3000 Words, Give Or Take, To Graceland In Chitown
Jun 2, 2016 16:53:01 GMT -6
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Post by SHADOWLOVE on Jun 2, 2016 16:53:01 GMT -6
The rhythmic rolling of the bluish, green, crystal clear water were ideal swimming conditions satisfying for any discerning beachgoer requirements for beauty, relaxation, and adventure. The underwater reefs were teeming with vividly colored fish and other aquatic mammals. Majestic palm trees swayed from a fresh offshore breeze. The softest powdery white sands stretching for miles and miles along a hidden private beach, with the best sunrise and the best sunset, and the best tasty supersized waves. This Paradise Lost is just one of life's hypnotic, guilty pleasures of self-indulgences that can be found these days, and, among others. . .
Lying in a stark white fishnet style hammock hanging between two of the majestic palm trees is your most polarizing, modern day charismatic and charming, egotistical, narcissistic, politically incorrect, felicitating, self-righteous, second-generation megalomaniac, "The Handsome Half-breed" Shadowlove, with his hands interlocked behind his head in his classic masculine and modern mussed, razor-textured, choppy finished dark brown hair.
He’s showing off his fighter's face with a piece of silvery duct-tape on his forehead along 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 custom-made Calvin Klein crocodile skinned swim trunks with his legs crossed at the ankles and wearing custom-made Calvin Klein alligator skinned flip-flops. His low dusky voice rings out fully, with all charm and charisma that one can muster, mister:
SHADOWLOVE: Wentworth, have you ever experienced having that strong sensation of Déjà vu? Now I'm not talking about experiencing the space-time continuum when jumping The Omega Man from behind. Although, that did show a sense of style. Nor am I not talking about reliving the Main Event on the first ever Overload. I’m talking about having the phenomenon of always being in the right place at the right time when opportunity knocks as it does this Sunday night on Overload. You see, being an opportunist is nothing new for “The Handsome Half-breed”, it sort of runs in my family, especially when it comes to the Television Championship. . .
Kneeling in the soft, powdery white sand using Mr. Zog's Sex Wax®, a specially formulated surf wax used to coat the deck of a surfboard that providing traction (and one heck of a product placement if I must say) to wax her modern, hi-tech performance, surfboard, 3D-Glassing™ designed by Hydroflex, is the Infamous Superstar's personal bodyguard/valet and “Fashionista Sensei”, Ms. Miyamoto.
The simply ravishing femme fatale temptress has 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 attractively well-proportioned, slim, trim, toned body built for sin is dressed for success in a camouflage string bikini, created by Beach Bunny Swimwear. Her sweet as honey, harmoniously hypnotizing, smooth as silk, smoky voice radiating through her alluring lips:
MS. MIYAMOTO: Oh the pressure that you must be under in being the first Television Champion but also having the dishonor of being the first Champion crowned in the United Championship Infinite? It is very easy to see why someone as “sophisticated” as yourself, Wentworth Updegraff Jr.-san, has to turn to cowardness out of desperation when you attacked Jay Omega-san from behind. Everyone could see that your adrenaline was pumping so much that you could hear the sound of your heart beating in your ears. And everyone could see that the palms of your hands started sweating, so much so, just because you were so excited about what happened last week. And everyone could see that in your “All-American” Varsity Club mind of yours, you thought that you had just won the National Spelling Bee. . .
A beautiful topless Polynesian woman wearing a rainbow colored silk flowered headband and a rainbow colored silk flowered Lei with a mini grass skirt, serves Shadowlove an ice cold coconut water from a coconut with a straw and little pink umbrella. Shadowlove takes a quick sip of the ice cold coconut water.
