Post by Shadowlove on Apr 8, 2019 15:41:02 GMT -5
Shortly after Monday Night Clash. . .
On board The Hariuddoburondo Conglomerate’s unmarked Vantablack Gulfstream G650ER business jet airline, designed for speed and grace, paired with style and comfort, cruising speed of Mach .925, at an altitude of 51,000 feet, somewhere between Fresno, California and Tokyo, Japan around the Zero Dark Thirty hour. . .
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 seated on an executive handcrafted rich Corinthian leather sofa with his muscular arms wrapped around his sweet and lovely Miyamoto in a very warm and very protective embrace.
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 and sparkling blue eyes focused on the twin bodyguards, Kyodai and Shatei, looking a little worse for wear sporting jet-black crew-cut hair, sunglasses, custom-made black Giorgio Armani business suits, holding matching ice packs on top of each other’s heads.
A foreboding premonition started hijacking his train of thought that sent his subconscious mind careening from this meaningless fucking win over Kyle Kemp and CJ Tyler on Monday Night Clash, to winning this meaningless fucking popularity vote count, barely edging out Claire Hawkins, to see who would be facing AW World Champion Ryan Lockhart at Clash of Champions, and into what some would say was a very dark vortex of violence coming soon to Action Wrestling, implying that an act of reciprocity was going to happen very, very soon as all good things will become hip to be square between him and Nathan von Liebert.
Him and his sweet and lovely Miyamoto were the very acceptance of the truth and the very existence of Eros, the mischievous god of love, a minion and constant companion of the goddess Aphrodite, that triumphed over Thanatos, a melancholy, brooding, individual, consumed with the curse of a very strong and very emotional and very unpleasant and very destructive and very powerful death.
A thick cascade of her raven black hair was fanned out gleaming like polished onyx over his pectoral muscle were her head was resting, her intoxicating and incandescent almond shaped green eyes were staring up at him in an impenetrable expression.
She seems to be mysteriously conjuring up a mystical spell over him just by her mere presence 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.
He sees the image of NvL smirking at his sweet and lovely Miyamoto and sees the image of NvL grabbing the throat of his sweet and lovely Miyamoto and sees the image of NvL’s handprint still imprinted on the throat of his sweet and lovely Miyamoto in his subconscious mind. His cool, calm, and collected demeanor suddenly turns to an unmitigated and unadulterated terror trip not meant for the weak of heart as the rage and the anger continues festering deep within him.
While maintaining his absolutely well-developed buffed-assed heavenly body through poise, position, and audacity while using his underlying primal instinctual animal magnetism oozing God-given laissez-faire attitude and Hollywood Blockbuster Superstar Fashion Model Machismo, he seems 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.
Quietly, to himself, he appears to be lip syncing a song, “BEHIND BLUE EYES” by The Who, that he was listening to on his (product placement) custom-made special edition Beats Studio gloss white wireless headphones:
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.
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 NvL. But why, when all you only need is just ONE. ONE to defeat NvL. 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 NvL just like he never even existed in Action Wrestling” 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.