Post by Shadowlove on Mar 7, 2018 3:18:25 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 a digitally remastered old grainy black and white video image of . . .]
North East Okayama Prefecture On The Border Of Hyogo Prefecture, Japan, Present Day, around the midnight hour. . .
The sound inside The Hariuddoburondo Ryū Dōjō was akin to the sun rising in the East and the sun setting in the West and resulting in a cutting-edge silent lucidity that was threatening, overpowering, and yet had a sense of subdued tranquility.
A very hypnotizing and very rhythmic heart beating of a very formal, very ceremonial, and very traditional TAIKO DRUMS was forming a sense of life throughout the Ryū Dōjō:
Somewhere in the deep dark recesses of the mind’s eye, you begin to wonder if you ever existed at all or was this all just a some kind of Twilight Zone-esque dream concocted by your own conscious, subconscious mind.
Upon hearing very hypnotizing and very rhythmic heart beating of a very formal, very ceremonial, and very traditional TAIKO DRUMS, 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, begins to stir from his peaceful sleep as if waking up from having some extra, extra, special, special, hot and steamy sexy, sexy, extracurricular activities.
The antechamber itself was void of all the aesthetics nuances that you, the viewing audience, were accustomed of seeing from "The Handsome Half-breed” Shadowlove and his sweet and lovely Miyamoto.
The entire antechamber was covered entirely in the highest degree of reflective metallic silver mirroring except for the traditional tatami mat flooring made of rice straw and bound together with a finer, softer, rush of straw and the most eye-catchingly expensive and luxurious magnetic floating memory foam bed molding to the shape of an individual's body hovering above the traditional tatami mat flooring in the center of the room.
His muscular body was molded into the eye-catchingly expensive and luxurious magnetic floating memory foam bed. His head resting on a couple of hypoallergenic goose down and goose feather pillows with his hands interlocked in his classic masculine and modern mussed, razor-textured, choppy finished dark brown hair behind his head showing off his fighter's face with an ice cold stare radiating from his sparkling blue eyes. He was covered from the waist down with a Charlotte Thomas Bed Sheet made of high quality Merino wool fabric that was woven with small amounts of gold carat and silk jacquard ensuring a most comfortable and peaceful sleep while showing off the upper body of a Greek God, with a muscular chest and washboard abs.
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 the sports entertainment business.
His low dusky voice rings out fully, with all the charm and charisma that one can muster, mister and gets down to the business of dealing with the morning after winning or losing inside of the squared-circle and starting the day with his morning ritual outside of the squared-circle as he starts painting his masterpiece:
“ Fuck, me. . .”
He begins sliding out of luxurious magnetic floating memory foam bed hovering over the traditional tatami mat flooring in the center of the room, 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 sits upright on the side of luxurious magnetic floating memory foam bed with his bare feet levitating a couple of feet over the traditional tatami mat flooring in the center of the room.
He rocks both his legs from the knee down and jumps down from the side of luxurious magnetic floating memory foam bed, hovering for a second in mid-air like he was Neo in The Matrix, and sticks the two foot landing like an Olympic gymnast on the traditional tatami mat flooring then starts performing a set of 10 standard push-ups, a set of 10 one armed push-ups alternating touching his left hand on his right knee and right hand on his left knee, and finishing off with a set of 10 handstand push-ups and pops back up to his feet and sticks the landing. Scoring perfect 10’s from the judges, except for the Russian judge who gives him a score of 9.9, if you're scoring at home.
Suddenly, for some very odd reason, in a KRAMER style move; twirling twice and performing a 7.3 on the Richter scale triple take as if coming through a door, he notices his reflection out of the corner of his sparkling blue eyes and poses naturally “Full Monty” style in a very calm, relaxed, mellow fashion in front of one of the sheets of the highly reflective metallic silver mirroring, just long enough for the viewing audience watching at home to hit their record button on their DVRs in order to save the image of a perfect specimen for prosperity.
Woosh!. . .
The first 32” Vantablack carbon fiber Makiwaraya arrow with razor-sharp shita-kitae triple-bladed broadhead flies through one of the sheets of the highly reflective metallic silver mirroring towards him clockwise at 335 feet per second when he catches the arrow with his right hand.
Woosh!. . .
