Post by Shadowlove on Jun 23, 2018 19:48:25 GMT -5
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North East Okayama Prefecture On The Border Of Hyogo Prefecture, Japan, circa, towards the end of 1996 and the beginning of 1997, around the midnight hour. . .
The sound inside The Hariuddoburondo Ryū Dōjō was akin to the sun rising in the East and the sun setting in the West and resulting in a cutting-edge silent lucidity that was threatening, overpowering, and yet had a sense of subdued tranquility.
A very hypnotizing and very rhythmic heart beating of a very formal, very ceremonial, and very traditional TAIKO DRUMS was forming a sense of life throughout the Ryū Dōjō.
The father of your soon to be future favorite and most polarizing modern day charismatic and charming, egotistical, narcissistic, politically incorrect, felicitating, self-righteous, second-generation megalomaniac and apex predator and family patriarch, The Hollywood Blonde, was laying back on the cast iron balustrade of the indoor grand balcony.
His mass of long blond hair was pulled back into a ponytail showing off a stark white medical bandage along the width of his forehead, ice cold blue eyes, and his world-famous lip snarl on his perfectly tanned chiseled face.
He was dressed in a stark white Giorgio Armani Wall Street Wool and Cashmere Suit, his stark white Salvatore Ferragamo Tonal Gancini Sport Shirt opened at the collar, and a $200 pair of stark white Zimmerli 100% cashmere dress weight over-the-calf socks.
He’s watching his son and the young little Japanese girl, with the most amazing intoxicatingly, incandescent almond shaped green eyes hidden behind his wife's most iconic Ray-Ban Wayfarer sunglasses, sitting Indian-style, the wagon burning way and not the taxi driving way, making no physical movement in the seven-point meditation posture with a stillness of serene authority, most prized by the Japanese, in the center of the padded tatami floor under the star light, star brightness moonlight cascading down through the octagon shaped atrium.
They seemed to be fully entrenched inside the Kokutan, the so-called black breath that removes all sense of superfluous thoughts and actions within their mind, body, heart, and soul.
He spoke with the Voice of God, not "THE GOD", but, a God, was laughing as he preaches a psalm to the choir, as if coming from the bottom of a well:
“ Are you sure about this, my lady?. . .”
The mother of your soon to be future favorite and most polarizing modern day charismatic and charming, egotistical, narcissistic, politically incorrect, felicitating, self-righteous, second-generation megalomaniac and apex predator and family matriarch, Akasha, was sitting with her back straight in her signature “First Lady” slant with her ankles and legs together at an angle showing her modesty on a stark white bleached ergonomically designed wicker chair caressing the fur of an orange tiger-striped Maine coon cat with a not so friendly disposition sleeping on her lap.
The orange tiger-striped Maine coon cat begins to “Soft kitty, warm kitty, little ball of fur! Happy kitty, sleepy kitty, purr purr purr!"
Her sleek bob of salt and pepper sheared pointed ends hair was slicked back behind her ears and a deep middle part with gelled back fringe showing off her white-hot, fiery red-hot, brilliantly passionate grey eyes of the devil, since the young little Japanese girl, with the most amazing intoxicatingly, incandescent almond shaped green eyes liberated her most iconic Ray-Ban Wayfarer sunglasses
Her very slim, classic supermodel-like figure was encased in a shamelessly decadent sheer grey tulle embellished shimmering myriad of geometric crystal pattern cut just above the knee gown designed by Valentino with a pair of Vantablack sheer seamless second skin tights with floral pattern, and three tiny roses embroidered at the back of each ankle designed by Wolford.
Her strong, ethereally supple, combination of sheer vulnerability and powerful voice:
“ You’ve sensed the same powerful and very knowledgeable presence just as much I have my dear. . .”
He was hesitant at first to agree with his wife but he knew she was right.
“ Yes. There's no denying the sense of aura of seductively handsome cold-hearted psychopathic electricity between the two of them. . .”
She looks down at her son and their sweet and lovely young little Japanese girl still sitting Indian-style, the wagon burning way and not the taxi driving way, making no physical movement in the seven-point meditation posture with a stillness of serene authority, most prized by the Japanese, in the center of the padded tatami floor.
They were indeed fully entrenched inside the Kokutan, the so-called black breath that removes all sense of superfluous thoughts and actions within their mind, body, heart, and soul. When was the last time that they even moved?
“ Indeed. The Dark Gift is that living, breathing omnipotence, omnipresence, omniscience and truly ostentatious indulgence when it takes on a life of its own extraordinary strength within our son. . .”
He knew that there will come a time when he passes down his knowledge and his wisdom to the next generation inside and outside of the squared circle.
“ Buckwheat will either simply crash and burn by never even coming close to filling my wrestling boots or he will just simply defy all the creative criticism and the odds against him and rise from the shadows and above the clouds to eclipse my reputation. . .”
She was still mesmerised and hypnotized by the very young little Japanese girl’s very captivating beauty that would one day transform her into a very lethal femme fatale temptress.
