Post by Shadowlove on Mar 5, 2018 11:27:06 GMT -5
[ A high definition video taken from a 12MP wide-angle and telephoto camera with OIS on an Apple iPhone X Plus (product placement) comes to life showing. . .]
The backstage of Staples Center in Los Angeles, California jammed packed with equipment, cables, swearing technicians, cameramen negotiated lighting arrangements, print reporters flopped down on folding chairs, social media reporters gossiping and doodling in their notebooks, television reporters hustling around looking for scraps of information or rumors to give them the edge on their compadres after Action Wrestling’s very financially successful Revolution Pay-Per-View. When. . .
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, along with his simply ravishing femme fatale temptress, and personal bodyguard/valet, "The Fashionista Sensei" Miss Miyamoto are seen in the midst of having a business meeting with Action Wrestling owner and Hall-of-famer Gravedigger.
His classically masculine and modern mussed, razor-textured, choppy finished dark brown hair was perfect and showing off his chiseled fighter's face with an ice cold 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.
Her raven black hair was pulled back in a French braid showing off her angelic face with her intoxicatingly, incandescent almond shaped green eyes remained hidden behind her iconic Ray-Ban Wayfarer sunglasses on her perfectly flawless nose. 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 alluring lips:
“ We defied the odds of conventional wisdom here tonight, Gravedigger-san, when we openly resisted and refused to obey the laws of the Action Wrestling landscape by openly challenging your authority to prove one thing, and one thing only, to the Action Wrestling Hierarchy, every velveteen wrestler in the back behind the stage, and the Action Wrestling Fandom. We are not here to reminisce about how many wins and losses that he has had throughout his career. We are not here to reminisce about the how many brand names that he has faced throughout his career. We are not here to reminisce about how many people wouldn't have become World Heavyweight Champions, Intercontinental Champions, World Television Champions, World Tag-team Champions, or even so-called, self-proclaimed gimmicky novelty Champions without facing him in the squared-circle throughout his career. That goes without saying. What we proved here tonight, Gravedigger-san, is that we weren't afraid to come to Action Wrestling and walk down the aisle and enter the Lion's den even without being under contract and stand right in the middle of your Action Wrestling squared-circle waiting to be sacrificed. And we, my friend, didn't do that just out of any kind of disrespect to you or dishonor to Action Wrestling, oh no, on the contrary, we did that to prove to you that we don't fear any of these bigger-than-life personalities, any of these dames to kill for, or any of these butt ugly stranger than strange imaginary monsters that currently make a living running rampant within this organization. And, now. . .”
Gravedigger was dressed to the nines in an exaggerated 1940’s style black and white pinstriped zoot suit characterized by a long loose jacket with padded shoulders and high-waisted tapering trousers and black leather penny loafers.
He looks Gravedigger up and down, and for some very odd reason, he thought Gravedigger seemed a lot taller on television. He laughs to himself knowing that he had the honor and the privilege of being in the same squared-circle with The Legend back in WCF WAR XVI.
She finger walks her fingers along the pectoral muscle of his muscular chest and reaches inside his newly fresh and crisp custom-made Calvin Klein stark liquid white leather trench-coat with fringe and takes out an unmarked white business envelope and hands it over to Gravedigger.
His low dusky voice rings out fully, with all the charm and charisma that one can muster, mister and gets down to the business and starts painting his masterpiece:
“ Our price of admission. . .”
She refuses even to take notice, acknowledge, and intentionally disregards Gravedigger as he holds out his hand in an old fashioned friendly way of doing business. Shadowlove simultaneously returns Gravedigger’s handshake in a test of strength as acceptance of this very interesting business arrangement.
He and his sweet and lovely Miyamoto exit stage right, or was that stage left, running late for a previous prior important engagement across town, the Vanity Fair’s Oscar Party, and leaving Gravedigger backstage only with his thoughts. He whips out a six inch stiletto switchblade and slice opens the unmarked white business sized envelope revealing the cost of doing business with “The Handsome Half-breed” Shadowlove and “The Fashionista Sensei” Miss Miyamoto.
Their very lucrative and very exclusive ironclad Action Wrestling contracts have already been signed, sealed, and delivered with all the i’s dotted and t’s crossed along with all the hoopla involved by Super Sports-Agent Extraordinaire, Isaiah Muhammad Salah ad-Din, representing IMSaD Sports Management and the sports entertainment business affairs of The Hariuddoburondo Conglomerate.
