Aftermath Turmoil of Section A, Row 1, Seat 1&2 (1999 words)
Dec 3, 2023 0:51:54 GMT -5
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Post by Shadowlove on Dec 3, 2023 0:51:54 GMT -5
“SHARP DRESSED MAN” by ZZ TOP was playing within SoFi because of one good looking death defying cold and calculating, cold-hearted of a man, with a one helluva master plan, man…
Your favorite and most polarizing modern day charismatic and charming, egotistical, felicitating, narcissistic, politically incorrect, self-righteous, vainglorious, second-generation megalomaniac and most effective and efficient apex predator, “The Handsome Half-breed” Shadowlove, was sitting back relaxing with his legs propped up and crossed at the ankles on one of the security barriers in front of him inside SOFI Stadium sometime around the midnight hour and sometime after his surprise guest appearance on AW’s Turmoil Pay-per-view in Section A, Row 1, Seat 1.
He was styling and profiling in a custom-made liquid stark white Calvin Klein Athletic Fit Stretch Suit with a custom made stark white Calvin Klein dress shirt, with epaulet decorations on the shoulders. The dress shirt was unbuttoned of course showing off what many would only describe as the muscular upper body of a Greek God, with what should only be described, with his patented washboard 8 pack abdomen designed for special formal occasions and special tactical main events.
His five fingers of death times two were interlocked behind his head thru his classically masculine and modern mussed, razor-textured, choppy finished dark brown hair, now turning a little distinguished salt and pepper George Clooney-esque, showing off his aged-to-perfection chiseled fighter's face with his sparkling blue eyes hidden behind a custom-made pair of carbon and tungsten 129/250 C6 Irid Polar Oakley sunglasses. The smell of vomit, popcorn, and beer still lingering prevalent in the air tonight inside SoFi.
“ Well, whaddya think?…”
His sweet and lovely Miyamoto was sitting Indian-style, the wagon burning way and not the taxi driving way, next to him in Section A, Row 1, Seat 2. Her raven black hair was pulled back in a French braid showing off her angelic face as she lowered her iconic Ray-Ban Wayfarer sunglasses on her perfectly flawless nose showing off her intoxicating incandescent almond shaped green eyes.
“ Stylish. Completely stylish. But you’re still fucked. Missing a week is one thing. Missing a whole year is quite another thing. But missing two and a half years?…”
Her attractive and well-proportioned, slim, trim, toned body built for sin was encased in a form-fitting fluorescent unmellow yellow Mandarin sequin dress with a French-cut up the side to her thigh designed by Stella McCartney and fluorescent unmellow yellow Jimmy Choo & Jean Paul Gaultier designed Over The Knee Stiletto Boots.
Shadow leans over taking her angelic face into his hands, tilts her head sideways and softly kisses her very luscious and very alluring lips.
“ You of all people should know that I’m still in my prime, babe. Besides, it looked like Downfall has a guardian angel still watching over him…”
She bites down hard on his lower lip.
“ A guardian angel with the sparkling blue eyes of the devil. Who exactly assigned you to protect the new AW World Heavyweight Champion Downfall-san anyways?…”
They already knew that the answer to that question was AW’s Hierarchy, every velveteen wrestler behind the curtain in the back, and AW’s Fandom. Thank me later, Downfall!
“ Uprising. August 13, 2018. The first ever All-in Ladder Match. The same guardian angel saves then new AW World Heavyweight Champion Wade Moor from Ryan Lockhart…”
She knew that Shadow and Ryan Lockhart turned their first encounter into something quite special in AW.
“ Deja-vu, all over again. I reckon. But you seemed to have picked up a new guardian angel at the end of Turmoil as well…”
He started laughing to himself and noticed a couple celebrities were still basking with excitement after the Turmoil Pay-Per-View and heard all the rumors about Section A, Row 1, Seat 1 & 2. And noticing if it was true or not. It was really, really true. OMFG! Shadowlove and Miss Miyamoto were back in AW. There goes the neighborhood.
“ And dropped him like a bad habit. Gerard, Gerard, Gerard, the Hollywood critics have spoken and you’re just too high strung for the part of The Face Of The Franchise of AW for your own good. Come on. Come on. Come on. Hit me with your best shot, but watch the face, you sonuvabitch, because I can take whatever bad drink from Hollyweird that this wannabe out-of-work bartender’s serving for public consumption. I’ve already got you slurring your words, Gerard, are you sure that it’s safe for you to drive in my Hollywood fast lane? I haven’t really started playing mind games with you. I’m already leading you like the lost puppy of AW that you are, it’s just you’re on a very short leash with my patience…”
She was holding one of T.F.K.'s old Hollywood Elite clipboards and started shuffling through his news and notes about Gerard Angelo. Damn T.F.K. you call your writing English? She was Japanese but at least when she spoke in broken English people can still understand it. It was wise that the people still listened to her advice.
“ You’ve made the list, Gerard Angelo-san. Teo Del Sol Blaze-san you seem to have made the list as well. But I don’t see your name on the list. Hmmm, it seems we have a problem, Houston. I don’t see Tatiana Jolee anywhere on the list. Oh wait, there you are, no wonder we couldn’t find you on the list. Says no pets allowed…”
Cancel-culture “celebrity” comedian with FU money, Dave Chappelle, high fives and fist bumps Miss Miyamoto.