“ Our sweet and lovely Miyamoto will be trained to be his guiding light in international business etiquette and diplomatic protocol. She will transform herself into a very mysterious and seductive woman whose allure and charm will ensnare both men and women, often leading them and our son into very compromising, very dangerous, and very deadly situations. . .”
Miyamoto? He knew his wife was the brains in the family and he was the looks in the family. She knew the young little Japanese girl’s real name but there was some kind of bond of secrecy between the two of them that wasn't going to be easily broken anytime soon. The name Miyamoto most definitely serves a prominent purpose in the grand scheme of things, it would very soon be a name of prominence in the ecclesiastical and political affairs of the sports entertainment business.
“ In response to the act of reciprocity for the code of jingi, justice and duty, and the code of giri, burden of obligation, of this very, very interesting business arrangement of course?. . .”
She had guaranteed the safety of the young little Japanese girl and the young little Japanese girl’s mother by placing her burdens of debt related to any retaliation by the Chinese Triad solely on the doorstep of none other than The Hariuddoburondo Conglomerate.
“ But, of course. . .”
The Hariuddoburondo Conglomerate have become a very powerful organized crime family in the legitimate business world of sports entertainment. After all, Hariuddoburondo is Japanese for The Hollywood Blonde. And he has proven himself to be a specialized conglomerate in his own right. Tracing his roots back to wrestling organizations that figuratively and literally wanted his services and also wanted his head served on a silver platter. Black-balled and Blacklisted and Banned in the U.S.A.
He wholeheartedly understood that the sports entertainment business is indeed the circle of life and one of the greatest test of conscious, subconscious knowledge of their sweet and lovely Miyamoto and their son’s own character, feelings, motives, desires, and the fountain of youthful eternal exuberance.
“ The feeling of great pleasure and happiness that flows through our veins flows through our son’s veins with the power, the knowledge, and the wisdom of knowing that the sports entertainment business cannot, will not, exist without our family's legacy of arrogance, lust, and greed. . .”
She knew that there will come a time when their family's legacy of arrogance, lust, and greed will be passed down to his lesser well-known son and his sweet and lovely femme fatale temptress and fashionista sensei.
“ She will become his most experienced and trusted adviser and will guide him to never retreat and to never surrender, especially, when the odds are against him and his future looks grim. . .”
This arrangement was sounding more and more like a marriage planned and agreed to by the families or guardians of the bride and groom, who have little or no say in the matter themselves. He was always the last one to know.
“ Till Death?. . .”
Her strong, ethereally supple, combination of sheer vulnerability and powerful voice sounded as if giving a morbid look into a future eulogy for the dearly departed. A true danse macabre.
“ His death and her death inside and outside of the squared-circle is the greatest victory of all over those who want to bring them down and tell them how to live. . .”
He thought, knowing his family, telling his son and our sweet and lovely Miyamoto anything is a glutton for punishment and will be hazardous to your health.
“ And tell him what he can say and what he shouldn’t say. Tell him what he can do and what he shouldn’t do. . .”
She started rolling a South African Gold Krugerrand between her fingers as a constant reminder of the segregation on the grounds of discrimination that her family has been put through over the years.
“ Those are the people that sell their souls for the simple economics of gold. A fool's gold to wear around their waist that betray their excessive pride of self-confidence. . .”
He takes out a deck of cards. Shuffles the cards. One handed cuts the cards. Fans the cards. Telling his wife to pick a card, any card?
“ They are easily taunted and easily tricked. . .”
She picks a card. The Queen of Hardcore. Puts the card back into the stacked deck. And starts whistling, Dixie.
“ Their wounded pride will take its toll, they will throw their best at our son and our sweet and lovely Miyamoto, hoping their best is willing and able to end the career of the sports entertainment business’ one true hope for reason and justice. . .”
He shuffles the cards. One handed cuts the cards. Fans the cards. Telling his wife to pick a card, any card, once again?
“ They will lose because they took the bait. . .”
She ignores her husband's bait. He scatters the cards. The cards rain down inside the Ryū Dōjō like confetti around their son the their sweet and lovely Miyamoto.
“ Our son and our sweet and lovely Miyamoto will show patience and confidence knowing that even with or even without having those little trinkets of gold around his waist, they have already won and have already started savoring their ultimate victory over those people that have been out to get them. . .”
She watches our sweet and lovely Miyamoto lowering 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 and look at the card.
“ They will flounder around like dead fish not knowing how to handle their knowledge, their wisdom, their power, their influence, and their manipulation over these problematic, confused, weak-minded individuals inside and outside of the squared-circle. . .”
Her intoxicatingly, incandescent almond shaped green eyes meets her occidental her white-hot, fiery red-hot, brilliantly passionate grey eyes of the devil, in a way that showed a fondness for causing trouble in a very playful way. Days of Future, Past?
