A True "Role-model" For All Ages
May 26, 2016 12:39:21 GMT -6
"Mr. God" Benjamin Atreyu, Spencer Adams, and 1 more like this
Post by SHADOWLOVE on May 26, 2016 12:39:21 GMT -6
Cloaked in a coastal marine layer of fog, contributing to the wet environment encouraging vigorous plant growth vital to the old-growth coastal redwood forest, stands an Old Abandoned Church Of Final Judgment. The old grey stones of The Old Abandoned Church Of Final Judgement were only visible where the vines and moss had not yet reached. The coastal redwood forest itself seems to come alive in an attempt to envelop The Old Abandoned Church Of Final Judgement, now standing as the only remaining visage of a very private sanctuary.
An immense and incredibly powerful distinct sound from a Ducati 1198cc Testastretta 11° Dual Spark V-twin world-beating engine can be heard echoing in the distance throughout the coastal redwood forest.
The stained glass windows gave way to the vines that entered, intertwining their way through a place unknown and forbidden to their advances so long ago. A section of the ceiling had collapsed, giving way to a shade of sparkling emerald moonlight magically illuminating the altar within The Old Abandoned Church Of Final Judgement. Just below the altar was a small pile of partially blackened bibles and charred wood showing that not all people had forgotten about this place.
The immense and incredibly powerful distinct sound from a Ducati 1198cc Testastretta 11° Dual Spark V-twin world-beating engine echoes closer and closer towards The Old Abandoned Church Of Final Judgement.
The Old Abandoned Church of Final Judgement often seemed so far away to the outside world, so frigid and set apart from the natural beauty which the Lord had made and now, here, it seemed that the best of both worlds had come together, making it that much more beautiful and that much more unforgiving. Combined with the smell of smoke, ash, and incense, was the sweet flowery scent of fragrances from oils that gave The Old Abandoned Church of Final Judgment an old world feeling of an awe inspiring sense of spiritual mystery, and keen fascination.
Snap, Hiss.
A handheld percussive tube sparks up and flies end over end down the aisle way of The Old Abandoned Church Of Final Judgement leaving a pyrotechnic trail producing a brilliant light of intense heat like a comet circling the Earth and lands just below the altar on a pile of partially blackened bibles and charred wood.
A sophisticatedly carbon fibre and premium Ducati Diavel 1198cc Testastretta 11° Dual Spark V-twin high performance motorcycle, with Marchesini wheels and and slick Zircotec-coated dual exhaust pipes, enters The Old Abandoned Church Of Final Judgement with respect and cruises to a stop by the burning bonfire.
A gracefully sensuous petite, yet dignified, silhouette, spoke of a female,wearing a Vantablack carbon AGV Pista GP Helmet with her attractively well-proportioned, slim, trim, toned body built for sin encased in a form-fitting Dainese Mike lady Vantablack leather jacket, a form-fitting Dainese Alien Vantablack leather pants, and Vantablack SIDI Adventure Gore-Tex boots, swings and pirouettes her leg, with catlike precision, over the gas tank and handlebars of the Ducati Diavel.
The silhouette slowly removes the Vantablack carbon AGV Pista GP Helmet with Vantablack fingerless gloves revealing the Infamous Superstar's personal bodyguard/valet and “Fashionista Sensei”, Ms. Miyamoto, the simply ravishing femme fatale temptress, with her raven black hair pulled back in a French braid showing off her angelic face with her eyes hidden behind a pair of RayBan sunglasses. Her sweet as honey, harmoniously hypnotizing, smooth as silk, smoky voice radiating through her alluring lips:
MS. MIYAMOTO: Watashi wa kare ga, kare wa rokotsu no akuyō josei to dōbutsu to hanarete iru koto ga dekiru koto o kangaeru koto ni totemo tokkendearu to kangaete iru dareka yori mo, Beikoku Senshuken Mugen ni motto kirei na mono wa nani mo arimasen. Chance Von Crank-san, no honshitsu wa kare no sonzai ni hijō ni saisho no shunkan kara, kono soshiki-nai no ningen no yogore ijō no mono ni natte inakere no nōshuku hinan no hakudatsu de kōsei sa rete imasu. . .
Your modern day charismatic and charming egotistical, narcissistic, politically incorrect, felicitating, self-righteous, second-generation megalomaniac, "The Handsome Half-breed" Shadowlove, is sitting back relaxing on a pew, with his hands interlocked in classic masculine and modern mussed, razor-textured, choppy finished dark brown hair behind his head.
He’s showing off his fighter's face with an ice cold stare which radiants from his blue eyes. He’s stripped to the waist showing off the upper body of a Greek God, with washboard abs, in a black leather trench-coat along with Crocodile skinned pants with Alligator skinned boots. His Alligator skinned boots are perched up on the pew in front of him and crossed at the ankles.
By the Japanese being spoken by Ms. Miyamoto, Shadowlove can see the anger building up inside her and laughs to himself translating her words, as his low dusky voice rings out fully, with all charm and charisma that one can muster, mister:
SHADOWLOVE: Thank you very much, cVc. Now you've done it, my friend. What was supposed to be a quiet week off, has now turned into quite the conundrum for you this Sunday on Overload. Who would've thought that just one week after taking a Superkick from The Omega Man, that yours truly would be the UCI’s knight in shining armor? You see, unfortunately for you, cVc, there's nothing that Ms. Miyamoto hates more in the United Championship Infinite than someone like yourself, who thinks that he is so privileged into thinking that he can blatantly get away with abusing women, much less animals. Your very existence consists of the deprivation of concentrated condemnation of being nothing more than a human stain in this organization. Now, personally, I have nothing against you cVc but “The Handsome Half-breed” in me will repay your abuse towards women and animals, in kind, and give back, two-fold, the kind of treatment that you so richly deserve with extreme prejudice. . .
