trying to recover from your not so stellar reputation. It’s become apparent that #BeachKrew doesn’t have the tight grip that it once had in this organization. Alexander Pasternak’s the only one that’s gonna save face for #Beachkrew. Wade, William, Bill, or Billy Moor’s about to lose his head to Quixote Della Torre. Ryan Lockhart’s about to be a new chapter in the Book of Michael X, who in turn will be made a footnote by Casey Holliday going All-In. And I, I will be the one that helps you lose support of the Action Wrestling’s Hierarchy, every velveteen wrestler behind the curtain in the back, and Action Wrestling’s Fandom because you can no longer live up to being Hacksaw Jim Thuggin’s achievement-oriented true asshole of the world. . .”
She watches him tilt his head sideways as if studying the Italian Calacatta Marble funeral pyre like a sculpted work of art then grab a handful of his classically masculine and modern mussed, razor-textured, choppy finished dark brown hair.
He scrapes his custom-made Calvin Klein alligator boot along the Italian Calacatta Marble flooring like a brahma bull and runs full-speed towards the funeral pyre.
He lands a running head-butt onto the Italian Calacatta Marble funeral pyre that leaves him spread eagle on Italian Calacatta Marble flooring.
“ What’s really ironic, Jared Holmes-san, you and The Handsome Half-breed Shadowlove-san are two natural born killer professional wrestling sports entertainment business entrepreneurs that have intently studied each other’s strengths and weaknesses in order to make a good impression inside and outside of the squared-circle. If they aren’t getting a huge pop from the Action Wrestling’s Hierarchy, every velveteen wrestler behind the curtain in the back, and Action Wrestling’s Fandom, then the once great Celestial Six God Shark and your favorite and most polarizing modern day charismatic and charming, egotistical, narcissistic, politically incorrect, felicitating, self-righteous, second-generation megalomaniac and most efficient apex predator are more than able to achieve efficiently whatever they have to do during the match by resorting to a very questionable commitment to excellence by having a downright pier-sixer brawl in order to acquire the victory by any means necessary at Evolution II. . .”
He opens one eyelid hoping he sold the running head-butt but his sparkling blue eye sees his sweet and lovely Miyamoto looking down at him while shaking her head in a “Gezzus, gezzus” style gesture.
“ Evolution II will have many stacked matches and rightfully so, Jared. What you see now is your favorite and most polarizing modern day charismatic and charming, egotistical, narcissistic, politically incorrect, felicitating, self-righteous, second-generation megalomaniac and most efficient apex predator gradually developing from something so simple at the start of my professional wrestling sports entertainment business career in the WCF, to be more diversified at the middle of my professional wrestling sports entertainment business career in the UCI and NBW, to becoming one of the more complex personas during my short professional wrestling sports entertainment business career in the history of Action Wrestling. . .”
He rises up like a Phoenix rising from the flames and rubs the middle of his forehead with his fingers, thinking, that’s gonna leave a mark. He tilts his head sideways as if studying the Italian Calacatta Marble funeral pyre like a sculpted work of art once again.
“ Am I supposed to really give a fuck about my family's moral, immoral, and amoral unpredictable condescending confidence and antagonistic arrogance and ruthless manipulative and unscrupulous influential psychological and physiological perfection has quite a very highly questionable and shamelessly unscrupulous meaning of misrepresentation and misunderstanding inside and outside of the squared-circle? I have worked way too hard throughout my professional wrestling sports entertainment business career to build my very powerful inner core strength persona into a very prosperous accomplishment for those certain individuals with mediocre minds coming after me to follow here in this organization to really give a fuck. Is my professional wrestling sports entertainment business career really all that disrespected or even all that hated in this organization?. . .”
He rolls his previously injured right shoulder at the hands of Ryan Lockhart in a circular motion and checks the mobility and flexibility of his shoulder with his left hand the stretches his previously injured right elbow at the hands of Howard Black back in the day and checks for mobility and flexibility.
He delivers a Bionic Elbow onto the Italian Calacatta Marble funeral pyre cracking it perfectly down the center and depreciating its value.
“ This is because people like Jared Holmes can’t stand people like me because I just don’t give a fuck about the creative criticism coming from Action Wrestling’s Hierarchy, every velveteen wrestler behind the curtain in the back, and Action Wrestling’s Fandom. Simply because my family's moral, immoral, and amoral unpredictable condescending confidence and antagonistic arrogance and ruthless manipulative and unscrupulous influential psychological and physiological perfection and my professional wrestling sports entertainment business career brings them closer to their hidden fears of inadequacy and unworthiness. . .”
He slowly looks into the camera at the viewing audience watching at home and double raises his eyebrows with an ice cold psychopathic stare radiating from his sparkling blue eyes as his patented malevolent, tight wolfish, whiplash smile, slowly appears on his lips showing off perfectly white even teeth on his chiseled fighter's face in a “ I have the one thing that every man, woman, and child fears, my sweet and lovely Miyamoto. And I will take you to the one place that everyone fears and deliver upon you, The Dark Gift. You see, The Dark Gift isn't like any other finisher in the sports entertainment business. Oh, no, some people need a handful of finishers in order just to survive inside the squared-circle like Jared Holmes. But why, when all you only need is just ONE. ONE to defeat Jared Holmes. The Dark Gift is that living, breathing omnipotence, omnipresence, omniscience and truly ostentatious indulgence when it takes on a life of its own and simply ends Jared Holmes just like he never even existed at Evolution II” Jake The Snake Roberts flamboyant, stylistic supermodel deus ex machina, shit-eating grin.
She pauses. Then. . .
She looks at the viewing audience at home with her intoxicatingly, incandescent almond shaped green eyes and showing no emotion on her angelic looking face then slices her own throat from her left carotid artery to her right carotid artery with her right index finger and makes an imaginary blood explosion style gesture with her left hand.
Then. . .
She raises her iconic Ray-Ban Wayfarer sunglasses up her perfectly flawless nose on her angelic looking face while hiding her intoxicatingly, incandescent almond shaped green eyes with her middle finger.