Post by SHADOWLOVE on Oct 8, 2017 15:17:31 GMT -6
North East Okayama Prefecture On The Border Of Hyogo Prefecture, Japan. . .
The Autumn Winds Of Modern Day Japan. . .
The following takes place sometime after the events WCF WAR XVI a fortnight ago and last Monday’s UCI Overload, sometime before the events of this week's Overload, and occur in real time sometime during the week of this week's episode of Overload. . .
Around The Midnight Hour. . .
The Infamous Superstar's personal bodyguard/valet and “Fashionista Sensei”, Ms. Miyamoto, stands in front stands front of a Italian Calacatta Marble dual vanity preparing for a nice and quiet romantic evening. The simply ravishing femme fatale temptress looking amazing with her raven black hair looking totally sleek and layered down to the middle of her back. Her attractive well-proportioned, slim, trim, toned body built for sin is dressed for success in a matching stark white plush Salvatore Ferragamo Egyptian Cotton Bath Towel wrapped around her torso.
She wipes away the condensation accumulating on the mirror showing off her angelic looking face with her intoxicatingly, incandescent almond shaped green eyes hidden behind a pair of RayBan sunglasses. She was
staring at the reflection your favorite modern day charismatic and charming, egotistical, narcissistic, politically incorrect, felicitating, self-righteous, second-generation megalomaniac and apex predator, "The Handsome Half-breed" Shadowlove, standing under fresh mountain spring water was cascading down from a Ametis Shower System designed by Davide Oppizzi from GRAFF. He had a Blu electronic cigarette (product placement) in his mouth puffing and blowing out a series of vapor rings up into the air.
He was washing the grit and the grime scent of the blood, the vomit, the popcorn, and the beer from the second-rate organization with third-rate talent off his muscular body with Molton Brown Re-charge Black Pepper SPORT 4-in-1 Body Wash.
She was swishing around a Mint Julep mixed with primarily Wild Turkey Rare Breed Bourbon made for Japan, sugar water, shaved ice, and fresh mint, shaken, not stirred, poured in a Highball glass, in her mouth. Rinses. Her sweet as honey, harmoniously hypnotizing, smooth as silk, smoky voice radiating through her very luscious and alluring lips:
“UCI 4 LYFE!. . .”
She squeezes some Theodent Whitening Crystal Mint toothpaste onto a Vantablack Reinast Luxury Toothbrush and starts brushing her pearly white teeth and rinses once again with the Mint Julep mixed with primarily Wild Turkey Rare Breed Bourbon made for Japan, sugar water, shaved ice, and fresh mint, shaken, not stirred, poured in a Highball glass, as her mouthwash.
She lowers her RayBan sunglasses down her perfectly flawless nose on her angelic looking face showing off her intoxicatingly incandescent almond shaped green eyes of a simply ravishing femme fatale temptress and a 21st century female samurai warrior glaring at his reflection in the mirror.
“That is what The Handsome Half-breed Shadowlove-san proved to everyone in this organization that ancient and antiquated second-rate organization with third-rate talent was nothing that special with his Top 10 finish in WAR XVI a fortnight ago. There was no war like a plague of stupidity would like you to believe, there was no personal war from a plague of stupidity to appease any kind of inner demons, there was just an open and honest-to-god opportunistic hardcore competition. . .”
She watches him use the L’Occitane’s Almond Shower scrub and Cell Dynamic Bio‑Electric Buff by NuBo to continue washing the grit and the grime scent of the blood, the vomit, the popcorn, and the beer from the second-rate organization with third-rate talent off his muscular body for a thorough cleansing of embodiment of his physicality in the reflection in the mirror.
“Everyone can say what they want about him but when it comes to some creative criticism of his own, people like Kevin Bishop-san and Alex Richards-san are the epitome of everyone's spineless, insecure, jealousness of the celebrity following that The Handsome Half-breed Shadowlove-san has had with or without having trinkets of gold wrapped perfectly around his waist thanks to his condescending confidence and antagonistic arrogance and ruthlessly manipulative and unscrupulous influential psychological mindset toughness outside of the squared-circle and physiological skillset toughness inside of the squared-circle. . .”
