Post by Shadowlove on Apr 10, 2019 7:02:35 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 first story of Chi, the Hariuddoburondo Private Restaurant, was empty with the only exception being 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, and his sweet and lovely femme fatale temptress, “The Fashionista Sensei” Miss Miyamoto, seated in two stark white bleached ergonomically designed wicker curved chairs surrounding a custom-made octagon shaped oak finished table centered in the middle of the private restaurant.
He was taking a very healthy sip from his 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.
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.
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 God-given laissez-faire attitude and 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.
He still 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.
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:
“ When you think of your favorite professional wrestler in this organization, what words come to mind?. . .”
She was seated with her back straight in her signature “First Lady” slant with her ankles and legs together at an angle showing her modesty opposite him eating the most decadent and expensive hors d’oeuvres, Almas Iranian Caviar, an intensely nutty and creamy tasting white fish eggs, served on Russian blini, a buckwheat flour pancake.
Her attractively well-proportioned, slim, trim, toned body built for sin was encased in a form-fitting traditional shimmering silver and Vantablack super sexy backless halter neck plunge sequins mini 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:
“ Your new AW World Heavyweight Champion. . .”
He’s quickly earned a reputation for his fearlessness, his kind-heartedness, his off and on good and bad relationship with Action Wrestling’s Hierarchy, every velveteen wrestler behind the curtain in the back, and Action Wrestling’s Fandom, and his firmly held belief in having accountability for his actions inside and outside of the squared-circle.
“ That’s right, Ryan! Two votes. You were just two votes away by Action Wrestling’s Hierarchy, every velveteen wrestler behind the curtain in the back, and Action Wrestling’s Fandom from retaining your 100 plus day AW World Heavyweight Championship. Is this a formal and dignified utterance intended to invoke a purely volatile and unstable supernatural power into inflicting as much harmful punishment on you Ryan and on #beachkrew as I can?. . .”
He still sees NvL’s handprint still imprinted on the throat of his sweet and lovely Miyamoto and shakes his head, nope, it was just simply the truth.
“ I was the one that molded your World Heavyweight Championship reign. You were the one that needed to win the All-In Halliburton briefcase. And I stopped you from cashing in on Wade Moor. You should’ve thanked me for bringing you and #breachkrew together. I destroyed you for weeks before we ended our small rivalry inside of that bloodbath soaked cage. I told you that I wasn’t going to leave that bloodbath soaked cage. But you chose to do the cowardly thing and had to move at a speed faster than a walk. And I swear I saw your feet never touching the canvas of the squared-circle when you exited that bloodbath soaked cage. . .”
He starts rolling his previously injured right shoulder in a circular motion and checks the mobility and flexibility of his shoulder with his left hand as a constant reminder of Ryan Lockhart running away from him due to his so-called cold feet.
“ You of all people, Ryan, shouldn’t have made the second biggest mistake of your professional wrestling career. But you are you, you are the earth child of #breachkrew, but, even though you’re the current AW World Heavyweight Champion, your innocence lost and lack of experience, wisdom, judgement, and unsophistication has comeback to bite you on your proverbial ass. You’ve continued to underestimate my resolve and continued doubting my reputation as being an independent private contracting smoke-and-mirror opportunistic illusionist who's the maker and breaker of World Champions and Hall-of-Famers. . .”
He knew Ryan would make the very fatale mistake of underestimating him at Monday Night Clash Of Champions since he has three very highly questionable wins against him. Did I need to win the ladder match that won him the All-In Halliburton briefcase? Considering this is a AW World Heavyweight Championship match, nope. And when I teamed with Sidney J. Warwick to face Camila González and Ryan, did Ryan actually score the pinfall or submission victory over me in that tag-team match? Unless he changed his name from Ryan to Camila and rolled me up with a small package, then the answer is, nope. Three victories over me and no pitfalls or submissions to show for your brand name. Go figure!
