15 Minutes Of Fame And Misfortune
Oct 15, 2017 10:53:46 GMT -6
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Post by SHADOWLOVE on Oct 15, 2017 10:53:46 GMT -6
A stark white stretch limousine, with a 10” lift and 38” rims and the toughest, most versatile off-road tires ever made, 38.5X14.50X15C Interco Super Swamper TSL/SX Bias-Ply tires with Vantablack mud flaps with a 3 1/2" by 2 1/4" chrome sexy cowgirl insignia and personalized license plate “Hariuddoburondo”, intertwines its way through the “Steel City”, Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, and comes to a stop on 117 Sandusky St. and in front of The Andy Warhol Museum.
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, was sitting in the rich Corinthian leather seat staring at himself with a fixed, almost vacant expression reflecting from the dark smoke tinted window of the limousine and his 15 minutes of fame.
He was running his hands through his classic masculine and modern mussed, razor-textured, choppy finished dark brown showing off his fighter's face while looking into the dark smoke tinted window with an ice cold stare radiating from his sparkling blue eyes. He had a Blu electronic cigarette (product placement) in his mouth puffing and blowing out a series of vapor rings up into the air.
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.
He was stripped to the waist showing off the upper body of a Greek God, with washboard abs, in a newly fresh and crisp custom-made Calvin Klein stark liquid white leather trench-coat with fringe along with his custom-made Calvin Klein crocodile skinned pants and custom-made Calvin Klein alligator skinned boots.
Quietly, to himself, he appears to be lip syncing a song, “EVERY LITTLE THING SHE DOES IS MAGIC” by The Police, that he was listening to on his (product placement) custom-made special edition Beats Studio gloss white wireless headphones:
His personal bodyguard/valet and “Fashionista Sensei”, Ms. Miyamoto, was in her proper place sitting next to him and cradling against his muscular body and moving very little, never turning her head, or revealing any kind of expression that gives the viewing audience at home a clue as to her innermost thoughts. With the exception of a very sharp and penetrating affection and devilishly delicious, malevolent and pleasurable, mischievously smile coming from her very luscious and alluring lips while caressing his muscular chest with her fingers.
Her raven black hair was pulled back in a French braid showing off her angelic looking face with her intoxicatingly, incandescent almond shaped green eyes hidden behind a pair of RayBan sunglasses strategically placed on her perfectly flawless nose.
Her attractively well-proportioned, slim, trim, toned body built for sin encased in a form-fitting shimmering silver and Vantablack Mandarin sequin dress with a French-cut up the side to her thigh designed by Stella McCartney and Vantablack Jimmy Choo stilettos. Her sweet as honey, harmoniously hypnotizing, smooth as silk, smoky voice radiating through her alluring lips:
“Was there really beyond any shadow of a doubt that The Handsome Half-breed Shadowlove-san would be wrestling for a spot to enter the Killing Floor Match even after his staunchest critics started criticizing him for not throwing his name into the proverbial Killing Floor hat like those very select few that think they actually stand a chance of winning? After all, with his Top Ten finish in that second-rate organization with third-rate talent’s WAR XVI, he proved that even without being active in that clusterfuck, pardon my French, of an organization for over a year that he was still one of the upper echelon talents in that second-rate organization. . .”
She starts twirling his classically masculine and modern mussed, razor-textured, choppy finished dark brown hair through her fingers with carnal fascination and malignant pleasure.
“And who else in this Killing Floor Match has the 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 to overcome the most losses in his career without ever being submitted or ever having his shoulders pinned to the squared-circle in this organization than The Handsome Half-breed Shadowlove-san? Did the Monster Legend Oblivion-san and our old friend Alex Richards-san really even come close to dominating him last week on Overload? Could Alex Richards-san really have beaten the Monster Legend Oblivion-san without help from The Dark Gift?. . .”