Ms. Miyamoto lowers her RayBan sunglasses down her perfectly flawless nose on her angelic face showing off her incandescent green eyes. Her incandescent green eyes scans back and forth, like the Terminator, inside The Old Abandoned Church Of Final Judgement. As her incandescent green eyes reaches the bonfire, the bonfire seems to want to dance away from her in an optical illusion.
MS. MIYAMOTO: Chance Von Crank-san, you represent the lowest scum on the face of the Earth. But, Shadowlove-san isn't standing with torches in hand outside your trailer feeling the responsibility for, or endearment towards, the unsilent majority of women in this organization or, for that matter, all the animals throughout the world that cannot speak for themselves. They already have representatives that fight the good fight for their just cause. The mental and physical abuse that you put Pixie Paradoxxx through is only half the battle of what Shadowlove-san will put you through this Sunday at Overload. A cockroach like yourself seems to think that you can scurry around in the light of the United Championship Infinite without being stepped on and squashed. . .
Shadowlove, feeling quite the chill in the air, starts skimming through a partially blackened bible. Licking his finger as he turns pages looking for nothing in particular. Shrugging his shoulders, he throws the partially blackened bible like a Frisbee towards the bonfire. The bonfire crackles. Shadowlove starts wringing his hands together in hopes that the heat from the bonfire reaches his now somewhat cold freezing hands, but to no avail.
SHADOWLOVE: You've thought wrong, cVc, I can really care less about your reputation of being a natural born prodigy of trailer park trash. Am I supposed to be impressed that you were born with a plastic spoon in your mouth? Am I really supposed to be impressed what you have done in your lackluster, self-proclaimed “controversial” career? Everyone in the Von Erich family is rolling in their grave, including Kevin who isn't even dead yet, at how you're supposedly representing the Von Erich brand-name. Oh, and I am very well aware of the potential impact that you think that you have in this organization. You might think that in your perverted mind that people should cower in your presence such as Pixie Stix does under your manipulation when you’re playing with dolls? There will be no fear and there will be no loathing in Chicago!. . .
Shadowlove rises up from the pew and makes his way towards the bonfire. He adds new logs to the fire, sending feeble sparks to die in the air. But after a time, the bonfire finds it's confidence and grows until the heat warms him. The bonfires orange flames celebrating with their wild flickering dance and projecting long shadows throughout The Old Abandoned Church Of Final Judgement.
Ms Miyamoto takes her proper place cradling against Shadowlove's body and starts caressing his muscular chest with her fingers.
MS. MIYAMOTO: Shadowlove-san holds a very blatant disregard for those whom he perceives of having a mediocre mind such as you do, Chance Von Crank-san. Your lack of apprehension for one of life's many natural wonders, be it women, animals, or the sports entertainment business in general will be your downfall. The true spoils of war in this match rightfully belongs to those willing do whatever it takes to be victorious. You just might think that is you? But unlike Shadowlove-san’s counterpart in this match, Chance Von Crank-san, Shadowlove-san doesn't have to be a violation of the laws of nature by engaging in a persistent life of crime against humanity like some lost episode of COPS in order to lie, cheat, and steal his way to victory. But you really just can't help that inbreeding was big in your criminally militant family growing up when there is nothing better to do in Harlan County. But rather than being an inbred trailer park prodigy like yourself, Shadowlove-san will direct all his energy in this match through the pursuit of a tough-minded tenaciousness in the fierce determination to inflict as much physical and mental punishment on you like you are some redheaded stepchild in the Von Erich family . . .
Shadowlove pokes the bonfire with his Alligator skinned boot. The bonfire seems to die a little as if unsure that it wants to devour. Suddenly, the intensity and excitement of the flames of the bonfire seems to be wanting to dance with the sparkling emerald moonlight.
SHADOWLOVE: There will be no conscious, subconscious, conscientiousness when the UCI is cheering my name, just like they did The Fabulous Freebirds back in the day, when they gravitate toward my heartlessness and ruthlessness as I scientifically dissect every inch of you when we meet this Sunday at Overload. I am your modern day charismatic and charming egotistical, narcissistic, politically incorrect, felicitating, self-righteous, second-generation megalomaniac. And what are you cVc? You are just some wannabe second-rate wrestler hanging around for a decade or so past your prime thinking that you can cross the tracks into my neighborhood and make a name for yourself in the UCI at my expense. . .
Shadowlove and Ms. Miyamoto start the dance of passion, a Sexy “Dynamic Duo” Tango, around the bonfire. The bonfire starts pulsating. The glowing embers seems to move in rhythm with the flames and matching every dip and sweep coming from the Sexy “The Dynamic Duo” Tango.
