Post by Shadowlove on Mar 21, 2019 4:50:11 GMT -5
North East Okayama Prefecture On The Border Of Hyogo Prefecture, Present Day Japan, somewhere around the midnight hour. . .
The Five Tiered Hariuddoburondo Private Restaurant Nightclub Shinto Shrine and Casino Pagoda standing ominously and overshadowing the middle of the quaint little village of Miyamoto in Mimasaka was an amazing sight to see. Each one of the Five Tiers represents The Godai, the five elements of Chi (Earth), Sui (Water), Ka (Fire), Fu (wind), and Ku (Void, Sky, or in some cases, Heaven). The bottom story of Chi (Earth) housed a fine dining Restaurant featuring the best in Far Eastern and Western cuisine from Five Star Executive Chef, Kalākaua Manumanu. The second story of Sui (Water) housed one of the hottest Nightclubs in all of Far East Asia. The third story of Ka (Fire) housed one of the very exclusive and very lucrative Private Casinos for high-end clientele. The fourth story of Fu (wind) housed one of the most awe-inspiring Shinto Shrine Museums in honor of an Honest-to-God, not The God, but A God original gangstas known to man. And the top story of Ku (Void, Sky, or in some cases, Heaven) housed one of, if not, the most powerful and dangerous Yakuza Oyabun, the boss of all bosses, in the world today.
The second story of Sui, the performers upon the private stage, you knew, the dancers were dancing on the disco lighted dance floor among a mixture of multicolored laser lights and strobe lights illuminating throughout the nightclub with theatrical smoke and fog setting the scene, the cover song was, “Welcome To The Jungle” by Guns N’ Roses:
Your favorite and most polarizing modern day charismatic and charming, egotistical, narcissistic, politically incorrect, felicitating, self-righteous, second-generation megalomaniac and apex predator, “The Handsome Half-breed” Shadowlove, was playing a very rare "Macdonald" Stradivari Viola, slightly bigger than a regular sized violin, designed by Antonio Stradivari, circa 1719, with a silver and ebony mounted violin bow, designed by Francois Xavier Tourte.
His classically masculine and modern mussed, razor-textured, choppy finished dark brown hair was perfect on his head while showing off his chiseled fighter's face with an ice cold psychopathic stare radiating from his sparkling blue eyes.
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 liquid white leather trench-coat with fringe along with his custom-made Calvin Klein crocodile skinned pants and custom-made Calvin Klein alligator skinned boots.
While maintaining his absolutely well-developed buffed-assed heavenly body through poise, position, and audacity while using his underlying primal instinctual animal magnetism oozing Hollywood Blockbuster Superstar Fashion Model Machismo, he seemed to be enjoying the quiet, silent lucidity escapism from the rigmaroles of everyday life in Action Wrestling by fully entrenching himself inside the Kokutan, the so-called black breath that removes all sense of superfluous thoughts and actions within his mind, body, heart, and soul.
His low dusky voice rings out fully, with all the charm and charisma that one can muster, mister, as he gets down to business and starts painting his masterpiece:
“ Professional wrestling opens up Action Wrestling’s Hierarchy, every velveteen wrestler behind the curtain in the back, and Action Wrestling’s Fandom to a very exploitative environment. A professional wrestler, such as myself, who has had a significant absence from the squared-circle, or in my case, from the combined pounding of several inferior athletes that finally took a toll on my magnificent muscular body, chose to comeback at Battlefield Battlebowl once again against a far less superior group of very questionable athletes. . .”
And just a few feet away. . .
His sweet and lovely personal bodyguard/valet and femme fatale temptress, “The Fashionista Sensei” Miss Miyamoto, was sitting at a Cécile Model Crystal Grand Piano, Designed by Peter A. Tol, tickling the black and white keys, the crystal came from the crystal table that he went crashing through that almost ended his professional wrestling career at the hands of Bonnie Blue.
Her raven black hair was pulled back in a French braid showing off her angelic face as she lowers 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.
