Who Wants To Live Forever?
Mar 6, 2018 18:36:21 GMT -5
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Post by Shadowlove on Mar 6, 2018 18:36:21 GMT -5
North East Okayama Prefecture On The Border Of Hyogo Prefecture, Japan, Present Day. . .
Veiled in an inland marine layer of foggy mist, contributing greatly to the wet environment just outside the very quaint little village of Miyamoto in Mimasaka, stood an Old Abandoned Church Of Final Judgment. The old grey stones of this very unknown and forbidden private sanctuary were only visible where the cherry blossoms had not yet bloomed and seemed to have come alive in an attempt to sweep over this very unknown and forbidden private sanctuary as the only remaining remanence of a first line of defense.
An immense and incredibly powerful distinct sound from a Ducati 1198cc Testastretta 11° Dual Spark V-twin world-beating engine can be heard echoing in the distance throughout the very quaint little village of Miyamoto in Mimasaka and, by the sound, seems to be coming closer and closer towards this very unknown and forbidden private sanctuary.
The once stained glass windows gave way to the branches of the cherry blossoms trees and have entered and intertwined their way through this very unknown and forbidden private sanctuary long ago. Sections of the ceiling had collapsed, giving way to a shade of sparkling emerald moonlight magically illuminating an altar within this very unknown and forbidden private sanctuary.
There was a small pile of partially charred bibles and charred wood just below the altar showing that not all people had forgotten about this very unknown and forbidden private sanctuary.
The immense and incredibly powerful distinct sound from a Ducati 1198cc Testastretta 11° Dual Spark V-twin world-beating engine can be heard echoing louder and louder and shaking the very foundation of this very unknown and forbidden private sanctuary.
This very unknown and forbidden private sanctuary that often seemed so far away to the outside world, so frigid and set apart from the natural beauty of the surrounding cherry blossom trees came alive with the combined smell of smoke, ash, incense, and with the sweet flowery scent of fragrances, has given way to an old world feeling of an awe inspiring sense of sharp and penetrating fascination of spiritual mystery.
Snap, Hiss.
A handheld percussive tube sparks up and glides through the air with the greatest of ease like some kind of out of control bizarre looking pyrotechnic firework gone seriously array before landing just below the altar and restarting the bonfire of partially burned bibles and charred wood. And illuminating. . .
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, sitting back relaxing on a pew with his fingers interlocked through his classic masculine and modern mussed, razor-textured, choppy finished dark brown hair behind his head.
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 perched up on the pew in front of him and crossed at the ankles.
His heart rate was a very relaxed 40 beats a minute as the oxygen in his blood helped the preternatural powers of his mind’s eye remain focused and alert to the surroundings around him. He seems to be enjoying the quiet, silent lucidity escapism from the rigmaroles of everyday life in Action Wrestling.
Quietly, to himself, he appears to be lip syncing a song, “WHO WANTS TO LIVE FOREVER” by Queen, that he was listening to on his (product placement) custom-made special edition Beats Studio gloss white wireless headphones:
His low dusky voice rings out fully, with all the charm and charisma that one can muster, mister and finally gets down to the business of Monday Night Clash as he starts painting his masterpiece:
“ Fuck, me. . .”
The sophisticatedly carbon fibre and premium Ducati Diavel 1198cc Testastretta 11° Dual Spark V-twin high performance motorcycle, with Marchesini wheels and and slick Zircotec-coated dual exhaust pipes, enters this very unknown and forbidden private sanctuary and cruises to a stop down the aisle way in front of the burning bonfire.
A gracefully sensuous petite, yet dignified, silhouette spoke of a female wearing a Vantablack carbon AGV Pista GP Helmet with her attractively well-proportioned, slim, trim, toned body built for sin was encased in a form-fitting Dainese Mike lady Vantablack leather jacket, a form-fitting Dainese Alien Vantablack leather pants, and Vantablack SIDI Adventure Gore-Tex boots, swings and pirouettes her leg, with Bushidō catlike precision, over the 4.5 gallon gas tank and Rizoma handlebars of the Ducati Diavel.
The silhouette figure slowly removes the Vantablack carbon AGV Pista GP Helmet with Vantablack fingerless gloves revealing the angelic looking face of his sweet and lovely personal bodyguard/valet and femme fatale temptress, “The Fashionista Sensei” Miss Miyamoto.