Before he even has a chance to regain his senses, the second Vantablack carbon fiber Makiwaraya arrow with razor-sharp shita-kitae triple-bladed broadhead flies through the same sheet of the highly reflective metallic silver mirroring towards him counterclockwise at 335 feet per second when he catches the arrow with his left hand.
Woosh!. . .
The third 32” Vantablack carbon fiber Makiwaraya arrow with razor-sharp shita-kitae triple-bladed broadhead flies towards him in a mysterious clockwise and counterclockwise left and right handed twist at 335 feet per second when he turns his head at the very last second in the nick-of-time as he walks through the now open same sheet of the highly reflective metallic silver mirroring.
He turns his head back around and glares at his sweet and lovely Miyamoto with the third Vantablack carbon fiber Makiwaraya arrow with razor-sharp shita-kitae triple-bladed broadhead caught between his perfectly white even teeth.
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 “ That's why they call me, The New Face Of The Franchise, The Whole New F'N Show, The New Mr. Last Action Hero of Wrestling, or whatever new expletive that Action Wrestling wants to put in front of my name whiplash smile that just charms the hell out of everyone in this organization” flamboyant, stylistic supermodel deus ex machina shit-eating grin.
She was holding a Yumi Bow, known as Kyudo, or "Way of the Bow", in her right hand, with her right foot pointing down range in a shooting stance towards him. Her feet were shoulder length apart and squared in a shooter's stance on the cast iron balustrade of the indoor grand balcony of the Ryū Dōjō.
Her raven black hair was pulled back in a French braid showing off her angelic looking face with her intoxicatingly, incandescent almond shaped green eyes hidden behind a pair of iconic Ray-Ban Wayfarer sunglasses strategically placed on her perfectly flawless nose as she made no movement whatsoever, controlling her breathing, bow string pulled back taut left handed with a fourth 32” Vantablack carbon fiber Makiwaraya red turkey feather arrow with razor-sharp shita-kitae triple-bladed broadhead aimed at his heart.
Her attractively well-proportioned, slim, trim, toned body built for sin was encased in the most iconic Black Montsuki & Forest Green Seven Deep-pleated Hakama, the pleats are said to be representative of the seven virtues of Bushidō, considered essential to the samurai way. She was also barefoot with the exception for the stark white tape wrapped around her feet and ankles.
Kyudo places as much emphasis on spiritual and moral development as it does accuracy and skill. It is a very serious discipline, drawing from the ancient Samurai traditions.
“ Nyet!. . .”
The Infamous Superstar's Mother, Akasha’s strong, ethereally supple in a combination of sheer vulnerability and electrifying powerful voice echoes off the stone walls of the Ryū Dōjō.
His sweet and lovely Miyamoto had what appears to be a red crimson red silk sash strategically wrapped around her waist and leg leading up to the ceiling of the Ryū Dōjō as she uses Bushidō catlike precision showing off her grace and flexibility in a Cirque du Soleil-inspired acrobatic stylistic and breathtakingly stunning, twisting and turning, aerial dance off the the cast iron balustrade of the indoor grand balcony and sticks the landing in the center of the tatami floor below as if nothing has happened and stands there looking at him up and down with her arms crossed over her chest.
Her sweet as honey, harmoniously hypnotizing, smooth as silk, smoky voice radiating through her very luscious and very alluring lips:
“ Put your shorts back on, cowboy, we’re not quite finished here just yet, my love. . .”
A porcelain skinned Geisha wearing a Shimada-styled nihongami wig and a formal black kimono, with her obi tied in the taiko style, enters the Ryū Dōjō carrying a polished wooden serving tray with a pair of neatly folded custom-made Calvin Klein crocodile skinned workout shorts and quietly makes her way towards him. She traditionally, formally, ceremonially bows towards him with her arms down at her sides while still holding the polished wooden serving tray and offers him the pair of neatly folded custom-made Calvin Klein crocodile skinned workout shorts.
He places the three 32” Vantablack carbon fiber Makiwaraya red turkey feather arrow with razor-sharp shita-kitae triple-bladed broadhead onto the polished wooden serving tray in exchange for the neatly folded custom-made Calvin Klein crocodile skinned workout shorts and slips into the workout shorts by jumping into them as the Geisha appears to blush under her porcelain skin and quickly disappears back into the darkness of the Ryū Dōjō.
He sits Indian-style, the wagon burning way and not the taxi driving way, making no physical movement in the seven-point meditation posture with a stillness of serene authority, most prized by the Japanese, in the center of the padded tatami floor under the star light, star brightness of the moonlight cascading down through the octagon shaped atrium.