Her attractively well-proportioned, slim, trim, toned body built for sin was encased in a form-fitting shimmering silver and Vantablack Mandarin sequin dress with a French-cut up the side to her thigh designed by Stella McCartney and Vantablack Jimmy Choo stilettos.
Her sweet as honey, harmoniously hypnotizing, smooth as silk, smoky voice radiating through her very luscious and very alluring lips:
“ After you’ve truly analyzed Battlefield Battlebowl Battle Royal, even a blind man can see one very detrimental unwelcome consequence for Kyle Kemp-san’s profession wrestling career. That certainly was one big advantage that you and a prone Spencer Adams-san gained over Lincoln Kuechly-san and his Funky Bunch leading into the Havoc Rumble. Whereas, when you saw Estrella Luiz and The Handsome Half-breed Shadowlove-san continue working on their timing and fluidity as a makeshift tag-team, you saw a top level wrestler showing an up-and-coming wrestler how to succeed in the cutthroat world of the sports entertainment business. . .”
He knew that Battlefield BattleBowl was meaningless to strong-minded people like himself in the long run and only weak-minded people like Kyle Kemp would think that winning this battle royal was a meaningful non-sequitur in a short run to the Havoc Rumble.
“ So Kyle, you really think you’re Bryce Harper to my Manny Machado? Is that it? You’re racist, man. You’ve firmly established yourself as being no longer relevant in the sports entertainment business. And someone who will never recapture and bring back that previously unsentimental individual that you were almost famous for when #beachkrew was in their prime. You’ve shown yourself to be very fearful of my pioneering method of madness that I’ve established in Action Wrestling. . .”
He runs his fingers through his classically masculine and modern mussed, razor-textured, choppy finished dark brown hair, down his neck, over his muscular chest and washboard abs, flicking fake beads of sweat off his fingers towards the camera.
“ You see, you really think that I lack the quality of being honest and lack having strong moral principles? But I’ve grown up with having 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 my 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 was very confident in his physiological skillset inside of the squared-circle and completely trusted the confidence of his psychological mindset toughness outside of the square-circle with his natural ability to antagonize everyone in this organization.
“ The Handsome Half-breed Shadowlove-san is a self-confident, self-absorbed, self-righteous indignant person who is able to act upon any opportunities, rise to new challenges, take control of difficult situations, and accept responsibility and criticism for his actions inside and outside of the squared-circle without remorse. . .”
He was the foundation of self-confident, self-absorbed, self-righteous indignation in the sports entertainment business. So the foundation of his existence in Action Wrestling has always been his self-confident, self-absorbed, self-righteous indulgences in the sports entertainment business.
“ In my four month abstinence from the sports entertainment business, where exactly were you Kyle? Did Kyle Kemp take over Action Wrestling? Where was your better than you courage under fire? You’ve always operated in the unreality world that you’re better than me; I, on the other hand, operate in the realities of the unknown, the uncertain, and the fearsome essence of seductive handsomeness. You can’t be a successfully confident professional wrestler, Kyle, unless you have the courageousness under fire to step away from my shadow. Being seductively handsome requires more confidence and more strength, because a successfully seductive handsome professional wrestler has limitless capabilities and limitless possibilities inside and outside of the squared-circle. . .”
He glances at his sweet and lovely Miyamoto and cranes his head towards the dance floor and smiles.
She seems to mysteriously be conjuring up a mystical spell over him just by her mere presence as she takes her proper place against his muscular body and moving very little, never turning her head, or revealing any kind of expression that gives the viewing audience at home a clue as to her innermost thoughts with the exception of a very sharp and penetrating affection 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.
“ While The Handsome Half-breed Shadowlove-san along with myself have often gone hand in hand, it’s impossible for someone to have a high sense of trust in one's own abilities, qualities, and judgment inside and outside of squared-circle and yet have a very low sense of distrust in one's own abilities, qualities, and judgment, as is, the case with Kyle Kemp-san. . .”
