Post by Ryan Elias on Sept 18, 2019 15:49:55 GMT -5
666 PRODUCTIONS PRESENTS
IN ASSOCIATION WITH HELLFIRE STUDIOS
AND
LUCIFER MORNINGSTAR ENTERTAINMENT
THE BOOK OF SHADOW!
Starring
Ryan Elias as LoveShadow
and
Susan Ortega as Ms Motomiya
[Scene opens with Loveshadow and Ms. Motomiya shopping on Rodeo Drive in Beverly Hills. Inside the story Loveshadow finds a pair of pants and immediately checks the pricetag.]
LS: Can you believe this garbage, only $4,000 who in their right mind would be caught dead wearing a pair of pants that cost that little? Makes me sad to think about the poverty stricken who have to buy such budget clothes.
MM: I don’t know love-son. No one whom you should be interacting with you.
LS: The fabric is only silk, it’s manifestation destiny is only paramount to is vibracious and precocious yet terribly drim look of distinct tenacity upon it’s predacious point of comeuppance.
MM: Yes what you said Love-son.
[Loveshadow relinquishes the pants and moves along the line of clothes, finding pants that almost appear to be an accordian. He stops, pulls the price tag. A smile crossing his face.]
LS: Ebullient!!!! Just sheer magnanomously brilliant these pants are. $200,000 truly priced for an entrepreneur such as myself, and not the paupers of the world!
MM: Indeed Love-son!
[Loveshadow takes the pants and moves along the racks to the jackets, his hands carressing a soft grey jacket, that he pulls the price tag of and smiles with excitement at.]
LS: My concupiscent for this proficuous attire is most melodramatic and I ceretainly must acquire them saxicolously. This top is priced at $800,000 and will surely be the greatest of all envies creating enigmatic pride amongst the aristocracy!
MM: Oh for sure love-son!
[Love shadow retrieves a matching pair of shoes, and enters the changing room. Where he is for five minutes before exiting to display his new wardrobe to Ms. Motomiya.]
LS: Can you believe this garbage, only $4,000 who in their right mind would be caught dead wearing a pair of pants that cost that little? Makes me sad to think about the poverty stricken who have to buy such budget clothes.
MM: I don’t know love-son. No one whom you should be interacting with you.
LS: The fabric is only silk, it’s manifestation destiny is only paramount to is vibracious and precocious yet terribly drim look of distinct tenacity upon it’s predacious point of comeuppance.
MM: Yes what you said Love-son.
[Loveshadow relinquishes the pants and moves along the line of clothes, finding pants that almost appear to be an accordian. He stops, pulls the price tag. A smile crossing his face.]
LS: Ebullient!!!! Just sheer magnanomously brilliant these pants are. $200,000 truly priced for an entrepreneur such as myself, and not the paupers of the world!
MM: Indeed Love-son!
[Loveshadow takes the pants and moves along the racks to the jackets, his hands carressing a soft grey jacket, that he pulls the price tag of and smiles with excitement at.]
LS: My concupiscent for this proficuous attire is most melodramatic and I ceretainly must acquire them saxicolously. This top is priced at $800,000 and will surely be the greatest of all envies creating enigmatic pride amongst the aristocracy!
MM: Oh for sure love-son!
[Love shadow retrieves a matching pair of shoes, and enters the changing room. Where he is for five minutes before exiting to display his new wardrobe to Ms. Motomiya.]
MM: Just splendid Love-son, you look amazing!
LS: Perfection is all about the clothes, the price tag and nothing more. I am precariously and magnificently more charismatic and tenacious than any other pompous miscreant!
[The scene fades out as Loveshadown pays for the attire and proceeds to wear it out into public!]
Oh hey hello there, how are you doing this wonderful day? Yeah me too, but then what do I really have to complain about? Not a damn thing when it comes down to it. I do have a secret though, there are rumblings, words spoken in hushed tones around the hallways of the AW, they are saying things you wouldn’t expect. Would you like to know the secrets? Well come in closer, closer, get right up here so that I can whisper them into your ear. Ryan Elias opened some eyes, and people are talking about him. I know, who would have thought such a thing was possible?
It’s funny, all you have to do is hit the morons in the head with a giant sledge hammer of truth and they open their eyes. Sad though, because the reality is I am not saying anything now that I wasn’t saying before, the only difference is, well fuck it I don’t give a shit about bitches feelings. Ask TFK just what his thoughts are? Yeah dude was so scared he went and played with puppets, there’s your elite right there boys, making videos for little kids! He never had a clue, maybe he should have used that other beloved kids show!