SHADOWLOVE: But the only buzz that you will have, “Superstar”, will be the buzz off your breath knowing that “The Handsome Half-breed” is the one that brought your dreams, your hopes, your aspiration, and your thoughts of stardom to a very unsophisticated end this Sunday on Overload. The difference between you and I, Wentworth, is that you are so desperate to hold onto the Television Championship like it’s your life’s blood, whereas for myself, being the Television Champion is just another day at the office. Unfortunately for you, and contrary to what you might believe, my family's legacy isn't designed around rather or not I have a Television Championship around my waist, even though my Father was a three time, three time World Television Champion. No, no, no, my friend, my family's legacy is simply being the most polarizing, modern day charismatic and charming egotistical, narcissistic, politically incorrect, felicitating, self-righteous, controversial, sonsabitches ever in the sports entertainment business. And that, my friend, makes me a very, very dangerous man, “Superstar”. The prestige of being the first crowd Champion in this organization won't give you the peace of mind of knowing that you will only be a footnote in UCI History as a “One Week Wonder” Television Champion. . .
Ms. Miyamoto looks over her shoulder at Shadowlove. He’s swinging back and forth in the stark white fishnet style hammock with one leg, bent at the knee, hanging down over the side of the hammock rocking back and forth. Ms. Miyamoto lowers her RayBan sunglasses down her perfectly flawless nose on her angelic face.
MS. MIYAMOTO: Wentworth Updegraff Jr.-san, what makes the Television Championship the most prestigious Championship in this or any organization is that the Champion is the only one to defend his or her Championship, week in and week out, against the very best competition that the United Championship Infinite has to offer. A wrestler like yourself who lives off the entitlement of being a “sophisticated” lady by showing your cowardness will always shun and shy away from such a great, young, hot, talent like “The Handsome Half-breed” Shadowlove-san. Wentworth Updegraff Jr.-san, no matter what you say, what you do, win or lose, you will always live in the “Shadow” of “The Handsome Half-breed” Shadowlove-san. Overcoming hanging onto Shadowlove-san’s “coat-tails” is greatest challenge that you will face not only this week, but each and every week, of your career. And your biggest challenge, each and every week, of your career as Television Champion will be none other than defeating yourself. And as such, the fundamental difference that separates the Television Champion from most of the other soon-to-be Champions in this organization is that the Television Champion not only puts the Championship on the line but also they puts the Champion’s reputation on the line as well. . .
With a giant swing of the stark white fishnet style hammock, Shadowlove jumps out and sticks the landing.
"PERSONAL JESUS" by Depeche Mode starts to play on the Bose® (product placement) SoundTouch® (product placement) outdoor surround sound system.
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.
SHADOWLOVE: “Superstar”, is this more than enough incentive that you will need this Sunday on Overload? Now before you try answer, or contemplate, or rationalize, or generalize the who, what, where, when, and why behind your everyday existence in the UCI, you are simply just an abstract resident in this wonderful world authored by the "smoke and mirror" illusionist, “The Handsome Half-breed”. Before we really get down to the “Brass Tax” of the morals and ethics of the sports entertainment business, Wentworth, the true question really only revolves around whether something is right or wrong. The true answer only really revolves around whether morality and ethics are even concepts we should bother with in the UCI. In the grand scheme of things, does anything we do really matter given the size and vast emptiness of the space-time continuum that is the UCI? That is indeed one depressing questions to ask, let alone answer. But then again, I’m the one that doesn't have to look behind my back searching for The Omega Man. But this quagmire does make for quite an interesting night in Chitown this week in The Warehouse, to say the very least, don't you think, “Superstar”?. . .
Shadowlove raises his head showing off his fighter's face and a malevolent, tight wolfish, whiplash smile, slowly appearing on his lips showing off perfectly white even teeth in a “Chick’s just dig me, man” shit-eating grin.
"PRETTY WOMAN", by Roy Orbison starts to play on the Bose® (product placement) SoundTouch® (product placement) outdoor surround sound system.
Ms. Miyamoto raises up her RayBan sunglasses with her middle finger and starts her early morning pre-surfing Bushidō warm-up ritual.