MS. MIYAMOTO: Chance Von Crank-san, the only thing that you have amassed in you life with your trailer park trash sense of superiority and your trailer park trash sense of entitlement is a bad case of hemorrhoids. You haven't shown anybody anything that they haven't seen on Discovery ID. You intentionally and constantly try to pit yourself against the rules of the establishment. Child Please! Shadowlove-san is acutely aware of your trailer park trash mentality, I mean, who really cares that you are always in conflict with law enforcement and you spend your life trying to avoid being incarcerated because you are jerking yourself off when playing the victim card?. . .
SHADOWLOVE: cVc, you have the right to remain silent. . .
MS. MIYAMOTO: What are you doing?. . .
SHADOWLOVE: Getting it out of the way!. . .
The bonfire and “The Dynamic Duo” were mesmerizing to watch. The colors of orange and red gave way to yellow and white near the centre of the bonfire intertwining with the Sexy “Dynamic Duo” Tango, which emanated the greatest heat of all.
MS. MIYAMOTO: Chance Von Crank-san, that “me against them” trailer park mentality of yours only puts you at odds with only yourself. You already recognize Shadowlove-san as the more superior athlete because he has little respect for the rules for the establishment as well. You expend all your energy vehemently trying to resist the feeling of obligation to what I like to call the burden of being “The Handsome Half-breed” Shadowlove-san. It is easy to see why you have become very hot-tempered and very frustrated while longing to become just like “The Handsome Half-breed” Shadowlove-san. . .
Shadowlove, feeling a little parched after his tryout for “Dancing With The Stars”, comes across a chalice which he believes to be “The Holy Grail”. He dips the chalice into the baptismal font, takes a drink to wet his whistles, then takes another drink and feels quite, invincible.
SHADOWLOVE: cVc, really? Really! You’re just living up to your name by being dishonest and distasteful to yourself if you try to deny your feelings. You don't have the imperturbability to become a heartbreaker and lifetaker like “The Handsome Half-breed”. You just don't have the moral or immoral scruples that it takes to be “The Handsome Half-breed”. You lack the intestinal fortitude that I have to propel yourself to do the right thing and refrain from doing the wrong thing when trying to emulate your hero, “The Handsome Half-breed” Shadowlove!. . .
Observing the eight virtues of Bushidō, as envisioned by Nitobe Inazo, Ms. Miyamoto, comes across the nave of Old Abandoned The Church Of Final Judgement, and kneels before the votive candles in front of a life-sized statue of the Blessed Virgin Mary. She lights a candle to establish a connection between present-day Japan and The Church Of Final Judgments ancient past with Righteousness (gi), Courage (yū), Benevolence (jin), Respect (rei), Sincerity (makoto), Honour (meiyo), Loyalty (chūgi), and Self-Control (jisei).
MS. MIYAMOTO: Imitation is an insincere form of flattery, Chance Von Crank-san. But being “The Handsome Half-breed” Shadowlove-san is more than watching Cinemax After Dark in the hope of becoming a genetically-based “Freakarella” with an anti-social predisposition. If you keep on looking for sympathy for being the byproduct of a bad trailer park trashy environment, then maybe, just maybe, the United Championship Infinite will hold a telethon for you and Pixie Stix like you two were some third world kids from Ethiopia? That is not to say that Chance Von Crank-san is your stereotypical charity case, on the contrary, everyone can see that he was well cared for growing up in such a Cranky family. (Wink, Wink). . .
Ms. Miyamoto raises her RayBan sunglasses up her perfectly flawless nose on her angelic face with her middle finger.
Shadowlove, standing in front of the alter magically illuminating under the sparkling emerald moonlight, comes across the sacrament. He finds a package of wafers and starts munching on the Body of Christ. Shadowlove’s loud chewing breaks up the silent lucidity of The Church Of Final Judgement.
SHADOWLOVE: So let me get this straight, cVc, Hank and Loretta, your sister/mother Charlene, your midget step-father Spitball and your Father/Mother “Henrietta”, the whole damn state of Kentucky were a bad influence on you? You don't say? Well, my friend, you are quite the mixed-up blessing aren't you? I mean, I am no Jerry Springer but to what degree do you think that you were screwed over other than when you’re showing up this Sunday Night at Overload?. . .
Ms. Miyamoto, with catlike precision, raises up, giving Shadowlove that, “You're being a very bad boy” gesture by waving her index finger back and forth in a “no, no, no” gesture. Shadowlove downs the last of the package of wafers and chugs what’s left in the chalice, then closes his eyes hoping he turns invisible. No Such Luck cVc!
MS. MIYAMOTO: Chance Von Crank-san, your phenomenal breathtaking family life is quite the thing of beauty. You really don't have to look to “The Handsome Half-breed” Shadowlove-san to be your “Role-model” when caring and encouraging your developmental growth in the sports entertainment business. But who better to have as your “Role-model” than “The Handsome Half-breed” Shadowlove-san? Is there a stronger “Role-model” for you than “The Handsome Half-breed” Shadowlove-san to look up to? Although, you better read the fine print before entering the squared-circle this Sunday Night at Overload. Shadowlove-san‘s influential manipulative personality development does vary from person to person and may be extremely harmful and hazardous to your health. . .
There is no place on Earth, that combines the best of both worlds, the deep crystal clear aqua blue waters of a lake and the immeasurable beauty of The Church Of Final Judgement.