“ These problematic, confused, weak-minded individuals will underestimate they’re condescending confidence and antagonistic arrogance and ruthlessly manipulative and unscrupulous influential psychological mindset toughness outside of the squared-circle. . .”
He looks down at his son. His son was looking at the scattered cards. His son had a somewhat dazed and confused look on his face. As if, his son has recognized the Southern Belle on the card. Fuck, me.
“ As well as our son’s all-around, well-balanced physiological skillset toughness inside of the squared-circle while oozing his God-given laissez-faire attitude and our Hollywood Blockbuster Superstar Fashion Model Machismo. . .”
With her body language speaking more volume than her words to our sweet and lovely Miyamoto, she snaps her fingers, snapping her son out of his dazed and confused look he had on his face.
“ They’ve no true understanding of the sports entertainment business. . .”
A porcelain skinned Geisha wearing a Shimada-styled nihongami wig and a formal black kimono, with her obi tied in the taiko style, approaches The Hollywood Blonde carrying a polished wooden serving tray with a traditional Cuban Highball Mojito, mixed white rum, sugar cane juice, lime juice, sparkling water, and mint, shaken, not stirred, poured in a Collins glass, and traditionally, formally, and ceremonially bows towards him.
“ Because our son and our sweet and lovely Miyamoto’s legacy in the sports entertainment business will not be measured on how many Championships he wins or loses, but on how representative that they are of our family's moral, immoral, and amoral unpredictable condescending confidence and antagonistic arrogance and ruthlessly manipulative and unscrupulous influential psychological mindset toughness outside of the squared-circle and all-around, well-balanced physiological skillset toughness inside of the squared-circle. . .”
Another porcelain skinned Geisha wearing a Shimada-styled nihongami wig and a formal black kimono, with her obi tied in the taiko style, approaches Akasha carrying a polished wooden serving tray with an earthen cup filled ice cold coconut water poured into a coconut with a little pink umbrella and traditionally, formally, and ceremonially bows towards her.
“ Our family's moral, immoral, and amoral unpredictable condescending confidence and antagonistic arrogance and ruthlessly manipulative and unscrupulous influential psychological mindset toughness outside of the squared-circle and all-around, well-balanced physiological skillset toughness inside of the squared-circle will make our son and our sweet and lovely Miyamoto cruel and oppressive leaders and not some kind of inescapable failure and ridiculously amusing court jester living like a king in a kingdom of false lies and false innuendo from a plague of stupidity in the eyes of the world. . .”
He takes a very healthy swig of the traditional Cuban Highball Mojito shaken, not stirred, poured in a Collins glass with his pinky sticking out swishing the mixed white rum, sugar cane juice, lime juice, sparkling water, and mint in his mouth before swallowing.
“ Once one wins any kind of Championship, the incorruptible become the corrupted and their morality ceases to be the primary representative of whatever endearment value are representative by their actions inside and outside of the squared-circle. . .”
She looks at her husband holding the Collins with his pinky sticking out. Geezus, geezus. She takes a very healthy sip from his the ice cold coconut water poured into a coconut with a little pink umbrella, that is a very rich source of potassium, manganese, magnesium, folate, calcium, selenium that is very beneficial to the human body and does her body good.
“ Our son and our sweet and lovely Miyamoto will never rest on their laurels and slow down once they have achieved a sufficient comfort level with any kind of Championship. They will strive even harder to earn the approval over whatever organization, whatever fellow associates, or whatever fan base are representative of earning their honor and earning their respect and their loyalty as one of the hardest working individuals in the sports entertainment business in their eyes. That is how you conquer the world. . .”
He steepled his fingers in some archaic form of benediction near his face as some deep dark connotation of contemplation washes over him at the thought of conquering not only the world but the sports entertainment business. He looks at his son and our sweet and lovely Miyamoto rubbing his hands together as a villainous smooth criminal mastermind would do as if saying all things are going as planned.
“ Our son and our sweet and lovely Miyamoto will indeed have the proper understanding of the code of jingi, justice and duty, and the code of giri, burden of obligation, showing undying honor, respect, and loyalty when it comes to being representative of our family's moral, immoral, and amoral unpredictable condescending confidence and antagonistic arrogance and ruthless manipulative and unscrupulous influential psychological and physiological perfection in the sports entertainment business. . .”
She watches her personal assistant, Miss Kobayashi, approaching her from the cast iron spiral staircase of the Ryū Dōjō. Her reddish-brown hair was pulled back in a French braid showing off her angelic face and she had the same intoxicatingly, incandescent almond shaped green eyes of our sweet and lovely Miyamoto.
“ There will always be certain individuals that will threaten their life and threaten their career. . .”
He too notices the very striking resemblance between our sweet and lovely Miyamoto and Miss Kobayashi. She was wearing a form-fitting custom-made crimson red Giorgio Armani business suit and was barefoot as was the custom when inside of the Ryū Dōjō. An older sister, perhaps? Or, even perhaps, her mother?