She watches him choose the Philip B Russian Amber Imperial Revitalizing Shampoo and run his fingers through his slicked back classic masculine and modern mussed, razor-textured, choppy finished dark brown hair.
“Alex Richards-san and Kevin Bishop-san can keep on talking until they are blue in the face but they will never, ever reach the celebrity following that The Handsome Half-breed Shadowlove-san has thanks to the UCI Hierarchy, every wrestler in the back, and the UCI Fandom proclaiming him The Face of the Franchise, The Whole F’N Show, Mr. UCI, if you will, or whatever expletive that everyone wants to put in front of his name. . .”
She watches him lathering up his classic masculine and modern mussed, razor-textured, choppy finished dark brown hair.
“Without The Handsome Half-breed Shadowlove-san’s professional intervention in their United Championship Infinite careers, would anyone really, and I mean really, care about Kevin Bishop-san and Alex Richards-san in this organization?. . .”
Washing, rinsing, repeating, and getting the grit and the grime scent of the blood, the vomit, the popcorn, and the beer from the second-rate organization with third-rate talent out of his classic masculine and modern mussed, razor-textured, choppy finished dark brown hair.
“Alex Richards-san, you have defeated him three times, won a meaningless dumpster diver of a battle royal that earned you what, the Intercontinental Championship, nope, nothing, and you won two meaningless, non-title and a forced title defense, and still to this day, The Handsome Half-breed Shadowlove-san will always be in your psyche for the simple fact that we planned our attack on your brother, Shaun Zach, and you girlfriend, Rebecca and brought your family even closer together. Who really owns the real victory over whom in the grand scheme of things, Richards-san? You should be thanking The Handsome Half-breed Shadowlove-san’s self-righteous indignation every time that you look at your brother when imagining your girlfriend’s face in his lap after being delivered The Dark Gift. Nothing will change that fact in this match. Even in victory, you won't exact your vengeance, you won't get your revenge, you won't end The Handsome Half-breed Shadowlove-san’s career. That will always be the definition of your defeat. End. . . Of. . . Alex. . . Richards-san’s. . . Story. . .”
She removes her matching stark white plush Salvatore Ferragamo Egyptian Cotton Bath Towel wrapped around her torso and joins him inside the shower and letting fresh mountain spring water cascade down her body.
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 seems to be enjoying the quiet, silent lucidity escapism from the rigmaroles of everyday life in the United Championship Infinite.
An ice cold stare radiating from his sparkling blue eyes as he flicks the Blu electronic cigarette into the camera and his low dusky voice rings out fully, with all the charm and charisma that one can muster, mister and gets down to the business as he starts painting his masterpiece:
“Yours truly won the UCI World Television Championship to appease my Father's legacy, appease those critics whose criticism said that I couldn't win the UCI World Television Championship under the parameters of the UCI World Television Championship, and was willing to sacrifice the UCI World Television Championship wrapped perfectly around his waist in order to send a message to the Monster Legend Oblivion. . .”
He run his fingers through with her raven black hair looking totally sleek and layered down to the middle of her back with the Philip B Russian Amber Imperial Revitalizing Shampoo and washes, rinses, repeats, and getting the final remnants of the grit and the grime scent of the blood, the vomit, the popcorn, and the beer from the second-rate organization with third-rate talent out of her sleek and layered down to the middle of her back raven black hair.
“The World Television Championship was more important to you than it was to me Oblivion. You misunderstood, miscalculated, and underestimated the star power of my condescending confidence and antagonistic arrogance and ruthlessly manipulative and unscrupulous influential psychological mindset toughness outside of the squared-circle and physiological skillset toughness inside of the squared-circle that is tailor-made for you with my all-around, well-balanced athleticism and rebellious guerrilla warfare. . .”