She licks her index finger and wipes away what appears to be a greyish charcoal colored soot smear from a volcano off his cheek then raises his chin up with her fingers and very softly, very gently, and very passionately kisses his lips with her her very luscious and alluring lips.
“The Handsome Half-breed Shadowlove-san has that very unique Dark Gift combination that separates himself as the only true definition of the United Championship Infinite’s idealistic and opportunistic wrestler participating in the Killing Floor Match. He has the strength of character. He has the strength of will power. He has the moral and immoral qualities needed for becoming the UCI World Heavyweight Champion. He is truly regarded with great honor and great respect by the UCI Hierarchy, every wrestler in the back, and the UCI Fandom. His laissez-faire attitude shows the unique politeness needed and strong willingness needed to motivate each and every one of those weak-minded individuals to better themselves inside and outside of the squared-circle on a weekly basis rather or not they are face or heel, good or evil, friend or foe, or whatever they category themselves as in this organization. . .”
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:
“It’s moments like this when you wonder no more and realize that there is quite a God in the UCI, well, the Son of a God, not The God, but A God that watches over his organization. Quite a conniving, all-knowing mastermind with all-seeing ice cold sparkling blue eyes spreading fear and terror throughout the landscape of the sports entertainment business and this organization. Is yours truly everything that has been said about him? Is yours truly really the vindictive, devious, deceitful, cunning, corruptible, very patient, self-centered, self-indulgent, self-righteous son-of-a-bitch filled with self-confident, self-righteous indignation as advertised in this organization and the sports entertainment business?. . .”
She lowers her RayBan sunglasses down her perfectly flawless nose on her angelic looking face showing off her intoxicating and incandescent almond shaped green eyes of the Goddess of the Rising Sun and a 21st century female samurai warrior known for her bravery and strength.
“You better believe it my friend. There have been quite the wannabe legendary monsters that come out this time of year filled with hellfire and brimstone trying to spread their plague of stupidity and preaching to anyone that is foolish enough to listen throughout this organization when trying to end the career of the most electrifying man in all of the sports entertainment business. . .”
He slowly, in super slow motion, double raises an eyebrows in mock amazement as 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 “That is why The Face Of The Franchise, The Whole ‘F'N’ Show, Mr. UCI, or whatever expletive that you want to put in front of my name whiplash smile just charms the hell out of everyone in this organization” shit-eating grin.
“The Rock?! Well yours truly does get quite confused like a goat on astroturf when being mistaken for a Brahma Bull, umm, Corey Bull, since I’m one of the original central foundational cornerstones in the birth, growth, development, and preservation of the United Championship Infinite my friend. . .”
She seems to be mysteriously conjuring up a mystical spell over the UCI Hierarchy, every wrestler in the back, and the UCI Fandom just by her mere presence.
“Circle the wagons, come with torches in hand, even with all your Championship accolades from meaningless organizations will have no bearing whatsoever in the outcome of this match Corey Bull-san. We have never been to concerned with someone's past when living in the present because this match is all mind over matter we don't mind because you don't really matter when presenting you with The Dark Gift. The Handsome Half-breed Shadowlove-san will pin Preecha Kamon-san’s shoulders to the squared-circle to advance to Killing Floor. End. . . Of. . . Story. . .”
He steepled his fingers in front of him and bows his head, resting his forehead on the tips, as if saying a silent prayer for the wicked.
“Preecha. . .man, you and me are going to finish something that has remained unfinished for quite sometime. Will there be tar and feathering? Who knows? You and Armand have said that I was afraid of you. Does it really look like that I would be afraid of someone like you my friend?. . .”
She fingertip walks her fingers across his muscular chest and reaches inside his newly fresh and crisp custom-made Calvin Klein stark liquid white leather trench-coat with fringe and removes a rolled up copy of the Wall St. Journal and starts tapping the rolled up copy of the Wall St. Journal into the palm of her hand.