His heart rate still remains a very relaxed 40 beats a minute as the oxygen in his blood helps the preternatural powers of his mind’s eye to remain focused and alert to the surroundings around him and quietly to himself, starts reciting the “Hannya-Shin-Kyū, The Heart Mantra”, taught to him by his mother, Akasha, as a child to calm his nerves as he enters the Kokutan, the so-called black breath that will empty his mind, body, heart, and soul of any superfluous thoughts and actions:
“ Body is nothing more than emptiness, emptiness is nothing more than body. The body is exactly empty, and emptiness is exactly body. The other four aspects of human existence -- feeling, thought, will, and consciousness -- are likewise nothing more than emptiness, and emptiness nothing more than they. All things are empty: Nothing is born, nothing dies, nothing is pure, nothing is stained, nothing increases and nothing decreases. So, in emptiness, there is no body, no feeling, no thought, no will, no consciousness. There are no eyes, no ears, no nose, no tongue, no body, no mind.There is no seeing, no hearing, no smelling, no tasting, no touching, no imagining. . ."
“ There is nothing seen, nor heard, nor smelled, nor tasted, nor touched, nor imagined. There is no ignorance, and no end to ignorance. There is no old age and death, and no end to old age and death. There is no suffering, no cause of suffering, no end to suffering, no path to follow. There is no attainment of wisdom, and no wisdom to attain.The Bodhisattvas rely on the Perfection of Wisdom, and so with no delusions, they feel no fear, and have Nirvana here and now. All the Buddhas, past, present, and future, rely on the Perfection of Wisdom, and live in full enlightenment. The Perfection of Wisdom is the greatest mantra. It is the clearest mantra, the highest mantra, the mantra that removes all suffering. This is truth that cannot be doubted.. . ."
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.
She runs her fingers seductively along his chiseled chin and raises his 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.
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.
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 as she once again starts twirling his classically masculine and modern mussed, razor-textured, choppy finished dark brown hair through her fingers with carnal fascination and malignant pleasure that sends chills through him and soothes his mind, body, heart, and soul knowing that she was all business.
[ The High Definition Video Ends ]
North East Okayama Prefecture On The Border Of Hyogo Prefecture, Japan, Present Day, around the midnight hour. . .
The sound inside The Hariuddoburondo Ryū Dōjō was akin to the sun rising in the East and the sun setting in the West and resulting in a cutting-edge silent lucidity that was threatening, overpowering, and yet had a sense of subdued tranquility.
A very hypnotizing and very rhythmic heart beating of a very formal, very ceremonial, and very traditional TAIKO DRUMS was forming a sense of life throughout the Ryū Dōjō:
Somewhere in the deep dark recesses of the mind’s eye, you begin to wonder if you ever existed at all or was this all just a some kind of Twilight Zone-esque dream concocted by your own conscious, subconscious mind.
Upon hearing very hypnotizing and very rhythmic heart beating of a very formal, very ceremonial, and very traditional TAIKO DRUMS, 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, begins to stir from his peaceful sleep as if waking up from having some extra, extra, special, special, hot and steamy sexy, sexy, extracurricular activities.
The antechamber itself was void of all the aesthetics nuances that you, the viewing audience, were accustomed of seeing from "The Handsome Half-breed” Shadowlove and his sweet and lovely Miyamoto.
The entire antechamber was covered entirely in the highest degree of reflective metallic silver mirroring except for the traditional tatami mat flooring made of rice straw and bound together with a finer, softer, rush of straw and the most eye-catchingly expensive and luxurious magnetic floating memory foam bed molding to the shape of an individual's body hovering above the traditional tatami mat flooring in the center of the room.
His muscular body was molded into the eye-catchingly expensive and luxurious magnetic floating memory foam bed. His head resting on a couple of hypoallergenic goose down and goose feather pillows with his hands interlocked in his classic masculine and modern mussed, razor-textured, choppy finished dark brown hair behind his head showing off his fighter's face with an ice cold stare radiating from his sparkling blue eyes. He was covered from the waist down with a Charlotte Thomas Bed Sheet made of high quality Merino wool fabric that was woven with small amounts of gold carat and silk jacquard ensuring a most comfortable and peaceful sleep while showing off the upper body of a Greek God, with a muscular chest and washboard abs.