SHADOWLOVE: You have to ask yourself, “Superstar”, who will be the most ethical wrestler in this Television Championship match? Is it “The Standard of Sophistication” Wentworth Updegraff Jr., or is it, “The Handsome Half-breed” Shadowlove? On the flip side, “Superstar”, you have to ask yourself who will be the most unethical wrestler in this Television Championship match? Is it “The Standard of Sophistication” Wentworth Updegraff Jr., or is it, “The Handsome Half-breed” Shadowlove? What does this tell the UCI about the true nature and immorality of this Television Championship Match?. . .
Ms. Miyamoto's early morning pre-surfing Bushidō warm-up ritual, no doubt, gaining popularity, as we speak, as a form of fitness in the mainstream sports entertainment business.
SHADOWLOVE: I’ve been in the squared-circle with a Burger “King” from Memphis, I’ve been in the squared-circle with a “6ixGod” and a “Mad God”, and if you were paying any sort attention when you were playing the “Coward” of the UCI last week, I retired “The Trailer Park White Trash Prodigy” in the squared-circle. The only prestige that your pedigree means to me in the squared-circle is when you’re prancing around the Updegraff Manor maybe, just maybe, one day you will come across that “Batty” cave and give Ben Affleck a run for his money, you “Bird-brain”. All that hangin’ and bangin’, womanizing with million dollar bimbos thinking they were a 10 but waking up the next morning and finding out that they were only a 2, means Jack-Shit to me, “Superstar”. You can stick that in your trophy case. . .
Ms. Miyamoto's practised pre-surfing Bushidō warm-up ritual helps to hone, attain and maintain her proficiency and desired skillset.
SHADOWLOVE: Wentworth, it is very easy for the UCI to distinguish between you and me, “Superstar”, you will always be the one that seems to do a great deal of talking without getting much done as Television Champion. Whereas yours truly, seems to do a miniscule amount of talking and still manages to ruffles a few feathers in the short time that I have been in this organization by just being “Handsome Half-breed”. You see, the Television Champion shouldn’t primarily be interested in the power and wealth of the Television Championship. Although, “The Handsome Half-breed” doesn't mind the power and wealth as I have shown without a Championship. I sure the hell won’t shirk any responsibility incurred by becoming the New UCI Television Champion. Nevertheless, these are not things that I places first and foremost in my career. “The Standard of Sophistication” Wentworth Updegraff Jr., on the other hand, always seeks to aggrandize himself. . .
Oblivious to the outside world, with acrobatic, catlike gymnastic precision of the pre-surfing Bushidō warm-up ritual, Ms. Miyamoto starts dancing in a sexually provocative manner requiring significant core strength, flexibility and endurance.
SHADOWLOVE: Wentworth, with all your hype that you think you have, you still need to learn the common sense aspects of the sports entertainment business. Not only does a true Television Champion want to always be the top dawg in any organization but a true Television Champion doesn't try to bury their opponent, unless of course, deemed necessary by the UCI. Wait, isn’t that the job of a People's Champion? But I digress, any and all Champions, no matter which Championship that they hold, will always bring their opponent up to their level. Then like Humpty Dumpty, those any and all Champion’s opponent are in for a great fall. I must say, I really do have my work cut out for me to bring you, “Superstar”, up to my level this Sunday on Overload, now don’t I? Wentworth, you aren't the first “sophisticated” lady unknowingly to fall under the spell of my charm and charisma and you most definitely won't be the last. You better take every advantage of the moment, and seize the day “Superstar”, because you won’t get a second chance, in my position of suave and debonair sophistication, sloppy seconds just shows a sign a weakness. . .
For some "odd" reason or just maybe Ms. Miyamoto finishing up her pre-surfing Bushidō warm-up ritual, Shadowlove loses his train of thought. He grabs his left arm. He gets light-headed and his eyes roll up into the back of his head. He wiggles and shakes. He sighs. And he "Ice Tea" plunges back into the stark white fishnet style hammock hanging between two majestic palm trees. And he hopes that he “sold” the move?