BLUES CLUES WOULD HAVE BEEN BETTER!
But then failure is as failure does right? We don’t really need to talk about the director anymore, he directed his own loss in a most sad and pathetic of ways last week. Let’s all just give him a round of applause and move on. I’ll wait. Welcome back, from the director, we are going to move onto...hold on, I wrote it down somewhere...wait...oh yeah here it is, I knew I wrote it down somewhere, and how fitting on this piece of toilet paper no less. Ahhhh, Shadowlove, the avenger of his good friend TFK, another member of the…
PINEWOOD ELITE!!!!
Tell me that joke didn’t go over your head? Well shit, you claim to understand what comes out of that pompous assholes mouth when he speaks, and you didn’t even get that joke. Tell you what, why don’t I do everyone a favor and promise to not insult your intelligence with giant ass words that half the people here can’t even pronounce. See there is this common misconception in the world that the size of your word is directly related to your intelligence, and that if you can confuse people with big uncommon words than you are some sort of fucking genious. I got a secret, all it takes is…
A MOTHER FUCKING THESAURUS!!!!
Yep that damn book that you hated when you were in school. This day and age it’s even easier, where kids used to lug around a book, now they use that nifty little tool in their pocket known as a phone and hit the internet. Just type in a word and say thesaurus for word blah blah blah, and guess what, boom big word that you didn’t know, and almost no one else is going to know either!!!! Real fucking hard and a great way to look like a pretentious clown, shit I used a big word sorry, just take that big word out, don’t even need it. So let’s try that again. And a great way to look like a clown!
#WORDSBEHARD!
Yeah bro, sorry I outed your secret to sounding special, get the fuck over it, because you have much more to worry about right now than people seeing you for the fraud that you are. So here is my idea, I want you take an idea that you have, write it down on paper and then cumble that shit up and throw it away. Because it really doesn’t matter what the fuck you have going on in that brain of yours, you are not equipped to handle what is coming your way. Your best bet is to try and find a stand in for you this week, have them come down to the ring and take the beating that you have coming. Jenay said it best in that one move…
RUN FOREST RUN!!!!!!!
While you like TFK will assuredly assume that everything is just false bravado, and a man trying to impose his will upon others, you will find out the hard way that nothing here if false. I am the real deal, bringing with me the real fucking pain that you have so luckily managed to avoid. Don’t worry though Shadow, when I am done with you I will finish what I started, and Make that troll of a man Kidsgrove the final victim in the destruction of THE!
TAKING THE GARBAGE OUT ONE BAG AT A TIME!!!!!
THREE DAYS AGO
We see Ryan Elias enter a JC Penney, he moves for the mens dress wear section and pulls off a few jackets, a couple pants, and walks to the front of the store, pays for them and returns to the van that is parked outside. Susan gives him an inquiring look before half asking and stating. “That didn’t take long.”
“I know my size.” Ryan says as he puts the bag in the back of the van and slams the door, walking off across the lot to a nearby Fudruckers. Susan and her cameraman just watch as Ryan enters the establishment and goes to a table and sits down.
“Excuse me, but um, I don’t know you.” The man across from Ryan says as he sets his burger down.
“Nope, but I know you.” Ryan took the man's soda, removed the lid and straw and sucked down half the drink before setting it back down. “Damn it’s a bit warm out there, and this black suit really doesn’t breathe well.”
“Um…”
“It’s better to not speak if you are just going to make sounds that tell the world you don’t know what to say.” Now Ryan reaches over and takes the man’s burger, taking a bite and chewing slow and deliberate.
“Dude, get your own burger!” The man stands up.
“Sit down.” Ryan says, and the man complies instantly. “Tell me what you are going to do about that neighbor girl of yours?”
“I don’t know what you are talking about?” The man said, his eyes wide betraying his words.
“They all say that, here let me lay it out there for you.” Ryan slid a card to him. “Call her, you have until tomorrow to tell the world the truth.” Ryan winked, stood up, took the man’s soda and burger before walking off.
From the van Susan and the camera man watched as Ryan walked towards them, finishing off the burger and drinking the soda. He entered the van and took a seat in the back. “Expect a great story and phone call.” Susan just nodded as the camera man shifted the car into gear and they drove off.
There is a thought in the back of your head Shadow, one that you don’t want people to know about, but it’s there, I have seen it. You need me, but that scares you, because you know that I am the pitbull that you inadvertently created. It is people like you that necessitate the need for someone like me to exist. Your excess of pride and greed have driven you to the point of no return. Normally I offer an out, a chance to fix the problem, but Shadow for you, I am making a special change to what I do, there is no out, just pain!