Her raven black hair was pulled back in a French braid showing off her angelic face with her intoxicatingly, incandescent almond shaped green eyes hidden behind her iconic Ray-Ban Wayfarer sunglasses that were strategically placed on her perfectly flawless nose.
Her sweet as honey, harmoniously hypnotizing, smooth as silk, smoky voice radiating through her very luscious and very alluring lips:
“ Now, what kind of hosts would we have been by not showing up to this meet and greet with everyone in Action Wrestling at Revolution, especially since they were coming into our backyard to do business?. . .”
He feels a chill in the air at the thought of these uninvited “house guests” trouncing around in his backyard and starts skimming through a history book of Action Wrestling, more like a pamphlet left on a windshield really, and not all that impressed with the uninvited guest list and throws the pamphlet into the burning bonfire.
“ If they wanted to try to burn down our house then who would I be not to return the favor? After all, when it comes to the sports entertainment business, presentation is everything. . .”
His custom-made Calvin Klein crocodile skinned pants starts to vibrate. Reaching into the pocket, he feels around for the vibration, no that's not it, and removes a deep, high-gloss Vantablack 5.8-inch model Apple iPhone X Plus (product placement) and looks down at the pressure-sensitive, oleophobic coating, scratch-resistant OLED screen. He takes a selfie and shoots, pun intended, all the trolls in this organization a copy of his Action Wrestling application, actionwrestling.freeforums.net/thread/318/shadowlove-miyamoto, enough said.
“ We show up onto the scene and all hell starts to breaks loose. And that, my friends, is why we were paid $4,725,000 for just showing up in this organization at Revolution. After all, El Hermoso Mestizo de la Raza and The Hariuddoburondo Conglomerate have been on very good terms with Mara Salvatrucha in the City of Angels for quite some time now. Besides, Gravedigger knows a good investment when he sees one. And just by my mere presence of being a silver-tongued devil, no one, and I mean no one, will draw just as much fan applause and just as much fan heat equally from everyone in this organization like my reputation has been known for doing throughout the sports entertainment business. . .”
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 of a Goddess of the Rising Sun and a 21st century female samurai warrior known for her bravery and strength and looks at him then into the camera at the viewing audience watching at home.
“ He very simply exudes a condescending confidence and antagonistic arrogance and ruthless manipulative and unscrupulous influential psychological mindset toughness outside of the squared-circle and an all-around, well-balanced physiological skillset toughness inside of the squared-circle while oozing God-given laissez-faire attitude and Hollywood Blockbuster Superstar Fashion Model Machismo that is second-to-none. . .”
He rises up from the pew and makes his way towards the bonfire and pokes the bonfire with his custom-made Calvin Klein alligator skinned boot. The bonfire seems to die a little as if unsure what it wants to devour, then the intensity of the orange flames comes to life lovingly mingling with excitement from the shadows and seemingly wanting to dance under the sparkling emerald moonlight throughout this very unknown and forbidden private sanctuary.
“ And now you can see see why there are many people throughout the world that fears my sweet and lovely Miyamoto, she really has grown into quite an amazing woman with a particular intensive well-trained set of skills in international business etiquette and diplomatic protocol to go along with her excellent mixture of hand-to-hand combative martial arts that transforms her into very a mysterious and seductive femme fatale temptress whose allure and charm will ensnare both men and women, often leading them into very, very, very compromising, very, very, very dangerous, and very, very, very deadly situations. . .”
She seems to be mysteriously 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, mischievous smile coming from her very luscious and very alluring lips while caressing his muscular chest with her fingers.
“ People like yourself have always sought sanctuary by circling the wagons, or in your case, staying low to the ground when the bullets start to fly, rest in peace Tupac and Biggie, but I digress. These are some very troubling times for you, Brooke Bell. Unfortunately, for you, you would’ve been better served to bite a bullet like your predecessors in order to serve this community. You might say that Shadowlove-san has gone through some kind of epiphany and has become, how you say, born again. But, are you really that naïve to believe that he is somehow supposed to be impressed with you because you are trying to better yourself by stepping away from the mainstream stereotypes of your very meaningless NBW Women's Championship like this was some kind of changing water into wine miracle because you are stepping into a man’s world? By the way, for your information, women like yourself have come along way since this sports dark ages of the sports entertainment business, you're better off staying home, barefoot and pregnant, than be in Suckramento, California, this Monday night. We already know just how talented you really are, more so than anyone in this organization. But being in the squared-circle with someone like Travis McKenna-san in the UCI and NBW is such a very Far Cry from being in the squared-circle with The Handsome Half-breed Shadowlove-san in the UCI, NBW, and here in this organization. . .”