“ These certain individuals think that these veiled, menacing, idle threats are supposed to be an act of intimidation. . .”
Her personal assistant, Miss Kobayashi, handed her a custom-made rich Corinthian leather personalized executive portfolio folder.
“ But they only serve notice as an act of laughability that only brings out their jealousy, their insecurities, and serves notice that our son and our sweet and lovely Miyamoto’s aesthetic seductive handsome pandemic has dangerously and unpleasantly infested into the psyche of these certain individuals. . .”
He knew that there was that extra special something, something special about his wife knowing even though that there was always some kind of threat assessment against her family, she too has become more and more entrenched inside the Kokutan, the so-called black breath that has emptied her mind, body, heart, and soul of any superfluous thoughts and actions, and was always business orientated.
“ And in an infectious way by showing that the louder they talk and the louder they threaten, their most subtle intimidations are just merely meaningless words only to be found written in a fortune cookie. . .”
She starts shuffling through the paperwork inside the custom-made rich Corinthian leather personalized executive portfolio folder. Scribbles something down with a Mont Blanc pen.
“ These certain individuals will make a declaration through very meaningless minor skirmishes as an act of war when trying to run roughshod and vying to gain control over an organization. . .”
He reaches inside his stark custom-made stark white Giorgio Armani Wall Street Wool and Cashmere Sport Jacket and pulls out a Heinz 9 Gram Portion Ketchup Packet and smears the ketchup all over his face. And signifying, War Paint.
“ On one side there will always be a plague of stupidity and his band of intelligently ineptitude minions, and breaking through on the other side, there will be a band of intelligent brilliance responsible for the security of the legacy of said organization. . .”
It was like he was overcome by a plague of stupidity of his own, as if he was some kind of pawn being injected by an overused hypodermic needle from a Bishop on a chess board looking at him crooked in his ice cold blue eyes.
“ And then there will be one very “shadowy” character and one very sweet and lovely femme fatale temptress whose psychopathic and sociopathic tendencies standing knee deep in the blood, vomit, popcorn, and the beer, right smack dab in the middle watching and waiting for the right opportunistic moment from the shadows. . .”
Her occidental her white-hot, fiery red-hot, brilliantly passionate grey eyes of the devil looks at the viewing audience watching at home, licks her index finger, smiles, and starts shuffling through the paperwork inside the custom-made rich Corinthian leather personalized executive portfolio folder once again. Scribbles something down with a Mont Blanc pen. She slaps the custom-made rich Corinthian leather personalized executive portfolio folder shut in one loud thunderous sound that echoed throughout the Ryū Dōjō.
Awkward Pauses.
Then watches her personal assistant, Miss Kobayashi, disappearing down from the cast iron spiral staircase of the Ryū Dōjō with the custom-made rich Corinthian leather personalized executive portfolio folder in hand.
“ Then and only then, when the right opportunistic moment has emerged from the shadows and becomes apparent, The Handsome Half-breed Shadowlove and our sweet and lovely Miss Miyamoto will seize the day as children of the night. And become almost famous by the misfortune of others, but their primal tribalism will become to much for those to bear. That The Handsome Half-breed Shadowlove and our sweet and lovely Miyamoto’s celebrity star power will shinedown without remorse and with extreme prejudice on a highly infamous and shameful walk to fame and fortune. . .”
Your soon to be future favorite and most polarizing modern day charismatic and charming, egotistical, narcissistic, politically incorrect, felicitating, self-righteous, second-generation megalomaniac and apex predator begins sliding over the traditional tatami mat flooring, well 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, towards our sweet and lovely Miyamoto. Rikki-Tikki-Tavi.
His classically masculine and modern mussed, razor-textured, choppy finished dark brown hair was perfect showing off his chiseled baby face with an ice cold stare radiating from his sparkling blue eyes.
He was stripped to the waist showing off his not quite just yet upper body of a Greek God, with barely showing washboard abs, in his junior sized custom-made Calvin Klein crocodile skinned pants and was barefoot as was the custom when inside of the Ryū Dōjō.
He slowly raises his head in super slow motion and looks into the camera at the viewing audience watching at home then 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 appearing on his lips showing off perfectly white even teeth on his chiseled baby face in a “ And yet you all will say, why shouldn't the son suffer for the iniquity of the father? Since the son has done what is just and right and has been careful to observe all his statutes, so that he shall surely live. The soul who sins is the one who shall die. The son shall not suffer for the iniquity of the father, nor the father suffer for the iniquity of the son. The righteousness of the righteous shall be credited to them, and the wickedness of the wicked will be charged against them. . ." Ezekiel 18:19-20 flamboyant, stylistic supermodel deus ex machina, shit-eating grin.
Our sweet and lovely Miyamoto’s slim, trim, toned petite body not quite yet built for sin was encased in a form-fitting fluorescent bright yellow one-piece waterproof jumpsuit with a Vantablack stripe going down the length of the arms and legs and and was barefoot as was the custom when inside of the Ryū Dōjō.