Gravedigger starts reading over Shadowlove and Miss Miyamoto’s very lucrative and very exclusive ironclad wrestling contracts with Action Wrestling which, by the way, are finally being disclosed to the viewing public watching at home and reads as the follows:
"The Handsome Half-breed" Shadowlove receives $5,000,000 a year plus a $2,500,000 signing bonus for simply showing up in Action Wrestling.
"The Fashionista Sensei" Miss Miyamoto receives $4,500,000 a year plus a $2,225,000 signing bonus for simply showing up in Action Wrestling.
"The Handsome Half-breed" Shadowlove receives 7.5% and Miss Miyamoto receives 5.5% of sales from all weekly Action Wrestling shows, i.e. Monday Night Clash, and every monthly Action Wrestling Pay-Per View events with a minimum guarantee of $775,000.
"The Handsome Half-breed" Shadowlove and "The Fashionista Sensei" Miss Miyamoto receive a non-negotiable guaranteed $1,250,000 a year, $100,000 a month, $25,000 a week, and $3,500 and loose change a day fashion bonus in exchange for explicitly granting Action Wrestling exclusive rights using "The Handsome Half-breed" Shadowlove and "The Fashionista Sensei" Miss Miyamoto's name, image, likenesses on promotional products, i.e. Action Wrestling home videos & games, Action Wrestling clothing, Action Wrestling posters and banners, and other Action Wrestling merchandise, in order to promote Action Wrestling.
These very lucrative and exclusive wrestling contracts will become null and void if Action Wrestling are found in Breach of Contract, automatically declaring “The Handsome Half-breed” Shadowlove and “The Fashionista Sensei” Miss Miyamoto free-agents once again in the sports entertainment business.
Gravedigger being a no-nonsense kind of vato neatly refolds these two very lucrative and very exclusive ironclad wrestling contracts of “The Handsome Half-breed” Shadowlove and “The Fashionista Sensei” Miss Miyamoto with Action Wrestling and places them back into the unmarked white business size envelope then slides it back into the inside pocket of his zoot suit for safe keeping.
He looks into the camera showing no emotion at all on his face, but was definitely smiling on the inside knowing all full well the explicit seductively handsome ramifications of this coup de grâce big business opportunity that was handed to him and Action Wrestling on a silver platter, and simply says four simple words to no one in particular.
“ Son-of-a-bitch!. . .”
[The High Definition Video Ends]
The backstage of Staples Center in Los Angeles, California jammed packed with equipment, cables, swearing technicians, cameramen negotiated lighting arrangements, print reporters flopped down on folding chairs, social media reporters gossiping and doodling in their notebooks, television reporters hustling around looking for scraps of information or rumors to give them the edge on their compadres after Action Wrestling’s very financially successful Revolution Pay-Per-View. When. . .
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, along with his simply ravishing femme fatale temptress, and personal bodyguard/valet, "The Fashionista Sensei" Miss Miyamoto are seen in the midst of having a business meeting with Action Wrestling owner and Hall-of-famer Gravedigger.
His classically masculine and modern mussed, razor-textured, choppy finished dark brown hair was perfect and showing off his chiseled fighter's face with an ice cold 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.
Her raven black hair was pulled back in a French braid showing off her angelic face with her intoxicatingly, incandescent almond shaped green eyes remained hidden behind her iconic Ray-Ban Wayfarer sunglasses on her perfectly flawless nose. 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 alluring lips:
“ We defied the odds of conventional wisdom here tonight, Gravedigger-san, when we openly resisted and refused to obey the laws of the Action Wrestling landscape by openly challenging your authority to prove one thing, and one thing only, to the Action Wrestling Hierarchy, every velveteen wrestler in the back behind the stage, and the Action Wrestling Fandom. We are not here to reminisce about how many wins and losses that he has had throughout his career. We are not here to reminisce about the how many brand names that he has faced throughout his career. We are not here to reminisce about how many people wouldn't have become World Heavyweight Champions, Intercontinental Champions, World Television Champions, World Tag-team Champions, or even so-called, self-proclaimed gimmicky novelty Champions without facing him in the squared-circle throughout his career. That goes without saying. What we proved here tonight, Gravedigger-san, is that we weren't afraid to come to Action Wrestling and walk down the aisle and enter the Lion's den even without being under contract and stand right in the middle of your Action Wrestling squared-circle waiting to be sacrificed. And we, my friend, didn't do that just out of any kind of disrespect to you or dishonor to Action Wrestling, oh no, on the contrary, we did that to prove to you that we don't fear any of these bigger-than-life personalities, any of these dames to kill for, or any of these butt ugly stranger than strange imaginary monsters that currently make a living running rampant within this organization. And, now. . .”