Suddenly, in KRAMER style move; twirling twice and performing a 7.3 on the Richter scale triple take as if coming through a door, stopping for a moment of silence, he closes his eyes while taking in the aura flowing through this very unknown and forbidden private sanctuary then cranes his head and looks up at the statue of Jesus being crucified on the cross. Looks familiar.
“ Brooke you're very, very likely to suffer some very unfavorable consequences believing that someone like yourself is just as ruthlessly combative, extremely aggressive and viciously violent enough to survive going completely unscathed in our little encounter at Monday Night Clash. You can act like some kind of Black Panther while you’re underestimating, misunderstanding and miscalculating the virtues of my double-dealing deceitfulness like I’m some kind of outlandishly wicked and cruel supermodel-like-movie-villain in a Zoolander remake. As you know, this common misconception has fuelled many wars and many conflicts of interest throughout my career. This is the one thing that has brought your fight to my doorstep in the first place when trying to thrive on your past success. Bonnie Blue thought she was fighting the good fight as well, she even came the closest to ending my career and she was someone that I would call a friend. You mean nothing to me Brooke. I left Bonnie Blue bruised, battered, and confused among the popcorn, the blood, the vomit, and the beer in the NBW as my long lasting kiss goodbye to her and the NBW before I brought my talent here to Action Wrestling. What do you think I'm going to do to you?. . .”
She runs her fingers seductively along his chiseled chin along his bowed 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.
“ Has anyone seen UCI World Heavyweight Champion Preecha Kamon-san ever since Shadowlove-san defeated his former stablemate and arch-rival Kevin Bishop-san back in the UCI days? Has anyone seen the remnants of the NBW after him and his former stablemates, The Harbingers, dispatched Vincent Pryde and The Insurgency? We can see that gleam in your eye Brooke Bell, you know that feeling when your heart starts pounding in your ears, the palms in your hands start perspiring so much because you're so excited to prove yourself to everyone in this organization when trying to be more than just the last remaining one-hit wonder piece of fabric from the soiled NBW shag carpeting because you're trying to put your name at the top of the marquee but only come crashing back down into reality because there was someone even more better looking and even more talented than you headlining in this match on Monday Night Crash. You really do like to keep up a good front in front of the camera but behind the scenes, you know that deep down, you will fold under the pressure-sensitiveness of his self-righteous indignation and self-righteous indulgences of his self-awareness seductive handsomeness like the dirty laundry that you are trying to launder in order to come out sparkling clean when trying to have that new car smell in the squared-circle. . .”
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.
“ People like Brooke and this, this wannabe lap dawg Reece Shaw of hers are a dime a dozen in the sports entertainment business. These very sensitive and insecure shameful people have always been jealous and envious of my celebrity type following that I have inside and outside of the squared-circle. The animosity that Brooke has towards me has seriously betrayed her accomplishments and have completely devalued her aspirations in the eyes of everyone in this organization. She is her own worst enemy really, I mean look at that off the rack long flowing black dress she was wearing Revolution and Oscar night, she’s just hurting herself in the long run expecting to have the all the jewelry of this organization just handed to her by just showing up backstage. Backstage? Really? The only thing that you will collect from everyone one in this organization will be that welfare check that you will be collecting come Tuesday morning dawlin’. . .”
He touches the foot on the statue of Jesus being crucified on the cross and spins around to face the viewing audience at home. The statue of Jesus starts to crumble around them in what appears to be in slow-motion.
“ That is the biggest difference between you and Shadowlove-san and myself, Brooke Bell, while you were trying to make a mark for yourself in the backstage of Staples Center at Revolution, Shadowlove-san and myself were right out front and center inside the squared-circle giving the Action Wrestling Hierarchy, every velveteen wrestler like yourself in the back behind the stage, and the Action Wrestling Fandom their money's worth. But do not fret to much that you don't have our celebrity following, like many others in this organization living life in obscurity, your career will be filled with the same hypocritical highs and lows of walking in the shadow of love. Your personal issues that you have with us have brought out that constant fear and guilt of knowing that your unresolved issues thriving from your upbringing as a small child in Brooklyn, New York, has really bruised your persona like a bag of fruit you get at the .99 cent store simply because, while being a former NBW Women's Champion, you just aren't as smart enough or as talented enough to climb the corporate ladder of success as Shadowlove-san and myself. . .”