He was washing the grit and the grime scent of the blood, the vomit, the popcorn, and the beer from the second-rate organization with third-rate talent off her attractive well-proportioned, slim, trim, toned body built for sin with Molton Brown Re-charge Black Pepper SPORT 4-in-1 Body Wash, the L’Occitane’s Almond Shower scrub and Cell Dynamic Bio‑Electric Buff by NuBo for a thorough cleansing of the embodiment of her sexuality.
“Despite all your physical strength and your psychological intimidating presence, The Dark Gift brought the psychological fear to the nightmare known as the monster Oblivion and made you, the monster Oblivion. . . the very peak of your very own humanity. . .”
His patented malevolent, tight wolfish, whiplash smile, slowly appearing on his lips showing off perfectly white even teeth on his chiseled fighter's face in a “I have the one thing that every man, woman, and child fears, my sweet and lovely Miyamoto. And I will take you to the one place that everyone fears and deliver upon you, The Dark Gift. You see, The Dark Gift isn't like any other finisher in the sports entertainment business. Oh, no, some people need a handful of finishers just to survive the Monster Legend Oblivion and Alex Richards. But why, when all you only need is just ONE. ONE to defeat the Monster Legend Oblivion and Alex Richards. The Dark Gift is that living, breathing omnipotence, omnipresence, omniscience and truly ostentatious indulgence when it takes on a life of its own and simply ends the Monster Legend Oblivion and Alex Richards, just like you never even existed at Overload” Jake The Snake Roberts stylistic shit-eating grin.
She pauses. Then. . .
She looks at the viewing audience at home with her intoxicatingly, incandescent almond shaped green eyes and showing no emotion on her angelic looking face then slices her own throat from her left carotid artery to her right carotid artery with her right index finger and makes an imaginary blood explosion style gesture with her left hand.
Then. . .
She raises her RayBan 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 Autumn Winds Of Modern Day Japan. . .
The following takes place sometime after the events WCF WAR XVI a fortnight ago and last Monday’s UCI Overload, sometime before the events of this week's Overload, and occur in real time sometime during the week of this week's episode of Overload. . .
Around The Midnight Hour. . .
The Infamous Superstar's personal bodyguard/valet and “Fashionista Sensei”, Ms. Miyamoto, stands in front stands front of a Italian Calacatta Marble dual vanity preparing for a nice and quiet romantic evening. The simply ravishing femme fatale temptress looking amazing with her raven black hair looking totally sleek and layered down to the middle of her back. Her attractive well-proportioned, slim, trim, toned body built for sin is dressed for success in a matching stark white plush Salvatore Ferragamo Egyptian Cotton Bath Towel wrapped around her torso.
She wipes away the condensation accumulating on the mirror showing off her angelic looking face with her intoxicatingly, incandescent almond shaped green eyes hidden behind a pair of RayBan sunglasses. She was
staring at the reflection your favorite modern day charismatic and charming, egotistical, narcissistic, politically incorrect, felicitating, self-righteous, second-generation megalomaniac and apex predator, "The Handsome Half-breed" Shadowlove, standing under fresh mountain spring water was cascading down from a Ametis Shower System designed by Davide Oppizzi from GRAFF. He had a Blu electronic cigarette (product placement) in his mouth puffing and blowing out a series of vapor rings up into the air.
He was washing the grit and the grime scent of the blood, the vomit, the popcorn, and the beer from the second-rate organization with third-rate talent off his muscular body with Molton Brown Re-charge Black Pepper SPORT 4-in-1 Body Wash.
She was swishing around a Mint Julep mixed with primarily Wild Turkey Rare Breed Bourbon made for Japan, sugar water, shaved ice, and fresh mint, shaken, not stirred, poured in a Highball glass, in her mouth. Rinses. Her sweet as honey, harmoniously hypnotizing, smooth as silk, smoky voice radiating through her very luscious and alluring lips:
“UCI 4 LYFE!. . .”
