Dreamscapes And Carne Asada Burritos
Jan 2, 2024 17:06:03 GMT -5
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Post by Shadowlove on Jan 2, 2024 17:06:03 GMT -5
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 most efficient apex predator, “The Handsome Half-breed” Shadowlove was laying on the hood and leaning his back against the windshield of a Highland Green ‘68 Ford Mustang GT, originally driven by “The King Of Cool” Steve McQueen.
He’s scarfing down Carne Asada, Chorizo, Guacamole, Monterey Jack Cheese, Pinto Beans, Chiltepin Salsa, and Smoky Grilled Poblano Chile Burrito 2.0 from Sonoratown, in Los Angeles, California.
“ Before you try to ruin my appetite by opening your mouth, Niobe, you should know that I apologize beforehand for what I’m about to do to you on Clash. Savor your victory over the chick from the land down under, that’s the closest you’ll come to getting my shoulders to the mat for the 1, 2, and 3. As you probably know, I’m wrestling in this Superstar Hell-In-The-Cell-Match at Final Chapter. So I really have no real time for the likes of you…”
Shadow’s sparkling ice cold blue eyes focused on the camera.
“ You’ve been placed in a no-win situation and aren’t trained enough to understand the amazing technicolor dreamscape sight unseen when you enter the squared-circle on Clash. We open the show, that means we set the pace and dictate the action. You’ll still be this torcherous little girl when placed in the twist and turns of the most effective and most efficient apex predator ever to exist in an AW squared-circle…”
Shadow senses the danger that Niobe finds herself in, he’s sorta gone through the same thing in his younger days.
“ There are many ways to show success in this organization. You can win Championships like Daniel or you can search out the best competition in the professional wrestling sports entertainment business and win over the hearts and minds of AW’s Hierarchy, every velveteen wrestler behind the curtain in the back, and AW’s Fandom like yours truly…”
Miyamoto notices a Burrito 2.0 stain on his custom-made Calvin Klein stark white Non-ironing Herringbone slim fit dress shirt.
“ I’m that frightening and unpleasant feeling that you’re feeling deep within your very soul. I’m that surreal unpopular dreamscape that you find existing in the mysterious strangeness of your living nightmare. You’ve shown some passion and perseverance in your professional wrestling sports entertainment career, Niobe, but unfortunately, I’m not part of the women’s division and I’m someone that’s way above your pay grade…”
Miyamoto begins cutting each button off and removing his dress shirt with the razor sharp blade of her golden dragon headed katana, showing off his upper body of a Greek God, with 8-pack washboard abs.
“ Shadow-san presence in the AW squared-circle will cut you to the bone. Even those demons better buckle up for this very very turbulent ride, because things are getting real, in the Real World of Shadoworld. Closing your eyes as tightly as you can will be of no beneficial use to you in the AW squared-circle. There’s only one real solution for you, Niobe…”
Miyamoto holds her hands open around a foot apart and a mysterious electric blue lightning bolt discharges its energy between them.
“ I’ve created the most pleasurable technicolor dreamscape known to man and now it’s time for you to survive your adventure. Alive And Well. We’re giving you a choice to just walk unscathed and live to fight another day. You might think you want it all right now but you’re ill-prepared for the reckoning coming your way inside the AW squared-circle…”
When you walk into Shadoworld, this isn’t some kind of habitat for humanity.
“ By the time you wake up from your living nightmare, you’ll see how many bones that you have broken in the urgent care at Cedars-Sinai Medical Center. Which will be a very awesome sight to see for AW’s Hierarchy, every velveteen wrestler behind the curtain in the back, and AW’s Fandom. No matter what your goals are for 2024, Niobe, your transformation starts when I’m crushing your hopes and dreams like an aluminum can…”
Shadow smashes a Coca-Cola aluminum can on his forehead. Blood.
“ I have your abilities. I train everyday. I honed my skills to become this finely tuned professional wrestling sports entertainment athlete that you see today. When we step into the AW squared-circle on Clash, it’ll be the first time that you become a crash-test-dummy. I’m not here to indulge you in an overly provocative sense of self-awareness…”
Miyamoto waves her index finger in a “no, no, no” style gesture.
“ I’m not here to whisper sweet nothings into your ear as you're getting schooled in the finer things of the professional wrestling sports entertainment business. My glorious return to the AW squared-circle will be a sight for sore eyes. I’m going to embarrass you. I’m going to tarnish your already tarnished self-respecting public persona. I’m going to put you right back where you belong in this organization…”
Shadow slides a custom-made pair of carbon and tungsten 129/250 C6 Irid Polar Oakley sunglasses on his face like David Caruso in CSI Miami.
“ I go into each match with the same confidence and same vision that I’ve always had in this organization. I won’t need to take a lot of effort into exerting myself inside the squared-circle, I’m doing what comes naturally rather than needing to lift any weights inside the weight room of a gymnasium. So go ahead and change your strategy before you attempt to do anything else on Clash. Your blending in with the real world has failed you, I know your name on your fake I.D…”
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 with a five o'clock shadow in a still flamboyant, stylistic supermodel deus ex machina, shit-eating grin.