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 knowing that she was all business.
“ Her very tiresome, hypocritical, inferiority complex type of personality is nothing new, the only real question is, what will Brooke Bell really bring to the conversation in our match at Monday Night Clash?. . .”
He climbs aboard the sophisticatedly carbon fibre and premium Ducati Diavel 1198cc Testastretta 11° Dual Spark V-twin high performance motorcycle, with Marchesini wheels and and slick Zircotec-coated dual exhaust pipes straddles the Vantablack dual leather.
“ No Doubt, her Gwen Stefani, samo-samo, he said, she said bullshit, pardon my French, when trying to sway some deaf tone singer into joining her team on The Voice. . .”
Moments later, the immense and incredibly powerful distinct sound from a Ducati 1198cc Testastretta 11° Dual Spark V-twin world-beating engine can be heard coming to life and echoes throughout this this very unknown and forbidden private sanctuary.
“ It will be quite easy to see why, under the circumstances, I bring out the very best and very worst in this wannabe judgmental one-hit wonder with her tough talking adrenaline street junkie attitude by weakening her character, both mentally and physically. . .”
She swings and pirouettes her leg, with catlike precision, over the Ducati Diavel 240/45 ZR17 Pirelli Diablo Rosso II with Marchesini forged and machined, 8.00 x 17, 10-spokes tire and straddles the Vantablack dual leather seat behind him and wrapping her arms and legs around him like a Black Widow Spider.
“ Sometimes, just sometimes, Brooke Bell, the very best of times and the very worst of times of your career can coincide with the irony of The Handsome Half-breed Shadowlove-san. . .”
He slowly raises his head in super slow motion and double raises an eyebrows with an ice cold psychopathic stare radiants from his sparkling blue eyes as his patented malevolent, tight wolfish, whiplash smile, slowly appearing 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 in the squared-circle like Brooke Bell. But why, when all you only need is just ONE. ONE to defeat Brooke Bell. 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 Brooke Bell just like you 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.
Veiled in an inland marine layer of foggy mist, contributing greatly to the wet environment just outside the very quaint little village of Miyamoto in Mimasaka, stood an Old Abandoned Church Of Final Judgment. The old grey stones of this very unknown and forbidden private sanctuary were only visible where the cherry blossoms had not yet bloomed and seemed to have come alive in an attempt to sweep over this very unknown and forbidden private sanctuary as the only remaining remanence of a first line of defense.
An immense and incredibly powerful distinct sound from a Ducati 1198cc Testastretta 11° Dual Spark V-twin world-beating engine can be heard echoing in the distance throughout the very quaint little village of Miyamoto in Mimasaka and, by the sound, seems to be coming closer and closer towards this very unknown and forbidden private sanctuary.
The once stained glass windows gave way to the branches of the cherry blossoms trees and have entered and intertwined their way through this very unknown and forbidden private sanctuary long ago. Sections of the ceiling had collapsed, giving way to a shade of sparkling emerald moonlight magically illuminating an altar within this very unknown and forbidden private sanctuary.
There was a small pile of partially charred bibles and charred wood just below the altar showing that not all people had forgotten about this very unknown and forbidden private sanctuary.
The immense and incredibly powerful distinct sound from a Ducati 1198cc Testastretta 11° Dual Spark V-twin world-beating engine can be heard echoing louder and louder and shaking the very foundation of this very unknown and forbidden private sanctuary.
This very unknown and forbidden private sanctuary that often seemed so far away to the outside world, so frigid and set apart from the natural beauty of the surrounding cherry blossom trees came alive with the combined smell of smoke, ash, incense, and with the sweet flowery scent of fragrances, has given way to an old world feeling of an awe inspiring sense of sharp and penetrating fascination of spiritual mystery.
Snap, Hiss.
A handheld percussive tube sparks up and glides through the air with the greatest of ease like some kind of out of control bizarre looking pyrotechnic firework gone seriously array before landing just below the altar and restarting the bonfire of partially burned bibles and charred wood. And illuminating. . .
