Where You Goin’ With That Shotgun, Huckleberry?
Nov 14, 2019 2:12:14 GMT -5
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Post by Shadowlove on Nov 14, 2019 2:12:14 GMT -5
North East Okayama Prefecture On The Border Of Hyogo Prefecture, Modern Day Japan, around the midnight hour…
Your favorite and most polarizing modern day charismatic and charming, egotistical, narcissistic, politically incorrect, felicitating, self-righteous, second-generation megalomaniac and apex predator, “The Handsome Half-breed” Shadowlove, was sitting nude Indian-style in the center of an orchard of cherry blossom trees under a mysterious black rain cascading down upon him.
He was fully entrenched inside the Kokutan, the so-called black breath that removes all sense of superfluous thoughts and actions within his mind, body, heart, and soul.
His sweet and lovely femme fatale temptress, “The Fashionista Sensei” Miss Miyamoto, was safely standing out of the black rain a few feet away from him under a Dulce & Gabbana Vantablack and silver-tone dragon-headed handled umbrella.
Her sweet as honey, harmoniously hypnotizing, smooth as silk, smoky voice radiating through her very luscious and very alluring lips:
“ Shadowlove-san wa jūrai, suwatte iru jikan no ōku o sugosu keikō ga aru hitoda to kangae rarete imashita. Fukai meisō o shite iru ma wa yaya fu kappatsude, puroresu ringu no supōtsuentāteimentobijinesu no puroresurā o, dokuzen-tekina digri to dokuzen-tekina kandai-sa de mite imasu. Masuda Teijin-san wa, kono soshiki de ikinobite iru kimyōna sōzō-jō no kaibutsu yori mo, korera no inochi yori mo ōkina seikaku, korosu tame no yūki, matawa korera no i mishiranu hito to chigai wa arimasen.”
Quietly, to himself, he translates, “ Shadowlove is conventionally thought of as being a person tending to spend much of his time seated; somewhat inactive, while in deep meditation, that views professional wrestlers in the professional wrestling sports entertainment business with self-righteous indignation and an abundance of self-righteous indulgences. Masuda Teijin is no different from these bigger-than-life personalities, these dames to kill for, or these butt ugly stranger than strange imaginary monsters that currently make a living running rampant within this organization.” that she spoke in Japanese.
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:
“ My interest in you, Masuda, isn’t with the artisan, gangster, merchant, storytelling monk that you’ve made yourself out to be and with whom I’ve trained under throughout my many years in the professional wrestling sports entertainment business. My interest in you is with our insignificant varied overlapping skill set inside and outside of the squared-circle. Can you compare to this Rembrandt painting, this picture perfect design, that is my condescending confidence and antagonistic arrogance and ruthlessly manipulative and unscrupulous influential psychological mindset toughness outside of the squared-circle and my all-around, well-balanced physiological skillset toughness inside of the squared-circle that’s standing before you?”
He slithers through the mud, 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 rises to his feet then ceremonially and traditionally bows with his arms down along his sides towards Masuda watching at home.
“ Regardless of your meta-insignificant ambivalent attitude, Masuda Teijin-san, your self-preservation of your self-defined identity has made you become extinct in the ever-present, effervescent, and everlasting shadowy eclipse departing from the usual and accepted standards of profane open resistance and bold deviant disobedience.”
He 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 and mud off his fingers towards the camera.
“ It is with this knowledge of my psychological mindset toughness outside of the squared-circle and with this wisdom of my all-around, well-balanced physiological skillset toughness inside of the squared-circle that I studied the strengths and weaknesses of the tori no gyōshōnin, the street peddlers, along with the sutorītogyanburā, the street gamblers, that can be seen hawking their mediocre wrestling skills throughout Japan. And now, you’ve come back to America as this gaijin, this outsider, gambling, peddling, and selling your illegal fortune-telling prostitution wrestling skills into a life of crime in Action Wrestling. You may be viewed by AW’s Hierarchy, every velveteen wrestler behind the curtain in the back, and AW’s Fandom from the aspects of both romance and terror because you defeated Odin Balfore, Masuda, but in the end, you will learn firsthand why I’m the chivalrous descendant of a God, not the God, but a God in the professional wrestling sports entertainment business that helped destroy the World Championship reign of one, Dandy DiVito.”
He might’ve lost to Dandy DiVito with true Rōnin Samurai Japanese-style but he supplied Lissie Hope with the knowledge and wisdom needed in how to defeat Dandy DiVito to become AW World Champion.
“ You might’ve disowned your father’s memory and disrespected your uncle, the late Masuda Jubei-san, and everything that he represented in the professional wrestling sports entertainment business. But we will see just how superstitious of a person that you really are, Masuda Teijin-san, when we make the aristocrat martyred vengeful spirit Goryo show your true nature when your crimson blood bleeds out from underneath the mask.”