“ Fuck, me. And fuck Action Wrestling’s Hierarchy, every velveteen wrestler behind the curtain in the back, and Action Wrestling’s Fandom. I defeated four former UCI World Champions and I defeated the former longest reigning AW U.S. Champion, Thaddeus Franklin King, in 2018 in this organization and it’s still taken me almost just a goddamn motherfucking year to receive a shot at the AW World Heavyweight Championship? I’m in no fucking goddamn mood to give a good goddamn fuck about curtain jerkers like Rose, Andre Aquarius, Nikki Vaughn, Brooke Bell, and Jaice Wilds thinking they have the heart, the hope, the encouragement, the inspiration, and the optimism of trying to become a AW World Heavyweight Champion. And I sure the fuck didn’t need to cash in a gimmicky All-In Halliburton briefcase on Sidney J. Warwick to become a AW World Heavyweight Champion. . .”
A porcelain skinned Geisha wearing a Shimada-styled nihongami wig and a formal black kimono, with her obi tied in the taiko style, approaches, and ceremonially, formally, and traditionally bows towards them.
“ We were there when the #beachkrew were in their prime with Wade Woor-san, Jonathan Rabid-san, Jared Holmes-san, Andre Aquarius-san, Kyle Kemp-san, and Dustin Beaver-san running roughshod in that second-rate organization with third-rate talent back in the pre-ol’ México days. And we were there when #beachkrew tried to once again make a splash back into infinity and beyond with the incarnation of Wade Moor-san, Jared Holmes-san, and Bonnie Blue. . .”
She places the most decadent and exquisitely tender cut 100% authentic Japanese Wagyu Kobe Filet Mignon, garlic and sour cream smooth mashed potatoes, oven-roasted asparagus coated the with a dash of Parmesan cheese, garlic, salt, and pepper, in front of them and quickly disappear back into the darkness of the private restaurant.
“ But fortunately for us, we weren’t there to witness this #breackrew & Pantheon hybrid that were formed to try to bring some sort of life back into that already dead second-rate organization with third-rate talent for a very short time in the post-ol’ México days. And most unfortunately for us, we’ve had to prey witness for the past four months to yet another attempted hostile takeover of this organization by yet another inferior #beachkrew combination of Wade Moor-san, Jared Holmes-san, Alexander Pasternak-san, and Ryan Lockhart-san. . .”
He slices into the most decadent and exquisitely tender cut 100% authentic Japanese Wagyu Kobe Filet Mignon with a butter knife and takes a bite, savoring the richness of the flavors that Five Star Executive Chef, Kalākaua Manumanu, herself, has painted quite the masterpiece when preparing this romantic night out for The Hariuddoburondo Conglomerate.
“ My father once taught me that in order to be a World Heavyweight Champion, you must have the maximum amount of conferred power and compelling attractiveness inside and outside of the squared-circle in order to convey into words and actions the sense of things as they actually are as opposed to an idealistic conception that radically and fundamentally changes the way that people look at you in the sports entertainment business. People like Wade Moor and Joey Flash have revolutionized the way that people look at them in the sports entertainment business because they have the championship pedigree when facing top-tiered talent in the sports entertainment business. Curtain jerkers like Rose, Andre Aquarius, Nikki Vaughn, Brooke Bell, and Jaice Wilds just doesn’t pass the smell test when you have the likes of Wade Moor, Jared Holmes, Spencer Adams, Casey Holliday, T.F.K., Sidney J. Warwick, Zombie McMorris, Dandy DiVito, even Kyle Kemp, and myself off and on the AW’s Semi-Active Roster. . .”
He takes a mouth full of garlic and sour cream smooth mashed potatoes and looks at his sweet and lovely Miyamoto and gives her that “ Do you want to guess what I am?” John Belushi Animal House shit-eating grin before he swallows the garlic and sour cream smooth mashed potatoes.