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.
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North East Okayama Prefecture On The Border Of Hyogo Prefecture, Japan, circa, towards the end of 1996 and the beginning of 1997, around the midnight hour. . .
The sound inside The Hariuddoburondo Ryū Dōjō was akin to the sun rising in the East and the sun setting in the West and resulting in a cutting-edge silent lucidity that was threatening, overpowering, and yet had a sense of subdued tranquility.
A very hypnotizing and very rhythmic heart beating of a very formal, very ceremonial, and very traditional TAIKO DRUMS was forming a sense of life throughout the Ryū Dōjō.
The father of your soon to be future favorite and most polarizing modern day charismatic and charming, egotistical, narcissistic, politically incorrect, felicitating, self-righteous, second-generation megalomaniac and apex predator and family patriarch, The Hollywood Blonde, was laying back on the cast iron balustrade of the indoor grand balcony.
His mass of long blond hair was pulled back into a ponytail showing off a stark white medical bandage along the width of his forehead, ice cold blue eyes, and his world-famous lip snarl on his perfectly tanned chiseled face.
He was dressed in a stark white Giorgio Armani Wall Street Wool and Cashmere Suit, his stark white Salvatore Ferragamo Tonal Gancini Sport Shirt opened at the collar, and a $200 pair of stark white Zimmerli 100% cashmere dress weight over-the-calf socks.
He’s watching his son and the young little Japanese girl, with the most amazing intoxicatingly, incandescent almond shaped green eyes hidden behind his wife's most iconic Ray-Ban Wayfarer sunglasses, sitting Indian-style, the wagon burning way and not the taxi driving way, making no physical movement in the seven-point meditation posture with a stillness of serene authority, most prized by the Japanese, in the center of the padded tatami floor under the star light, star brightness moonlight cascading down through the octagon shaped atrium.
They seemed to be fully entrenched inside the Kokutan, the so-called black breath that removes all sense of superfluous thoughts and actions within their mind, body, heart, and soul.
He spoke with the Voice of God, not "THE GOD", but, a God, was laughing as he preaches a psalm to the choir, as if coming from the bottom of a well:
“ Are you sure about this, my lady?. . .”
The mother of your soon to be future favorite and most polarizing modern day charismatic and charming, egotistical, narcissistic, politically incorrect, felicitating, self-righteous, second-generation megalomaniac and apex predator and family matriarch, Akasha, was sitting with her back straight in her signature “First Lady” slant with her ankles and legs together at an angle showing her modesty on a stark white bleached ergonomically designed wicker chair caressing the fur of an orange tiger-striped Maine coon cat with a not so friendly disposition sleeping on her lap.
The orange tiger-striped Maine coon cat begins to “Soft kitty, warm kitty, little ball of fur! Happy kitty, sleepy kitty, purr purr purr!"
Her sleek bob of salt and pepper sheared pointed ends hair was slicked back behind her ears and a deep middle part with gelled back fringe showing off her white-hot, fiery red-hot, brilliantly passionate grey eyes of the devil, since the young little Japanese girl, with the most amazing intoxicatingly, incandescent almond shaped green eyes liberated her most iconic Ray-Ban Wayfarer sunglasses
Her very slim, classic supermodel-like figure was encased in a shamelessly decadent sheer grey tulle embellished shimmering myriad of geometric crystal pattern cut just above the knee gown designed by Valentino with a pair of Vantablack sheer seamless second skin tights with floral pattern, and three tiny roses embroidered at the back of each ankle designed by Wolford.
Her strong, ethereally supple, combination of sheer vulnerability and powerful voice:
“ You’ve sensed the same powerful and very knowledgeable presence just as much I have my dear. . .”
He was hesitant at first to agree with his wife but he knew she was right.
“ Yes. There's no denying the sense of aura of seductively handsome cold-hearted psychopathic electricity between the two of them. . .”
She looks down at her son and their sweet and lovely young little Japanese girl still sitting Indian-style, the wagon burning way and not the taxi driving way, making no physical movement in the seven-point meditation posture with a stillness of serene authority, most prized by the Japanese, in the center of the padded tatami floor.
They were indeed fully entrenched inside the Kokutan, the so-called black breath that removes all sense of superfluous thoughts and actions within their mind, body, heart, and soul. When was the last time that they even moved?
“ Indeed. The Dark Gift is that living, breathing omnipotence, omnipresence, omniscience and truly ostentatious indulgence when it takes on a life of its own extraordinary strength within our son. . .”
He knew that there will come a time when he passes down his knowledge and his wisdom to the next generation inside and outside of the squared circle.
“ Buckwheat will either simply crash and burn by never even coming close to filling my wrestling boots or he will just simply defy all the creative criticism and the odds against him and rise from the shadows and above the clouds to eclipse my reputation. . .”
She was still mesmerised and hypnotized by the very young little Japanese girl’s very captivating beauty that would one day transform her into a very lethal femme fatale temptress.