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, sitting back relaxing on a pew with his fingers interlocked through his classic masculine and modern mussed, razor-textured, choppy finished dark brown hair behind his head.
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 perched up on the pew in front of him and crossed at the ankles.
His heart rate was a very relaxed 40 beats a minute as the oxygen in his blood helped the preternatural powers of his mind’s eye remain focused and alert to the surroundings around him. He seems to be enjoying the quiet, silent lucidity escapism from the rigmaroles of everyday life in Action Wrestling.
Quietly, to himself, he appears to be lip syncing a song, “WHO WANTS TO LIVE FOREVER” by Queen, that he was listening to on his (product placement) custom-made special edition Beats Studio gloss white wireless headphones:
His low dusky voice rings out fully, with all the charm and charisma that one can muster, mister and finally gets down to the business of Monday Night Clash as he starts painting his masterpiece:
“ Fuck, me. . .”
The sophisticatedly carbon fibre and premium Ducati Diavel 1198cc Testastretta 11° Dual Spark V-twin high performance motorcycle, with Marchesini wheels and and slick Zircotec-coated dual exhaust pipes, enters this very unknown and forbidden private sanctuary and cruises to a stop down the aisle way in front of the burning bonfire.
A gracefully sensuous petite, yet dignified, silhouette spoke of a female wearing a Vantablack carbon AGV Pista GP Helmet with her attractively well-proportioned, slim, trim, toned body built for sin was encased in a form-fitting Dainese Mike lady Vantablack leather jacket, a form-fitting Dainese Alien Vantablack leather pants, and Vantablack SIDI Adventure Gore-Tex boots, swings and pirouettes her leg, with Bushidō catlike precision, over the 4.5 gallon gas tank and Rizoma handlebars of the Ducati Diavel.
The silhouette figure slowly removes the Vantablack carbon AGV Pista GP Helmet with Vantablack fingerless gloves revealing the angelic looking face of his sweet and lovely personal bodyguard/valet and femme fatale temptress, “The Fashionista Sensei” Miss Miyamoto.
Her raven black hair was pulled back in a French braid showing off her angelic face with her intoxicatingly, incandescent almond shaped green eyes hidden behind her iconic Ray-Ban Wayfarer sunglasses that were strategically placed on her perfectly flawless nose.
Her sweet as honey, harmoniously hypnotizing, smooth as silk, smoky voice radiating through her very luscious and very alluring lips:
“ Now, what kind of hosts would we have been by not showing up to this meet and greet with everyone in Action Wrestling at Revolution, especially since they were coming into our backyard to do business?. . .”
He feels a chill in the air at the thought of these uninvited “house guests” trouncing around in his backyard and starts skimming through a history book of Action Wrestling, more like a pamphlet left on a windshield really, and not all that impressed with the uninvited guest list and throws the pamphlet into the burning bonfire.
“ If they wanted to try to burn down our house then who would I be not to return the favor? After all, when it comes to the sports entertainment business, presentation is everything. . .”
His custom-made Calvin Klein crocodile skinned pants starts to vibrate. Reaching into the pocket, he feels around for the vibration, no that's not it, and removes a deep, high-gloss Vantablack 5.8-inch model Apple iPhone X Plus (product placement) and looks down at the pressure-sensitive, oleophobic coating, scratch-resistant OLED screen. He takes a selfie and shoots, pun intended, all the trolls in this organization a copy of his Action Wrestling application, actionwrestling.freeforums.net/thread/318/shadowlove-miyamoto, enough said.
“ We show up onto the scene and all hell starts to breaks loose. And that, my friends, is why we were paid $4,725,000 for just showing up in this organization at Revolution. After all, El Hermoso Mestizo de la Raza and The Hariuddoburondo Conglomerate have been on very good terms with Mara Salvatrucha in the City of Angels for quite some time now. Besides, Gravedigger knows a good investment when he sees one. And just by my mere presence of being a silver-tongued devil, no one, and I mean no one, will draw just as much fan applause and just as much fan heat equally from everyone in this organization like my reputation has been known for doing throughout the sports entertainment business. . .”
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 of a Goddess of the Rising Sun and a 21st century female samurai warrior known for her bravery and strength and looks at him then into the camera at the viewing audience watching at home.