With Shadowlove "faking" his heart attack, Ms. Miyamoto, with a beatific mischievous smile while caressing Shadowlove’s muscular chest with her fingers, rips off the silvery duct-tape off his forehead and brings him back to life. Appearing on Shadowlove’s fighter's face is a wide-eyed, “You're really aren't going surfing in my Homicidal, Suicidal, Genocidal, ‘Sabu-esque’ style, state of mind are you?”
MS. MIYAMOTO: “The Handsome Half-breed” Shadowlove-san will never turn the other cheek when the honor and integrity of the Television Championship is being disrespected. When Shadowlove-san retaliates against you, Wentworth Updegraff Jr., just remember it is nothing personal, it is only business and business is good. When “The Handsome Half-breed” Shadowlove-san defeats you for the Television Championship this Sunday Night on Overload, it will truly be with self-righteous indignation. I can only imagine the pressure that is on your shoulders right about now, it must be the entire weight of the entire United Championship Infinite and your ego, knowing that. . . CHARLIE DON'T SURF!
"HER STRUT" by Bob Seger & The Silver Bullet Band starts to play on the Bose® (product placement) SoundTouch® (product placement) outdoor surround sound system. (Request lines are now closed and back by popular demand because you guys love to watch Ms. Miyamoto. . . "STRUT!")
Ms. Miyamoto, exuding fantastic supermodel energy grabs her modern, hi-tech performance surfboard 3D-Glassing™ designed by Hydroflex, pirouettes with catlike precision and walks with a stiff, erect, and apparently arrogant and conceited "Strut" down the softest powdery white sands towards the rhythmic rolling from the turquoise blue water becoming ideal surfing conditions.
The nice offshore breeze produces towering, powerful, hollow waves producing perfect barrels breaking unforgiving and dangerous behind more softer, more gentler barrels breaking off the breakwater, very ideal conditions for the most experienced surfer.
Shadowlove interlocking his fingers behind his head once again and enjoys the view along with the rest of the World as he swings back and forth on the stark white fishnet style hammock hanging between two majestic palm trees. A happy-go-lucky look appears over his fighters face as his an ice cold stare which radiants from his blue eyes, softens. A malevolent, tight wolfish, whiplash smile, slowly appears on his lips showing off perfectly white even teeth in a “This must be what it's like living in paradise? Cuz, I don't really wanna go home” shit-eating grin as he watches Ms. Miyamoto surf the best tasty supersized wave.
THIS IS THE END, MY ONLY FRIEND. . . THE END!
Lying in a stark white fishnet style hammock hanging between two of the majestic palm trees is your most polarizing, modern day charismatic and charming, egotistical, narcissistic, politically incorrect, felicitating, self-righteous, second-generation megalomaniac, "The Handsome Half-breed" Shadowlove, with his hands interlocked behind his head in his classic masculine and modern mussed, razor-textured, choppy finished dark brown hair.
He’s showing off his fighter's face with a piece of silvery duct-tape on his forehead along 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 custom-made Calvin Klein crocodile skinned swim trunks with his legs crossed at the ankles and wearing custom-made Calvin Klein alligator skinned flip-flops. His low dusky voice rings out fully, with all charm and charisma that one can muster, mister:
SHADOWLOVE: Wentworth, have you ever experienced having that strong sensation of Déjà vu? Now I'm not talking about experiencing the space-time continuum when jumping The Omega Man from behind. Although, that did show a sense of style. Nor am I not talking about reliving the Main Event on the first ever Overload. I’m talking about having the phenomenon of always being in the right place at the right time when opportunity knocks as it does this Sunday night on Overload. You see, being an opportunist is nothing new for “The Handsome Half-breed”, it sort of runs in my family, especially when it comes to the Television Championship. . .
Kneeling in the soft, powdery white sand using Mr. Zog's Sex Wax®, a specially formulated surf wax used to coat the deck of a surfboard that providing traction (and one heck of a product placement if I must say) to wax her modern, hi-tech performance, surfboard, 3D-Glassing™ designed by Hydroflex, is the Infamous Superstar's personal bodyguard/valet and “Fashionista Sensei”, Ms. Miyamoto.
