The Tumultuous Relationship Of The AW U.S. Championship
Nov 20, 2019 1:53:14 GMT -5
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Post by Shadowlove on Nov 20, 2019 1:53:14 GMT -5
Lake Tahoe in the high Sierra Nevada Mountains, straddling the border of California and Nevada, sometime around the midnight hour…
Snap, Hiss.
A handheld percussive tube sparks up in the hand of your favorite and most polarizing modern day charismatic and charming, egotistical, narcissistic, politically incorrect, felicitating, self-righteous, second-generation megalomaniac and and most efficient apex predator, “The Handsome Half-breed” Shadowlove, sitting 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, wearing Masuda Teijin’s aristocrat martyred vengeful spirit Goryo mask.
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, custom-made Calvin Klein alligator skin boots.
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 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:
“ Jacqui Monroe, Abbi Stein, KOS, you have all heard the name of The Handsome Half-breed Shadowlove. Unfortunately, AW’s Hierarchy, every velveteen wrestler behind the curtain in the back, and AW’s Fandom have been misinterpreting the minor fear of loathing to the intense pure hatred of what my name represents inside and outside of the square-circle in Action Wrestling.”
He shoves the handheld percussive tube into a strategically placed pile of wood and the bizarre pyrotechnic heat ignites, bring out a delicious butterscotch smell from the burning bark.
“ In order to come out victorious in this U.S. Championship match, you will first have to seek out some kind of mental and physical therapy from the underpaid, overwhelmed, and overworked psychotherapist staff counselors that are currently employed by Action Wrestling. The level of physiological and psychological pain that all three of you will experience at Turmoil will truly be unmanageable.”
He starts warming his cold and calculating hands over the strength of the intense orange flames coming to life.
“ That often happens to people like you, Jacqui Monroe, Abbi Stein, and KOS, because you cannot avoid the inevitable of being in the same squared-circle with someone more determined and more focused than all three of you combined. All three of you will feel like the underlying truth of the professional wrestling sports entertainment business when you fail to defeat me on your own individual talents. All your individual talents and all your individual championships won’t help determine the final outcome of this fatal fourway match because all of your previous individual accolades are meaningless and a sign of weakness in the eyes of AW’s Hierarchy, every velveteen wrestler behind the curtain in the back, and AW’s Fandom.”
The bonfire seemed to want to dance away from him in a fiery blaze of vaingloriousness...
“ Can the three of you really match my condescending confidence and antagonistic arrogance and ruthlessly manipulative and unscrupulous influential psychological mindset toughness that is second-to-none outside of the squared-circle? Can the three of you really match my well-rounded, well-balanced physiological skillset toughness that is second-to-none inside the squared-circle? All three of you are suffering from having those butterflies in your stomach as a physiological reaction arising from the psychological vomit-comet response of all the stored memories in the subconscious conscious bijon-kuesuto, vision quest, of your dākugifuto, dark gift, of your dākutorikku, dark trick, of your mind’s third eye being set on becoming AW U.S. Champion.”
...as Etta & Walter did knowing that his absolutely well-developed buffed-assed heavenly body through poise, position, and audacity while using his underlying primal instinctual animal magnetism oozing God-given laissez-faire attitude and Hollywood Blockbuster Superstar Fashion Model Machismo was coming for the AW U.S. Championship.
“ All three of your psychological mindsets are warning signs that I’m the only unpredictably dangerous professional wrestling sports entertainment wrestler in this fatal four way match because all three of your physiological skill-sets are ill-prepared to respond correctly at the uncertainty of your great state of mass confusion to appropriately respond positively to your current situation at Turmoil. Underestimating my resolve will be a very big mistake when thinking that I cannot win the big one and that will be the biggest downfall to all three of your professional wrestling sports entertainment business careers.”
He knew that Jacqui Monroe, Abbi Stein, and KOS would try to use that underestimation as an irrational thought because that irrational thought is unnecessary and there isn’t one goddamn thing that all three of them can do to change the outcome of him becoming the new AW U.S. Champion.