“ He very simply exudes a condescending confidence and antagonistic arrogance and ruthless manipulative and unscrupulous influential psychological mindset toughness outside of the squared-circle and an all-around, well-balanced physiological skillset toughness inside of the squared-circle while oozing God-given laissez-faire attitude and Hollywood Blockbuster Superstar Fashion Model Machismo that is second-to-none. . .”
He rises up from the pew and makes his way towards the bonfire and pokes the bonfire with his custom-made Calvin Klein alligator skinned boot. The bonfire seems to die a little as if unsure what it wants to devour, then the intensity of the orange flames comes to life lovingly mingling with excitement from the shadows and seemingly wanting to dance under the sparkling emerald moonlight throughout this very unknown and forbidden private sanctuary.
“ And now you can see see why there are many people throughout the world that fears my sweet and lovely Miyamoto, she really has grown into quite an amazing woman with a particular intensive well-trained set of skills in international business etiquette and diplomatic protocol to go along with her excellent mixture of hand-to-hand combative martial arts that transforms her into very a mysterious and seductive femme fatale temptress whose allure and charm will ensnare both men and women, often leading them into very, very, very compromising, very, very, very dangerous, and very, very, very deadly situations. . .”
She seems to be mysteriously 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, mischievous smile coming from her very luscious and very alluring lips while caressing his muscular chest with her fingers.
“ People like yourself have always sought sanctuary by circling the wagons, or in your case, staying low to the ground when the bullets start to fly, rest in peace Tupac and Biggie, but I digress. These are some very troubling times for you, Brooke Bell. Unfortunately, for you, you would’ve been better served to bite a bullet like your predecessors in order to serve this community. You might say that Shadowlove-san has gone through some kind of epiphany and has become, how you say, born again. But, are you really that naïve to believe that he is somehow supposed to be impressed with you because you are trying to better yourself by stepping away from the mainstream stereotypes of your very meaningless NBW Women's Championship like this was some kind of changing water into wine miracle because you are stepping into a man’s world? By the way, for your information, women like yourself have come along way since this sports dark ages of the sports entertainment business, you're better off staying home, barefoot and pregnant, than be in Suckramento, California, this Monday night. We already know just how talented you really are, more so than anyone in this organization. But being in the squared-circle with someone like Travis McKenna-san in the UCI and NBW is such a very Far Cry from being in the squared-circle with The Handsome Half-breed Shadowlove-san in the UCI, NBW, and here in this organization. . .”
Suddenly, in KRAMER style move; twirling twice and performing a 7.3 on the Richter scale triple take as if coming through a door, stopping for a moment of silence, he closes his eyes while taking in the aura flowing through this very unknown and forbidden private sanctuary then cranes his head and looks up at the statue of Jesus being crucified on the cross. Looks familiar.
“ Brooke you're very, very likely to suffer some very unfavorable consequences believing that someone like yourself is just as ruthlessly combative, extremely aggressive and viciously violent enough to survive going completely unscathed in our little encounter at Monday Night Clash. You can act like some kind of Black Panther while you’re underestimating, misunderstanding and miscalculating the virtues of my double-dealing deceitfulness like I’m some kind of outlandishly wicked and cruel supermodel-like-movie-villain in a Zoolander remake. As you know, this common misconception has fuelled many wars and many conflicts of interest throughout my career. This is the one thing that has brought your fight to my doorstep in the first place when trying to thrive on your past success. Bonnie Blue thought she was fighting the good fight as well, she even came the closest to ending my career and she was someone that I would call a friend. You mean nothing to me Brooke. I left Bonnie Blue bruised, battered, and confused among the popcorn, the blood, the vomit, and the beer in the NBW as my long lasting kiss goodbye to her and the NBW before I brought my talent here to Action Wrestling. What do you think I'm going to do to you?. . .”
She runs her fingers seductively along his chiseled chin along his bowed 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.
“ Has anyone seen UCI World Heavyweight Champion Preecha Kamon-san ever since Shadowlove-san defeated his former stablemate and arch-rival Kevin Bishop-san back in the UCI days? Has anyone seen the remnants of the NBW after him and his former stablemates, The Harbingers, dispatched Vincent Pryde and The Insurgency? We can see that gleam in your eye Brooke Bell, you know that feeling when your heart starts pounding in your ears, the palms in your hands start perspiring so much because you're so excited to prove yourself to everyone in this organization when trying to be more than just the last remaining one-hit wonder piece of fabric from the soiled NBW shag carpeting because you're trying to put your name at the top of the marquee but only come crashing back down into reality because there was someone even more better looking and even more talented than you headlining in this match on Monday Night Crash. You really do like to keep up a good front in front of the camera but behind the scenes, you know that deep down, you will fold under the pressure-sensitiveness of his self-righteous indignation and self-righteous indulgences of his self-awareness seductive handsomeness like the dirty laundry that you are trying to launder in order to come out sparkling clean when trying to have that new car smell in the squared-circle. . .”
