All You Had To Do Was Say, “Thank You.”
Jan 10, 2024 0:42:17 GMT -5
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Post by Shadowlove on Jan 10, 2024 0:42:17 GMT -5
“ They pull a knife, you pull a gun. He sends one of yours to the hospital, you send one of his to the morgue. *That's* the *Chicago* way!…”- - CPD Beat Cop, Jim Malone, The Untouchables
A pound of expired ground round hits the mean streets of Chicago…
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, and his sweet and lovely Miyamoto were exuding a great amount of self-confident supermodel energy as they striked an arrogant and conceited supermodel pose in the middle of some unnamed street in Chicago, Illinois. Hometown of AW World Champion Daniel Connor Fehl.
His classical masculine and modern mussed, razor-textured, choppy finished dark brown hair, now turning a little distinguished salt and pepper George Clooney-esque, was showing off his aged-to-perfection chiseled fighter's face with his sparkling blue eyes and five o'clock shadow.
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 white liquid leather trench-coat with fringe along with his custom-made Calvin Klein stark white liquid leather spandex wrestling pants and custom-made Calvin Klein stark white liquid leather wrestling boots.
“ So this is the shithole hometown of AW World Champion, Daniel Connor Fehl? It figures that there’s no ticker tape parade welcoming committee on the streets to meet and greet us. Much less give us a key to this shithole. But this is your life and your coming of age story, Daniel, and not mine. Don’t lie, Danny Boy, you think you can go scientific since I was going to defeat you in the match that you made famous? I heard a rumor that this rattus norvegicus domestica from Chicago has wanted to bite down hard on my neck hanging downlow between my legs and suck the foreskin before I shot my everlasting load all over his fucking face?…”
He removes a South African gold krugerrand from his newly fresh and crisp custom-made Calvin Klein stark white liquid leather trench-coat with fringe and starts twirling it between his fingers. Here’s the reason why:
Shadow heard a female’s sweet as honey, harmoniously hypnotizing, smooth as silk, smoky voice calling to him as a child inside The Hariuddoburondo Ryū Dōjō, he slid into the squared circle, and saw his sweet and lovely Miyamoto looking obsessively fixated at him for the very first time.
Speaking to him in her Native language, she asked The Hariuddoburondo Ryū Dōjō to prepare him for a lifelong battle inside and outside of the AW squared-circle, to prepare him for a lifelong war inside and outside of the AW squared-circle, and to him protected and keep him safe inside and outside of the AW squared-circle.
True Romance. Indeed. When you mess with his sweet and lovely Miyamoto, you’re about to have your moment of doubt and pain. But, sonuvabitch, he takes out a single sheet wet towelette and starts washing his hands and seals your fate, Downfall. He can and will wrestle you as clean as you can be, that ball is in your court.
“ You wanted him to become like a Buddhist monk who takes a vow of silence. But how did that turn out for you, Daniel-san? You were looking for some payback when you showed up to the scene of the crime and tried to help Niobe Martin. Then your arrogance becomes you and you just want to shake Shadow-san’s hand and him to admit to the world that you’re the better man. Then Shadow-san accepts and we stipulate to bring back your professional wrestling sports entertainment career. These two individuals have got to be two of the craziest sonuvabitches on the face of this planet we all call Action Wrestling…”
Shadow bows his head, takes a deep breath, and does a fist-to-palm style gesture.
“ The Buddhist monks carried an iron staff called khakkhara, which made a metallic noise to frighten away the sheep in wolf's clothing. My iron staff is the silver tongue of the devil. You were hoping to try to damage and harm me mentally so you could injure me physically. Your arrogance has betrayed you, old man. Your dumbass just not only made me the true #1 Contender, you just turned me into this organization’s new AW World Champion before Final Chapter…”
With Bushidō catlike precision, Miyamoto performed a refined devastating taekwondo spinning heel kick that barely grazed Shadow’s dimpled cheek.