“ Our sweet and lovely Miyamoto will be trained to be his guiding light in international business etiquette and diplomatic protocol. She will transform herself into a very mysterious and seductive woman whose allure and charm will ensnare both men and women, often leading them and our son into very compromising, very dangerous, and very deadly situations. . .”
Miyamoto? He knew his wife was the brains in the family and he was the looks in the family. She knew the young little Japanese girl’s real name but there was some kind of bond of secrecy between the two of them that wasn't going to be easily broken anytime soon. The name Miyamoto most definitely serves a prominent purpose in the grand scheme of things, it would very soon be a name of prominence in the ecclesiastical and political affairs of the sports entertainment business.
“ In response to the act of reciprocity for the code of jingi, justice and duty, and the code of giri, burden of obligation, of this very, very interesting business arrangement of course?. . .”
She had guaranteed the safety of the young little Japanese girl and the young little Japanese girl’s mother by placing her burdens of debt related to any retaliation by the Chinese Triad solely on the doorstep of none other than The Hariuddoburondo Conglomerate.
“ But, of course. . .”
The Hariuddoburondo Conglomerate have become a very powerful organized crime family in the legitimate business world of sports entertainment. After all, Hariuddoburondo is Japanese for The Hollywood Blonde. And he has proven himself to be a specialized conglomerate in his own right. Tracing his roots back to wrestling organizations that figuratively and literally wanted his services and also wanted his head served on a silver platter. Black-balled and Blacklisted and Banned in the U.S.A.
He wholeheartedly understood that the sports entertainment business is indeed the circle of life and one of the greatest test of conscious, subconscious knowledge of their sweet and lovely Miyamoto and their son’s own character, feelings, motives, desires, and the fountain of youthful eternal exuberance.
“ The feeling of great pleasure and happiness that flows through our veins flows through our son’s veins with the power, the knowledge, and the wisdom of knowing that the sports entertainment business cannot, will not, exist without our family's legacy of arrogance, lust, and greed. . .”
She knew that there will come a time when their family's legacy of arrogance, lust, and greed will be passed down to his lesser well-known son and his sweet and lovely femme fatale temptress and fashionista sensei.
“ She will become his most experienced and trusted adviser and will guide him to never retreat and to never surrender, especially, when the odds are against him and his future looks grim. . .”
This arrangement was sounding more and more like a marriage planned and agreed to by the families or guardians of the bride and groom, who have little or no say in the matter themselves. He was always the last one to know.
“ Till Death?. . .”
Her strong, ethereally supple, combination of sheer vulnerability and powerful voice sounded as if giving a morbid look into a future eulogy for the dearly departed. A true danse macabre.
“ His death and her death inside and outside of the squared-circle is the greatest victory of all over those who want to bring them down and tell them how to live. . .”
He thought, knowing his family, telling his son and our sweet and lovely Miyamoto anything is a glutton for punishment and will be hazardous to your health.
“ And tell him what he can say and what he shouldn’t say. Tell him what he can do and what he shouldn’t do. . .”
She started rolling a South African Gold Krugerrand between her fingers as a constant reminder of the segregation on the grounds of discrimination that her family has been put through over the years.
“ Those are the people that sell their souls for the simple economics of gold. A fool's gold to wear around their waist that betray their excessive pride of self-confidence. . .”
He takes out a deck of cards. Shuffles the cards. One handed cuts the cards. Fans the cards. Telling his wife to pick a card, any card?
“ They are easily taunted and easily tricked. . .”
She picks a card. The Queen of Hardcore. Puts the card back into the stacked deck. And starts whistling, Dixie.
“ Their wounded pride will take its toll, they will throw their best at our son and our sweet and lovely Miyamoto, hoping their best is willing and able to end the career of the sports entertainment business’ one true hope for reason and justice. . .”
He shuffles the cards. One handed cuts the cards. Fans the cards. Telling his wife to pick a card, any card, once again?
“ They will lose because they took the bait. . .”
She ignores her husband's bait. He scatters the cards. The cards rain down inside the Ryū Dōjō like confetti around their son the their sweet and lovely Miyamoto.
“ Our son and our sweet and lovely Miyamoto will show patience and confidence knowing that even with or even without having those little trinkets of gold around his waist, they have already won and have already started savoring their ultimate victory over those people that have been out to get them. . .”
She watches our sweet and lovely Miyamoto lowering 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 and look at the card.
“ They will flounder around like dead fish not knowing how to handle their knowledge, their wisdom, their power, their influence, and their manipulation over these problematic, confused, weak-minded individuals inside and outside of the squared-circle. . .”
Her intoxicatingly, incandescent almond shaped green eyes meets her occidental her white-hot, fiery red-hot, brilliantly passionate grey eyes of the devil, in a way that showed a fondness for causing trouble in a very playful way. Days of Future, Past?
