Post by Shadowlove on May 11, 2020 21:43:17 GMT -5
North East Okayama Prefecture On The Border Of Hyogo Prefecture, Present Day Japan, somewhere around the midnight hour...
The Five Tiered Hariuddoburondo Private Restaurant Nightclub Shinto Shrine and Casino Pagoda standing ominously and overshadowing the middle of the quaint little village of Miyamoto in Mimasaka was an amazing sight to see. Each one of the Five Tiers represents The Godai, the five elements of Chi (Earth), Sui (Water), Ka (Fire), Fu (wind), and Ku (Void, Sky, or in some cases, Heaven). The bottom story of Chi (Earth) housed a fine dining Restaurant featuring the best in Far Eastern and Western cuisine from Five Star Executive Chef, Kalākaua Manumanu. The second story of Sui (Water) housed one of the hottest Nightclubs in all of Far East Asia. The third story of Ka (Fire) housed one of the very exclusive and very lucrative Private Casinos for high-end clientele. The fourth story of Fu (wind) housed one of the most awe-inspiring Shinto Shrine Museums in honor of an Honest-to-God, not The God, but A God original gangstas known to man. And the top story of Ku (Void, Sky, or in some cases, Heaven) housed one of, if not, the most powerful and dangerous Yakuza Oyabun, the boss of all bosses, in the world today.
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 echoing throughout the top story of Ku after seeing his son, your favorite and most polarizing modern day charismatic and charming, egotistical, narcissistic, politically incorrect, felicitating, self-righteous, vainglorious, second-generation megalomaniac and most efficient and effective apex predator, “The Handsome Half-breed” Shadowlove, and his sweet and lovely femme fatale temptress, “The Fashionista Sensei” Miss Miyamoto, promo on Action Wrestling:
“ Fuck, me…”
The Hollywood Blonde, with his world-famous lip snarl, his once mass of long blonde hair now turned platinum with a punk rocker hairstyle that still makes the ladies “rebel-yell” around the world showing off his aged to perfection tanned leathery chiseled face and ice cold blue eyes started laughing.
He was dressed in a stark white Giorgio Armani Wall Street Wool and Cashmere Suit and Genuine American Alligator Classic Bit Loafers, and his stark white Salvatore Ferragamo Tonal Gancini Sport Shirt opened at the collar.
He was taking a very healthy swig of the traditional Cuban Highball Mojito, shaken, not stirred, poured in a Collins glass with his pinky sticking out, swishing the mixed white rum, sugar cane juice, lime juice, sparkling water, and mint in his mouth before swallowing.
As if on cue, the camera pans over towards his left or the viewing audience’s right...
Akasha was seated next to her husband on the rich Corinthian leather sofa in her signature “First Lady” slant with her ankles and legs together at an angle showing her modesty. She was caressing the fur of a tiger-striped Maine coon cat with a not so friendly disposition sleeping on his lap. The orange tiger-striped Maine coon cat begins to “ Soft kitty, warm kitty, little ball of fur! Happy kitty, sleepy kitty, purr purr purr!"
Her sleek bob of salt and pepper sheared pointed ends hair was slicked back behind her ears and a deep middle part with gelled back fringe showing off her white-hot, fiery red-hot, brilliantly passionate grey eyes of the devil hidden behind a pair of Vintage Revo sunglasses with uniquely shaped blue mirror h20 polarized lenses.
Her very slim, classic supermodel-like figure was encased in a shamelessly decadent sheer grey tulle embellished shimmering myriad of geometric crystal pattern cut just above the knee gown designed by Valentino with Vantablack Christian Louboutin knee high suede platform boots.
Her strong, ethereally supple, combination of sheer vulnerability and powerful voice:
“ He’s just a tad too late for the Havoc Rumble…”
He was still squinting Clint Eastwood style at the screen of the Stuart Hughes Prestige HD Supreme Rose Edition 55-inch TV which was gilded with 28 kilograms of solid 18ct rose gold and dazzles with 72 brilliant round cut 1ct IF flawless diamonds along with Sunstone and Amethyst wrapped with Alligator skin which is hand sewn on the inner screen layer.
“ Better late than never as the old saying goes. Besides, you two were never known for your on time punctuality anyways...”
Punctuality? She shows him her on time punctuality by playfully giving him an elbow to the chin as she stretches.
“ AW’s Hierarchy, every velveteen wrestler behind the curtain in the back, and AW’s Fandom think that our son lacks the honor and the respect of strong moral principles inside and outside of the squared circle…”
He adjusts his chin back to normal as if selling the move like back in the day.
“ Well, your son’s been kinda dormant for over 7 months without even saying one single word publicly or so much as any kind of pomp and circumstance coming from those AW’s Hierarchy, every velveteen wrestler behind the curtain in the back, and AW’s Fandom…”
She knew the exact real life reason why, too.
“ What everyone like yourself fails to realize is that the only thing that really matters to our family is our family's code of jingi and the code of giri when it comes to the professional wrestling sports entertainment business…”
He knew all full well about their family’s justice and duty and the burden of obligation towards the professional wrestling sports entertainment business.
“ Your son has a total lack of respect for the old school nuances of the professional wrestling sports entertainment business…”
She knows all full well what their son represents in Action Wrestling.