“ Old school tactics from The Art Of War will always defeat the new school tactics of modern day warfare from an AW World Champion, Daniel-san. I just hope you stay off the motorcycle, we wouldn’t want you to lose a foot and blow your fucking head off on the 50 yard line of Solder Field like you were Kerry Von Erich, or for that matter, every Bears team since The ‘85 Superbowl Shuffle. They say that Shadow-san is washed up at 35. He hasn't even started to reach his prime. They act like he’s been sitting on his great looking ass and collecting dust all this time…”
Miyamoto removes a fake piece of dust off his shoulder like his Hollywood celebrity following has been lifted once again.
“ There's no bigger celebrity following in AW than The Hollywood Elite. But The Hollywood Elite’s dead. Just ask AW’s Hierarchy, every velveteen wrestler behind the curtain in the back, and AW’s Fandom. But, I’m still alive. Go figure. Now you’re facing the last remnant of the greatest stable ever put together in the professional wrestling sports entertainment business. That makes me dangerous, very dangerous. Just ask Gerard Angelo about my stellar reputation in this organization. If you haven't heard, I'm Connor MacLeod of The Clan MacLeod outside this organization. And I seem to have become quite Immortal inside of the AW squared-circle…”
They say he’s always been a cross between “Diamond” David Lee Roth with some “Rowdy” Roddy Piper thrown into the mix for good measure. What about Raven? What about Shadow?
“ Just remember, you’re the one that wanted to strip this match of its excitement. I’m stripping it of the corruption that is the AW Referee. If you’re good enough, we can make the three count ourselves. Besides, a true Ironman should be the best multitasker in his professional wrestling sports entertainment business career…”
I am Ironman. I am Immortal. With all these eyes on him, no wonder Shadow’s ice cold sparkling blues are turning cold and calculating looking.
“ You’re the one claiming that you’re not a sellout to the establishment when everyone can see that you’re turning into Torture’s lapdog, so to speak, but you’re just doing what every AW World Champion ends up doing after winning the title. You claim you keep getting screwed over by the AW establishment and the AW system when you’re just another body part in the system of the down and out in this organization. You’ve called me out because I’ve never had to sell my characterization out to AW’s Hierarchy, every velveteen wrestler behind the curtain in the back, and AW’s Fandom…”
Shadow does a hand-to-ear style gesture, brutha dude, this is the only true symbol of power.
“ They can either be with me or they can either be against me. When you leave your professional wrestling sports entertainment business career to other people, what good are you? They’ve already gotten to you. You can tell by the dirty diaper that you’re wearing. Even you know when your wet farts have turned into diarrhea wet shits…”
Shadow wipes his hand in front of his nose, “ Whoever, smelt it, dealt it…”
“ You keep answering your own questions for yourself because you’re the only one that can make up the answer. You keep blaming Tournaments and this Six Superstar Hell-In-The-Cell. You’re the AW World Champion, you better learn how to manipulate the system and learn how to control AW’s Hierarchy, every velveteen wrestler behind the curtain in the back, and AW’s Fandom…”
He puts his hand over his heart as Kyodai and Shantei appear out of nowhere holding and waving an American Flag and a Japanese Flag and the paparazzi’s feeding frenzy comes to an abrupt end.
“ We THE PEOPLE of the United States, in ORDER to form a more perfect UNION, establish JUSTICE, insure domestic TRANQUILITY, provide a for a common DEFENSE, promote general WELFARE, and secure the BLESSINGS of LIBERTY to ourselves and our PROSPERITY, do ordain and establish THE CONSTITUTION OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA…”
You can tell by Shadow’s body language, he isn’t frightened at all of the man, the myth, the legend, Downfall.
“ I’m 6’4”, 235 pounds, you're Tom Cruise 6’0”, 217 pounds, you seemed taller to me when we stood eye-to-eye. Who’s the better professional wrestler? The more perfectly superior Supermodel or the AW World Champion? You claim, what you hit, you destroy. You haven’t come close to destroying me. I’ve grow stronger and stronger each day. I wanted to wrestle you, not because you're the AW World Champion, I wanted to see for myself if you're the most terrifying athlete as you claim to be in this 60 Minute Ironman Match…”
Shadow takes a very healthy sip from his ice cold coconut water poured into a coconut with a little pink umbrella and pinky sticking out. The coconut water was a very rich source of potassium, manganese, magnesium, folate, calcium, selenium and is very beneficial to the muscular body of a Greek God.