“Sacré bleu Armand De La Fontaine-san! Alors votre garçon est-il ressuscité à la recherche d'un combat? Bien, Preecha Kamon-san, un combat, vous aurez certainement. . .”
He raises his head showing off a somewhat surprised, exasperated, dismayed look on his face, hopefully, selling the look to the viewing audience watching at home as he translates her French, “Sacré bleu Armand De La Fontaine! So your boy resurrected in search of a fight? Well, Preecha Kamon, a fight you will definitely have.”
“One of the biggest arguments in the sports entertainment business has always been can a pure Muay Thai Kickboxer like yourself defeat a naturally born scientific ring technician Professional Wrestler like myself. The age old theory is once a Professional wrestler gets a hold of the Muay Thai Kickboxer and that's all she wrote. . .”
She starts twirling the rolled up copy of the Wall St. Journal between her fingers with Bushidō catlike precision like a color guard majorette in a marching band then points it towards the camera like a samurai sword.
“This match between The Handsome Half-breed Shadowlove-san and Preecha Kamon-san and Corey Bull-san has evoked an imagined universe of stylized extravagance with overtones of ruthless aggression that has long been the staple of what has made the United Championship Infinite completely one of a kind and awe inspiring in the sports entertainment business. These three brave experienced fighters may seem like the same thing in most people's minds, but there are actually a number of differences between “The Handsome Half-breed” Shadowlove-san and Preecha Kamon-san and Corey Bull in this match on Overload. . .”
He runs his hands through his slicked back classic masculine and modern mussed, razor-textured, choppy finished dark brown hair and down his muscular chest and washboard abs and flicks fake beads of sweat into the camera for the viewing audience at home, especially for UCI Hierarchy, every wrestler in the back, the UCI Fandom, Preecha Kamon, Armand De De La Fontaine, Corey Bull, and his sisters, Raven and Dove Darkhawk.
“We all know the difference between the fate of the hate, Corey Bull and his brood, and myself, but the one major difference between Preecha and myself is who we are and what exactly do we represent. I possess more acknowledged privileges and higher social status in the sports entertainment business, whereas, Preecha is representative of the lower end of of the socio-economic spectrum in this organization. . .”
He reaches into his newly fresh and crisp custom-made Calvin Klein stark liquid white leather trench-coat with fringe and removes a fake money roll and acts like he is making it rain with fake money.
“The Handsome Half-breed Shadowlove-san has the impeccable taste of a second-generation scrupulously well–groomed and well-dressed megalomaniac with a very 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. Whereas, Preecha Kamon-san is someone who travels from place to place without a permanent home or visible means of support as a down-and-out irresponsible vagabond in the sports entertainment business, unless of course you take into account of him being under the stewardship of Armand De La Fontaine. . .”
She once again takes was in her proper place cradling against his muscular body and moving very little, never turning her head, or revealing any kind of expression that gives the viewing audience at home a clue as to her innermost thoughts.
“And that will be your downfall in this match Preecha. . . man. My sweet and lovely Miyamoto doesn’t have to obsess and map out every minute of my day. She never loses her cool like Armand will when I destroy his plans for you in this match after you fail to follow through on his backseat driving. . .”
He holds his hands up like he is holding a steering wheel and pretends to be backseat driving the stark white stretch limousine.
The only inner most thoughts that appears on her angelic looking face is her very sharp and penetrating affection and devilishly delicious, malevolent and pleasurable, mischievously smile coming from her very luscious and alluring lips while caressing his muscular chest with her fingers.
“That is another major difference between The Handsome Half-breed Shadowlove-san and Preecha Kamon-san is in the manner of how they handle themselves inside the squared-circle. Muay Thai fighters, like Preecha Kamon-san, have a very one-dimensional unorthodox fighting style inside the squared-circle, they concentrate way too much on the stand-up striking techniques and various clinching techniques. Whereas, Professional wrestlers, like The Handsome Half-breed Shadowlove-san, has more of a close quarters combat theatrical athleticism deriving from classical grappling with modern day striking attacks, strength-based holds, throws and acrobatic maneuvers, along with stand-up striking techniques and various clinching techniques. . .”