“ This fatal four way match is a trap game, as they would say in the NFL, for me. I mean I will be in the square-circle with a former AW World Heavyweight Champion, a former TW World Heavyweight Champion, and former top contender for the TW Pure Championship. What the fuck is Trinity Wrestling anyways? The NXT to Action Wrestling? For fucksakes, I know that AW’s Hierarchy, every velveteen wrestler behind the curtain in the back, and AW’s Fandom can be gullible enough to buy into this Trinity Wrestling bullshit but child, please, it’s not like the talent in TW matches up to the talent in APW, I mean, c’mon, man, at least Alpha Pro Wrestling is supposed to be that renegade wrestling organization like AEW.”
He knew that there’s no separating TW from APW because there’s no separation between the mind and body of work of these two organizations. When anyone feels that they can’t handle the competition level in AW, they end up in second-rate organizations with third rate talent like the WCF. Francis Venerable Patrick, F.V.P. even knows that there’s a negative connotation associated with him being the current AW World Heavyweight Champion.
“ There’s always been a very big common misconception about the AW U.S. Championship being some kind of Mid-card Championship, if I use professional wrestling sports entertainment business lingo, but considering the names like T.F.K., Sam Kidsgrove, Dandy DiVito, Kyle Kemp, and Walter going through that AW U.S. Championship revolving door, I can see why AW’s Hierarchy, every velveteen wrestler behind the curtain in the back, and AW’s Fandom are so enamored with the names of Jacqui Monroe, Abbi Stein, and KOS?”
The very thought of Jacqui Monroe, Abbi Stein, and KOS being adding to the already established AW U.S. Championship revolving door made him want to vomit-comet right into his own mouth.
“ When we feel the negative sensations that all three of their brand names become when associated with becoming AW U.S. Champion, they’re often accompanied by fearful thought of The Handsome Half-breed Shadowlove becoming the most badass muthafucking AW U.S. Champion in AW History. AW’s Hierarchy, every velveteen wrestler behind the curtain in the back, and AW’s Fandom can become preoccupied with these thoughts and worries about what might be happening in AW now, or what might happen in AW in the future, but this becomes a vicious circle in AW life, with the negative thoughts and negative sensations feeding off of each other, knowing that the AW U.S. Championship title belt was perfectly wrapped around my efficient and effective streamlined waist.”
His sweet and lovely femme fatale temptress, “The Fashionista Sensei” Miss Miyamoto, was standing statuesque outside of a traditional distinct nomadic Central Asian yurt while twirling a 32” Vantablack carbon fiber Makiwaraya arrow with a couple of Jet-Puffed campfire marshmallows stuck to the razor-sharp shita-kitae triple-bladed broadhead.
Her raven black hair was pulled back in a French braid showing off her angelic face as 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.
Her attractively well-proportioned, slim, trim, toned body built for sin was encased in his form-fitting stark white Salvatore Ferragamo Tonal Gancini Sport Shirt fashioned into mini dress and barefoot.
Her sweet as honey, harmoniously hypnotizing, smooth as silk, smoky voice radiating through her very luscious and very alluring lips:
“ You’ve started slicing and dicing Jacqui Monroe, Abbi Stein, and KOS-san without me? Oh, the shame. Noticing you slicing and dicing your opponents like Five Star Executive Chef, Kalākaua Manumanu. Noticing that this has happened to you, Jacqui Monroe, gives Shadowlove-san an opportunity to take a step back and use and abuse her with an excessive pride of self-confidence and self-control when dealing with someone whose prostituted herself out more times than Abbi Stein on a Friday night. You came to Japan for one thing, and one thing only, you came to Japan to show Occidental dominance as high-priced American professional geisha trained to entertain men with conversation, dance, kinky sex, and song.”
He watches her start charring the campfire marshmallows over the intense orange flame of the bonfire.