“ You can thank Gravedigger-san and Nathan von Liebert-san personally for your loss Ryan Lockhart-san. They alone have revitalized and engineered the refocused attention of The Handsome Half-breed Shadowlove-san in this organization. He possesses the extraordinary and exceptional anti-social intelligence, great enthusiasm and energy for change, and above all, the ability to set his sights on the things that truly merit his personal attention. . .”
She pokes the middle of one of the oven-roasted asparagus, coated with a dash of Parmesan cheese, garlic, salt, and pepper, with a fork and sticks one end into her mouth.
“ Not a bad 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 for the rest of us, either. Wouldn’t you say, Jaice Wilds? After all, all those preconceived rumors and innuendo circulating about this might being your final chance unless you somehow pull off a miracle and win the Havoc Rumble are a very well known fact that has proven to be true. You’ve never had the persona to be a true AW World Heavyweight Champion. You’ve never developed a true vision in what matters most to you in this organization and articulate why you think you’re quite the inspiration for other curtain jerkers to follow in your footsteps. . .”
She gets up from her stark white bleached ergonomically designed wicker curved chair, with Bushidō catlike precision, and starts walking with flirty and seductive confidence along the custom-made octagon shaped oak finished table centered in the middle of the private restaurant in a very highly provocative fashion.
“ As I have shown throughout my entire professional wrestling career, I haven’t had to rely on the seniority of being a World Heavyweight Champion in order to exert my very influential and very manipulative persona within this organization. I have always cast a very huge ever-present, effervescent, and everlasting shadowy eclipse over the entire sports entertainment business. And I have always cultivated a strong feeling of wanting to have something and wishing for something to happen in those certain individuals with whom I have cooperated traitorously with as an enemy in order to strive toward a very common goal, which can be accomplished successfully by having a certain self-awareness sense of self-mastery style. . .”
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.
“ Professional wrestlers who emerge today as true AW World Heavyweight Champions are most likely to possess a few key characteristics including showing a willingness to engage in a friendly manner with other people, showing a strong desire and determination to succeed in the sports entertainment business, have an eagerness to know and learn from past mistakes inside the squared-circle, and those traits may bear even more weight even than intelligence. Wouldn’t you say, Ryan Lockhart-san and Jaice Wilds-san?. . .”
She starts twirling his classically masculine and modern mussed, razor-textured, choppy finished dark brown hair through her fingers with carnal fascination and malignant pleasure.
“ I’ve always been the personification of honesty and integrity and having strong moral principles within this organization by having the ability to acquire and apply my certain unique knowledge and my certain unique wisdom to the sports entertainment business. My psychological and physiological characteristics have been breathed in, swallowed and absorbed, and assimilated into the thin skinned psyche of Action Wrestling’s Hierarchy, every velveteen wrestler behind the curtain in the back, and Action Wrestling’s Fandom. . .”
He reaches into his inside pocket of his newly fresh and crisp custom-made Calvin Klein stark liquid white leather trench-coat with fringe and removes a Blu electronic cigarette starter pack (product placement) and pops a Blu electronic cigarette into his mouth.
“ For most organizations in the sports entertainment business, the costly turnover rate and low morale have become too high a price to pay in order to tolerate a Jaice Wilds AW World Heavyweight Championship. That maybe the status quo of that second-rate organization with third-rate talent like the WCF these days but this is Action Wrestling. Every AW World Heavyweight Champion from Roy Speede, Donald Deruty, Spencer Adams, Wade Moor, too Sidney J. Warwick have developed their very own unique personality trait and cultural tone to the AW Heavyweight Championship. Even Ryan Lockhart has developed his very own unique personality trait and cultural tone to the AW Heavyweight Championship, likely arising from his insignificant role of cashing in a gimmicky All-In Halliburton briefcase. Influence and manipulation will once again play a very vital role into becoming a AW World Heavyweight Champion. . .”
He starts puffing and blowing out a series of vapor rings up into the air then flicks the Blu electronic cigarette towards the viewing audience watching at home.