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 Preecha Kamon and Corey Bull. But why, when all you only need is just ONE. ONE to defeat Preecha Kamon and Corey Bull. 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 Preecha Kamon and Corey Bull, 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.
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, was sitting in the rich Corinthian leather seat staring at himself with a fixed, almost vacant expression reflecting from the dark smoke tinted window of the limousine and his 15 minutes of fame.
He was running his hands through his classic masculine and modern mussed, razor-textured, choppy finished dark brown showing off his fighter's face while looking into the dark smoke tinted window with an ice cold stare radiating from his sparkling blue eyes. He had a Blu electronic cigarette (product placement) in his mouth puffing and blowing out a series of vapor rings up into the air.
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.
He was stripped to the waist showing off the upper body of a Greek God, with washboard abs, in a newly fresh and crisp custom-made Calvin Klein stark liquid white leather trench-coat with fringe along with his custom-made Calvin Klein crocodile skinned pants and custom-made Calvin Klein alligator skinned boots.
Quietly, to himself, he appears to be lip syncing a song, “EVERY LITTLE THING SHE DOES IS MAGIC” by The Police, that he was listening to on his (product placement) custom-made special edition Beats Studio gloss white wireless headphones:
His personal bodyguard/valet and “Fashionista Sensei”, Ms. Miyamoto, was in her proper place sitting next to him and cradling against his muscular body and moving very little, never turning her head, or revealing any kind of expression that gives the viewing audience at home a clue as to her innermost thoughts. With the exception of a very sharp and penetrating affection and devilishly delicious, malevolent and pleasurable, mischievously smile coming from her very luscious and alluring lips while caressing his muscular chest with her fingers.
Her raven black hair was pulled back in a French braid showing off her angelic looking face with her intoxicatingly, incandescent almond shaped green eyes hidden behind a pair of RayBan sunglasses strategically placed on her perfectly flawless nose.
Her attractively well-proportioned, slim, trim, toned body built for sin encased in a form-fitting shimmering silver and Vantablack Mandarin sequin dress with a French-cut up the side to her thigh designed by Stella McCartney and Vantablack Jimmy Choo stilettos. Her sweet as honey, harmoniously hypnotizing, smooth as silk, smoky voice radiating through her alluring lips:
“Was there really beyond any shadow of a doubt that The Handsome Half-breed Shadowlove-san would be wrestling for a spot to enter the Killing Floor Match even after his staunchest critics started criticizing him for not throwing his name into the proverbial Killing Floor hat like those very select few that think they actually stand a chance of winning? After all, with his Top Ten finish in that second-rate organization with third-rate talent’s WAR XVI, he proved that even without being active in that clusterfuck, pardon my French, of an organization for over a year that he was still one of the upper echelon talents in that second-rate organization. . .”
She starts twirling his classically masculine and modern mussed, razor-textured, choppy finished dark brown hair through her fingers with carnal fascination and malignant pleasure.
“And who else in this Killing Floor Match has the 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 to overcome the most losses in his career without ever being submitted or ever having his shoulders pinned to the squared-circle in this organization than The Handsome Half-breed Shadowlove-san? Did the Monster Legend Oblivion-san and our old friend Alex Richards-san really even come close to dominating him last week on Overload? Could Alex Richards-san really have beaten the Monster Legend Oblivion-san without help from The Dark Gift?. . .”
She licks her index finger and wipes away what appears to be a greyish charcoal colored soot smear from a volcano off his cheek then raises his chin up with her fingers and very softly, very gently, and very passionately kisses his lips with her her very luscious and alluring lips.