She squeezes some Theodent Whitening Crystal Mint toothpaste onto a Vantablack Reinast Luxury Toothbrush and starts brushing her pearly white teeth and rinses once again with the Mint Julep mixed with primarily Wild Turkey Rare Breed Bourbon made for Japan, sugar water, shaved ice, and fresh mint, shaken, not stirred, poured in a Highball glass, as her mouthwash.
She lowers her RayBan sunglasses down her perfectly flawless nose on her angelic looking face showing off her intoxicatingly incandescent almond shaped green eyes of a simply ravishing femme fatale temptress and a 21st century female samurai warrior glaring at his reflection in the mirror.
“That is what The Handsome Half-breed Shadowlove-san proved to everyone in this organization that ancient and antiquated second-rate organization with third-rate talent was nothing that special with his Top 10 finish in WAR XVI a fortnight ago. There was no war like a plague of stupidity would like you to believe, there was no personal war from a plague of stupidity to appease any kind of inner demons, there was just an open and honest-to-god opportunistic hardcore competition. . .”
She watches him use the L’Occitane’s Almond Shower scrub and Cell Dynamic Bio‑Electric Buff by NuBo to continue washing the grit and the grime scent of the blood, the vomit, the popcorn, and the beer from the second-rate organization with third-rate talent off his muscular body for a thorough cleansing of embodiment of his physicality in the reflection in the mirror.
“Everyone can say what they want about him but when it comes to some creative criticism of his own, people like Kevin Bishop-san and Alex Richards-san are the epitome of everyone's spineless, insecure, jealousness of the celebrity following that The Handsome Half-breed Shadowlove-san has had with or without having trinkets of gold wrapped perfectly around his waist thanks to his condescending confidence and antagonistic arrogance and ruthlessly manipulative and unscrupulous influential psychological mindset toughness outside of the squared-circle and physiological skillset toughness inside of the squared-circle. . .”
She watches him choose the Philip B Russian Amber Imperial Revitalizing Shampoo and run his fingers through his slicked back classic masculine and modern mussed, razor-textured, choppy finished dark brown hair.
“Alex Richards-san and Kevin Bishop-san can keep on talking until they are blue in the face but they will never, ever reach the celebrity following that The Handsome Half-breed Shadowlove-san has thanks to the UCI Hierarchy, every wrestler in the back, and the UCI Fandom proclaiming him The Face of the Franchise, The Whole F’N Show, Mr. UCI, if you will, or whatever expletive that everyone wants to put in front of his name. . .”
She watches him lathering up his classic masculine and modern mussed, razor-textured, choppy finished dark brown hair.
“Without The Handsome Half-breed Shadowlove-san’s professional intervention in their United Championship Infinite careers, would anyone really, and I mean really, care about Kevin Bishop-san and Alex Richards-san in this organization?. . .”
Washing, rinsing, repeating, and getting the grit and the grime scent of the blood, the vomit, the popcorn, and the beer from the second-rate organization with third-rate talent out of his classic masculine and modern mussed, razor-textured, choppy finished dark brown hair.
“Alex Richards-san, you have defeated him three times, won a meaningless dumpster diver of a battle royal that earned you what, the Intercontinental Championship, nope, nothing, and you won two meaningless, non-title and a forced title defense, and still to this day, The Handsome Half-breed Shadowlove-san will always be in your psyche for the simple fact that we planned our attack on your brother, Shaun Zach, and you girlfriend, Rebecca and brought your family even closer together. Who really owns the real victory over whom in the grand scheme of things, Richards-san? You should be thanking The Handsome Half-breed Shadowlove-san’s self-righteous indignation every time that you look at your brother when imagining your girlfriend’s face in his lap after being delivered The Dark Gift. Nothing will change that fact in this match. Even in victory, you won't exact your vengeance, you won't get your revenge, you won't end The Handsome Half-breed Shadowlove-san’s career. That will always be the definition of your defeat. End. . . Of. . . Alex. . . Richards-san’s. . . Story. . .”