“ These problematic, confused, weak-minded individuals will underestimate they’re condescending confidence and antagonistic arrogance and ruthlessly manipulative and unscrupulous influential psychological mindset toughness outside of the squared-circle. . .”
He looks down at his son. His son was looking at the scattered cards. His son had a somewhat dazed and confused look on his face. As if, his son has recognized the Southern Belle on the card. Fuck, me.
“ As well as our son’s all-around, well-balanced physiological skillset toughness inside of the squared-circle while oozing his God-given laissez-faire attitude and our Hollywood Blockbuster Superstar Fashion Model Machismo. . .”
With her body language speaking more volume than her words to our sweet and lovely Miyamoto, she snaps her fingers, snapping her son out of his dazed and confused look he had on his face.
“ They’ve no true understanding of the sports entertainment business. . .”
A porcelain skinned Geisha wearing a Shimada-styled nihongami wig and a formal black kimono, with her obi tied in the taiko style, approaches The Hollywood Blonde carrying a polished wooden serving tray with a traditional Cuban Highball Mojito, mixed white rum, sugar cane juice, lime juice, sparkling water, and mint, shaken, not stirred, poured in a Collins glass, and traditionally, formally, and ceremonially bows towards him.
“ Because our son and our sweet and lovely Miyamoto’s legacy in the sports entertainment business will not be measured on how many Championships he wins or loses, but on how representative that they are of our family's moral, immoral, and amoral unpredictable condescending confidence and antagonistic arrogance and ruthlessly manipulative and unscrupulous influential psychological mindset toughness outside of the squared-circle and all-around, well-balanced physiological skillset toughness inside of the squared-circle. . .”
Another porcelain skinned Geisha wearing a Shimada-styled nihongami wig and a formal black kimono, with her obi tied in the taiko style, approaches Akasha carrying a polished wooden serving tray with an earthen cup filled ice cold coconut water poured into a coconut with a little pink umbrella and traditionally, formally, and ceremonially bows towards her.
“ Our family's moral, immoral, and amoral unpredictable condescending confidence and antagonistic arrogance and ruthlessly manipulative and unscrupulous influential psychological mindset toughness outside of the squared-circle and all-around, well-balanced physiological skillset toughness inside of the squared-circle will make our son and our sweet and lovely Miyamoto cruel and oppressive leaders and not some kind of inescapable failure and ridiculously amusing court jester living like a king in a kingdom of false lies and false innuendo from a plague of stupidity in the eyes of the world. . .”
He takes a very healthy swig of the traditional Cuban Highball Mojito shaken, not stirred, poured in a Collins glass with his pinky sticking out swishing the mixed white rum, sugar cane juice, lime juice, sparkling water, and mint in his mouth before swallowing.
“ Once one wins any kind of Championship, the incorruptible become the corrupted and their morality ceases to be the primary representative of whatever endearment value are representative by their actions inside and outside of the squared-circle. . .”
She looks at her husband holding the Collins with his pinky sticking out. Geezus, geezus. She takes a very healthy sip from his the ice cold coconut water poured into a coconut with a little pink umbrella, that is a very rich source of potassium, manganese, magnesium, folate, calcium, selenium that is very beneficial to the human body and does her body good.
“ Our son and our sweet and lovely Miyamoto will never rest on their laurels and slow down once they have achieved a sufficient comfort level with any kind of Championship. They will strive even harder to earn the approval over whatever organization, whatever fellow associates, or whatever fan base are representative of earning their honor and earning their respect and their loyalty as one of the hardest working individuals in the sports entertainment business in their eyes. That is how you conquer the world. . .”
He steepled his fingers in some archaic form of benediction near his face as some deep dark connotation of contemplation washes over him at the thought of conquering not only the world but the sports entertainment business. He looks at his son and our sweet and lovely Miyamoto rubbing his hands together as a villainous smooth criminal mastermind would do as if saying all things are going as planned.
“ Our son and our sweet and lovely Miyamoto will indeed have the proper understanding of the code of jingi, justice and duty, and the code of giri, burden of obligation, showing undying honor, respect, and loyalty when it comes to being representative of our family's moral, immoral, and amoral unpredictable condescending confidence and antagonistic arrogance and ruthless manipulative and unscrupulous influential psychological and physiological perfection in the sports entertainment business. . .”
She watches her personal assistant, Miss Kobayashi, approaching her from the cast iron spiral staircase of the Ryū Dōjō. Her reddish-brown hair was pulled back in a French braid showing off her angelic face and she had the same intoxicatingly, incandescent almond shaped green eyes of our sweet and lovely Miyamoto.
“ There will always be certain individuals that will threaten their life and threaten their career. . .”
He too notices the very striking resemblance between our sweet and lovely Miyamoto and Miss Kobayashi. She was wearing a form-fitting custom-made crimson red Giorgio Armani business suit and was barefoot as was the custom when inside of the Ryū Dōjō. An older sister, perhaps? Or, even perhaps, her mother?
“ These certain individuals think that these veiled, menacing, idle threats are supposed to be an act of intimidation. . .”