“The Handsome Half-breed Shadowlove-san has that very unique Dark Gift combination that separates himself as the only true definition of the United Championship Infinite’s idealistic and opportunistic wrestler participating in the Killing Floor Match. He has the strength of character. He has the strength of will power. He has the moral and immoral qualities needed for becoming the UCI World Heavyweight Champion. He is truly regarded with great honor and great respect by the UCI Hierarchy, every wrestler in the back, and the UCI Fandom. His laissez-faire attitude shows the unique politeness needed and strong willingness needed to motivate each and every one of those weak-minded individuals to better themselves inside and outside of the squared-circle on a weekly basis rather or not they are face or heel, good or evil, friend or foe, or whatever they category themselves as in this organization. . .”
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:
“It’s moments like this when you wonder no more and realize that there is quite a God in the UCI, well, the Son of a God, not The God, but A God that watches over his organization. Quite a conniving, all-knowing mastermind with all-seeing ice cold sparkling blue eyes spreading fear and terror throughout the landscape of the sports entertainment business and this organization. Is yours truly everything that has been said about him? Is yours truly really the vindictive, devious, deceitful, cunning, corruptible, very patient, self-centered, self-indulgent, self-righteous son-of-a-bitch filled with self-confident, self-righteous indignation as advertised in this organization and the sports entertainment business?. . .”
She lowers her RayBan sunglasses down her perfectly flawless nose on her angelic looking face showing off her intoxicating and incandescent almond shaped green eyes of the Goddess of the Rising Sun and a 21st century female samurai warrior known for her bravery and strength.
“You better believe it my friend. There have been quite the wannabe legendary monsters that come out this time of year filled with hellfire and brimstone trying to spread their plague of stupidity and preaching to anyone that is foolish enough to listen throughout this organization when trying to end the career of the most electrifying man in all of the sports entertainment business. . .”
He slowly, in super slow motion, double raises an eyebrows in mock amazement as 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 “That is why The Face Of The Franchise, The Whole ‘F'N’ Show, Mr. UCI, or whatever expletive that you want to put in front of my name whiplash smile just charms the hell out of everyone in this organization” shit-eating grin.
“The Rock?! Well yours truly does get quite confused like a goat on astroturf when being mistaken for a Brahma Bull, umm, Corey Bull, since I’m one of the original central foundational cornerstones in the birth, growth, development, and preservation of the United Championship Infinite my friend. . .”
She seems to be mysteriously conjuring up a mystical spell over the UCI Hierarchy, every wrestler in the back, and the UCI Fandom just by her mere presence.
“Circle the wagons, come with torches in hand, even with all your Championship accolades from meaningless organizations will have no bearing whatsoever in the outcome of this match Corey Bull-san. We have never been to concerned with someone's past when living in the present because this match is all mind over matter we don't mind because you don't really matter when presenting you with The Dark Gift. The Handsome Half-breed Shadowlove-san will pin Preecha Kamon-san’s shoulders to the squared-circle to advance to Killing Floor. End. . . Of. . . Story. . .”
He steepled his fingers in front of him and bows his head, resting his forehead on the tips, as if saying a silent prayer for the wicked.
“Preecha. . .man, you and me are going to finish something that has remained unfinished for quite sometime. Will there be tar and feathering? Who knows? You and Armand have said that I was afraid of you. Does it really look like that I would be afraid of someone like you my friend?. . .”
She fingertip walks her fingers across his muscular chest and reaches inside his newly fresh and crisp custom-made Calvin Klein stark liquid white leather trench-coat with fringe and removes a rolled up copy of the Wall St. Journal and starts tapping the rolled up copy of the Wall St. Journal into the palm of her hand.
“Sacré bleu Armand De La Fontaine-san! Alors votre garçon est-il ressuscité à la recherche d'un combat? Bien, Preecha Kamon-san, un combat, vous aurez certainement. . .”
He raises his head showing off a somewhat surprised, exasperated, dismayed look on his face, hopefully, selling the look to the viewing audience watching at home as he translates her French, “Sacré bleu Armand De La Fontaine! So your boy resurrected in search of a fight? Well, Preecha Kamon, a fight you will definitely have.”