“ He thinks he can defeat you without me being ringside to cheer you on. We didn’t have to accept this stipulation but even an AW World Champion can flex his muscles sometimes…”
He slowly and calmly removes his newly fresh and crisp custom-made Calvin Klein stark white liquid leather trench-coat with fringe.
“ I’ve foregone my weight training this week in order to come to this shithole and get a feel for the land, so to speak, and a feel for you. My forgone conclusion? You still don’t impress me like you should being the AW World Champion. I’m not power hungry like you make me out to be, I was just in the right place at the wrong time. I know I’ve even gotten a migraine putting up with your bullshit shenanigans…”
Advil and Tylenol better be making a call to the old Shades here for his celebrity endorsement.
“ There’s a reason that we chose the professional wrestling sports entertainment business and chose AW as our place of business. Even if you win, what have you won? I’ll still be in Hell-In-The-Cell as AW World Champion or as still the #1 Contender. This 60 Minute Iron Man Match and Hell-In-The-Cell will lead one us to one of the most difficult times of our life, Feud of the Year, Match-Of-The-Year, Wrestler Of The Year, and the AW Hall-Of-Fame. That’s what I bring to the fucking table…”
Covering his ears cause I’m pretty sure the Greymore Girl’s “return clause” started echoing in his head.
“ I'm just as dominating as MLB MVP Shohei Ohtani, bringing the heat and hitting bombs dead center. You really think I was dumb enough not to read the current scout report about you in this organization? AW World Champion is like the overpriced opening day starting pitching ace who thinks they got the game in control as the #1 Starter in this organization…”
Are Roman, Dake, Gerard, Teo, and Tatiana learning a valuable lesson here tonight?
“…But he blows the lead in the 1st inning because they find out his best stuff just isn't good enough as it once was, oh it was good enough to become AW World Champion for a second time, but even that took a lot out of him. So this organization, calls overseas to see what I was doing with my life in the land of early retirement and brings this high-priced free-agent brand-named superstar back in order to do what I have always done best in an AW squared-circle…”
Don’t fuck with him especially when he’s having an out-of-body religious baseball experience.
“…This is the part of The Show where this organization’s decision making is put to the test when they make a call to the bullpen for The Real Closer. I gave you a chance to step aside on your own, Daniel, but this is the part of The Show when you’re forced to step down off the mound and head back to the bench with all the other benchwarmers. This is me just being away from AW for two and a half years and losing my patience with the current AW World Champion and his bright idea of having a Scientific and Technical Match…”
A young CPD Beat Cop, named Jimmy Malone, rolls up to the scene and says to Shadow, “ My great, great, great, great grandfather used to say, ‘Make sure when your shift is over, you go home alive. Here endeth your lesson…’”
Shadow gives his sweet and lovely Miyamoto a Pinky & The Brain look of confusion on his face: “ Are you pondering what I'm pondering? I think so, my sweet and lovely Miyamoto. But would The Supervillain Superhero Supermodel really have gotten away with winning the AW World Heavyweight Championship, if it wasn't for those pesky kids, Gerard, Ken Jr., Teo, Downfall, and their dog, Tatiana?...”
“ Rest. In. Peace...”
She squishes what looks like a video game with the cover of what many considered the Mount Rushmore Of AW in a humble brag about it into the expired ground round.
Shadow double raises his eyebrows with an ice cold drink 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.
If Shadowlove was a member of The Four Horsemen, they would’ve been Tully Blanchard & Baby Doll.
Both holding up 4 fingers then a large “L” with their thumb and index finger.
“#TheHollywoodElite4Lyfe!…”
She moves very little, never turning her head, or revealing any kind of expression except a mischievous smile coming from her very luscious and very alluring lips while caressing his muscular chest with her fingers.
She pauses. Then…
She lowers her iconic Ray-Ban Wayfarer sunglasses on her perfectly flawless nose and looks at the viewing audience at home with her intoxicating, incandescent almond shaped green eyes showing no emotion on her angelic looking face then slices her own throat from her left carotid artery to her right hand.