The simply ravishing femme fatale temptress has 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 attractively well-proportioned, slim, trim, toned body built for sin is dressed for success in a camouflage string bikini, created by Beach Bunny Swimwear. Her sweet as honey, harmoniously hypnotizing, smooth as silk, smoky voice radiating through her alluring lips:
MS. MIYAMOTO: Oh the pressure that you must be under in being the first Television Champion but also having the dishonor of being the first Champion crowned in the United Championship Infinite? It is very easy to see why someone as “sophisticated” as yourself, Wentworth Updegraff Jr.-san, has to turn to cowardness out of desperation when you attacked Jay Omega-san from behind. Everyone could see that your adrenaline was pumping so much that you could hear the sound of your heart beating in your ears. And everyone could see that the palms of your hands started sweating, so much so, just because you were so excited about what happened last week. And everyone could see that in your “All-American” Varsity Club mind of yours, you thought that you had just won the National Spelling Bee. . .
A beautiful topless Polynesian woman wearing a rainbow colored silk flowered headband and a rainbow colored silk flowered Lei with a mini grass skirt, serves Shadowlove an ice cold coconut water from a coconut with a straw and little pink umbrella. Shadowlove takes a quick sip of the ice cold coconut water.
SHADOWLOVE: But the only buzz that you will have, “Superstar”, will be the buzz off your breath knowing that “The Handsome Half-breed” is the one that brought your dreams, your hopes, your aspiration, and your thoughts of stardom to a very unsophisticated end this Sunday on Overload. The difference between you and I, Wentworth, is that you are so desperate to hold onto the Television Championship like it’s your life’s blood, whereas for myself, being the Television Champion is just another day at the office. Unfortunately for you, and contrary to what you might believe, my family's legacy isn't designed around rather or not I have a Television Championship around my waist, even though my Father was a three time, three time World Television Champion. No, no, no, my friend, my family's legacy is simply being the most polarizing, modern day charismatic and charming egotistical, narcissistic, politically incorrect, felicitating, self-righteous, controversial, sonsabitches ever in the sports entertainment business. And that, my friend, makes me a very, very dangerous man, “Superstar”. The prestige of being the first crowd Champion in this organization won't give you the peace of mind of knowing that you will only be a footnote in UCI History as a “One Week Wonder” Television Champion. . .
Ms. Miyamoto looks over her shoulder at Shadowlove. He’s swinging back and forth in the stark white fishnet style hammock with one leg, bent at the knee, hanging down over the side of the hammock rocking back and forth. Ms. Miyamoto lowers her RayBan sunglasses down her perfectly flawless nose on her angelic face.
MS. MIYAMOTO: Wentworth Updegraff Jr.-san, what makes the Television Championship the most prestigious Championship in this or any organization is that the Champion is the only one to defend his or her Championship, week in and week out, against the very best competition that the United Championship Infinite has to offer. A wrestler like yourself who lives off the entitlement of being a “sophisticated” lady by showing your cowardness will always shun and shy away from such a great, young, hot, talent like “The Handsome Half-breed” Shadowlove-san. Wentworth Updegraff Jr.-san, no matter what you say, what you do, win or lose, you will always live in the “Shadow” of “The Handsome Half-breed” Shadowlove-san. Overcoming hanging onto Shadowlove-san’s “coat-tails” is greatest challenge that you will face not only this week, but each and every week, of your career. And your biggest challenge, each and every week, of your career as Television Champion will be none other than defeating yourself. And as such, the fundamental difference that separates the Television Champion from most of the other soon-to-be Champions in this organization is that the Television Champion not only puts the Championship on the line but also they puts the Champion’s reputation on the line as well. . .
With a giant swing of the stark white fishnet style hammock, Shadowlove jumps out and sticks the landing.
"PERSONAL JESUS" by Depeche Mode starts to play on the Bose® (product placement) SoundTouch® (product placement) outdoor surround sound system.
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.