Shadowlove scoops up Ms. Miyamoto and cradles her gently in his arms like carrying a newborn baby and walks her towards the confessional. What happens in the confessional stays in the confessional
The aqua blue waters of the lake nearby has the reflection of a distant glow, bright and vivid casting a spotlight on Ms.Miyamoto sitting on Shadowlove’s with her legs neatly crossed inside the confessional. She is twirling his classic masculine and modern mussed, razor-textured, choppy finished dark brown hair between her fingertips with carnal knowledge and malignant pleasure.
MS. MIYAMOTO: Chance Von Crank-san, have we given you enough time to window shop through the wonderful world of “The Handsome Half-breed” Shadowlove-san? Have we given you enough time to take the tour of the place where all sorts of ignorant people like yourself have the tendencies to rub us the wrong way? It is a very dangerous misadventure for you to underestimate the talent of your “Role-model” inside the squared-circle this Sunday Night at Overload. This common misrepresentation has been very controversial throughout Shadowlove-san’s career. He thrives on second rate trailer park trash prodigies like yourself thinking that they can mutilate or kill him inside the squared-circle. He is simply fighting a just cause against a second rate trailer park trash prodigy like yourself so that peace and goodness can reign supreme in the United Championship Infinite. . .
SHADOWLOVE: cVc, the most jealous, envious, and shameful people like yourself have always been the most sensitive and insecure type of people in the sports entertainment business. Your animosity towards “ The Handsome Half-breed” will betray you, will reject you, and will devalue you as a second rate trailer park trash prodigy. In the end, you will just be hurting yourself and Pixie Stix in the long run by becoming your own worst enemy. The second rate trailer park trash prodigy is filled with hypocritical highs and lows with the constant guilt over unresolved family issues. You simply want to thrive on inferior people like Pixie Stix with your hurtfully bruised personification of being the second rate trailer park trash prodigy. I will bring out the very best and the very worst in these wannabe second-rate trailer park trash prodigies whose white trash attitude weakens their character both mentally and physically this Sunday Night at Overload. That is the irony of being “The Trailer Park Trash Prodigy” Chance Von Crank and Pixie Paradoxxx!
Shadowlove exits the confessional still cradling Ms. Miyamoto gently in his arms like carrying a newborn baby and walks her towards the sophisticatedly carbon fibre and premium Ducati Diavel 1198cc Testastretta 11° Dual Spark V-twin high performance motorcycle, with Marchesini wheels and and slick Zircotec-coated dual exhaust pipes.
Suddenly, in KRAMER style move; twirling twice and performing a 7.3 on the Richter scale triple take as if coming through a door, Shadowlove looks up at Jesus on the crucifix.
The Handsome Half-breed" Shadowlove, along with his personal bodyguard/valet and “Fashionista Sensei” Ms. Miyamoto, stopping for a second, taking in the aura and sweet smells of The Old Abandoned Church Of Final Judgement. Ms. Miyamoto takes her proper place, standing and cradling, against Shadowlove's body and caresses his muscular chest with her fingers. “The Dynamic Duo” pose like fashion models on a catwalk.
Shadowlove touches the foot on the statue of Jesus on the crucifix and spins around to face the viewing audience at home. The statue of Jesus on the crucifix starts to crumble around “The Dynamic Duo” in what appears to be in slow-motion.
“PERSONAL JESUS” by Depeche Mode starts to play on the Bose® (product placement) SoundTouch® (product placement) indoor/outdoor surround sound system.
The Handsome Half-breed" Shadowlove, bows his head, raising his arms straight out to his sides, as if, being crucified on a cross. And on the third day, Jesus, wept.
As the statue of Jesus on the crucifix continues to crumble around “The Dynamic Duo” in what appears to be in slow-motion, Shadowlove raises his head showing with a malevolent, tight wolfish, whiplash smile, slowly appearing on his lips showing off perfectly white even teeth on his chiseled fighter's face, as an ice cold stare radiants from his blue eyes with an “I’ve dined with Kings and Queens, and laid in the gutter eating Pork & Beans, American Dream Dusty Rhodes” shit-eating grin.
Shadowlove starts to "strip" off his black leather trench-coat like a Chippendale's dancer. Spinning the black leather trench-coat around him like a Matador in a bullring, throwing it up into the air, catching it and putting it back on as if nothing has happened.
“HER STRUT" by Bob Seger & The Silver Bullet Band starts to play on the Bose® (product placement) SoundTouch® (product placement) indoor/outdoor surround sound system.
Ms. Miyamoto exuding fantastic supermodel energy, as she walks with a stiff, erect, and apparently arrogant and conceited "Strut" around Shadowlove. She lowers her RayBan sunglasses, showing off her incandescent green eyes, nodding in approval at such a Magnificent Specimen, Shadowlove-san, while tapping a rolled-up copy of the Wall St. Journal in the palm of her hand.
Shadowlove climbs on the sophisticatedly carbon fibre and premium Ducati Diavel 1198cc Testastretta 11° Dual Spark V-twin high performance motorcycle, with Marchesini wheels and and slick Zircotec-coated dual exhaust pipes.
The immense and incredibly powerful distinct sound from a Ducati 1198cc Testastretta 11° Dual Spark V-twin world-beating engine can be heard coming to life, echoing throughout The Old Abandoned Church Of Final Judgement.
Ms, Miyamoto swings and pirouettes her leg, with catlike precision, over the Ducati Diavel 240/45 ZR17 Pirelli Diablo Rosso II with Marchesini forged and machined, 8.00 x 17, 10-spokes tire and straddles the Vantablack dual leather seat behind Shadowlove.