“ Your dream of becoming AW Wrestler of the Year 2019 and trying to fill the wrestling boots of Wade Moor-san and Joey Flash-san has just turned into your very own frightening and unpleasant worse nightmare, Ryan Lockhart-san. . .”
Five Star Executive Chef, Kalākaua Manumanu, wearing a rainbow colored silk flowered headband, a long-sleeve, double-breasted, rainbow colored silk flowered executive chef coat with a rainbow colored silk flower Lei around her neck, a traditional grass mini skirt, and barefoot, approaches, and ceremonially, formally, and traditionally bows towards them.
“ Ryan, your AW World Heavyweight Championship reign as a member of #breachkrew hasn’t really been noteworthy when you break down your contribution to this organization. And Jaice, you will never fill the wrestling panties of L Verez, much less, Bonnie Blue, as a member of this ragtag untidy, disorganized and incongruously variety group of people perceived as disreputable and undesirables known as The Guardians. You’re not even registering as a footnote when in comes to being a brand name in this organization. That’s how far the once high and mighty and very respected Gaurdians have fallen in the sports entertainment business. But in all fairness to both of you, World Heavyweight Champions are supposed to be the entrepreneurs of the identity of whatever organization that they are supposed to be representing in the sports entertainment business. . .”
She places the most devilishly delicious and exquisitely decadent, full of buttery and sweet crust flavor, thick and creamy champagne cheesecake, with just enough pop of strawberries and strawberry champagne whipped cream, down in front of them.
“ And if you’ve been paying attention to the rumors and innuendo coming from the tabloid dirt sheets within this organization about the flavor of the month, then you’d know that Gravedigger-san felt a little snubbed because we wouldn't give him an autograph when we were backstage last week on Monday Night Clash. And now, it looks like poor little Gravedigger-san got his feelings hurt and has signed an official order for the execution of 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-san . . .”
There was that extra special something, something about hearing her silky, smoky voice radiating through her very luscious and very alluring lips after she feeds him a bite of thick and creamy champagne cheesecake and 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.
“ The rumors of my demise have always been greatly exaggerated for going on three years now. Just ask #beachkrew. Just ask Spencer Adams. Just ask David Sanchez. Just ask Kevin Bishop. Just ask Zombie McMorris. Just ask Gravedigger. Just ask yourself, NvL. I’ve heard how you’re some kind of twisted black heart in the sports entertainment business. You think you know me? I’ve always been able to adapt, improvise, and overcome any rumors of my demise like a chameleon and will make myself into whatever has foolishly tried to to enter the shadowy world of my subconscious mind. Have I really officially signed my very own announced death warrant?. . .”
He slides out his stark white bleached ergonomically designed wicker curved chair, well like a snake, creating locomotion through side-to-side movement and rectilinear progression, which allows him to seamlessly walk on his ribcage in what appears to be an optical illusion and 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.
“ Well, I digress. . .”
Suddenly, in KRAMER style move; twirling twice and performing a 7.3 on the Richter scale triple take as if coming through a door, he reaches into his newly fresh and crisp custom-made Calvin Klein stark liquid white leather trench-coat with fringe and removes a barb wire crown.
“ See. . . You. . . Soon. . . Ryan. . .”
He places a barb wire crown on his head, and in super slow motion raises his arms up and straight out to his sides and bows his head, as if, being crucified on a cross.
“ See. . . You. . . Very. . . Soon. . . Jaice. . .”
And on the third day, Jesus, wept, as blood starts dripping down, drop by drop, from his forehead, making a crimson red pool around them.
“ And. . . See. . . You. . . Very. . . Very. . . Soon. . . NvL. . .”
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 Ryan Lockhart and Jaice Wilds. But why, when all you only need is just ONE. ONE to defeat Ryan Lockhart and Jaice Wilds. 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 Ryan Lockhart and Jaice Wilds just like they never even existed on Monday Night Clash Of Champions” 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.