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.
“ People like Brooke and this, this wannabe lap dawg Reece Shaw of hers are a dime a dozen in the sports entertainment business. These very sensitive and insecure shameful people have always been jealous and envious of my celebrity type following that I have inside and outside of the squared-circle. The animosity that Brooke has towards me has seriously betrayed her accomplishments and have completely devalued her aspirations in the eyes of everyone in this organization. She is her own worst enemy really, I mean look at that off the rack long flowing black dress she was wearing Revolution and Oscar night, she’s just hurting herself in the long run expecting to have the all the jewelry of this organization just handed to her by just showing up backstage. Backstage? Really? The only thing that you will collect from everyone one in this organization will be that welfare check that you will be collecting come Tuesday morning dawlin’. . .”
He touches the foot on the statue of Jesus being crucified on the cross and spins around to face the viewing audience at home. The statue of Jesus starts to crumble around them in what appears to be in slow-motion.
“ That is the biggest difference between you and Shadowlove-san and myself, Brooke Bell, while you were trying to make a mark for yourself in the backstage of Staples Center at Revolution, Shadowlove-san and myself were right out front and center inside the squared-circle giving the Action Wrestling Hierarchy, every velveteen wrestler like yourself in the back behind the stage, and the Action Wrestling Fandom their money's worth. But do not fret to much that you don't have our celebrity following, like many others in this organization living life in obscurity, your career will be filled with the same hypocritical highs and lows of walking in the shadow of love. Your personal issues that you have with us have brought out that constant fear and guilt of knowing that your unresolved issues thriving from your upbringing as a small child in Brooklyn, New York, has really bruised your persona like a bag of fruit you get at the .99 cent store simply because, while being a former NBW Women's Champion, you just aren't as smart enough or as talented enough to climb the corporate ladder of success as Shadowlove-san and myself. . .”
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 knowing that she was all business.
“ Her very tiresome, hypocritical, inferiority complex type of personality is nothing new, the only real question is, what will Brooke Bell really bring to the conversation in our match at Monday Night Clash?. . .”
He climbs aboard the sophisticatedly carbon fibre and premium Ducati Diavel 1198cc Testastretta 11° Dual Spark V-twin high performance motorcycle, with Marchesini wheels and and slick Zircotec-coated dual exhaust pipes straddles the Vantablack dual leather.
“ No Doubt, her Gwen Stefani, samo-samo, he said, she said bullshit, pardon my French, when trying to sway some deaf tone singer into joining her team on The Voice. . .”
Moments later, the immense and incredibly powerful distinct sound from a Ducati 1198cc Testastretta 11° Dual Spark V-twin world-beating engine can be heard coming to life and echoes throughout this this very unknown and forbidden private sanctuary.
“ It will be quite easy to see why, under the circumstances, I bring out the very best and very worst in this wannabe judgmental one-hit wonder with her tough talking adrenaline street junkie attitude by weakening her character, both mentally and physically. . .”
She swings and pirouettes her leg, with catlike precision, over the Ducati Diavel 240/45 ZR17 Pirelli Diablo Rosso II with Marchesini forged and machined, 8.00 x 17, 10-spokes tire and straddles the Vantablack dual leather seat behind him and wrapping her arms and legs around him like a Black Widow Spider.
“ Sometimes, just sometimes, Brooke Bell, the very best of times and the very worst of times of your career can coincide with the irony of The Handsome Half-breed Shadowlove-san. . .”
He slowly raises his head in super slow motion and double raises an eyebrows with an ice cold psychopathic stare radiants from his sparkling blue eyes as his patented malevolent, tight wolfish, whiplash smile, slowly appearing 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 in the squared-circle like Brooke Bell. But why, when all you only need is just ONE. ONE to defeat Brooke Bell. 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 Brooke Bell just like you 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.