“ Jacqui Monroe. Alpha Bitch? You’re not a very dominant leader much less a very dominant professional wrestling sports entertainment wrestler. You might think that you’re more dominant than me and that’s supposed to keep you up at the top of the AW food chain. The main problem with being an alpha bitch is that I mastered the art of being a bastard and I’m going to bitch slap you in this fatal four way match. How do I know that, Jacqui? Look at me already making you change your breathing patterns and imaginary sexual thoughts about me in certain very adult oriented ways. Just look at me changing the alpha bitch into an emotional train wreck like any domesticated animal off her leash running around wild without restraint when hoping to just survive in Action Wrestling. Just because you’re acting like you’re not afraid, Jacqui Monroe, you will be because there will be AW’s Hierarchy, every velveteen wrestler behind the curtain in the back, and AW’s Fandom favorite and most polarizing modern day charismatic and charming, egotistical, narcissistic, politically incorrect, felicitating, self-righteous, second-generation megalomaniac and most efficient apex predator in the squared-circle with you.”
A glint from a razor-sharp shita-kitae blade from a dragon-headed handled katana slicing through the air under the moonlight down towards his face and slices Masuda Teijin’s aristocrat martyred vengeful spirit Goryo mask in half with the hand craftsmanship of a professional plastic surgeon without leaving a mark.
“ This fatal four way match isn’t going to end very well for you either, Abbi Stein. This former TW World Championship has just about as much meaning around AW as the APW World Heavyweight Championship does around these here parts of the world. Defeating a bunch of no name Trinity brand name wannabes like Lex Collins, Thomas Snow, Graham Clauson are the only reason why a former Vincent Pryde ring-rat like yourself are very often the unprocessed and forgettable memories encoded in my subconscious consciousness. This fatal four way match will become so disturbing for you that every time that you even look me crooked in the eye, you will see a public service announcement warning you that your professional wrestling sports entertainment career just took a huge dump on you. When that occurs, you’ll just end up looking like that masked midget mutherfucker, Jaice Wilds. You’re not cheating on Lucious Starr with that son-of-a-bitch, are you Abbi? I’ve heard you get around more than Jacqui Monroe looking for some beastiality under a full-moon?”
She swings and pirouettes her leg, with Bushidō catlike precision, over his head and takes her proper place straddling over his lap and wrapping her legs around him like a Black Widow Spider.
“ Your time with me inside of the squared-circle at Turmoil will be stored in your sweet emotional conscious subconscious, Abbi and Jacqui, that you’ll be having multiple orgasms from the time that the bell rings, tell that very moment you announce your retirement from Action Wrestling, and are either creampiemated or buried six feet under. When something as this orgasmic happens in the present time of your professional wrestling sports entertainment career to the similar events that will take place in this fatal four way match in the near distant future, you’ll be so triggered by all those sweet emotions coming from my physiological and psychological thoughts and actions that you’ll never be able to distinguish between the past and the present and the future personifications of The Handsome Half-Breed Shadowlove.”
She offers him one of the charred marshmallows stuck to the razor-sharp shita-kitae triple-bladed broadhead of 32” Vantablack carbon fiber Makiwaraya arrow. He takes a bite and… hot, hot, hot.
“ How many people do you know that can lose the AW Tag-Team Championship during WrestleSeason, lose a shot at the AW World Heavyweight Championship during the WOTY, only to be rewarded as the hardest working professional wrestling sports entertainment wrestler with a shot for U.S. Championship at Turmoil?”
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 and pulls back on the gooey inside of the charred marshmallow like a string of spaghetti.
“ I’m completely focused on you KOS. You never trusted me to be the face of the UCI franchise and your company went bankrupt. AW’s Hierarchy, every velveteen wrestler behind the curtain in the back, and AW’s Fandom are going to see me defeat you because I am no longer that professional wrestling sports entertainment wrestler that you tell tall tales about, or might’ve heard about, or might’ve had second or third hand knowledge about throughout my professional wrestling sports entertainment business career.”
He rises up as she simultaneously slides down his body and 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.
“ Take a good long look at your situation KOS? You’re someone that has been wrestling out of desperation rather than confidence. You lost to the current AW World Heavyweight Champion and I lost to the former AW World Heavyweight Champion. Your defeatism stems from your incompetence and embarrassment that you keep on reliving with your past transgressions in WCF, UCI, and AW. Your incompetence and embarrassment become triggered every time that you enter the squared-circle. Fuck the WCF. Fuck UCI. Fuck Trinity Wrestling. Fuck Abbi Stein. Fuck Jacqui Monroe. Fuck, you. And Fuck, me.”