She mysteriously conjures 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.
“ You see, AW’s Hierarchy, every velveteen wrestler behind the curtain in the back, and AW’s Fandom think that I lack the honor and respect of strong moral principles inside and outside of the squared circle. What everyone like yourself fails to realize is that the only thing that really matters to me is the code of jingi, justice and duty, and the code of giri, burden of obligation, by showing my undying honor, respect, and loyalty when it comes to being representative of my family's moral, immoral, and amoral unpredictable condescending confidence and antagonistic arrogance and ruthless manipulative and unscrupulous influential psychological and physiological perfection in the professional wrestling sports entertainment business.”
The familiar voice of God, not "THE GOD", but “ A God” starts preaching a psalm to the choir, as if coming from the bottom of a well:
“ Fuck, me!”
He sees his father, The Hollywood Blonde, holding his newly fresh and crisp custom-made Calvin Klein stark liquid white leather trench-coat with fringe draped over his arm while holding his custom-made Calvin Klein crocodile skinned pants and his custom-made Calvin Klein alligator skin boots in his hands while cussing out the mud on his custom-made Alessandro Démesure alligator leather Oxford loafers as the black rain becomes become less intense, violent, and severe.
“ I would never dishonor or disrespect my father and my mother the way that you’ve brought dishonor and disrespect to the Jubei and Tensin clans. I approach you, Masuda, with a very authoritative presence and vocal nature that’s second-to-none inside and outside of the squared-circle. My sweet and lovely Miyamoto has done her research and asked AW’s Hierarchy, every velveteen wrestler behind the curtain in the back, and AW’s Fandom to arrange this professional wrestling sports entertainment business meeting with you on Monday Night Clash, gaijin.”
His shadow drew a silhouette outline in the image of a 19th century Samurai warrior under the moonlight in the mud, in full regalia armor with a face mask that has been decorated with ugly features to terrify his innermost and outermost personal and impersonal demons, around his father.
“ I wouldn’t be too flattered by this indecent business proposal if I were you, Masuda, you’re obviously confused and surprised by my interest in you as you enter into the very seedy side of the professional wrestling sports entertainment business. My father was in the audience when your uncle, the late Masuda Jubei died. He said that your uncle was a very special man. He died with honor and respect inside and outside of the squared-circle like a true professional wrestling sports entertainment samurai.”
His father starts talking into his custom-made 24 Karat Gold Apple Watch Series XXX, not available in stores.
“ I received a telephone call from my father that said that Masuda Teijin is a complete coward as compared to Masuda Jubei and that the Jubei Clan will have it’s vengeance over the Tenjin Clan and that The infamous Masuda Corporation’s problems will simply disappear as an act of reciprocity for the code of jingi, justice and duty, and the code of giri, burden of obligation, by placing any and all of the burdens of debt related to any retaliation by Masuda Tensin solely on the doorstep of none other than The Hariuddoburondo Conglomerate.”
His father reaches into his son’s newly fresh and crisp custom-made Calvin Klein stark liquid white leather trench-coat with fringe draped over his arm and throws his custom-made deep, high-gloss Vantablack Apple iPhone 11 Pro Max Plus at him as if telling him to pick up the phone.
“ There will be no immediate peace treaty accord signed between us, Masuda. You might think that your victory over Odin Balfore was your introduction into Action Wrestling. But, unfortunately for you, you thought wrong, my friend. Odin was just this organization’s greeter and nothing more. I’m as good as my words when I say that you’ll have my full cooperation when I introduce you to the most important event of your professional wrestling sports entertainment business career.”
He listens to his father’s voice mail saying, “ Put your fucking pants on, Buckwheat.”
“ I’ve been in the professional wrestling sports entertainment business career for close to four years come the end of January. AW’s Hierarchy, every velveteen wrestler behind the curtain in the back, and AW’s Fandom knows during that time that I earned the nickname The Handsome Half-breed. I’m just as honored and respected as any World Champion in the professional wrestling sports entertainment business without ever having any kind of World Heavyweight Championship wrapped perfectly around my efficient and effective streamlined waist.”
She runs her hand along the inseam of his custom-made Calvin Klein crocodile skinned pant gliding her fingertips over his bulge that was hanging down low and just right to the left.
“ I’ve defeated former World Champions like Jared Holmes, NvL, Teo Blaze, Odin Balfore, Noble Savage, Alex Richards, Bonnie Blue, Corey Bull, Zombie McMorris, Casey Holliday, and my good friend and arch-rival, Kevin Bishop throughout my professional wrestling sports entertainment business career.”
A look of carnal fascination and malignant pleasure appears over her angelic looking face, showing off her intoxicating and incandescent almond shaped green eyes.
She cocks the shotgun getting ready to rock. You better stand away from the T.V. if you don’t want to be collateral damage, Masuda Tensin? Master-blaster!
