The Creeping Death FEARS The Dark Gift!
Jul 6, 2021 13:54:48 GMT -5
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Post by Shadowlove on Jul 6, 2021 13:54:48 GMT -5
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.
The antechamber itself was void of all the aesthetic nuances and 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.
A very curvaceous Latina woman wearing designer glasses, a bright yellow and fiery red print string bikini, created by Beach Bunny Swimwear, a slim fitting stark white M3 Vera G. women's lab coat with a premium engineered and handcrafted stethoscope draped around her neck, was looking at the x-ray results coming from an MRI:
Dr. Maria Magdalena: “ I’ve seen worse. The trauma caused by Corey Black’s Burning Hammer should’ve ended your professional wrestling sports entertainment career. But unfortunately for AW, you never really been known for your brains, you’ve always been known more for your physically gifted handsome and distinguished good looks. I’ve treated you after sustaining and surviving a 6-on-1 #beachkrew beatdown. I’ve treated you after sustaining and surviving two Howard Black Kimura Locks. I’ve treated you after sustaining and surviving being put through a crystal table by Bonnie Blue. I’ve treated you after sustaining and surviving your year and a half long feud with Kevin Bishop. I’ve treated you after sustaining and surviving being battered and beaten by Ryan Lockhart inside an Execution Cage Match. And I’ve treated you after sustaining and surviving your time in The Hollywood Elite. You’ve always had one foot in the gutter and one foot in the grave. But alas, what is this doctor to do? Knowing your fast recovery rate as much as I do, you should pull through this latest setback in what will no doubt be numerous in a long line of traumatic experiences with Corey Black’s Burning Hammer with flying colors…”
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, was resting comfortably while 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 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.
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, as he gets down to business and starts painting his masterpiece:
" Whoever appeals to the law against his fellow man is either a fool or a coward. Whoever cannot take care of himself without that law is both. For a wounded man shall say to his assailant, If I live, I will kill you. If I die, you are forgiven. Such is the rule of honor. HMPT!…”
His sweet and lovely femme fatale temptress, “The Fashionista Sensei” Miss Miyamoto’s attractive well-proportioned, slim, trim, toned body built for sin was encased in a form-fitting stark white plush Salvatore Ferragamo Egyptian Cotton Bath Towel wrapped around her torso. Her leg was strategically placed over his muscular thigh giving his inner thigh a playful massage with her foot.
She seems to mysteriously be conjuring 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.
Her raven black hair looking totally sleek and layered down to the middle of her back showing off her angelic face with her iconic Ray-Ban Wayfarer sunglasses lowered down her perfectly flawless nose on her angelic looking face, showing off her intoxicating and incandescent almond shaped green eyes looking very lovingly at him.
She sees the fire burning in his sparkling blue eyes in a predatory manner that shows the primal screams and shouts exuding from his animal magnetism towards The King Of All Wrestlers and slowly traces the footprint still imprinted on his muscular chest with her index finger. Chuck Taylors? She makes the sign of the cross and begins reciting a novena of her own, Ezekiel 18:19-20:
“ And yet you all will say, why shouldn't the son suffer for the iniquity of the father? Since the son has done what is just and right and has been careful to observe all his statutes, so that he shall surely live. The soul who sins is the one who shall die. The son shall not suffer for the iniquity of the father, nor the father suffer for the iniquity of the son. The righteousness of the righteous shall be credited to them, and the wickedness of the wicked will be charged against them…”
Just by looking at him, you just knew when Corey Black said, “NO!…” that meant FUCKING YES!
“ Corey Black, for being this so-called, self-proclaimed King Of All Wrestlers, you’re really showing your old age by showing a total lack of experience, wisdom, and judgment, my friend. If you thought your quick impression of Leonidas and delivering upon thee The Burning Hammer was supposed to be some kind of an attention getter, bravo, bravo, you really captured my attention and thought wrong once again, my friend. Did you really think that after you read me my right to remain silent that I would actually remain silent?…”
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 King Of All Wrestlers” Corey Black watching at home while oozing God-given laissez-faire attitude and Hollywood Blockbuster Superstar Fashion Model Machismo.
“ THE CREEPING DEATH FEARS THE DARK GIFT!…”
“PRINCES OF THE UNIVERSE” by QUEEN was on his custom-made special edition Beats Studio gloss white wireless headphones:
He raises his head up 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 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.