Her personal assistant, Miss Kobayashi, handed her a custom-made rich Corinthian leather personalized executive portfolio folder.
“ But they only serve notice as an act of laughability that only brings out their jealousy, their insecurities, and serves notice that our son and our sweet and lovely Miyamoto’s aesthetic seductive handsome pandemic has dangerously and unpleasantly infested into the psyche of these certain individuals. . .”
He knew that there was that extra special something, something special about his wife knowing even though that there was always some kind of threat assessment against her family, she too has become more and more entrenched inside the Kokutan, the so-called black breath that has emptied her mind, body, heart, and soul of any superfluous thoughts and actions, and was always business orientated.
“ And in an infectious way by showing that the louder they talk and the louder they threaten, their most subtle intimidations are just merely meaningless words only to be found written in a fortune cookie. . .”
She starts shuffling through the paperwork inside the custom-made rich Corinthian leather personalized executive portfolio folder. Scribbles something down with a Mont Blanc pen.
“ These certain individuals will make a declaration through very meaningless minor skirmishes as an act of war when trying to run roughshod and vying to gain control over an organization. . .”
He reaches inside his stark custom-made stark white Giorgio Armani Wall Street Wool and Cashmere Sport Jacket and pulls out a Heinz 9 Gram Portion Ketchup Packet and smears the ketchup all over his face. And signifying, War Paint.
“ On one side there will always be a plague of stupidity and his band of intelligently ineptitude minions, and breaking through on the other side, there will be a band of intelligent brilliance responsible for the security of the legacy of said organization. . .”
It was like he was overcome by a plague of stupidity of his own, as if he was some kind of pawn being injected by an overused hypodermic needle from a Bishop on a chess board looking at him crooked in his ice cold blue eyes.
“ And then there will be one very “shadowy” character and one very sweet and lovely femme fatale temptress whose psychopathic and sociopathic tendencies standing knee deep in the blood, vomit, popcorn, and the beer, right smack dab in the middle watching and waiting for the right opportunistic moment from the shadows. . .”
Her occidental her white-hot, fiery red-hot, brilliantly passionate grey eyes of the devil looks at the viewing audience watching at home, licks her index finger, smiles, and starts shuffling through the paperwork inside the custom-made rich Corinthian leather personalized executive portfolio folder once again. Scribbles something down with a Mont Blanc pen. She slaps the custom-made rich Corinthian leather personalized executive portfolio folder shut in one loud thunderous sound that echoed throughout the Ryū Dōjō.
Awkward Pauses.
Then watches her personal assistant, Miss Kobayashi, disappearing down from the cast iron spiral staircase of the Ryū Dōjō with the custom-made rich Corinthian leather personalized executive portfolio folder in hand.
“ Then and only then, when the right opportunistic moment has emerged from the shadows and becomes apparent, The Handsome Half-breed Shadowlove and our sweet and lovely Miss Miyamoto will seize the day as children of the night. And become almost famous by the misfortune of others, but their primal tribalism will become to much for those to bear. That The Handsome Half-breed Shadowlove and our sweet and lovely Miyamoto’s celebrity star power will shinedown without remorse and with extreme prejudice on a highly infamous and shameful walk to fame and fortune. . .”
Your soon to be future favorite and most polarizing modern day charismatic and charming, egotistical, narcissistic, politically incorrect, felicitating, self-righteous, second-generation megalomaniac and apex predator begins sliding over the traditional tatami mat flooring, well 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, towards our sweet and lovely Miyamoto. Rikki-Tikki-Tavi.
His classically masculine and modern mussed, razor-textured, choppy finished dark brown hair was perfect showing off his chiseled baby face with an ice cold stare radiating from his sparkling blue eyes.
He was stripped to the waist showing off his not quite just yet upper body of a Greek God, with barely showing washboard abs, in his junior sized custom-made Calvin Klein crocodile skinned pants and was barefoot as was the custom when inside of the Ryū Dōjō.
He slowly raises his head in super slow motion and looks into the camera at the viewing audience watching at home then 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 appearing on his lips showing off perfectly white even teeth on his chiseled baby face in a “ And yet you all will say, why shouldn't the son suffer for the iniquity of the father? Since the son has done what is just and right and has been careful to observe all his statutes, so that he shall surely live. The soul who sins is the one who shall die. The son shall not suffer for the iniquity of the father, nor the father suffer for the iniquity of the son. The righteousness of the righteous shall be credited to them, and the wickedness of the wicked will be charged against them. . ." Ezekiel 18:19-20 flamboyant, stylistic supermodel deus ex machina, shit-eating grin.
Our sweet and lovely Miyamoto’s slim, trim, toned petite body not quite yet built for sin was encased in a form-fitting fluorescent bright yellow one-piece waterproof jumpsuit with a Vantablack stripe going down the length of the arms and legs and and was barefoot as was the custom when inside of the Ryū Dōjō.
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.
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