Gravedigger was dressed to the nines in an exaggerated 1940’s style black and white pinstriped zoot suit characterized by a long loose jacket with padded shoulders and high-waisted tapering trousers and black leather penny loafers.
He looks Gravedigger up and down, and for some very odd reason, he thought Gravedigger seemed a lot taller on television. He laughs to himself knowing that he had the honor and the privilege of being in the same squared-circle with The Legend back in WCF WAR XVI.
She finger walks her fingers along the pectoral muscle of his muscular chest and reaches inside his newly fresh and crisp custom-made Calvin Klein stark liquid white leather trench-coat with fringe and takes out an unmarked white business envelope and hands it over to Gravedigger.
His low dusky voice rings out fully, with all the charm and charisma that one can muster, mister and gets down to the business and starts painting his masterpiece:
“ Our price of admission. . .”
She refuses even to take notice, acknowledge, and intentionally disregards Gravedigger as he holds out his hand in an old fashioned friendly way of doing business. Shadowlove simultaneously returns Gravedigger’s handshake in a test of strength as acceptance of this very interesting business arrangement.
He and his sweet and lovely Miyamoto exit stage right, or was that stage left, running late for a previous prior important engagement across town, the Vanity Fair’s Oscar Party, and leaving Gravedigger backstage only with his thoughts. He whips out a six inch stiletto switchblade and slice opens the unmarked white business sized envelope revealing the cost of doing business with “The Handsome Half-breed” Shadowlove and “The Fashionista Sensei” Miss Miyamoto.
Their very lucrative and very exclusive ironclad Action Wrestling contracts have already been signed, sealed, and delivered with all the i’s dotted and t’s crossed along with all the hoopla involved by Super Sports-Agent Extraordinaire, Isaiah Muhammad Salah ad-Din, representing IMSaD Sports Management and the sports entertainment business affairs of The Hariuddoburondo Conglomerate.
Gravedigger starts reading over Shadowlove and Miss Miyamoto’s very lucrative and very exclusive ironclad wrestling contracts with Action Wrestling which, by the way, are finally being disclosed to the viewing public watching at home and reads as the follows:
"The Handsome Half-breed" Shadowlove receives $5,000,000 a year plus a $2,500,000 signing bonus for simply showing up in Action Wrestling.
"The Fashionista Sensei" Miss Miyamoto receives $4,500,000 a year plus a $2,225,000 signing bonus for simply showing up in Action Wrestling.
"The Handsome Half-breed" Shadowlove receives 7.5% and Miss Miyamoto receives 5.5% of sales from all weekly Action Wrestling shows, i.e. Monday Night Clash, and every monthly Action Wrestling Pay-Per View events with a minimum guarantee of $775,000.
"The Handsome Half-breed" Shadowlove and "The Fashionista Sensei" Miss Miyamoto receive a non-negotiable guaranteed $1,250,000 a year, $100,000 a month, $25,000 a week, and $3,500 and loose change a day fashion bonus in exchange for explicitly granting Action Wrestling exclusive rights using "The Handsome Half-breed" Shadowlove and "The Fashionista Sensei" Miss Miyamoto's name, image, likenesses on promotional products, i.e. Action Wrestling home videos & games, Action Wrestling clothing, Action Wrestling posters and banners, and other Action Wrestling merchandise, in order to promote Action Wrestling.
These very lucrative and exclusive wrestling contracts will become null and void if Action Wrestling are found in Breach of Contract, automatically declaring “The Handsome Half-breed” Shadowlove and “The Fashionista Sensei” Miss Miyamoto free-agents once again in the sports entertainment business.
Gravedigger being a no-nonsense kind of vato neatly refolds these two very lucrative and very exclusive ironclad wrestling contracts of “The Handsome Half-breed” Shadowlove and “The Fashionista Sensei” Miss Miyamoto with Action Wrestling and places them back into the unmarked white business size envelope then slides it back into the inside pocket of his zoot suit for safe keeping.
He looks into the camera showing no emotion at all on his face, but was definitely smiling on the inside knowing all full well the explicit seductively handsome ramifications of this coup de grâce big business opportunity that was handed to him and Action Wrestling on a silver platter, and simply says four simple words to no one in particular.
“ Son-of-a-bitch!. . .”
[The High Definition Video Ends]