Ms. Miyamoto wraps her arms and legs around Shadowlove’s waist like a Black Widow Spider. She raises her RayBan sunglasses up her perfectly flawless nose on her angelic face with her middle finger.
THIS IS THE END, MY ONLY FRIEND...THE END!
An immense and incredibly powerful distinct sound from a Ducati 1198cc Testastretta 11° Dual Spark V-twin world-beating engine can be heard echoing in the distance throughout the coastal redwood forest.
The stained glass windows gave way to the vines that entered, intertwining their way through a place unknown and forbidden to their advances so long ago. A section of the ceiling had collapsed, giving way to a shade of sparkling emerald moonlight magically illuminating the altar within The Old Abandoned Church Of Final Judgement. Just below the altar was a small pile of partially blackened bibles and charred wood showing that not all people had forgotten about this place.
The immense and incredibly powerful distinct sound from a Ducati 1198cc Testastretta 11° Dual Spark V-twin world-beating engine echoes closer and closer towards The Old Abandoned Church Of Final Judgement.
The Old Abandoned Church of Final Judgement often seemed so far away to the outside world, so frigid and set apart from the natural beauty which the Lord had made and now, here, it seemed that the best of both worlds had come together, making it that much more beautiful and that much more unforgiving. Combined with the smell of smoke, ash, and incense, was the sweet flowery scent of fragrances from oils that gave The Old Abandoned Church of Final Judgment an old world feeling of an awe inspiring sense of spiritual mystery, and keen fascination.
Snap, Hiss.
A handheld percussive tube sparks up and flies end over end down the aisle way of The Old Abandoned Church Of Final Judgement leaving a pyrotechnic trail producing a brilliant light of intense heat like a comet circling the Earth and lands just below the altar on a pile of partially blackened bibles and charred wood.
A sophisticatedly carbon fibre and premium Ducati Diavel 1198cc Testastretta 11° Dual Spark V-twin high performance motorcycle, with Marchesini wheels and and slick Zircotec-coated dual exhaust pipes, enters The Old Abandoned Church Of Final Judgement with respect and cruises to a stop by the burning bonfire.
A gracefully sensuous petite, yet dignified, silhouette, spoke of a female,wearing a Vantablack carbon AGV Pista GP Helmet with her attractively well-proportioned, slim, trim, toned body built for sin encased in a form-fitting Dainese Mike lady Vantablack leather jacket, a form-fitting Dainese Alien Vantablack leather pants, and Vantablack SIDI Adventure Gore-Tex boots, swings and pirouettes her leg, with catlike precision, over the gas tank and handlebars of the Ducati Diavel.
The silhouette slowly removes the Vantablack carbon AGV Pista GP Helmet with Vantablack fingerless gloves revealing the Infamous Superstar's personal bodyguard/valet and “Fashionista Sensei”, Ms. Miyamoto, the simply ravishing femme fatale temptress, with her raven black hair pulled back in a French braid showing off her angelic face with her eyes hidden behind a pair of RayBan sunglasses. Her sweet as honey, harmoniously hypnotizing, smooth as silk, smoky voice radiating through her alluring lips:
MS. MIYAMOTO: Watashi wa kare ga, kare wa rokotsu no akuyō josei to dōbutsu to hanarete iru koto ga dekiru koto o kangaeru koto ni totemo tokkendearu to kangaete iru dareka yori mo, Beikoku Senshuken Mugen ni motto kirei na mono wa nani mo arimasen. Chance Von Crank-san, no honshitsu wa kare no sonzai ni hijō ni saisho no shunkan kara, kono soshiki-nai no ningen no yogore ijō no mono ni natte inakere no nōshuku hinan no hakudatsu de kōsei sa rete imasu. . .
Your modern day charismatic and charming egotistical, narcissistic, politically incorrect, felicitating, self-righteous, second-generation megalomaniac, "The Handsome Half-breed" Shadowlove, is sitting back relaxing on a pew, with his hands interlocked in classic masculine and modern mussed, razor-textured, choppy finished dark brown hair behind his head.
He’s showing off his fighter's face with an ice cold stare which radiants from his blue eyes. He’s stripped to the waist showing off the upper body of a Greek God, with washboard abs, in a black leather trench-coat along with Crocodile skinned pants with Alligator skinned boots. His Alligator skinned boots are perched up on the pew in front of him and crossed at the ankles.
By the Japanese being spoken by Ms. Miyamoto, Shadowlove can see the anger building up inside her and laughs to himself translating her words, as his low dusky voice rings out fully, with all charm and charisma that one can muster, mister:
SHADOWLOVE: Thank you very much, cVc. Now you've done it, my friend. What was supposed to be a quiet week off, has now turned into quite the conundrum for you this Sunday on Overload. Who would've thought that just one week after taking a Superkick from The Omega Man, that yours truly would be the UCI’s knight in shining armor? You see, unfortunately for you, cVc, there's nothing that Ms. Miyamoto hates more in the United Championship Infinite than someone like yourself, who thinks that he is so privileged into thinking that he can blatantly get away with abusing women, much less animals. Your very existence consists of the deprivation of concentrated condemnation of being nothing more than a human stain in this organization. Now, personally, I have nothing against you cVc but “The Handsome Half-breed” in me will repay your abuse towards women and animals, in kind, and give back, two-fold, the kind of treatment that you so richly deserve with extreme prejudice. . .