SHADOWLOVE: “Superstar”, is this more than enough incentive that you will need this Sunday on Overload? Now before you try answer, or contemplate, or rationalize, or generalize the who, what, where, when, and why behind your everyday existence in the UCI, you are simply just an abstract resident in this wonderful world authored by the "smoke and mirror" illusionist, “The Handsome Half-breed”. Before we really get down to the “Brass Tax” of the morals and ethics of the sports entertainment business, Wentworth, the true question really only revolves around whether something is right or wrong. The true answer only really revolves around whether morality and ethics are even concepts we should bother with in the UCI. In the grand scheme of things, does anything we do really matter given the size and vast emptiness of the space-time continuum that is the UCI? That is indeed one depressing questions to ask, let alone answer. But then again, I’m the one that doesn't have to look behind my back searching for The Omega Man. But this quagmire does make for quite an interesting night in Chitown this week in The Warehouse, to say the very least, don't you think, “Superstar”?. . .
Shadowlove raises his head showing off his fighter's face and a malevolent, tight wolfish, whiplash smile, slowly appearing on his lips showing off perfectly white even teeth in a “Chick’s just dig me, man” shit-eating grin.
"PRETTY WOMAN", by Roy Orbison starts to play on the Bose® (product placement) SoundTouch® (product placement) outdoor surround sound system.
Ms. Miyamoto raises up her RayBan sunglasses with her middle finger and starts her early morning pre-surfing Bushidō warm-up ritual.
SHADOWLOVE: You have to ask yourself, “Superstar”, who will be the most ethical wrestler in this Television Championship match? Is it “The Standard of Sophistication” Wentworth Updegraff Jr., or is it, “The Handsome Half-breed” Shadowlove? On the flip side, “Superstar”, you have to ask yourself who will be the most unethical wrestler in this Television Championship match? Is it “The Standard of Sophistication” Wentworth Updegraff Jr., or is it, “The Handsome Half-breed” Shadowlove? What does this tell the UCI about the true nature and immorality of this Television Championship Match?. . .
Ms. Miyamoto's early morning pre-surfing Bushidō warm-up ritual, no doubt, gaining popularity, as we speak, as a form of fitness in the mainstream sports entertainment business.
SHADOWLOVE: I’ve been in the squared-circle with a Burger “King” from Memphis, I’ve been in the squared-circle with a “6ixGod” and a “Mad God”, and if you were paying any sort attention when you were playing the “Coward” of the UCI last week, I retired “The Trailer Park White Trash Prodigy” in the squared-circle. The only prestige that your pedigree means to me in the squared-circle is when you’re prancing around the Updegraff Manor maybe, just maybe, one day you will come across that “Batty” cave and give Ben Affleck a run for his money, you “Bird-brain”. All that hangin’ and bangin’, womanizing with million dollar bimbos thinking they were a 10 but waking up the next morning and finding out that they were only a 2, means Jack-Shit to me, “Superstar”. You can stick that in your trophy case. . .
Ms. Miyamoto's practised pre-surfing Bushidō warm-up ritual helps to hone, attain and maintain her proficiency and desired skillset.
SHADOWLOVE: Wentworth, it is very easy for the UCI to distinguish between you and me, “Superstar”, you will always be the one that seems to do a great deal of talking without getting much done as Television Champion. Whereas yours truly, seems to do a miniscule amount of talking and still manages to ruffles a few feathers in the short time that I have been in this organization by just being “Handsome Half-breed”. You see, the Television Champion shouldn’t primarily be interested in the power and wealth of the Television Championship. Although, “The Handsome Half-breed” doesn't mind the power and wealth as I have shown without a Championship. I sure the hell won’t shirk any responsibility incurred by becoming the New UCI Television Champion. Nevertheless, these are not things that I places first and foremost in my career. “The Standard of Sophistication” Wentworth Updegraff Jr., on the other hand, always seeks to aggrandize himself. . .