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 off his fingers towards the camera.
“ We’re offering AW’s Hierarchy, every velveteen wrestler behind the curtain in the back, and AW’s Fandom endless possibilities whereas all three of you just offer Abbi Stein, Jacqui Monroe, and KOS-san. Many people will avoid wanting to become the AW U.S. Champion if they see all three of your names associated with the AW U.S. Championship. AW’s Hierarchy, every velveteen wrestler behind the curtain in the back, and AW’s Fandom demands seeing or perhaps desires seeing The Handsome Half-Breed Shadowlove-san as the AW U.S. Champion. By focusing on our accomplished achievements and charitable contributions to AW, we’re making AW’s Hierarchy, every velveteen wrestler behind the curtain in the back, and AW’s Fandom remind themselves that this AW U.S. Championship Fatal Four Way Match at Turmoil isn’t about Abbi Stein, Jacqui Monroe, and KOS-san, and that this AW U.S. Championship Fatal Four Way Match at Turmoil is completely focused on the very essence of seductive handsomeness coming from The Handsome Half-Breed Shadowlove-san.”
He slowly looks into the camera at the viewing audience watching at home and double raises his eyebrows with an ice cold psychopathic stare radiating from his sparkling blue eyes as his patented malevolent, tight wolfish, whiplash smile, slowly appears on his lips showing off perfectly white even teeth on his chiseled fighter's face in a “ I have the one thing that every man, woman, and child fears, my sweet and lovely Miyamoto. And I will take you to the one place that everyone fears and deliver upon you, The Dark Gift. You see, The Dark Gift isn't like any other finisher in the professional wrestling sports entertainment business. Oh, no, some people need a handful of finishers in order just to survive inside the squared-circle like Jacqui Monroe, Abbi Stein, and KOS. But why, when all you need is just ONE. ONE to defeat Jacqui Monroe, Abbi Stein, and KOS for the AW U.S. Championship. The Dark Gift is that living, breathing omnipotence, omnipresence, omniscience and truly ostentatious indulgence when it takes on a life of its own that simply ends Jacqui Monroe, Abbi Stein, and KOS dream of becoming AW U.S. Champion, just like they never even existed at Turmoil on PPV” 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.
Snap, Hiss.
A handheld percussive tube sparks up in the hand of your favorite and most polarizing modern day charismatic and charming, egotistical, narcissistic, politically incorrect, felicitating, self-righteous, second-generation megalomaniac and and most efficient apex predator, “The Handsome Half-breed” Shadowlove, sitting 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, wearing Masuda Teijin’s aristocrat martyred vengeful spirit Goryo mask.
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, custom-made Calvin Klein alligator skin boots.
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 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:
“ Jacqui Monroe, Abbi Stein, KOS, you have all heard the name of The Handsome Half-breed Shadowlove. Unfortunately, AW’s Hierarchy, every velveteen wrestler behind the curtain in the back, and AW’s Fandom have been misinterpreting the minor fear of loathing to the intense pure hatred of what my name represents inside and outside of the square-circle in Action Wrestling.”
He shoves the handheld percussive tube into a strategically placed pile of wood and the bizarre pyrotechnic heat ignites, bring out a delicious butterscotch smell from the burning bark.
“ In order to come out victorious in this U.S. Championship match, you will first have to seek out some kind of mental and physical therapy from the underpaid, overwhelmed, and overworked psychotherapist staff counselors that are currently employed by Action Wrestling. The level of physiological and psychological pain that all three of you will experience at Turmoil will truly be unmanageable.”
He starts warming his cold and calculating hands over the strength of the intense orange flames coming to life.
“ That often happens to people like you, Jacqui Monroe, Abbi Stein, and KOS, because you cannot avoid the inevitable of being in the same squared-circle with someone more determined and more focused than all three of you combined. All three of you will feel like the underlying truth of the professional wrestling sports entertainment business when you fail to defeat me on your own individual talents. All your individual talents and all your individual championships won’t help determine the final outcome of this fatal fourway match because all of your previous individual accolades are meaningless and a sign of weakness in the eyes of AW’s Hierarchy, every velveteen wrestler behind the curtain in the back, and AW’s Fandom.”