Ms. Miyamoto lowers her RayBan sunglasses down her perfectly flawless nose on her angelic face showing off her incandescent green eyes. Her incandescent green eyes scans back and forth, like the Terminator, inside The Old Abandoned Church Of Final Judgement. As her incandescent green eyes reaches the bonfire, the bonfire seems to want to dance away from her in an optical illusion.
MS. MIYAMOTO: Chance Von Crank-san, you represent the lowest scum on the face of the Earth. But, Shadowlove-san isn't standing with torches in hand outside your trailer feeling the responsibility for, or endearment towards, the unsilent majority of women in this organization or, for that matter, all the animals throughout the world that cannot speak for themselves. They already have representatives that fight the good fight for their just cause. The mental and physical abuse that you put Pixie Paradoxxx through is only half the battle of what Shadowlove-san will put you through this Sunday at Overload. A cockroach like yourself seems to think that you can scurry around in the light of the United Championship Infinite without being stepped on and squashed. . .
Shadowlove, feeling quite the chill in the air, starts skimming through a partially blackened bible. Licking his finger as he turns pages looking for nothing in particular. Shrugging his shoulders, he throws the partially blackened bible like a Frisbee towards the bonfire. The bonfire crackles. Shadowlove starts wringing his hands together in hopes that the heat from the bonfire reaches his now somewhat cold freezing hands, but to no avail.
SHADOWLOVE: You've thought wrong, cVc, I can really care less about your reputation of being a natural born prodigy of trailer park trash. Am I supposed to be impressed that you were born with a plastic spoon in your mouth? Am I really supposed to be impressed what you have done in your lackluster, self-proclaimed “controversial” career? Everyone in the Von Erich family is rolling in their grave, including Kevin who isn't even dead yet, at how you're supposedly representing the Von Erich brand-name. Oh, and I am very well aware of the potential impact that you think that you have in this organization. You might think that in your perverted mind that people should cower in your presence such as Pixie Stix does under your manipulation when you’re playing with dolls? There will be no fear and there will be no loathing in Chicago!. . .
Shadowlove rises up from the pew and makes his way towards the bonfire. He adds new logs to the fire, sending feeble sparks to die in the air. But after a time, the bonfire finds it's confidence and grows until the heat warms him. The bonfires orange flames celebrating with their wild flickering dance and projecting long shadows throughout The Old Abandoned Church Of Final Judgement.
Ms Miyamoto takes her proper place cradling against Shadowlove's body and starts caressing his muscular chest with her fingers.
MS. MIYAMOTO: Shadowlove-san holds a very blatant disregard for those whom he perceives of having a mediocre mind such as you do, Chance Von Crank-san. Your lack of apprehension for one of life's many natural wonders, be it women, animals, or the sports entertainment business in general will be your downfall. The true spoils of war in this match rightfully belongs to those willing do whatever it takes to be victorious. You just might think that is you? But unlike Shadowlove-san’s counterpart in this match, Chance Von Crank-san, Shadowlove-san doesn't have to be a violation of the laws of nature by engaging in a persistent life of crime against humanity like some lost episode of COPS in order to lie, cheat, and steal his way to victory. But you really just can't help that inbreeding was big in your criminally militant family growing up when there is nothing better to do in Harlan County. But rather than being an inbred trailer park prodigy like yourself, Shadowlove-san will direct all his energy in this match through the pursuit of a tough-minded tenaciousness in the fierce determination to inflict as much physical and mental punishment on you like you are some redheaded stepchild in the Von Erich family . . .
Shadowlove pokes the bonfire with his Alligator skinned boot. The bonfire seems to die a little as if unsure that it wants to devour. Suddenly, the intensity and excitement of the flames of the bonfire seems to be wanting to dance with the sparkling emerald moonlight.
SHADOWLOVE: There will be no conscious, subconscious, conscientiousness when the UCI is cheering my name, just like they did The Fabulous Freebirds back in the day, when they gravitate toward my heartlessness and ruthlessness as I scientifically dissect every inch of you when we meet this Sunday at Overload. I am your modern day charismatic and charming egotistical, narcissistic, politically incorrect, felicitating, self-righteous, second-generation megalomaniac. And what are you cVc? You are just some wannabe second-rate wrestler hanging around for a decade or so past your prime thinking that you can cross the tracks into my neighborhood and make a name for yourself in the UCI at my expense. . .
Shadowlove and Ms. Miyamoto start the dance of passion, a Sexy “Dynamic Duo” Tango, around the bonfire. The bonfire starts pulsating. The glowing embers seems to move in rhythm with the flames and matching every dip and sweep coming from the Sexy “The Dynamic Duo” Tango.
MS. MIYAMOTO: Chance Von Crank-san, the only thing that you have amassed in you life with your trailer park trash sense of superiority and your trailer park trash sense of entitlement is a bad case of hemorrhoids. You haven't shown anybody anything that they haven't seen on Discovery ID. You intentionally and constantly try to pit yourself against the rules of the establishment. Child Please! Shadowlove-san is acutely aware of your trailer park trash mentality, I mean, who really cares that you are always in conflict with law enforcement and you spend your life trying to avoid being incarcerated because you are jerking yourself off when playing the victim card?. . .