Oblivious to the outside world, with acrobatic, catlike gymnastic precision of the pre-surfing Bushidō warm-up ritual, Ms. Miyamoto starts dancing in a sexually provocative manner requiring significant core strength, flexibility and endurance.
SHADOWLOVE: Wentworth, with all your hype that you think you have, you still need to learn the common sense aspects of the sports entertainment business. Not only does a true Television Champion want to always be the top dawg in any organization but a true Television Champion doesn't try to bury their opponent, unless of course, deemed necessary by the UCI. Wait, isn’t that the job of a People's Champion? But I digress, any and all Champions, no matter which Championship that they hold, will always bring their opponent up to their level. Then like Humpty Dumpty, those any and all Champion’s opponent are in for a great fall. I must say, I really do have my work cut out for me to bring you, “Superstar”, up to my level this Sunday on Overload, now don’t I? Wentworth, you aren't the first “sophisticated” lady unknowingly to fall under the spell of my charm and charisma and you most definitely won't be the last. You better take every advantage of the moment, and seize the day “Superstar”, because you won’t get a second chance, in my position of suave and debonair sophistication, sloppy seconds just shows a sign a weakness. . .
For some "odd" reason or just maybe Ms. Miyamoto finishing up her pre-surfing Bushidō warm-up ritual, Shadowlove loses his train of thought. He grabs his left arm. He gets light-headed and his eyes roll up into the back of his head. He wiggles and shakes. He sighs. And he "Ice Tea" plunges back into the stark white fishnet style hammock hanging between two majestic palm trees. And he hopes that he “sold” the move?
With Shadowlove "faking" his heart attack, Ms. Miyamoto, with a beatific mischievous smile while caressing Shadowlove’s muscular chest with her fingers, rips off the silvery duct-tape off his forehead and brings him back to life. Appearing on Shadowlove’s fighter's face is a wide-eyed, “You're really aren't going surfing in my Homicidal, Suicidal, Genocidal, ‘Sabu-esque’ style, state of mind are you?”
MS. MIYAMOTO: “The Handsome Half-breed” Shadowlove-san will never turn the other cheek when the honor and integrity of the Television Championship is being disrespected. When Shadowlove-san retaliates against you, Wentworth Updegraff Jr., just remember it is nothing personal, it is only business and business is good. When “The Handsome Half-breed” Shadowlove-san defeats you for the Television Championship this Sunday Night on Overload, it will truly be with self-righteous indignation. I can only imagine the pressure that is on your shoulders right about now, it must be the entire weight of the entire United Championship Infinite and your ego, knowing that. . . CHARLIE DON'T SURF!
"HER STRUT" by Bob Seger & The Silver Bullet Band starts to play on the Bose® (product placement) SoundTouch® (product placement) outdoor surround sound system. (Request lines are now closed and back by popular demand because you guys love to watch Ms. Miyamoto. . . "STRUT!")
Ms. Miyamoto, exuding fantastic supermodel energy grabs her modern, hi-tech performance surfboard 3D-Glassing™ designed by Hydroflex, pirouettes with catlike precision and walks with a stiff, erect, and apparently arrogant and conceited "Strut" down the softest powdery white sands towards the rhythmic rolling from the turquoise blue water becoming ideal surfing conditions.
The nice offshore breeze produces towering, powerful, hollow waves producing perfect barrels breaking unforgiving and dangerous behind more softer, more gentler barrels breaking off the breakwater, very ideal conditions for the most experienced surfer.
Shadowlove interlocking his fingers behind his head once again and enjoys the view along with the rest of the World as he swings back and forth on the stark white fishnet style hammock hanging between two majestic palm trees. A happy-go-lucky look appears over his fighters face as his an ice cold stare which radiants from his blue eyes, softens. A malevolent, tight wolfish, whiplash smile, slowly appears on his lips showing off perfectly white even teeth in a “This must be what it's like living in paradise? Cuz, I don't really wanna go home” shit-eating grin as he watches Ms. Miyamoto surf the best tasty supersized wave.
THIS IS THE END, MY ONLY FRIEND. . . THE END!