The bonfire seemed to want to dance away from him in a fiery blaze of vaingloriousness...
“ Can the three of you really match my condescending confidence and antagonistic arrogance and ruthlessly manipulative and unscrupulous influential psychological mindset toughness that is second-to-none outside of the squared-circle? Can the three of you really match my well-rounded, well-balanced physiological skillset toughness that is second-to-none inside the squared-circle? All three of you are suffering from having those butterflies in your stomach as a physiological reaction arising from the psychological vomit-comet response of all the stored memories in the subconscious conscious bijon-kuesuto, vision quest, of your dākugifuto, dark gift, of your dākutorikku, dark trick, of your mind’s third eye being set on becoming AW U.S. Champion.”
...as Etta & Walter did knowing that his absolutely well-developed buffed-assed heavenly body through poise, position, and audacity while using his underlying primal instinctual animal magnetism oozing God-given laissez-faire attitude and Hollywood Blockbuster Superstar Fashion Model Machismo was coming for the AW U.S. Championship.
“ All three of your psychological mindsets are warning signs that I’m the only unpredictably dangerous professional wrestling sports entertainment wrestler in this fatal four way match because all three of your physiological skill-sets are ill-prepared to respond correctly at the uncertainty of your great state of mass confusion to appropriately respond positively to your current situation at Turmoil. Underestimating my resolve will be a very big mistake when thinking that I cannot win the big one and that will be the biggest downfall to all three of your professional wrestling sports entertainment business careers.”
He knew that Jacqui Monroe, Abbi Stein, and KOS would try to use that underestimation as an irrational thought because that irrational thought is unnecessary and there isn’t one goddamn thing that all three of them can do to change the outcome of him becoming the new AW U.S. Champion.
“ This fatal four way match is a trap game, as they would say in the NFL, for me. I mean I will be in the square-circle with a former AW World Heavyweight Champion, a former TW World Heavyweight Champion, and former top contender for the TW Pure Championship. What the fuck is Trinity Wrestling anyways? The NXT to Action Wrestling? For fucksakes, I know that AW’s Hierarchy, every velveteen wrestler behind the curtain in the back, and AW’s Fandom can be gullible enough to buy into this Trinity Wrestling bullshit but child, please, it’s not like the talent in TW matches up to the talent in APW, I mean, c’mon, man, at least Alpha Pro Wrestling is supposed to be that renegade wrestling organization like AEW.”
He knew that there’s no separating TW from APW because there’s no separation between the mind and body of work of these two organizations. When anyone feels that they can’t handle the competition level in AW, they end up in second-rate organizations with third rate talent like the WCF. Francis Venerable Patrick, F.V.P. even knows that there’s a negative connotation associated with him being the current AW World Heavyweight Champion.
“ There’s always been a very big common misconception about the AW U.S. Championship being some kind of Mid-card Championship, if I use professional wrestling sports entertainment business lingo, but considering the names like T.F.K., Sam Kidsgrove, Dandy DiVito, Kyle Kemp, and Walter going through that AW U.S. Championship revolving door, I can see why AW’s Hierarchy, every velveteen wrestler behind the curtain in the back, and AW’s Fandom are so enamored with the names of Jacqui Monroe, Abbi Stein, and KOS?”
The very thought of Jacqui Monroe, Abbi Stein, and KOS being adding to the already established AW U.S. Championship revolving door made him want to vomit-comet right into his own mouth.
“ When we feel the negative sensations that all three of their brand names become when associated with becoming AW U.S. Champion, they’re often accompanied by fearful thought of The Handsome Half-breed Shadowlove becoming the most badass muthafucking AW U.S. Champion in AW History. AW’s Hierarchy, every velveteen wrestler behind the curtain in the back, and AW’s Fandom can become preoccupied with these thoughts and worries about what might be happening in AW now, or what might happen in AW in the future, but this becomes a vicious circle in AW life, with the negative thoughts and negative sensations feeding off of each other, knowing that the AW U.S. Championship title belt was perfectly wrapped around my efficient and effective streamlined waist.”