“ Be it the WCF, UCI, or Action Wrestling, our son has kept showing his undying honor, respect, and loyalty when it comes to being representative of our family's moral, immoral, and amoral unpredictable condescending confidence and antagonistic arrogance and ruthless manipulative and unscrupulous influential psychological and physiological perfection throughout his professional wrestling sports entertainment business career…”
He didn’t know what she wanted him to say. But how could anything good come out of something so bad as to just walk away from the professional wrestling sports entertainment business.
“ Your son has train wrecked everything by walking away from the Championship picture in AW in the prime of his professional wrestling sports entertainment business career and thinking he knows what is best for his own reason for living...”
She furrowed her eyebrows in mock amazement at the thought of their son not knowing what was best for their sweet and lovely Miyamoto and himself.
“ Tell me what was so bad about him just walking away from the Championship picture in AW in the prime of his professional wrestling sports entertainment business career?...”
Before he could answer.
“ He walked away from the WCF after the incident in Mexico. The UCI walked away from him after he defeated Kevin Bishop and was about to become the UCI World Heavyweight Champion. And he just shows up in Action Wrestling and he’s the #1 name on everyone’s shit-list eating lips…”
True, Dat.
“ He’s the greatest independent private contracting smoke-and-mirror opportunistic adversarial heroic villainous illusionist professional wrestler in the sports entertainment business of all-time. He’s been enriched with a purely volatile and unstable self-righteous indignation with an abundance of self-righteous indulgences that is second-to-none by rising up from the ashes of hellfire and brimstone throughout his very tumultuous professional wrestling sports entertainment business career. And the AW’s Hierarchy, every velveteen wrestler behind the curtain in the back, and AW’s Fandom are left with wanting some more…”
He knew many people had hoped and prayed that his son was dead. God knows that celebrities die in threes. But unfortunately for AW, Jerry Siller took one for the team this week. Their son’s “death” is more of a self-imposed medically induced coma. But what was it that brought his son back to life and awakened him from yet another a deep slumber?
“ Did you see that look coming from your son’s sparkling blue eyes?...”
She more or less felt, more so than saw, the fire burning in their son’s sparkling blue eyes in a predatory manner that showed how passionate he was about defending an organization that has always shown bitter resentment and righteous indignation towards everything that is representative in their son’s very own existence.
“ He’s never had to be carried or lied or protected into thinking that he was far more better than the AW’s Hierarchy, every velveteen wrestler behind the curtain in the back, and AW’s Fandom. He already knew that he was in a league of his own. He never shied away from those matches that were angled in order to keep the spotlight on those very ancient and ageless legends in their own minds not so stellar professional wrestling sports entertainment business careers…”
AW’s Hierarchy, every velveteen wrestler behind the curtain in the back, and AW’s Fandom had over 7 months of quality time to overcome the ramifications of their delusions of grandeur without his seductive handsomeness around for long enough as a true natured warning in Action Wrestling, those people knew who they were and know who that still is without having to name names.
“ That’s his job, protecting the self-righteous sanctity of AW’s Hierarchy, every velveteen wrestler behind the curtain in the back, and AW’s Fandom and the professional wrestling sports entertainment business without having any kind of AW Championship perfectly wrapped around his efficient and effective streamlined waist. You gotta love him for that or you’ve just lost that loving feeling…”
She sees him reaching for his “old school” Mont Blanc pen and event planner that were strategically placed in the middle of the high quality and beautifully detailed design rectangular Lalique coffee table, that brings elegance and touch of luxury to your contemporary designed top story of Ku inside Five Tiered Hariuddoburondo Private Restaurant Nightclub Shinto Shrine and Casino Pagoda.
“ You never close your eyes anymore when I kiss your lips; And there's no tenderness like before in your fingertips; You're trying hard not to show it; But baby, baby I know it…”
He dramatically pauses and tilts his head in a sideways glance towards her singing, “You've Lost That Lovin' Feelin'” by The Righteous Brothers.
“ You lost that lovin' feelin'; Whoa, that lovin' feelin'; You lost that lovin' feelin'; Now it's gone, gone, gone, whoa-oh…”
He licks his index finger and smiles towards the viewing audience at home. Pauses. And starts shuffling through the “old school” event planner, scribbles something down.
“ Baby, baby, I'd get down on my knees for you; If you would only love me like you used to do, yeah; We had a love, a love, a love you don't find everyday; So don't, don't, don't, don't let it slip away; Baby, baby, baby, baby…”
He dramatically pauses and tilts his head in a sideways glance towards her once again.
“ I beg you please, please, please, please; I need your love, need your love; I need your love, I need your love; So bring it on back, so bring it on back; Bring it on back, bring it on back…”
He starts shuffling back through the “old school” event planner once again, scribbling down Evolution III and circles (6/14/20).
“ Bring back that lovin' feelin'; Whoa, that lovin' feelin'; Bring back that lovin' feelin'; 'Cause it's gone, gone, gone And I can't go on, whoa-oh…”
He slaps the “old school” event planner shut and meticulously puts the planner and the Mont Blanc pen back into the middle of the high quality and beautifully detailed design rectangular Lalique coffee table.
“ I hate myself for loving you…”
Sometime after he brought back that lovin' feelin' to his sweet and lovely wife...
He pours his traditional Cuban Highball Mojito onto dark cherry wood flooring that darkens with age in a fitting tribute symbolizing a shot which should have been enjoyed in respect to those who made the Exodus, those who were incarcerated, and those who should’ve stayed self-quarantined in the confines of all those nameless antique and antiquated second-rate organizations from way back in the day.