SHADOWLOVE: cVc, you have the right to remain silent. . .
MS. MIYAMOTO: What are you doing?. . .
SHADOWLOVE: Getting it out of the way!. . .
The bonfire and “The Dynamic Duo” were mesmerizing to watch. The colors of orange and red gave way to yellow and white near the centre of the bonfire intertwining with the Sexy “Dynamic Duo” Tango, which emanated the greatest heat of all.
MS. MIYAMOTO: Chance Von Crank-san, that “me against them” trailer park mentality of yours only puts you at odds with only yourself. You already recognize Shadowlove-san as the more superior athlete because he has little respect for the rules for the establishment as well. You expend all your energy vehemently trying to resist the feeling of obligation to what I like to call the burden of being “The Handsome Half-breed” Shadowlove-san. It is easy to see why you have become very hot-tempered and very frustrated while longing to become just like “The Handsome Half-breed” Shadowlove-san. . .
Shadowlove, feeling a little parched after his tryout for “Dancing With The Stars”, comes across a chalice which he believes to be “The Holy Grail”. He dips the chalice into the baptismal font, takes a drink to wet his whistles, then takes another drink and feels quite, invincible.
SHADOWLOVE: cVc, really? Really! You’re just living up to your name by being dishonest and distasteful to yourself if you try to deny your feelings. You don't have the imperturbability to become a heartbreaker and lifetaker like “The Handsome Half-breed”. You just don't have the moral or immoral scruples that it takes to be “The Handsome Half-breed”. You lack the intestinal fortitude that I have to propel yourself to do the right thing and refrain from doing the wrong thing when trying to emulate your hero, “The Handsome Half-breed” Shadowlove!. . .
Observing the eight virtues of Bushidō, as envisioned by Nitobe Inazo, Ms. Miyamoto, comes across the nave of Old Abandoned The Church Of Final Judgement, and kneels before the votive candles in front of a life-sized statue of the Blessed Virgin Mary. She lights a candle to establish a connection between present-day Japan and The Church Of Final Judgments ancient past with Righteousness (gi), Courage (yū), Benevolence (jin), Respect (rei), Sincerity (makoto), Honour (meiyo), Loyalty (chūgi), and Self-Control (jisei).
MS. MIYAMOTO: Imitation is an insincere form of flattery, Chance Von Crank-san. But being “The Handsome Half-breed” Shadowlove-san is more than watching Cinemax After Dark in the hope of becoming a genetically-based “Freakarella” with an anti-social predisposition. If you keep on looking for sympathy for being the byproduct of a bad trailer park trashy environment, then maybe, just maybe, the United Championship Infinite will hold a telethon for you and Pixie Stix like you two were some third world kids from Ethiopia? That is not to say that Chance Von Crank-san is your stereotypical charity case, on the contrary, everyone can see that he was well cared for growing up in such a Cranky family. (Wink, Wink). . .
Ms. Miyamoto raises her RayBan sunglasses up her perfectly flawless nose on her angelic face with her middle finger.
Shadowlove, standing in front of the alter magically illuminating under the sparkling emerald moonlight, comes across the sacrament. He finds a package of wafers and starts munching on the Body of Christ. Shadowlove’s loud chewing breaks up the silent lucidity of The Church Of Final Judgement.
SHADOWLOVE: So let me get this straight, cVc, Hank and Loretta, your sister/mother Charlene, your midget step-father Spitball and your Father/Mother “Henrietta”, the whole damn state of Kentucky were a bad influence on you? You don't say? Well, my friend, you are quite the mixed-up blessing aren't you? I mean, I am no Jerry Springer but to what degree do you think that you were screwed over other than when you’re showing up this Sunday Night at Overload?. . .
Ms. Miyamoto, with catlike precision, raises up, giving Shadowlove that, “You're being a very bad boy” gesture by waving her index finger back and forth in a “no, no, no” gesture. Shadowlove downs the last of the package of wafers and chugs what’s left in the chalice, then closes his eyes hoping he turns invisible. No Such Luck cVc!
MS. MIYAMOTO: Chance Von Crank-san, your phenomenal breathtaking family life is quite the thing of beauty. You really don't have to look to “The Handsome Half-breed” Shadowlove-san to be your “Role-model” when caring and encouraging your developmental growth in the sports entertainment business. But who better to have as your “Role-model” than “The Handsome Half-breed” Shadowlove-san? Is there a stronger “Role-model” for you than “The Handsome Half-breed” Shadowlove-san to look up to? Although, you better read the fine print before entering the squared-circle this Sunday Night at Overload. Shadowlove-san‘s influential manipulative personality development does vary from person to person and may be extremely harmful and hazardous to your health. . .
There is no place on Earth, that combines the best of both worlds, the deep crystal clear aqua blue waters of a lake and the immeasurable beauty of The Church Of Final Judgement.
Shadowlove scoops up Ms. Miyamoto and cradles her gently in his arms like carrying a newborn baby and walks her towards the confessional. What happens in the confessional stays in the confessional
The aqua blue waters of the lake nearby has the reflection of a distant glow, bright and vivid casting a spotlight on Ms.Miyamoto sitting on Shadowlove’s with her legs neatly crossed inside the confessional. She is twirling his classic masculine and modern mussed, razor-textured, choppy finished dark brown hair between her fingertips with carnal knowledge and malignant pleasure.