She runs her fingers seductively along his chiseled chin and lowers his head so that her intoxicatingly, incandescent almond shaped green eyes meets his occidental sparkling blue eyes in a way that showed a fondness for causing trouble in a very playful way.
He knew that he evolved more than Kyle Kemp as a barometer of status and acceptance in the Action Wrestling.
“ Action Wrestling’s Hierarchy, every velveteen wrestler behind the curtain in the back, and Action Wrestling’s Fandom has witnessed your failure to become a respectable brand name in this organization firsthand, Kyle. You’ve always bitched and moaned like a sniveling snot-nosed ignorant little child when not getting your way ever since we crossed paths in the sports entertainment business. That’s your biggest shortcoming in this organization. . .”
She reaches down between his legs, caressing his inner thigh, he hops into the air, hey now, while making a huge adjustment to his custom-made Calvin Klein crocodile skinned pants.
“ You seem to want to blame people like #beachkrew, Lincoln Kuechly, and especially myself for your very own failure to reach a certain brand name recognition within this organization. You’ll never develop into a successful brand name professional wrestler in this organization until you question your very own character instead of watching videos of my sweet and lovely Miyamoto and myself. How does it feel being nothing more than a glorified delusion of grandeur AW Ring Rat?. . .”
She sees the fire burning in his sparkling blue eyes in a predatory manner that still shows how passionate he has become about defending an organization that has always shown bitter resentment and righteous indignation towards everything that is representative in his very own existence.
“ As stated by our very lucrative and exclusive Action Wrestling contracts that we’ve signed, Action Wrestling’s Hierarchy, every velveteen wrestler behind the curtain in the back, and Action Wrestling’s Fandom have been getting their money's worth on a weekly basis. Simply because we’ve done what we’ve always done best in any organization that we’ve made appearances in, The Handsome Half-breed Shadowlove-san along with myself have created enormous buy rates that contribute to the rating success in this organization as a couple of Main Event, Mid-Card, Jabronies. . .”
Her very luscious and very alluring lips barely touching his chiseled dimpled cheek as they reach his lips. You can almost feel an aura of seductively handsome cold-hearted psychopathic electricity between the two as they become one with their warm, loving, passionate kiss.
“ Kyle Kemp-san, you have come to a very big crossroads of your professional wrestling career. You’ve been trying to gradually develop yourself from a journeyman wrestler that you’ve always been and into a more complex professional wrestler like The Handsome Half-breed Shadowlove-san for quite some time. But you’re still nothing but an ungracefully thin and tall slow-moving cross eyed giraffe with a long prehensile extendable tongue still grasping at straws. You will always be that journeyman wrestler trying to escape the astigmatism of being carried by Wade Moor-san, Jonathan Rabid-san, Jared Holmes-san, Andre Aquarius-san, Dustin Beaver-san, Alexander Pasternak-san, Ryan Lockhart-san, and Spencer Adams-san and that is hunted and killed in the squared-circle by an even more ruthlessly aggressive seductively handsome apex predator. . .”
There was that extra special something, something about hearing her silky, smoky voice radiating through her very luscious and very alluring lips after their warm, loving, passionate kiss.
“ Family, Kyle. That sense of loneliness and betrayal that has caused you to spiral out of control didn’t happen on that fateful night just after Thanksgiving last year. Oh, no. Your family has never had that one redeeming quality about them that would make anyone stop and mourn their loss. If you can only think of one good thing about your family, one good thing, that one good thing would be that your father is probably still alive. Was he the next door neighbor, the milkman, the postman, or possibly that door-to-door salesman selling his wares to your mother? There are plenty of websites out there that can help you to find out your true ancestral heritage these days. So, tell me, how does it feel being a sniveling snot-nosed ignorant little child of a very slutty farmer’s daughter and some door-to-door whore-chasing salesman with no name?. . .”
She knew that the sports entertainment business has always been mind over matter and The Handsome Half-breed Shadowlove never minded because Kyle Kemp doesn’t really matter.