She removes her matching stark white plush Salvatore Ferragamo Egyptian Cotton Bath Towel wrapped around her torso and joins him inside the shower and letting fresh mountain spring water cascade down her body.
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 seems to be enjoying the quiet, silent lucidity escapism from the rigmaroles of everyday life in the United Championship Infinite.
An ice cold stare radiating from his sparkling blue eyes as he flicks the Blu electronic cigarette into the camera and his low dusky voice rings out fully, with all the charm and charisma that one can muster, mister and gets down to the business as he starts painting his masterpiece:
“Yours truly won the UCI World Television Championship to appease my Father's legacy, appease those critics whose criticism said that I couldn't win the UCI World Television Championship under the parameters of the UCI World Television Championship, and was willing to sacrifice the UCI World Television Championship wrapped perfectly around his waist in order to send a message to the Monster Legend Oblivion. . .”
He run his fingers through with her raven black hair looking totally sleek and layered down to the middle of her back with the Philip B Russian Amber Imperial Revitalizing Shampoo and washes, rinses, repeats, and getting the final remnants of the grit and the grime scent of the blood, the vomit, the popcorn, and the beer from the second-rate organization with third-rate talent out of her sleek and layered down to the middle of her back raven black hair.
“The World Television Championship was more important to you than it was to me Oblivion. You misunderstood, miscalculated, and underestimated the star power of my condescending confidence and antagonistic arrogance and ruthlessly manipulative and unscrupulous influential psychological mindset toughness outside of the squared-circle and physiological skillset toughness inside of the squared-circle that is tailor-made for you with my all-around, well-balanced athleticism and rebellious guerrilla warfare. . .”
He was washing the grit and the grime scent of the blood, the vomit, the popcorn, and the beer from the second-rate organization with third-rate talent off her attractive well-proportioned, slim, trim, toned body built for sin with Molton Brown Re-charge Black Pepper SPORT 4-in-1 Body Wash, the L’Occitane’s Almond Shower scrub and Cell Dynamic Bio‑Electric Buff by NuBo for a thorough cleansing of the embodiment of her sexuality.
“Despite all your physical strength and your psychological intimidating presence, The Dark Gift brought the psychological fear to the nightmare known as the monster Oblivion and made you, the monster Oblivion. . . the very peak of your very own humanity. . .”
His patented malevolent, tight wolfish, whiplash smile, slowly appearing on his lips showing off perfectly white even teeth on his chiseled fighter's face in a “I have the one thing that every man, woman, and child fears, my sweet and lovely Miyamoto. And I will take you to the one place that everyone fears and deliver upon you, The Dark Gift. You see, The Dark Gift isn't like any other finisher in the sports entertainment business. Oh, no, some people need a handful of finishers just to survive the Monster Legend Oblivion and Alex Richards. But why, when all you only need is just ONE. ONE to defeat the Monster Legend Oblivion and Alex Richards. The Dark Gift is that living, breathing omnipotence, omnipresence, omniscience and truly ostentatious indulgence when it takes on a life of its own and simply ends the Monster Legend Oblivion and Alex Richards, just like you never even existed at Overload” Jake The Snake Roberts stylistic shit-eating grin.
She pauses. Then. . .
She looks at the viewing audience at home with her intoxicatingly, incandescent almond shaped green eyes and showing no emotion on her angelic looking face then slices her own throat from her left carotid artery to her right carotid artery with her right index finger and makes an imaginary blood explosion style gesture with her left hand.
Then. . .
She raises her RayBan sunglasses up her perfectly flawless nose on her angelic looking face while hiding her intoxicatingly, incandescent almond shaped green eyes with her middle finger.
THIS IS THE END, MY ONLY FRIEND. . . THE END!