MS. MIYAMOTO: Chance Von Crank-san, have we given you enough time to window shop through the wonderful world of “The Handsome Half-breed” Shadowlove-san? Have we given you enough time to take the tour of the place where all sorts of ignorant people like yourself have the tendencies to rub us the wrong way? It is a very dangerous misadventure for you to underestimate the talent of your “Role-model” inside the squared-circle this Sunday Night at Overload. This common misrepresentation has been very controversial throughout Shadowlove-san’s career. He thrives on second rate trailer park trash prodigies like yourself thinking that they can mutilate or kill him inside the squared-circle. He is simply fighting a just cause against a second rate trailer park trash prodigy like yourself so that peace and goodness can reign supreme in the United Championship Infinite. . .
SHADOWLOVE: cVc, the most jealous, envious, and shameful people like yourself have always been the most sensitive and insecure type of people in the sports entertainment business. Your animosity towards “ The Handsome Half-breed” will betray you, will reject you, and will devalue you as a second rate trailer park trash prodigy. In the end, you will just be hurting yourself and Pixie Stix in the long run by becoming your own worst enemy. The second rate trailer park trash prodigy is filled with hypocritical highs and lows with the constant guilt over unresolved family issues. You simply want to thrive on inferior people like Pixie Stix with your hurtfully bruised personification of being the second rate trailer park trash prodigy. I will bring out the very best and the very worst in these wannabe second-rate trailer park trash prodigies whose white trash attitude weakens their character both mentally and physically this Sunday Night at Overload. That is the irony of being “The Trailer Park Trash Prodigy” Chance Von Crank and Pixie Paradoxxx!
Shadowlove exits the confessional still cradling Ms. Miyamoto gently in his arms like carrying a newborn baby and walks her towards the sophisticatedly carbon fibre and premium Ducati Diavel 1198cc Testastretta 11° Dual Spark V-twin high performance motorcycle, with Marchesini wheels and and slick Zircotec-coated dual exhaust pipes.
Suddenly, in KRAMER style move; twirling twice and performing a 7.3 on the Richter scale triple take as if coming through a door, Shadowlove looks up at Jesus on the crucifix.
The Handsome Half-breed" Shadowlove, along with his personal bodyguard/valet and “Fashionista Sensei” Ms. Miyamoto, stopping for a second, taking in the aura and sweet smells of The Old Abandoned Church Of Final Judgement. Ms. Miyamoto takes her proper place, standing and cradling, against Shadowlove's body and caresses his muscular chest with her fingers. “The Dynamic Duo” pose like fashion models on a catwalk.
Shadowlove touches the foot on the statue of Jesus on the crucifix and spins around to face the viewing audience at home. The statue of Jesus on the crucifix starts to crumble around “The Dynamic Duo” in what appears to be in slow-motion.
“PERSONAL JESUS” by Depeche Mode starts to play on the Bose® (product placement) SoundTouch® (product placement) indoor/outdoor surround sound system.
The Handsome Half-breed" Shadowlove, bows his head, raising his arms straight out to his sides, as if, being crucified on a cross. And on the third day, Jesus, wept.
As the statue of Jesus on the crucifix continues to crumble around “The Dynamic Duo” in what appears to be in slow-motion, Shadowlove raises his head showing with a malevolent, tight wolfish, whiplash smile, slowly appearing on his lips showing off perfectly white even teeth on his chiseled fighter's face, as an ice cold stare radiants from his blue eyes with an “I’ve dined with Kings and Queens, and laid in the gutter eating Pork & Beans, American Dream Dusty Rhodes” shit-eating grin.
Shadowlove starts to "strip" off his black leather trench-coat like a Chippendale's dancer. Spinning the black leather trench-coat around him like a Matador in a bullring, throwing it up into the air, catching it and putting it back on as if nothing has happened.
“HER STRUT" by Bob Seger & The Silver Bullet Band starts to play on the Bose® (product placement) SoundTouch® (product placement) indoor/outdoor surround sound system.
Ms. Miyamoto exuding fantastic supermodel energy, as she walks with a stiff, erect, and apparently arrogant and conceited "Strut" around Shadowlove. She lowers her RayBan sunglasses, showing off her incandescent green eyes, nodding in approval at such a Magnificent Specimen, Shadowlove-san, while tapping a rolled-up copy of the Wall St. Journal in the palm of her hand.
Shadowlove climbs on the sophisticatedly carbon fibre and premium Ducati Diavel 1198cc Testastretta 11° Dual Spark V-twin high performance motorcycle, with Marchesini wheels and and slick Zircotec-coated dual exhaust pipes.
The immense and incredibly powerful distinct sound from a Ducati 1198cc Testastretta 11° Dual Spark V-twin world-beating engine can be heard coming to life, echoing throughout The Old Abandoned Church Of Final Judgement.
Ms, Miyamoto swings and pirouettes her leg, with catlike precision, over the Ducati Diavel 240/45 ZR17 Pirelli Diablo Rosso II with Marchesini forged and machined, 8.00 x 17, 10-spokes tire and straddles the Vantablack dual leather seat behind Shadowlove.
Ms. Miyamoto wraps her arms and legs around Shadowlove’s waist like a Black Widow Spider. She raises her RayBan sunglasses up her perfectly flawless nose on her angelic face with her middle finger.
THIS IS THE END, MY ONLY FRIEND...THE END!