“ January 28th, 2016, Kyle Kemp-san. That was the dream date that has had far more reaching implications on your life and had far more reaching disastrous consequences on your life than your family’s convenient demise. You should be mourning the loss of your professional wrestling career, as an expression of gratitude, especially to The Handsome Half-breed Shadowlove-san, for his professional wrestling debut. . .”
They wait a beat, striking a pose, leaning on their hips with all the poise and confidence in the world that was bar none, second to none, within this cutthroat world of Action Wrestling.
“ Taking into full consideration, your current family dynamic and your current professional wrestling career, it’s easy to see why you’ve been searching for a true role-model and a perfect specimen, that’s totally unredeeming to the viewing audience at home, as your main inspiration for your fictitious Lifetime Channel fantasies. I’ve never claimed to be a true role-model and a perfect specimen that people have looked upon in this organization. We have never been like the superficial people that currently makes a living in this organization. I’ve never been a inconsequential and superficially shallow person like Kyle Kemp has been in the sports entertainment business. . .”
His sparkling blue eyes and her intoxicating and incandescent almond shaped green eyes looks at the camera and causing the viewing audience watching at home to look down and Kyle Kemp to break his focus for a moment.
“ That’s the only reason why Kyle Kemp-san has gravitated towards your professional wrestling career. You have never been a byproduct of a broken family as it seems to be the case for Kyle Kemp-san in this organization in order just to fit in with the status quo of this establishment. . .”
They moved very little, never turning their heads, or revealing any kind of expression that gives the viewing audience at home a clue as to their innermost thoughts, their look coming from his sparkling blue eyes and her intoxicating and incandescent almond shaped green eyes before composing themselves and walking off the private stage and onto the disco lighted dance floor.
“ As you can see, Kyle, I’ve never had to live my life that most dysfunctional family members like yourself had to live in order just to survive. I’ve been very lucky to do most things that most dysfunctional family members like yourself only dreamed about doing. I’ve been very lucky to see things that most dysfunctional family members like yourself only dreamed about seeing. Seeing the things that are worth seeing and experiencing the things that are worth experiencing, and living the life that was worth living while traveling throughout the world. . .”
The dancers that were dancing on disco lighted dance floor among a mixture of multicolored laser lights and strobe lights illuminating throughout the nightclub with theatrical smoke and fog make eye contact with them and come to a sudden stop all around them.
“ One problem when promoting your achievement-based battle royale record against The Handsome Half-breed Shadowlove-san is that it isn’t that much of an achievement, Kyle Kemp-san. You have always promoted yourself as someone that is destined for failure. Whereas, The Handsome Half-breed Shadowlove-san has always promoted himself in the pursuit for success at all costs. . .”
Out of the corner of his eye, he sees a homely looking club girl, blonde hair, blue eyed, yellow and navy spandex lycra mini dress, two sizes to small, 42-39-56, Nebraska bugeaters say she’s got it all, coming towards him. Even Karlie Nash would vomit-comet right into her mouth.
“ You’ve been trying to jumpstart your pathetic professional wrestling career going on three plus years, Kyle, but there comes a time in your life, when you gotta know when you should pull the plug on a dead giraffe. Nobody, especially you, are gonna cool down my action in this organization. I’m a risk taker and a heartbreaker and will give everything I have for Action Wrestling’s Hierarchy, every velveteen wrestler behind the curtain in the back, and Action Wrestling’s Fandom. And although some levels of my success may be quite controversial, even Ryan Lockhart knows that I could’ve walked out of that Execution Cage Match anytime during that Execution ‘18 Pay-Per-View in Oklahoma City. . .”
He reaches into his newly fresh and crisp custom-made Calvin Klein stark liquid white leather trench-coat with fringe and removes a black Sharpie and autographs the club girl’s forehead. The autograph reads: Kyle Kemp, 1-800-347-7448, or Kyle Kemp 1-800-DIP-SHIT.