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 the sports entertainment business.
His low dusky voice rings out fully, with all the charm and charisma that one can muster, mister and gets down to the business of dealing with the morning after winning or losing inside of the squared-circle and starting the day with his morning ritual outside of the squared-circle as he starts painting his masterpiece:
“ Fuck, me. . .”
He begins sliding out of luxurious magnetic floating memory foam bed hovering over the traditional tatami mat flooring in the center of the room, 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 sits upright on the side of luxurious magnetic floating memory foam bed with his bare feet levitating a couple of feet over the traditional tatami mat flooring in the center of the room.
He rocks both his legs from the knee down and jumps down from the side of luxurious magnetic floating memory foam bed, hovering for a second in mid-air like he was Neo in The Matrix, and sticks the two foot landing like an Olympic gymnast on the traditional tatami mat flooring then starts performing a set of 10 standard push-ups, a set of 10 one armed push-ups alternating touching his left hand on his right knee and right hand on his left knee, and finishing off with a set of 10 handstand push-ups and pops back up to his feet and sticks the landing. Scoring perfect 10’s from the judges, except for the Russian judge who gives him a score of 9.9, if you're scoring at home.
Suddenly, for some very odd reason, in a KRAMER style move; twirling twice and performing a 7.3 on the Richter scale triple take as if coming through a door, he notices his reflection out of the corner of his sparkling blue eyes and poses naturally “Full Monty” style in a very calm, relaxed, mellow fashion in front of one of the sheets of the highly reflective metallic silver mirroring, just long enough for the viewing audience watching at home to hit their record button on their DVRs in order to save the image of a perfect specimen for prosperity.
Woosh!. . .
The first 32” Vantablack carbon fiber Makiwaraya arrow with razor-sharp shita-kitae triple-bladed broadhead flies through one of the sheets of the highly reflective metallic silver mirroring towards him clockwise at 335 feet per second when he catches the arrow with his right hand.
Woosh!. . .
Before he even has a chance to regain his senses, the second Vantablack carbon fiber Makiwaraya arrow with razor-sharp shita-kitae triple-bladed broadhead flies through the same sheet of the highly reflective metallic silver mirroring towards him counterclockwise at 335 feet per second when he catches the arrow with his left hand.
Woosh!. . .
The third 32” Vantablack carbon fiber Makiwaraya arrow with razor-sharp shita-kitae triple-bladed broadhead flies towards him in a mysterious clockwise and counterclockwise left and right handed twist at 335 feet per second when he turns his head at the very last second in the nick-of-time as he walks through the now open same sheet of the highly reflective metallic silver mirroring.
He turns his head back around and glares at his sweet and lovely Miyamoto with the third Vantablack carbon fiber Makiwaraya arrow with razor-sharp shita-kitae triple-bladed broadhead caught between his perfectly white even teeth.
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 “ That's why they call me, The New Face Of The Franchise, The Whole New F'N Show, The New Mr. Last Action Hero of Wrestling, or whatever new expletive that Action Wrestling wants to put in front of my name whiplash smile that just charms the hell out of everyone in this organization” flamboyant, stylistic supermodel deus ex machina shit-eating grin.
She was holding a Yumi Bow, known as Kyudo, or "Way of the Bow", in her right hand, with her right foot pointing down range in a shooting stance towards him. Her feet were shoulder length apart and squared in a shooter's stance on the cast iron balustrade of the indoor grand balcony of the Ryū Dōjō.
Her raven black hair was pulled back in a French braid showing off her angelic looking face with her intoxicatingly, incandescent almond shaped green eyes hidden behind a pair of iconic Ray-Ban Wayfarer sunglasses strategically placed on her perfectly flawless nose as she made no movement whatsoever, controlling her breathing, bow string pulled back taut left handed with a fourth 32” Vantablack carbon fiber Makiwaraya red turkey feather arrow with razor-sharp shita-kitae triple-bladed broadhead aimed at his heart.
Her attractively well-proportioned, slim, trim, toned body built for sin was encased in the most iconic Black Montsuki & Forest Green Seven Deep-pleated Hakama, the pleats are said to be representative of the seven virtues of Bushidō, considered essential to the samurai way. She was also barefoot with the exception for the stark white tape wrapped around her feet and ankles.