Then…
She raises her iconic Ray-Ban Wayfarer sunglasses up her perfectly flawless nose on her angelic looking face while hiding her intoxicating, incandescent almond shaped green eyes with her middle finger.
___________________________________________
A pound of expired ground round hits the mean streets of Chicago…
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, and his sweet and lovely Miyamoto were exuding a great amount of self-confident supermodel energy as they striked an arrogant and conceited supermodel pose in the middle of some unnamed street in Chicago, Illinois. Hometown of AW World Champion Daniel Connor Fehl.
His classical masculine and modern mussed, razor-textured, choppy finished dark brown hair, now turning a little distinguished salt and pepper George Clooney-esque, was showing off his aged-to-perfection chiseled fighter's face with his sparkling blue eyes and five o'clock shadow.
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 white liquid leather trench-coat with fringe along with his custom-made Calvin Klein stark white liquid leather spandex wrestling pants and custom-made Calvin Klein stark white liquid leather wrestling boots.
“ So this is the shithole hometown of AW World Champion, Daniel Connor Fehl? It figures that there’s no ticker tape parade welcoming committee on the streets to meet and greet us. Much less give us a key to this shithole. But this is your life and your coming of age story, Daniel, and not mine. Don’t lie, Danny Boy, you think you can go scientific since I was going to defeat you in the match that you made famous? I heard a rumor that this rattus norvegicus domestica from Chicago has wanted to bite down hard on my neck hanging downlow between my legs and suck the foreskin before I shot my everlasting load all over his fucking face?…”
He removes a South African gold krugerrand from his newly fresh and crisp custom-made Calvin Klein stark white liquid leather trench-coat with fringe and starts twirling it between his fingers. Here’s the reason why:
Shadow heard a female’s sweet as honey, harmoniously hypnotizing, smooth as silk, smoky voice calling to him as a child inside The Hariuddoburondo Ryū Dōjō, he slid into the squared circle, and saw his sweet and lovely Miyamoto looking obsessively fixated at him for the very first time.
Speaking to him in her Native language, she asked The Hariuddoburondo Ryū Dōjō to prepare him for a lifelong battle inside and outside of the AW squared-circle, to prepare him for a lifelong war inside and outside of the AW squared-circle, and to him protected and keep him safe inside and outside of the AW squared-circle.
True Romance. Indeed. When you mess with his sweet and lovely Miyamoto, you’re about to have your moment of doubt and pain. But, sonuvabitch, he takes out a single sheet wet towelette and starts washing his hands and seals your fate, Downfall. He can and will wrestle you as clean as you can be, that ball is in your court.
“ You wanted him to become like a Buddhist monk who takes a vow of silence. But how did that turn out for you, Daniel-san? You were looking for some payback when you showed up to the scene of the crime and tried to help Niobe Martin. Then your arrogance becomes you and you just want to shake Shadow-san’s hand and him to admit to the world that you’re the better man. Then Shadow-san accepts and we stipulate to bring back your professional wrestling sports entertainment career. These two individuals have got to be two of the craziest sonuvabitches on the face of this planet we all call Action Wrestling…”
Shadow bows his head, takes a deep breath, and does a fist-to-palm style gesture.
“ The Buddhist monks carried an iron staff called khakkhara, which made a metallic noise to frighten away the sheep in wolf's clothing. My iron staff is the silver tongue of the devil. You were hoping to try to damage and harm me mentally so you could injure me physically. Your arrogance has betrayed you, old man. Your dumbass just not only made me the true #1 Contender, you just turned me into this organization’s new AW World Champion before Final Chapter…”
With Bushidō catlike precision, Miyamoto performed a refined devastating taekwondo spinning heel kick that barely grazed Shadow’s dimpled cheek.
“ Old school tactics from The Art Of War will always defeat the new school tactics of modern day warfare from an AW World Champion, Daniel-san. I just hope you stay off the motorcycle, we wouldn’t want you to lose a foot and blow your fucking head off on the 50 yard line of Solder Field like you were Kerry Von Erich, or for that matter, every Bears team since The ‘85 Superbowl Shuffle. They say that Shadow-san is washed up at 35. He hasn't even started to reach his prime. They act like he’s been sitting on his great looking ass and collecting dust all this time…”
Miyamoto removes a fake piece of dust off his shoulder like his Hollywood celebrity following has been lifted once again.