“ Teki o benkyō suru no ga kenmeidarou, gesu yarō.”
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 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.
Your favorite and most polarizing modern day charismatic and charming, egotistical, narcissistic, politically incorrect, felicitating, self-righteous, second-generation megalomaniac and apex predator, “The Handsome Half-breed” Shadowlove, was sitting nude Indian-style in the center of an orchard of cherry blossom trees under a mysterious black rain cascading down upon him.
He was fully entrenched inside the Kokutan, the so-called black breath that removes all sense of superfluous thoughts and actions within his mind, body, heart, and soul.
His sweet and lovely femme fatale temptress, “The Fashionista Sensei” Miss Miyamoto, was safely standing out of the black rain a few feet away from him under a Dulce & Gabbana Vantablack and silver-tone dragon-headed handled umbrella.
Her sweet as honey, harmoniously hypnotizing, smooth as silk, smoky voice radiating through her very luscious and very alluring lips:
“ Shadowlove-san wa jūrai, suwatte iru jikan no ōku o sugosu keikō ga aru hitoda to kangae rarete imashita. Fukai meisō o shite iru ma wa yaya fu kappatsude, puroresu ringu no supōtsuentāteimentobijinesu no puroresurā o, dokuzen-tekina digri to dokuzen-tekina kandai-sa de mite imasu. Masuda Teijin-san wa, kono soshiki de ikinobite iru kimyōna sōzō-jō no kaibutsu yori mo, korera no inochi yori mo ōkina seikaku, korosu tame no yūki, matawa korera no i mishiranu hito to chigai wa arimasen.”
Quietly, to himself, he translates, “ Shadowlove is conventionally thought of as being a person tending to spend much of his time seated; somewhat inactive, while in deep meditation, that views professional wrestlers in the professional wrestling sports entertainment business with self-righteous indignation and an abundance of self-righteous indulgences. Masuda Teijin is no different from these bigger-than-life personalities, these dames to kill for, or these butt ugly stranger than strange imaginary monsters that currently make a living running rampant within this organization.” that she spoke in Japanese.
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:
“ My interest in you, Masuda, isn’t with the artisan, gangster, merchant, storytelling monk that you’ve made yourself out to be and with whom I’ve trained under throughout my many years in the professional wrestling sports entertainment business. My interest in you is with our insignificant varied overlapping skill set inside and outside of the squared-circle. Can you compare to this Rembrandt painting, this picture perfect design, that is my condescending confidence and antagonistic arrogance and ruthlessly manipulative and unscrupulous influential psychological mindset toughness outside of the squared-circle and my all-around, well-balanced physiological skillset toughness inside of the squared-circle that’s standing before you?”
He slithers through the mud, 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 rises to his feet then ceremonially and traditionally bows with his arms down along his sides towards Masuda watching at home.
“ Regardless of your meta-insignificant ambivalent attitude, Masuda Teijin-san, your self-preservation of your self-defined identity has made you become extinct in the ever-present, effervescent, and everlasting shadowy eclipse departing from the usual and accepted standards of profane open resistance and bold deviant disobedience.”
He 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 and mud off his fingers towards the camera.
“ It is with this knowledge of my psychological mindset toughness outside of the squared-circle and with this wisdom of my all-around, well-balanced physiological skillset toughness inside of the squared-circle that I studied the strengths and weaknesses of the tori no gyōshōnin, the street peddlers, along with the sutorītogyanburā, the street gamblers, that can be seen hawking their mediocre wrestling skills throughout Japan. And now, you’ve come back to America as this gaijin, this outsider, gambling, peddling, and selling your illegal fortune-telling prostitution wrestling skills into a life of crime in Action Wrestling. You may be viewed by AW’s Hierarchy, every velveteen wrestler behind the curtain in the back, and AW’s Fandom from the aspects of both romance and terror because you defeated Odin Balfore, Masuda, but in the end, you will learn firsthand why I’m the chivalrous descendant of a God, not the God, but a God in the professional wrestling sports entertainment business that helped destroy the World Championship reign of one, Dandy DiVito.”
He might’ve lost to Dandy DiVito with true Rōnin Samurai Japanese-style but he supplied Lissie Hope with the knowledge and wisdom needed in how to defeat Dandy DiVito to become AW World Champion.
“ You might’ve disowned your father’s memory and disrespected your uncle, the late Masuda Jubei-san, and everything that he represented in the professional wrestling sports entertainment business. But we will see just how superstitious of a person that you really are, Masuda Teijin-san, when we make the aristocrat martyred vengeful spirit Goryo show your true nature when your crimson blood bleeds out from underneath the mask.”
She mysteriously conjures 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.