“One of the biggest arguments in the sports entertainment business has always been can a pure Muay Thai Kickboxer like yourself defeat a naturally born scientific ring technician Professional Wrestler like myself. The age old theory is once a Professional wrestler gets a hold of the Muay Thai Kickboxer and that's all she wrote. . .”
She starts twirling the rolled up copy of the Wall St. Journal between her fingers with Bushidō catlike precision like a color guard majorette in a marching band then points it towards the camera like a samurai sword.
“This match between The Handsome Half-breed Shadowlove-san and Preecha Kamon-san and Corey Bull-san has evoked an imagined universe of stylized extravagance with overtones of ruthless aggression that has long been the staple of what has made the United Championship Infinite completely one of a kind and awe inspiring in the sports entertainment business. These three brave experienced fighters may seem like the same thing in most people's minds, but there are actually a number of differences between “The Handsome Half-breed” Shadowlove-san and Preecha Kamon-san and Corey Bull in this match on Overload. . .”
He runs his hands through his slicked back classic masculine and modern mussed, razor-textured, choppy finished dark brown hair and down his muscular chest and washboard abs and flicks fake beads of sweat into the camera for the viewing audience at home, especially for UCI Hierarchy, every wrestler in the back, the UCI Fandom, Preecha Kamon, Armand De De La Fontaine, Corey Bull, and his sisters, Raven and Dove Darkhawk.
“We all know the difference between the fate of the hate, Corey Bull and his brood, and myself, but the one major difference between Preecha and myself is who we are and what exactly do we represent. I possess more acknowledged privileges and higher social status in the sports entertainment business, whereas, Preecha is representative of the lower end of of the socio-economic spectrum in this organization. . .”
He reaches into his newly fresh and crisp custom-made Calvin Klein stark liquid white leather trench-coat with fringe and removes a fake money roll and acts like he is making it rain with fake money.
“The Handsome Half-breed Shadowlove-san has the impeccable taste of a second-generation scrupulously well–groomed and well-dressed megalomaniac with a very 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. Whereas, Preecha Kamon-san is someone who travels from place to place without a permanent home or visible means of support as a down-and-out irresponsible vagabond in the sports entertainment business, unless of course you take into account of him being under the stewardship of Armand De La Fontaine. . .”
She once again takes was in her proper place cradling against his muscular body and moving very little, never turning her head, or revealing any kind of expression that gives the viewing audience at home a clue as to her innermost thoughts.
“And that will be your downfall in this match Preecha. . . man. My sweet and lovely Miyamoto doesn’t have to obsess and map out every minute of my day. She never loses her cool like Armand will when I destroy his plans for you in this match after you fail to follow through on his backseat driving. . .”
He holds his hands up like he is holding a steering wheel and pretends to be backseat driving the stark white stretch limousine.
The only inner most thoughts that appears on her angelic looking face is her very sharp and penetrating affection and devilishly delicious, malevolent and pleasurable, mischievously smile coming from her very luscious and alluring lips while caressing his muscular chest with her fingers.
“That is another major difference between The Handsome Half-breed Shadowlove-san and Preecha Kamon-san is in the manner of how they handle themselves inside the squared-circle. Muay Thai fighters, like Preecha Kamon-san, have a very one-dimensional unorthodox fighting style inside the squared-circle, they concentrate way too much on the stand-up striking techniques and various clinching techniques. Whereas, Professional wrestlers, like The Handsome Half-breed Shadowlove-san, has more of a close quarters combat theatrical athleticism deriving from classical grappling with modern day striking attacks, strength-based holds, throws and acrobatic maneuvers, along with stand-up striking techniques and various clinching techniques. . .”
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 Preecha Kamon and Corey Bull. But why, when all you only need is just ONE. ONE to defeat Preecha Kamon and Corey Bull. 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 Preecha Kamon and Corey Bull, 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!