“ There's no bigger celebrity following in AW than The Hollywood Elite. But The Hollywood Elite’s dead. Just ask AW’s Hierarchy, every velveteen wrestler behind the curtain in the back, and AW’s Fandom. But, I’m still alive. Go figure. Now you’re facing the last remnant of the greatest stable ever put together in the professional wrestling sports entertainment business. That makes me dangerous, very dangerous. Just ask Gerard Angelo about my stellar reputation in this organization. If you haven't heard, I'm Connor MacLeod of The Clan MacLeod outside this organization. And I seem to have become quite Immortal inside of the AW squared-circle…”
They say he’s always been a cross between “Diamond” David Lee Roth with some “Rowdy” Roddy Piper thrown into the mix for good measure. What about Raven? What about Shadow?
“ Just remember, you’re the one that wanted to strip this match of its excitement. I’m stripping it of the corruption that is the AW Referee. If you’re good enough, we can make the three count ourselves. Besides, a true Ironman should be the best multitasker in his professional wrestling sports entertainment business career…”
I am Ironman. I am Immortal. With all these eyes on him, no wonder Shadow’s ice cold sparkling blues are turning cold and calculating looking.
“ You’re the one claiming that you’re not a sellout to the establishment when everyone can see that you’re turning into Torture’s lapdog, so to speak, but you’re just doing what every AW World Champion ends up doing after winning the title. You claim you keep getting screwed over by the AW establishment and the AW system when you’re just another body part in the system of the down and out in this organization. You’ve called me out because I’ve never had to sell my characterization out to AW’s Hierarchy, every velveteen wrestler behind the curtain in the back, and AW’s Fandom…”
Shadow does a hand-to-ear style gesture, brutha dude, this is the only true symbol of power.
“ They can either be with me or they can either be against me. When you leave your professional wrestling sports entertainment business career to other people, what good are you? They’ve already gotten to you. You can tell by the dirty diaper that you’re wearing. Even you know when your wet farts have turned into diarrhea wet shits…”
Shadow wipes his hand in front of his nose, “ Whoever, smelt it, dealt it…”
“ You keep answering your own questions for yourself because you’re the only one that can make up the answer. You keep blaming Tournaments and this Six Superstar Hell-In-The-Cell. You’re the AW World Champion, you better learn how to manipulate the system and learn how to control AW’s Hierarchy, every velveteen wrestler behind the curtain in the back, and AW’s Fandom…”
He puts his hand over his heart as Kyodai and Shantei appear out of nowhere holding and waving an American Flag and a Japanese Flag and the paparazzi’s feeding frenzy comes to an abrupt end.
“ We THE PEOPLE of the United States, in ORDER to form a more perfect UNION, establish JUSTICE, insure domestic TRANQUILITY, provide a for a common DEFENSE, promote general WELFARE, and secure the BLESSINGS of LIBERTY to ourselves and our PROSPERITY, do ordain and establish THE CONSTITUTION OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA…”
You can tell by Shadow’s body language, he isn’t frightened at all of the man, the myth, the legend, Downfall.
“ I’m 6’4”, 235 pounds, you're Tom Cruise 6’0”, 217 pounds, you seemed taller to me when we stood eye-to-eye. Who’s the better professional wrestler? The more perfectly superior Supermodel or the AW World Champion? You claim, what you hit, you destroy. You haven’t come close to destroying me. I’ve grow stronger and stronger each day. I wanted to wrestle you, not because you're the AW World Champion, I wanted to see for myself if you're the most terrifying athlete as you claim to be in this 60 Minute Ironman Match…”
Shadow takes a very healthy sip from his ice cold coconut water poured into a coconut with a little pink umbrella and pinky sticking out. The coconut water was a very rich source of potassium, manganese, magnesium, folate, calcium, selenium and is very beneficial to the muscular body of a Greek God.
