Prelude To A AWKissCam Moment At Evolution IV… Jun 21, 2021 22:35:32 GMT -5 Bonnie Blue, Karlie Nash, and 3 more like this
Post by Shadowlove on Jun 21, 2021 22:35:32 GMT -5
Another time, another place…
An attractive, well-proportioned, slim, trim, toned body built for sin was sitting next to a salty looking dude silhouetted in the darkness of one of the nosebleed sections inside the Allstate Arena in Chicago, Illinois taking in the sights and sounds of The Havoc Rumble.
Every now and then, the AWKissCam would capture these two figures, who looked oddly familiar in a very seductive handsomeness kind of way other than being an undercover boss dressed for unsuccess in nondescript off-the-rack fashion from GoodWill that AW’s Hierarchy, every velveteen wrestler behind the curtain in the back, and AW’s Fandom were known for modeling, were making out like two lovebirds without a care in the world.
Sometime after The Havoc Rumble and before Evolution IV…
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, 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, under the moonlight cascading down on the softest white powdery sand that stretched for miles and miles along the beach.
His classically masculine and modern mussed, razor-textured, choppy finished dark brown hair was perfect showing off his chiseled fighter's face with an ice cold stare radiating from his sparkling blue eyes.
He seemed to be enjoying the quiet, silent lucidity escapism from the rigmaroles of everyday life outside of Action Wrestling.
Quietly, to himself, he appears to be 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 the 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 a truth that cannot be doubted…”
His sweet and lovely Miyamoto was laying down on a stark white fishnet style hammock hanging between two of the most majestic palm trees swaying from a fresh offshore breeze reading a copy of the Wall St. Journal.
Her attractively well-proportioned, slim, trim, toned body built for sin was encased in a camouflage string bikini, created by Beach Bunny Swimwear.
A beautiful topless Polynesian woman, wearing a rainbow colored silk flowered headband and a rainbow colored silk flower Lei with a mini grass skirt, delivers an old fashioned Western Union Telegram to her and quickly leaves, exiting, stage right.
Her raven black hair was pulled back in a French braid showing off her angelic face as she lowered 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 burning with vengeance as she reads the telegram:
Her sweet as honey, harmoniously hypnotizing, smooth as silk, smoky voice radiating through her very luscious and very alluring lips:
“ Kage-san, zubon o kaubōi ni modoshimasu!…”
Quietly, to himself, he translates, “ Shadow, put your pants back on cowboy!…” that she spoke in Japanese. He knew that she only spoke Japanese to him when she was seriously pissed off in her Business Is War Miss Miyamoto Mode.
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:
“ Fuck, me…”
She knew that signing their soul over to AW for two very lucrative and very exclusive ironclad Action Wrestling contracts that Gravedigger & Tort-for-sure only doles out to AW Hall-Of-Fame Legends and AW World Heavyweight Champions would be a lifetime curse.
“ That’s not the answer that I was looking for, my friend. Would you like to rephrase your answer into the form of a question…”
Since when did she become a fucking guest host on Jeopardy!? He slowly turns his head sideways like The Terminator and locks in his ice cold stare radiating from his sparkling blue eyes with her intoxicatingly, incandescent almond shaped green eyes. Yeah, yeah, he already knew he was fucked in this staring contest when the writer typed it. Asshole!
“ Say what?!…”
She flicks the telegram at him with her index and middle finger like a ninja throwing star.
“ Geezus F’N Christ! Let me get this straight…”
Rubbing one of his sparkling blues, he almost became the one eye phat man of AW, an honor reserved for Hall-Of-Fame-Legend Wade Moor, if only her aim would’ve been better?
“ Spencah Adams wins the Havoc Rumble. The AW World Heavyweight Champion Ash Blake gets laid… out at Havoc Rumble but not by Spencah or Carter, and Shaw cashes in his ALL-IN briefcase announcing he’s cashing in and going All-In at Evolution IV and bypassing doing the one thing that everyone’s been afraid of doing by cashing in and going all-in on the AW Heavyweight World Champion in front of The Havoc Rumble winner in order to become a first ballot AW Hall-Of-Fame Living Legend?…”
She’s never going to get “Madonna’s Like A Virgin” out of her head thanks to Spencer Adams, Ash Blake and Carter Shaw acting like AW vestal virgins touched for the very first time.
“ What would you have done if you were at the Havoc Rumble?…”
He ponders the question for a moment.
AW, are you pondering what Shadow’s pondering?
We think so Shadow but isn’t The Hollywood Elite celebrity already dead on arrival in AW and also in Hollywood?
And sporting a Sean Connery Scottish accent, as he raises the people’s eyebrow, and paraphrases a quote from the movie The Rock:
“ Ash, Carter, and Spencah gave AW their best at the Havoc Rumble. Their “best”! Losers always whine about giving it their best. Winners always go home and fuck the prom queen…”
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.
“ I… was… the… prom… queen!…”
She runs her fingers seductively along his chiseled chin and lowers 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.
“ I… know!…”
Some would say that he was certifiably insanely possessed with an intense long term passion and admiration for his sweet and lovely Miyamoto. And some would say that she was certifiably insanely possessed with an intense long term passion and admiration for him.
“ According to the AWKissCam at The Havoc Rumble, at least somebody got lucky that night…”
She still sees the fire burning in his sparkling blue eyes in a predatory manner that still shows how passionate he is about defending an organization that has always shown bitter resentment and righteous indignation towards everything that is representative in his very own existence.
“ Bow Chicka Wow Wow!…”
Her very luscious and very alluring lips barely touch 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.
“ Where in the shadowy blue hell are you going?…”
He started to run down the softest white powdery sand that stretched for miles and miles along the beach like Bo Derek in 10, since you know, he’s a fucking 11.
“ I'm gonna go and pick a fucking fight…”
She steepled her fingers in some archaic form of benediction near her face as some deep dark connotation of contemplation washes over her at the thought of conquering not only the world once again but reconquering AW at Evolution IV.
“ Why in the shadowy blue hell are you running backwards?…
For some very odd reason, he was running backwards in Supermodel super-slow motion towards her like Pam Anderson slow motion running in Baywatch.
“ I’m up for an open challenge…”
She was rubbing her hands together as a villainous smooth criminal mastermind would do as if saying all things are going as planned.
“ The Evolution IV card is totally stacked, there only seems to be one match available and that’s Frank Patrick Venable's Open Challenge…”
A beautiful topless Polynesian woman, wearing a rainbow colored silk flowered headband and a rainbow colored silk flower Lei with a mini grass skirt, reappeared and stood modestly while offering him a newly fresh and crisp custom-made Calvin Klein stark white liquid leather trench-coat with fringe, his custom-made Calvin Klein stark white liquid leather spandex wrestling pants, and custom-made Calvin Klein stark white liquid leather wrestling boots.
“ FPV vs. ??…”
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.
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.