“ Dayum, girl!…”
Cancel-culture “celebrity” former disgraced “Who Let The Dogs Out? Woof! Woof!” NFL QB, Mike Vick high fives and chest bumps Shadow.
“ No ‘effin way…”
So Shadow decided to give a public service announcement to Tatiana Jolee, Gerard Angelo, Teo Blaze, Dake Ken Jr., and even new AW World Heavyweight Champion Downfall on behalf of Mike Vick and Dave Chappelle.
“ We live in the world of the professional wrestling sports entertainment business that does business in a professional wrestling sports entertainment business squared-circle, and that AW squared-circle was under the protection of only one man. Who else in this organization thinks they can wear my custom-made Calvin Klein alligator skinned boot? Tatiana Jolee? Gerard Angelo? Teo Blaze? Dake Ken Jr.? And even the new AW World Heavyweight Champion Downfall?…”
She was steepling her fingers in some archaic form of devout and formal invocation of being blessed with Shadow’s return appearance.
“ I can see the deep dark connotation of contemplation washing over all your thoughts and action at the very thought of yours truly conquering not only the world but the professional wrestling sports entertainment business world of AW as well…”
He looks at his sweet and lovely Miyamoto out of the corner of his eye and starts rubbing his hands together as a villainous smooth criminal mastermind would do as if saying all things are going as planned.
“ What does this San Antonio Six Man Tornado Tag-Team Match mean to me? Not one goddamn fucking thing. Your crocodile tears will mourn for Tatiana Jolee, Gerard Angelo, Teo Blaze, Dake Ken Jr., and even the new AW World Heavyweight Champion Downfall. AW’s Hierarchy, every velveteen wrestler behind the curtain in the back, and AW’s Fandom will all stand up at attention and salute in unison The Handsome Half-breed Shadowlove…”
He starts to funky strut around Section A, Row 1, Seat 1, Seat 2, and Seat 3. When he’s about to scream out like an owl, instead, his butt feels a stinging sensation, he Flair Flops to the ground and rises back up like nothing’s happened.
“ While my presence in this Six-Man Tag-Team Tornado Match is a very ugly and vindictive dystopian image of insanity, my presence in this Six-Man Tag-Team Tornado Match will also be a comically disturbing and distorted dystopian image of the future of this organization…”
He runs his fingers through his classically masculine and modern mussed, razor-textured, choppy finished dark brown hair, now turning a little distinguished salt and pepper George Clooney-esque, down his neck, over his muscular chest and washboard abs, flicking fake beads of sweat off his fingers towards the camera while still oozing God-given laissez-faire attitude and Hollywood Blockbuster Superstar Fashion Model Machismo.
“ Downfall and Dake Ken Jr., deep down even you both know that you need my tag-team expertise in this Six-Man Tag-Team Tornado Match. I am The Hollywood Elite. I am a former AW World Tag-Team Champion. The Hollywood Elite were truly the backbone of society within AW. The Hollywood Elite defended the honor and respect of tag-team wrestling. I will never break the number one rule of Tag-Team wrestling, I will never turn on my wingmen…”
His sweet and lovely Miss Miyamoto was mysteriously conjuring up a mystical spell of her own over AW’s Hierarchy, every velveteen wrestler behind the curtain in the back, and AW’s Fandom just by her mere presence against his muscular body.
“ I’m not going to waste my time explaining my actions at Turmoil to AW’s Hierarchy, every velveteen wrestler behind the curtain in the back, and AW’s Fandom. You’ve always questioned my actions inside and outside of the AW squared-circle, now, you still question those same actions, and yet, you’re all drawn to those same actions inside and outside of the AW squared-circle…”
She removes a stainless steel collapsible baton strapped to her inner thigh and starts wrapping a copy of the Wall St. Journal around it. She begins walking around Shadow, while tapping the rolled-up copy of the Wall St. Journal in the palm of her hand. And nodding her approval at such a magnificent looking specimen.
“ Tatiana Jolee, Gerard Angelo, Teo Blaze, Dake Ken Jr., and even new AW World Heavyweight Champion Downfall, AW’s Hierarchy, every velveteen wrestler behind the curtain in the back, and AW’s Fandom aren’t interested in this Six-Man Tag-Team Tornado Match, they’re only here to see me. Will The Handsome Half-breed finally go nuts and will Shadowlove finally turn into a full blown no-holds-barred sociopath and psychopath sometime during this Six-Man Tag-Team Tornado Match?…”
Her very luscious and very alluring lips barely touch his chiseled dimpled cheek as they reach his lips. You can almost feel an aura of cold-hearted psychopathic electricity between the two as they become one with their warm, loving, passionate kiss.
“ AW’s Hierarchy, every velveteen wrestler behind the curtain in the back, and AW’s Fandom are already marking out for my murking on Monday Night Clash. I’ve exploited Tatiana Jolee, Gerard Angelo, Teo Blaze, Dake Ken Jr., and even new AW World Heavyweight Champion Downfall…”
She was moving very little, never turning her head, or revealing any kind of expression that gave the viewing audience at home a clue as to her most innermost thoughts, with the only exception of a very sharp and penetrating affectionate 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.
“It’s not about you on Monday Night Clash, It’s all about us on Monday Night Clash…”
Shadow 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 aged-to-perfection fighter's face in a still 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.