“ He thinks he can defeat you without me being ringside to cheer you on. We didn’t have to accept this stipulation but even an AW World Champion can flex his muscles sometimes…”
He slowly and calmly removes his newly fresh and crisp custom-made Calvin Klein stark white liquid leather trench-coat with fringe.
“ I’ve foregone my weight training this week in order to come to this shithole and get a feel for the land, so to speak, and a feel for you. My forgone conclusion? You still don’t impress me like you should being the AW World Champion. I’m not power hungry like you make me out to be, I was just in the right place at the wrong time. I know I’ve even gotten a migraine putting up with your bullshit shenanigans…”
Advil and Tylenol better be making a call to the old Shades here for his celebrity endorsement.
“ There’s a reason that we chose the professional wrestling sports entertainment business and chose AW as our place of business. Even if you win, what have you won? I’ll still be in Hell-In-The-Cell as AW World Champion or as still the #1 Contender. This 60 Minute Iron Man Match and Hell-In-The-Cell will lead one us to one of the most difficult times of our life, Feud of the Year, Match-Of-The-Year, Wrestler Of The Year, and the AW Hall-Of-Fame. That’s what I bring to the fucking table…”
Covering his ears cause I’m pretty sure the Greymore Girl’s “return clause” started echoing in his head.
“ I'm just as dominating as MLB MVP Shohei Ohtani, bringing the heat and hitting bombs dead center. You really think I was dumb enough not to read the current scout report about you in this organization? AW World Champion is like the overpriced opening day starting pitching ace who thinks they got the game in control as the #1 Starter in this organization…”
Are Roman, Dake, Gerard, Teo, and Tatiana learning a valuable lesson here tonight?
“…But he blows the lead in the 1st inning because they find out his best stuff just isn't good enough as it once was, oh it was good enough to become AW World Champion for a second time, but even that took a lot out of him. So this organization, calls overseas to see what I was doing with my life in the land of early retirement and brings this high-priced free-agent brand-named superstar back in order to do what I have always done best in an AW squared-circle…”
Don’t fuck with him especially when he’s having an out-of-body religious baseball experience.
“…This is the part of The Show where this organization’s decision making is put to the test when they make a call to the bullpen for The Real Closer. I gave you a chance to step aside on your own, Daniel, but this is the part of The Show when you’re forced to step down off the mound and head back to the bench with all the other benchwarmers. This is me just being away from AW for two and a half years and losing my patience with the current AW World Champion and his bright idea of having a Scientific and Technical Match…”
A young CPD Beat Cop, named Jimmy Malone, rolls up to the scene and says to Shadow, “ My great, great, great, great grandfather used to say, ‘Make sure when your shift is over, you go home alive. Here endeth your lesson…’”
Shadow gives his sweet and lovely Miyamoto a Pinky & The Brain look of confusion on his face: “ Are you pondering what I'm pondering? I think so, my sweet and lovely Miyamoto. But would The Supervillain Superhero Supermodel really have gotten away with winning the AW World Heavyweight Championship, if it wasn't for those pesky kids, Gerard, Ken Jr., Teo, Downfall, and their dog, Tatiana?...”
“ Rest. In. Peace...”
She squishes what looks like a video game with the cover of what many considered the Mount Rushmore Of AW in a humble brag about it into the expired ground round.
Shadow double raises his eyebrows with an ice cold drink 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.
If Shadowlove was a member of The Four Horsemen, they would’ve been Tully Blanchard & Baby Doll.
Both holding up 4 fingers then a large “L” with their thumb and index finger.
“#TheHollywoodElite4Lyfe!…”
She moves very little, never turning her head, or revealing any kind of expression except a mischievous smile coming from her very luscious and very alluring lips while caressing his muscular chest with her fingers.
She pauses. Then…
She lowers her iconic Ray-Ban Wayfarer sunglasses on her perfectly flawless nose and looks at the viewing audience at home with her intoxicating, incandescent almond shaped green eyes showing no emotion on her angelic looking face then slices her own throat from her left carotid artery to her right hand.
Then…
She raises her iconic Ray-Ban Wayfarer sunglasses up her perfectly flawless nose on her angelic looking face while hiding her intoxicating, incandescent almond shaped green eyes with her middle finger.