“ Kyle Kemp-san, you’re what the sports entertainment business refers to as a byproduct of diminished returns. In economics, according to some economist experts, diminishing returns is the decrease in the marginal output of a production process as the amount of a single factor of production is incrementally increased, while the amounts of all other factors of production stay constant. . .”
A porcelain skinned Geisha wearing a Shimada-styled nihongami wig and a formal black kimonos, with her obi tied in the taiko style, approaches them through the crowd carrying a polished wooden serving tray with ice cold coconut water poured into a coconut with a little pink umbrella, and a pristine and neatly folded copy of the Wall St. Journal and ceremonially, formally, and traditionally bows towards them.
“ Kyle, you’ve relied way to much on the superficial outward features of the sports entertainment business, such as Championship status and money received, especially on a regular basis, inside and outside of the squared-circle through investments, such as alcohol, drugs, or sex, from #beachkrew and FightSmart. The Hariuddoburondo Conglomerate treat ourselves the Japanese way, with honor and respect, taking good care of our health outside of the squared-circle, our development inside of the squared circle, and our environment around the sports entertainment business, which just happens to be Action Wrestling. . .”
She starts rolling up the pristine and neatly folded copy of the Wall St. Journal, begins twirling it between her fingers like a baton, and starts tapping it into the palm of her hand.
“ The Handsome Half-breed Shadowlove-san is indeed your favorite and most polarizing modern day charismatic and charming, egotistical, narcissistic, politically incorrect, felicitating, self-righteous, second-generation megalomaniac and apex predator in the sports entertainment business today. He has always been open to physical experiences and meaningful relationships, he just does that with one sweet and lovely personal femme fatale temptress. . .”
He 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 and is very beneficial to his muscular body of a Greek God, with his pinky finger sticking out.
“ Kyle, you require constant reassuring and positive reinforcement and bolstering, be it from #beachkrew and FightSmart, in order to just survive in the sports entertainment business. You’ve never been a lead singer in a band much less a solo artist, you will always be just a little drummer boy. Pa rum pum pum pum. . . Rum pum pum pum. . . Rum pum pum pum. . .”
She begins waving it like a conductor conducting a orchestra, then points it towards the viewing audience watching at home.
“ The Handsome Half-breed Shadowlove-san is indeed boisterous beyond all stereotypes. The Handsome Half-breed Shadowlove-san does indeed have a sense of entitlement beyond all stereotypes. Do you really believe that The Handsome Half-breed Shadowlove-san hasn’t really learned from his mistakes and failures inside the squared-circle, Kyle Kemp-san?. . .”
He pours some of his the ice cold coconut water onto the disco lighted dance floor in tribute symbolizing a shot which should have been enjoyed in respect to those who made the Exodus, those who were incarcerated, and those who had to flee back to the confines of that meaningless fucking second-rate organization.
“ As you can see, I am quite happy in my second skin and revel in the miracle of my existence with cheerful arrogance, cheerful assertiveness, cheerful boldness, cheerful confidence, cheerful egoism, cheerful pretentiousness, cheerful pride, cheerful self-importance, cheerful devilishly delightful self-confident, self-absorbed, self-righteous indignation, and cheerful devilishly delicious self-confident, self-absorbed, self-righteous indulgences. . .”
He slowly looks into the camera at the viewing audience watching at home and 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 fighter's face in a “ I have the one thing that every man, woman, and child fears, my sweet and lovely Miyamoto. And I will take you to the one place that everyone fears and deliver upon you, The Dark Gift. You see, The Dark Gift isn't like any other finisher in the sports entertainment business. Oh, no, some people need a handful of finishers in order just to survive inside the squared-circle like Kyle Kemp. But why, when all you only need is just ONE. ONE to defeat Kyle Kemp. The Dark Gift is that living, breathing omnipotence, omnipresence, omniscience and truly ostentatious indulgence when it takes on a life of its own and simply ends Kyle Kemp just like he never even existed on Monday Night Clash” Jake The Snake Roberts 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.