YOU ARE WELCOME!!!!!
No really no need to thank me, just understand that I am doing this all out of love, the love of beating you all over the ring in front of all the people who think you are special. Well in a way they are right though, you are special, so special that you need someone else to prop you up, to confirm and then reaffirm what you think. Look around for a second, who the fuck is in my corner? Yep not a damn person, and yet you are rolling around with that chick Kidsgrove, that dog TFK, and then all those other people who spend half the time talking during your promos! I mean are you capable of really handling anything on your own?
#USERSASSEMBLE!
You are like the shitty Captain America, we will call you Captain Blah Blah, cuz when you talk that is all anyone fucking hears...blah blah blah. And then everyone around you slaps your hands and tells you cool story, and that was fucking awesome. Newsflash not a single one of them understands a damn thing you say. They just keep you around so that they can stare at the pretty piece of ass you have following you everywhere you go. Oh shit did Ryan just go there? Um yeah, everyone loves when you leave for two reason, one because you are finally fucking not talking and two.
MIYAMOTO GOT THAT ASS THAT MAKES YA SAY
DAYUM!!!!!!
It’s just sad though, because we all know the truth, we all know who wears the pants! Oh wait was that crossing some sort of metaphorical line? Well here let me draw it back in the sand for you...hahaha...did you look down and hope I would? When will y’all learn that there ain’t shit that can be said to me, ain’t a damn thing you can do that will stop what is coming? It’s like watching a bunch of mentally challenged kids try and wrestle with the idea of if they should eat the glue or not. Did he just call me a dumbass and maybe slightly mentally challenged???
UM YEAH
DO YOU NEED THAT WRITTEN IN CRAYON?
Tell you what, why don’t we do some finger painting if that will make you feel better. I know the use of all those big words have severely drained you both mentally and emotionally, so we can totally have a finger paint off if you want.
#KINDERGARTENJOKE!
OK OK, I am sorry...sorry that I have to be the one to show you that the world just doesn’t fucking like you. You are like that pimple that forms above your lip and in the crease of where your nostril is. A total pain in the ass, that you just can’t fucking hide. Yep, you heard it here, Shadowlove is a fucking pimple, it keeps popping up when you don’t want it, looks unsightly, and just hurts to look at.
TIME TO POP IT AND MOVE ON!!!!!
TWO DAYS AGO
Reporter: This is Susan Ortega with a special interview. I have with me, Hasdow Evol and he has an announcement he would like to make.
HE: Most of you know me as the mastermind behind some of the greatest fashions that you have seen the ELITE of this world wear on a regular basis. I have gotten rich on the excess of morons who think spending copious amounts of money on materialistic things will make them special. I have preyed on those weak minded people from the ELITE, for that I am sorry, but I am mostly sorry, because I have used that money, to fund an underage prostitution ring that may or may have not been visited by many of my clients.
Reporter: Oh my god!!!!
[Susan slaps the taste out of Hasdow’s mouth just as the police arrive.]
HE: I deserve this.
[The police hook up Hasdow and throw him in the back of the squad car.]
Reporter: I will provide you a copy of his confession later today, we just need to make it and bring it to the station.
[The officer just nods at her, before getting into the car and leaving for the Jail.]
Reporter: Well there you have it folks, Hasdow Evol, fashionista to the ELITE, running an underage sex worker operation out of his basement. Many of his clients possibly being involved with the ring, what does all of this mean, and what will be the fall out?
666 PRODUCTIONS PRESENTS
IN ASSOCIATION WITH HELLFIRE STUDIOS
AND
LUCIFER MORNINGSTAR ENTERTAINMENT
THE BOOK OF SHADOW: SEQUELS IN THE DARK!
Starring
Ryan Elias as LoveShadow
and
Susan Ortega as Ms Motomiya
[The scene opens with Love Shadow and Ms. Motomiya shopping for some underwear. They are in a high end store and looking through the racks of different types. Loveshadow pulls a pair off the rack and holds it up.]
LS: My god how utterly fantabulously exquisite this piece is. Made of the shaved pubic hairs of virgin women, and woven into this fine piece of luxurious underwear. I must most desperately and irrefutablely must have them. $100,000, they are but the finest under garments ever made!!!!
MM: Oh no doubt love-son, they are quite undergarments indeed. We must have them!
[Motomiya grabs a pair for herself and the two make their way to the door. There at the counter is a swirly looking old man who takes the pair and smiles.]