“ You see, AW’s Hierarchy, every velveteen wrestler behind the curtain in the back, and AW’s Fandom think that I lack the honor and respect of strong moral principles inside and outside of the squared circle. What everyone like yourself fails to realize is that the only thing that really matters to me is the code of jingi, justice and duty, and the code of giri, burden of obligation, by showing my undying honor, respect, and loyalty when it comes to being representative of my family's moral, immoral, and amoral unpredictable condescending confidence and antagonistic arrogance and ruthless manipulative and unscrupulous influential psychological and physiological perfection in the professional wrestling sports entertainment business.”
The familiar voice of God, not "THE GOD", but “ A God” starts preaching a psalm to the choir, as if coming from the bottom of a well:
“ Fuck, me!”
He sees his father, The Hollywood Blonde, holding his newly fresh and crisp custom-made Calvin Klein stark liquid white leather trench-coat with fringe draped over his arm while holding his custom-made Calvin Klein crocodile skinned pants and his custom-made Calvin Klein alligator skin boots in his hands while cussing out the mud on his custom-made Alessandro Démesure alligator leather Oxford loafers as the black rain becomes become less intense, violent, and severe.
“ I would never dishonor or disrespect my father and my mother the way that you’ve brought dishonor and disrespect to the Jubei and Tensin clans. I approach you, Masuda, with a very authoritative presence and vocal nature that’s second-to-none inside and outside of the squared-circle. My sweet and lovely Miyamoto has done her research and asked AW’s Hierarchy, every velveteen wrestler behind the curtain in the back, and AW’s Fandom to arrange this professional wrestling sports entertainment business meeting with you on Monday Night Clash, gaijin.”
His shadow drew a silhouette outline in the image of a 19th century Samurai warrior under the moonlight in the mud, in full regalia armor with a face mask that has been decorated with ugly features to terrify his innermost and outermost personal and impersonal demons, around his father.
“ I wouldn’t be too flattered by this indecent business proposal if I were you, Masuda, you’re obviously confused and surprised by my interest in you as you enter into the very seedy side of the professional wrestling sports entertainment business. My father was in the audience when your uncle, the late Masuda Jubei died. He said that your uncle was a very special man. He died with honor and respect inside and outside of the squared-circle like a true professional wrestling sports entertainment samurai.”
His father starts talking into his custom-made 24 Karat Gold Apple Watch Series XXX, not available in stores.
“ I received a telephone call from my father that said that Masuda Teijin is a complete coward as compared to Masuda Jubei and that the Jubei Clan will have it’s vengeance over the Tenjin Clan and that The infamous Masuda Corporation’s problems will simply disappear as an act of reciprocity for the code of jingi, justice and duty, and the code of giri, burden of obligation, by placing any and all of the burdens of debt related to any retaliation by Masuda Tensin solely on the doorstep of none other than The Hariuddoburondo Conglomerate.”
His father reaches into his son’s newly fresh and crisp custom-made Calvin Klein stark liquid white leather trench-coat with fringe draped over his arm and throws his custom-made deep, high-gloss Vantablack Apple iPhone 11 Pro Max Plus at him as if telling him to pick up the phone.
“ There will be no immediate peace treaty accord signed between us, Masuda. You might think that your victory over Odin Balfore was your introduction into Action Wrestling. But, unfortunately for you, you thought wrong, my friend. Odin was just this organization’s greeter and nothing more. I’m as good as my words when I say that you’ll have my full cooperation when I introduce you to the most important event of your professional wrestling sports entertainment business career.”
He listens to his father’s voice mail saying, “ Put your fucking pants on, Buckwheat.”
“ I’ve been in the professional wrestling sports entertainment business career for close to four years come the end of January. AW’s Hierarchy, every velveteen wrestler behind the curtain in the back, and AW’s Fandom knows during that time that I earned the nickname The Handsome Half-breed. I’m just as honored and respected as any World Champion in the professional wrestling sports entertainment business without ever having any kind of World Heavyweight Championship wrapped perfectly around my efficient and effective streamlined waist.”
She runs her hand along the inseam of his custom-made Calvin Klein crocodile skinned pant gliding her fingertips over his bulge that was hanging down low and just right to the left.
“ I’ve defeated former World Champions like Jared Holmes, NvL, Teo Blaze, Odin Balfore, Noble Savage, Alex Richards, Bonnie Blue, Corey Bull, Zombie McMorris, Casey Holliday, and my good friend and arch-rival, Kevin Bishop throughout my professional wrestling sports entertainment business career.”
A look of carnal fascination and malignant pleasure appears over her angelic looking face, showing off her intoxicating and incandescent almond shaped green eyes.
She cocks the shotgun getting ready to rock. You better stand away from the T.V. if you don’t want to be collateral damage, Masuda Tensin? Master-blaster!
“ Teki o benkyō suru no ga kenmeidarou, gesu yarō.”
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 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.