Kyudo places as much emphasis on spiritual and moral development as it does accuracy and skill. It is a very serious discipline, drawing from the ancient Samurai traditions.
“ Nyet!. . .”
The Infamous Superstar's Mother, Akasha’s strong, ethereally supple in a combination of sheer vulnerability and electrifying powerful voice echoes off the stone walls of the Ryū Dōjō.
His sweet and lovely Miyamoto had what appears to be a red crimson red silk sash strategically wrapped around her waist and leg leading up to the ceiling of the Ryū Dōjō as she uses Bushidō catlike precision showing off her grace and flexibility in a Cirque du Soleil-inspired acrobatic stylistic and breathtakingly stunning, twisting and turning, aerial dance off the the cast iron balustrade of the indoor grand balcony and sticks the landing in the center of the tatami floor below as if nothing has happened and stands there looking at him up and down with her arms crossed over her chest.
Her sweet as honey, harmoniously hypnotizing, smooth as silk, smoky voice radiating through her very luscious and very alluring lips:
“ Put your shorts back on, cowboy, we’re not quite finished here just yet, my love. . .”
A porcelain skinned Geisha wearing a Shimada-styled nihongami wig and a formal black kimono, with her obi tied in the taiko style, enters the Ryū Dōjō carrying a polished wooden serving tray with a pair of neatly folded custom-made Calvin Klein crocodile skinned workout shorts and quietly makes her way towards him. She traditionally, formally, ceremonially bows towards him with her arms down at her sides while still holding the polished wooden serving tray and offers him the pair of neatly folded custom-made Calvin Klein crocodile skinned workout shorts.
He places the three 32” Vantablack carbon fiber Makiwaraya red turkey feather arrow with razor-sharp shita-kitae triple-bladed broadhead onto the polished wooden serving tray in exchange for the neatly folded custom-made Calvin Klein crocodile skinned workout shorts and slips into the workout shorts by jumping into them as the Geisha appears to blush under her porcelain skin and quickly disappears back into the darkness of the Ryū Dōjō.
He sits Indian-style, the wagon burning way and not the taxi driving way, making no physical movement in the seven-point meditation posture with a stillness of serene authority, most prized by the Japanese, in the center of the padded tatami floor under the star light, star brightness of the moonlight cascading down through the octagon shaped atrium.
His heart rate still remains a very relaxed 40 beats a minute as the oxygen in his blood helps the preternatural powers of his mind’s eye to remain focused and alert to the surroundings around him and quietly to himself, starts reciting the “Hannya-Shin-Kyū, The Heart Mantra”, taught to him by his mother, Akasha, as a child to calm his nerves as he enters the Kokutan, the so-called black breath that will empty his mind, body, heart, and soul of any superfluous thoughts and actions:
“ Body is nothing more than emptiness, emptiness is nothing more than body. The body is exactly empty, and emptiness is exactly body. The other four aspects of human existence -- feeling, thought, will, and consciousness -- are likewise nothing more than emptiness, and emptiness nothing more than they. All things are empty: Nothing is born, nothing dies, nothing is pure, nothing is stained, nothing increases and nothing decreases. So, in emptiness, there is no body, no feeling, no thought, no will, no consciousness. There are no eyes, no ears, no nose, no tongue, no body, no mind.There is no seeing, no hearing, no smelling, no tasting, no touching, no imagining. . ."
“ There is nothing seen, nor heard, nor smelled, nor tasted, nor touched, nor imagined. There is no ignorance, and no end to ignorance. There is no old age and death, and no end to old age and death. There is no suffering, no cause of suffering, no end to suffering, no path to follow. There is no attainment of wisdom, and no wisdom to attain.The Bodhisattvas rely on the Perfection of Wisdom, and so with no delusions, they feel no fear, and have Nirvana here and now. All the Buddhas, past, present, and future, rely on the Perfection of Wisdom, and live in full enlightenment. The Perfection of Wisdom is the greatest mantra. It is the clearest mantra, the highest mantra, the mantra that removes all suffering. This is truth that cannot be doubted.. . ."
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.
She runs her fingers seductively along his chiseled chin and raises his 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.
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.
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 as she once again starts twirling his classically masculine and modern mussed, razor-textured, choppy finished dark brown hair through her fingers with carnal fascination and malignant pleasure that sends chills through him and soothes his mind, body, heart, and soul knowing that she was all business.
[ The High Definition Video Ends ]