Cashier: You are in luck, 95% off, since Hasdow’s arrest we are selling everything for 95% off.
[Both love and MotoMiya look at each other and smile.]
SL: Then my good man, we shall acquire the whole store!
MM: Good idea love-son
SL: hasdow has always been the most gracious of designers to me, giving me all that I could ever want!
MM: Indeed Love-son.
YESTERDAY
We see Ryan Elias moving through a park, his destination the baseball field where the little league team is practicing. The coach is hitting ground balls to the young boys on the field, yelling directions and orders for them. Ryan reached the fence, and appeared to just leap right over it, never touching it, the boy with the ball just dropped it, everyone turning their attention to him.
“Excuse me.” The couch moved for Ryan. “You can’t be here!”
Ignoring him, Ryan took the bat from his hand, grabbed a glove off the ground and pointed to third base. “GO SHAG SOME BALLS!”
Dumbfounded the coach took the glove Ryan tossed him and moved to third base. “What is going on?” He asked as Ryan tossed a ball up and ripped a screaming liner that nailed the coach in his chest, dropping the man.
“Get up! It doesn’t have teeth!” Ryan yelled as the coach got to his feet. Once more Ryan tossed the ball into the air and ripped a screaming liner that careened off the coach’s glove and struck him in the face.
“I think my nose is broken!” The coach yelled.
“GET UP, SHAKE IT OFF!!!!” Ryan yelled as the coach got to his feet, blood pouring from his nose. All of the boys watched as Ryan tossed another ball up and ripped a screaming liner at the coach, many of them could swear they heard the wind of the ball from the other side of the field. The coach tried to catch it, instead taking the ball right to his groin, a loud pop ringing out on the field.
Screams of pain where all that anyone could hear as Ryan dropped the bat and moved for the coach. He knelt down next to him. “Now you can’t hurt anymore kids.” His words were soft and silky smooth as he spoke. Then he stood up and walked away, no other words were spoken, the boys just looked at each other, half of them wearing a big smile on their faces.
I asked myself the other day, what is Shadow going to do different than TFK? There was no answer, not because there can’t be one, but because Shadow like everyone else in the AW lacks the cognitive ability to do anything different. It’s the same thing every week, the same god damn thing. They say the same thing, do the same thing, and act the same way. There is no diversity in a single fucking membef of this roster. So why would Shadow be any different?
DON’T FIX WHAT AIN’T BROKEN
Well news flash, it’s broken, and I am the god damn bull in the china shop wrecking your finely made and well placed china. So while you sit up on your high throne that is being supported by the false sense of importance you have, I will do what I do best, kick one piece of that support out at a time, until you fall to where I am, and then you have no place to run and hide, nothing to shield you from what is coming for you.
I’M BRINGING BITCHES TO MY LEVEL
See when i first got here, I fought with myself, had this inner struggle, wondering if I could measure up to people like you. But things have changed. Two months ago, I would have been scared of getting in that ring, worried about how great you were and how lame I was. Trying to find anyway to convince myself that I was better than you shadow, but the reality is I was always…
BETTER THAN YOU!!!!!
Your fancy ass expensive shit made me think like every other member of this company that you were something special. But then I accepted who I am, and now I see the truth behind all the clothes, all the bravado is a scared little kid trying to live up to the expectations of an overbearing family that expects only greatness. Never have you really ever lived up to them though, no you have failed every time, and yet you change nothing, do nothing, so you can hate on the man I have become, but there is a fundamental difference between you and me.
I ADAPT AND OVERCOME!
Someone once said that the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over expecting a different result. Well Shadow, Merriam Webster just put your picture next to the word, congratulations, you have finally become relevant! Sadly it is all you will be remembered for accomplishing in your career. We have a name for what your career has done…
FAILURE TO LAUNCH!!!!!
Yep your like a rocket sitting on the pad when the ignition switch is flipped and nothing happens. All full of promise, being talked up at every turn. Hopes and dreams are being made, and then the big moment comes, and...nothing, not a damn things, you leave everyone hungering for something more, hoping for something, anything. But you just do the only thing you know how to do…
LET MOTHER FUCKERS DOWN!!!!
I’ll see you in a few days Shadow, I’ll be the one standing over you with his hand raised and there isn’t a damn thing you are capable of doing to stop it. Accept your fate, kiss your loved ones, and tell them that you are sorry, because they know, I know, and deep down inside you know…
YOUR FATE HAS ALREADY BEEN SCRAWLED
YOUR NAME BY THE ACCUSER CALLED
P.S. This is what real perfection looks like, and I bought it at JC PENNEY’s!