The antechamber itself was void of all the aesthetic nuances and 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.
A very curvaceous Latina woman wearing designer glasses, a bright yellow and fiery red print string bikini, created by Beach Bunny Swimwear, a slim fitting stark white M3 Vera G. women's lab coat with a premium engineered and handcrafted stethoscope draped around her neck, was looking at the x-ray results coming from an MRI:
Dr. Maria Magdalena: “ I’ve seen worse. The trauma caused by Corey Black’s Burning Hammer should’ve ended your professional wrestling sports entertainment career. But unfortunately for AW, you never really been known for your brains, you’ve always been known more for your physically gifted handsome and distinguished good looks. I’ve treated you after sustaining and surviving a 6-on-1 #beachkrew beatdown. I’ve treated you after sustaining and surviving two Howard Black Kimura Locks. I’ve treated you after sustaining and surviving being put through a crystal table by Bonnie Blue. I’ve treated you after sustaining and surviving your year and a half long feud with Kevin Bishop. I’ve treated you after sustaining and surviving being battered and beaten by Ryan Lockhart inside an Execution Cage Match. And I’ve treated you after sustaining and surviving your time in The Hollywood Elite. You’ve always had one foot in the gutter and one foot in the grave. But alas, what is this doctor to do? Knowing your fast recovery rate as much as I do, you should pull through this latest setback in what will no doubt be numerous in a long line of traumatic experiences with Corey Black’s Burning Hammer with flying colors…”
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, was resting comfortably while 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 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.
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, as he gets down to business and starts painting his masterpiece:
" Whoever appeals to the law against his fellow man is either a fool or a coward. Whoever cannot take care of himself without that law is both. For a wounded man shall say to his assailant, If I live, I will kill you. If I die, you are forgiven. Such is the rule of honor. HMPT!…”
His sweet and lovely femme fatale temptress, “The Fashionista Sensei” Miss Miyamoto’s attractive well-proportioned, slim, trim, toned body built for sin was encased in a form-fitting stark white plush Salvatore Ferragamo Egyptian Cotton Bath Towel wrapped around her torso. Her leg was strategically placed over his muscular thigh giving his inner thigh a playful massage with her foot.
She seems to mysteriously be conjuring 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.
Her raven black hair looking totally sleek and layered down to the middle of her back showing off her angelic face with her iconic Ray-Ban Wayfarer sunglasses lowered down her perfectly flawless nose on her angelic looking face, showing off her intoxicating and incandescent almond shaped green eyes looking very lovingly at him.
She sees the fire burning in his sparkling blue eyes in a predatory manner that shows the primal screams and shouts exuding from his animal magnetism towards The King Of All Wrestlers and slowly traces the footprint still imprinted on his muscular chest with her index finger. Chuck Taylors? She makes the sign of the cross and begins reciting a novena of her own, Ezekiel 18:19-20:
“ And yet you all will say, why shouldn't the son suffer for the iniquity of the father? Since the son has done what is just and right and has been careful to observe all his statutes, so that he shall surely live. The soul who sins is the one who shall die. The son shall not suffer for the iniquity of the father, nor the father suffer for the iniquity of the son. The righteousness of the righteous shall be credited to them, and the wickedness of the wicked will be charged against them…”
Just by looking at him, you just knew when Corey Black said, “NO!…” that meant FUCKING YES!
“ Corey Black, for being this so-called, self-proclaimed King Of All Wrestlers, you’re really showing your old age by showing a total lack of experience, wisdom, and judgment, my friend. If you thought your quick impression of Leonidas and delivering upon thee The Burning Hammer was supposed to be some kind of an attention getter, bravo, bravo, you really captured my attention and thought wrong once again, my friend. Did you really think that after you read me my right to remain silent that I would actually remain silent?…”
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 King Of All Wrestlers” Corey Black watching at home while oozing God-given laissez-faire attitude and Hollywood Blockbuster Superstar Fashion Model Machismo.
“ THE CREEPING DEATH FEARS THE DARK GIFT!…”
“PRINCES OF THE UNIVERSE” by QUEEN was on his custom-made special edition Beats Studio gloss white wireless headphones:
He raises his head up 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 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.