His sweet and lovely femme fatale temptress, “The Fashionista Sensei” Miss Miyamoto, was standing statuesque outside of a traditional distinct nomadic Central Asian yurt while twirling a 32” Vantablack carbon fiber Makiwaraya arrow with a couple of Jet-Puffed campfire marshmallows stuck to the razor-sharp shita-kitae triple-bladed broadhead.
Her raven black hair was pulled back in a French braid showing off her angelic face as 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.
Her attractively well-proportioned, slim, trim, toned body built for sin was encased in his form-fitting stark white Salvatore Ferragamo Tonal Gancini Sport Shirt fashioned into mini dress and barefoot.
Her sweet as honey, harmoniously hypnotizing, smooth as silk, smoky voice radiating through her very luscious and very alluring lips:
“ You’ve started slicing and dicing Jacqui Monroe, Abbi Stein, and KOS-san without me? Oh, the shame. Noticing you slicing and dicing your opponents like Five Star Executive Chef, Kalākaua Manumanu. Noticing that this has happened to you, Jacqui Monroe, gives Shadowlove-san an opportunity to take a step back and use and abuse her with an excessive pride of self-confidence and self-control when dealing with someone whose prostituted herself out more times than Abbi Stein on a Friday night. You came to Japan for one thing, and one thing only, you came to Japan to show Occidental dominance as high-priced American professional geisha trained to entertain men with conversation, dance, kinky sex, and song.”
He watches her start charring the campfire marshmallows over the intense orange flame of the bonfire.
“ Jacqui Monroe. Alpha Bitch? You’re not a very dominant leader much less a very dominant professional wrestling sports entertainment wrestler. You might think that you’re more dominant than me and that’s supposed to keep you up at the top of the AW food chain. The main problem with being an alpha bitch is that I mastered the art of being a bastard and I’m going to bitch slap you in this fatal four way match. How do I know that, Jacqui? Look at me already making you change your breathing patterns and imaginary sexual thoughts about me in certain very adult oriented ways. Just look at me changing the alpha bitch into an emotional train wreck like any domesticated animal off her leash running around wild without restraint when hoping to just survive in Action Wrestling. Just because you’re acting like you’re not afraid, Jacqui Monroe, you will be because there will be AW’s Hierarchy, every velveteen wrestler behind the curtain in the back, and AW’s Fandom favorite and most polarizing modern day charismatic and charming, egotistical, narcissistic, politically incorrect, felicitating, self-righteous, second-generation megalomaniac and most efficient apex predator in the squared-circle with you.”
A glint from a razor-sharp shita-kitae blade from a dragon-headed handled katana slicing through the air under the moonlight down towards his face and slices Masuda Teijin’s aristocrat martyred vengeful spirit Goryo mask in half with the hand craftsmanship of a professional plastic surgeon without leaving a mark.
“ This fatal four way match isn’t going to end very well for you either, Abbi Stein. This former TW World Championship has just about as much meaning around AW as the APW World Heavyweight Championship does around these here parts of the world. Defeating a bunch of no name Trinity brand name wannabes like Lex Collins, Thomas Snow, Graham Clauson are the only reason why a former Vincent Pryde ring-rat like yourself are very often the unprocessed and forgettable memories encoded in my subconscious consciousness. This fatal four way match will become so disturbing for you that every time that you even look me crooked in the eye, you will see a public service announcement warning you that your professional wrestling sports entertainment career just took a huge dump on you. When that occurs, you’ll just end up looking like that masked midget mutherfucker, Jaice Wilds. You’re not cheating on Lucious Starr with that son-of-a-bitch, are you Abbi? I’ve heard you get around more than Jacqui Monroe looking for some beastiality under a full-moon?”
She swings and pirouettes her leg, with Bushidō catlike precision, over his head and takes her proper place straddling over his lap and wrapping her legs around him like a Black Widow Spider.
“ Your time with me inside of the squared-circle at Turmoil will be stored in your sweet emotional conscious subconscious, Abbi and Jacqui, that you’ll be having multiple orgasms from the time that the bell rings, tell that very moment you announce your retirement from Action Wrestling, and are either creampiemated or buried six feet under. When something as this orgasmic happens in the present time of your professional wrestling sports entertainment career to the similar events that will take place in this fatal four way match in the near distant future, you’ll be so triggered by all those sweet emotions coming from my physiological and psychological thoughts and actions that you’ll never be able to distinguish between the past and the present and the future personifications of The Handsome Half-Breed Shadowlove.”
