Post by SHADOWLOVE on Oct 24, 2017 10:00:55 GMT -6
Four salty looking dudes appear to be sitting around a picnic table playing what appears to be Hasbro’s Hungry Hungry Hippos tabletop game (celebrity endorsement). The game was surrounded by four mechanical, colorful red, white, blue and a shadowy black plastic hippopotamuses operated by levers on their backs and trying to chomp away before losing all your marbles.
The camera pans up from the game showing all the four competitors one by one. Moving from left to right on your screen is a dude wearing an old, torn and in poor condition latex and alpaca William Shatner mask, boiler suit, steel toe work boots and holding a butcher knife, the next dude was wearing a striped red-and-green sweater, a dark brown fedora, a burned face, loose black trousers and worn work boots, and a bladed glove on his right hand, the third dude was wearing an olive green worker shirt with long sleeves with two button flap pocket with a white sweatshirt underneath, a black leather belt, silvery-grey cargo work pants, black security boots and a trademark Detroit Redwing hockey mask while carrying a machete.
Sitting in the fourth seat along with these three iconic slasher heroes from the 80’s was the new era in horror, 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.
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 up into the nighttime sky 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 into the faces of Michael Myers, Freddy Krueger, and host for the night, Jason Voorhees.
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.
His personal bodyguard/valet and “Fashionista Sensei”, Ms. Miyamoto, was his butcher knife, bladed gloved right hand, and hockey mask machete combined and all wrapped up into the simply ravishing femme fatale temptress. She was in her proper place sitting sitting on his lap 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 thought 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 Camp Crystal Lake tied in a knot accentuating her waist in Daisy Duke khaki shorts designed by Stella McCartney and Timberland Women's Norwood Hiker Waterproof Booties. Her sweet as honey, harmoniously hypnotizing, smooth as silk, smoky voice radiating through her alluring lips:
“Whether or not, you believe in the Boogeyman or The Boogie Woogie Man, there has always been wrestlers like Harry Diderot-san throughout the sports entertainment business proclaiming to be the true heir to the empire of the United Championship Infinite and everything they say and do inside and outside of the squared-circle should come up all wine and roses. The United Championship Infinite’s Hierarchy, every velveteen wrestler behind the curtain, and the United Championship Infinite’s Fandom have always wanted the mantle of the pillar of society within this organization and that is all fine and dandy because as history has shown, people claiming to be pillars tend to crumble under the pressures of one of the original central foundational cornerstones in the birth, growth, development, and preservation of the United Championship Infinite. These so-called, self-proclaimed pillars have always tried and failed to manipulate and influence The Handsome Half-breed Shadowlove-san into changing his ways by telling him how he should live his life inside and outside of the squared-circle. These so-called, self-proclaimed pillars have always tried and failed to manipulate and influence The Handsome Half-breed Shadowlove-san’s individuality with their petty defensively insecure jealousies when telling him how to be representative of the United Championship Infinite inside and outside of the squared-circle. These so-called, self-proclaimed pillars have always tried and failed to lecture The Handsome Half-breed Shadowlove-san on his personal hygiene, his stylish fashion sense, the way he walks, the way he talks, telling him what he can say about people in this organization, what he can’t say about people in this organization, and telling him what he should say about people in this organization, and what he shouldn't say about people in this organization, as all very jealous, defensive, and insecure people have always been programmed to do when coming face-to-face, mano-e-mano, with the greatness of The Handsome Half-breed Shadowlove-san. . .”
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 of Killing Floor and this Fishing Hook Match with Harry Diderot as he starts painting his masterpiece:
“I've never been one to ever eat humble pie, Harrison, never have, and never will. And just exactly how practical is it really to talk about wins and losses and wasting space week in and week out when you already know the outcome of your matches since I were there firsthand in the first place? Not very practical in the grand scheme of things here in the UCI, my friend. I have always lived my life the way that I have always wanted to live my life with 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. Attaching four fish hooks into mounts embedded into my muscular back and lifting me into the air like an Angel, Harrison, and granting you a victory over me in this gimmicky Fishing Hook Match will be easier said than done. . .”
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.
