Post by Shadowlove on Mar 26, 2019 7:20:01 GMT -5
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San Diego Padres Batting Practice, Petco Park, San Diego, California, around high noon. . .
It was a beautiful day for baseball, temperatures in the mid 60’s, clear blue skies, and the San Diego Padres we’re getting set to take on their NL West rivals, the San Francisco Giants on Opening Day this Thursday.
MLB analysts from around the country have said that competitive baseball has finally returned to Petco Park with the signing of shortstop and third baseman, Manny Machado, who by the sound of the bat, was cranking baseball after baseball, home run after home run, some 336 to 435 feet off the iconic and essential cornerstone of Petco Park, The Western Metal Supply Co.
“¡Odelay chinga, Shadow! I . . . guarantee. . . it?,” Manny Machado was smiling as he spoke to him about his draw to Kyle Kemp on Monday Night Clash, “When you call your shot, you better sound like Babe Ruth rather than sounding like Babe the Pig, esé. . .”
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 leaning cross-armed on the batting cage looking at him through the batting cage netting.
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.
“ You’re throwing out the ceremonial first pitch for Opening Day aren’t you, esé?. . .” Manny Machado was eyeing him, then eyeing the pitcher’s mound some 60 feet and 6 inches away, then eyeing him once again. “ C'mon, esé, bring me that weak-ass shit that you brought to Kyle Kemp. . .”
Manny Machado saw the rotation of the threading of the baseball coming off Shadowlove’s fingertips clear as day. The baseball floated up to him like a helium filled balloon.
The sound of the bat cranking the baseball echoed throughout Petco Park as the home run seemed to fly some 500 feet over the Western Metal Supply Co.
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:
“ Fuck, me. . .”
“ You better bring in. . .” Manny Machado was arrogantly flipping the bat into the air and was starting to circle the bases. “ Your fuckin’, closer, esé. . .”
He points his right arm towards the bullpen area in left field and taps his forearm with his left hand. Bring in the righty.
“HER STRUT” by Bob Seger and The Silver Bullet Band starts playing on a Bose® (product placement) SoundTouch® (product placement) indoor/outdoor surround sound system:
His sweet and lovely personal bodyguard/valet and femme fatale temptress, “The Fashionista Sensei” Miss Miyamoto, exuding fantastic supermodel energy, walks with a stiff, erect, and apparently arrogant and conceited strut out to the baseball mound.
Her raven black hair was pulled back in a French braid under a San Francisco Giants baseball cap 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 burning a hole into Manny Machado.
Her attractively well-proportioned, slim, trim, toned body built for sin was encased in a form-fitting shimmering San Francisco Giants inspired orange and Vantablack Mandarin sequin dress with a French-cut up the side to her thigh designed by Stella McCartney and Vantablack Jimmy Choo baseball cleats.
Manny Machado never saw the rotation of the threading of the baseball coming off Miss Miyamoto’s fingertips. The baseball’s heat burned like white lightning towards his head with Bushidō catlike precision.
The sound of the baseball cracking the batting helmet of Manny Machado echoed throughout Petco Park and sending him spread eagle on top of home plate while looking heavenwards into the clear blue skies.
She smirks and shrugs her shoulders at the prone Manny Machado in a “ We never said we were professionals, esé. . .” style gesture.
Suddenly. . .
And before the rest of the San Diego Padres can clear the bench of the dugout, stop their pregame workout, and rush the baseball mound. . .
A couple of salty looking Japanese dudes, twin bodyguards, named Kyodai and Shatei, sporting jet-black crew-cut hair, sunglasses, custom-made black Giorgio Armani business suits, appear out of nowhere and stand in a very on-guard, very protective, and ever vigilant attack formation around the baseball mound.
Kyodai and Shatei set off a couple of very non-lethal thunderflash explosive devices that produces a blinding flash of light and an intensely loud "bang" that was greater than 170 decibels that temporarily disorients everyone inside Petco Park as greyish/blackish shadowy smoke surrounds the baseball mound.
The San Diego Padres slowly starts recovering from being temporarily disoriented from watching some kind of anime cartoon in the land of the rising sun as if nothing has happened as the greyish/blackish shadowy smoke dissipates into the air and the baseball mound stood. . . empty.
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