She offers him one of the charred marshmallows stuck to the razor-sharp shita-kitae triple-bladed broadhead of 32” Vantablack carbon fiber Makiwaraya arrow. He takes a bite and… hot, hot, hot.
“ How many people do you know that can lose the AW Tag-Team Championship during WrestleSeason, lose a shot at the AW World Heavyweight Championship during the WOTY, only to be rewarded as the hardest working professional wrestling sports entertainment wrestler with a shot for U.S. Championship at Turmoil?”
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 and pulls back on the gooey inside of the charred marshmallow like a string of spaghetti.
“ I’m completely focused on you KOS. You never trusted me to be the face of the UCI franchise and your company went bankrupt. AW’s Hierarchy, every velveteen wrestler behind the curtain in the back, and AW’s Fandom are going to see me defeat you because I am no longer that professional wrestling sports entertainment wrestler that you tell tall tales about, or might’ve heard about, or might’ve had second or third hand knowledge about throughout my professional wrestling sports entertainment business career.”
He rises up as she simultaneously slides down his body and 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.
“ Take a good long look at your situation KOS? You’re someone that has been wrestling out of desperation rather than confidence. You lost to the current AW World Heavyweight Champion and I lost to the former AW World Heavyweight Champion. Your defeatism stems from your incompetence and embarrassment that you keep on reliving with your past transgressions in WCF, UCI, and AW. Your incompetence and embarrassment become triggered every time that you enter the squared-circle. Fuck the WCF. Fuck UCI. Fuck Trinity Wrestling. Fuck Abbi Stein. Fuck Jacqui Monroe. Fuck, you. And Fuck, me.”
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 off his fingers towards the camera.
“ We’re offering AW’s Hierarchy, every velveteen wrestler behind the curtain in the back, and AW’s Fandom endless possibilities whereas all three of you just offer Abbi Stein, Jacqui Monroe, and KOS-san. Many people will avoid wanting to become the AW U.S. Champion if they see all three of your names associated with the AW U.S. Championship. AW’s Hierarchy, every velveteen wrestler behind the curtain in the back, and AW’s Fandom demands seeing or perhaps desires seeing The Handsome Half-Breed Shadowlove-san as the AW U.S. Champion. By focusing on our accomplished achievements and charitable contributions to AW, we’re making AW’s Hierarchy, every velveteen wrestler behind the curtain in the back, and AW’s Fandom remind themselves that this AW U.S. Championship Fatal Four Way Match at Turmoil isn’t about Abbi Stein, Jacqui Monroe, and KOS-san, and that this AW U.S. Championship Fatal Four Way Match at Turmoil is completely focused on the very essence of seductive handsomeness coming from The Handsome Half-Breed Shadowlove-san.”
He slowly looks into the camera at the viewing audience watching at home and double raises his eyebrows with an ice cold psychopathic stare radiating from his sparkling blue eyes as his patented malevolent, tight wolfish, whiplash smile, slowly appears on his lips showing off perfectly white even teeth on his chiseled fighter's face in a “ I have the one thing that every man, woman, and child fears, my sweet and lovely Miyamoto. And I will take you to the one place that everyone fears and deliver upon you, The Dark Gift. You see, The Dark Gift isn't like any other finisher in the professional wrestling sports entertainment business. Oh, no, some people need a handful of finishers in order just to survive inside the squared-circle like Jacqui Monroe, Abbi Stein, and KOS. But why, when all you need is just ONE. ONE to defeat Jacqui Monroe, Abbi Stein, and KOS for the AW U.S. Championship. The Dark Gift is that living, breathing omnipotence, omnipresence, omniscience and truly ostentatious indulgence when it takes on a life of its own that simply ends Jacqui Monroe, Abbi Stein, and KOS dream of becoming AW U.S. Champion, just like they never even existed at Turmoil on PPV” 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.