“Being an artist in the squared-circle is second nature to the likes of someone like The Handsome Half-breed Shadowlove-san’s caliber and you will become his painted canvas as your flesh and blood will be the watercolors of his masterpiece. Carving into your flesh, cutting, tearing, ripping, dissecting, and slicing you open with tender loving care will be a magnificent climax to his craftsmanship in this match. . .”
His sparkling blue eyes looks at Michael Myers’ butcher knife, Freddy Krueger’s bladed glove, and Jason Voorhees’ machete and looks at his sweet and lovely Miyamoto.
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 Harry “The Hippo” Diderot. But why, when all you only need is just ONE. ONE to defeat Harry “The Hippo” Diderot. 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 Harry “The Hippo” Diderot, just like you never even existed at Killing Floor” Jake The Snake Roberts stylistic shit-eating grin.
“And when I'm through with you Harrison, the UCI Hierarchy, every velveteen wrestler behind the curtain, and the UCI Fandom will no doubt mistake you for a major pillar, alright, as your blood drips down your body and rains down splattering into the center of the squared-circle like a Jackson Pollock forgery. I really hope that you enjoy your considerable fame and notoriety that comes with being a forgery when you wished upon a star and found out no one really cares who you are after 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 will be your legacy in this organization. . .”
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.
“Picture your neighborhood overgrown with crime and prostitution, Harry Diderot-san. Your simple-mindedness would simply accept that whitewashing the walls and a box of Trojans would transform your neighborhood from unethical lawlessness into some sort of legitimized justification. . .”
Michael Myers, Freddy Krueger, and Jason Voorhees takes a one look at the legitimized justification of unethical lawlessness and look totally dumbfounded at “The Handsome Half-breed” Shadowlove. But, man oh man, his sweet and lovely Miyamoto 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 in shades of Laurie Strode, Nancy Thompson, and, oh fuck no Jason, Mrs. Pamela Voorhees.
“If the UCI Hierarchy, every velveteen wrestler behind the curtain, and the UCI Fandom accepted you as a pillar of this organization, Harrison, instead of accepting me as one of the original central foundational cornerstones in the birth, growth, development, and preservation of this organization then everyone in the UCI would be still living in the walking shadow of the samo-samo happy-go-lucky status quo establishment of a second-rate organization with third-rate talent. . .”
Michael Myers, Freddy Krueger, and Jason Voorhees take some offense at “The Handsome Half-breed” Shadowlove’s last statement, thinking the handsome one was talking about these three slasher icons of the 80’s film careers.
“No matter how much that you want to reinvent the United Championship Infinite’s wheel, Harry Diderot-san, the wheel of this organization will always spin a circle and come to a stop around The Handsome Half-breed Shadowlove-san. His fingerprints and his DNA are apart of the United Championship Infinite’s Hierarchy, every velveteen wrestler behind the curtain, and the United Championship Infinite Fandom’s emotional, psychological and physiological trauma that you will be facing in your everyday struggle of life inside and outside of the squared-circle in this organization. You cannot, and will not, be a part of any kind of the reinvention of the United Championship Infinite for the sake of changing the attitudes of all humankind. . .”
His body language shows off that arrogant laissez-faire attitude that you have grown to love from the shadows as he stares death into the eyes of Michael Myers, Freddy Krueger, and Jason Voorhees coming at him with the butcher knife, the bladed glove, and the machete. His sweet and lovely Miyamoto with Bushidō catlike precision whips out a dragon-headed handled katana and slices the butcher knife, the bladed glove, and the machete out of their hands in the very nick of time as the weapons go flying past his pretty chiseled fighter's face in quite the close shave and ironically lands into the backs of three unsuspecting Camp Crystal Lake campers.
“You haven't really begun to write the checks that your body can't cash in this organization like I’ve had on a weekly basis but that will change at Killing Floor and in this gimmicky Fishing Hook Match. But, don’t look for the UCI Hierarchy, every velveteen wrestler behind the curtain, and the UCI Fandom to come to your rescue and save yourself from the beating that will happen at Killing Floor. Spencer Adams has been pretty cheap when it comes to dental and major medical insurance here in the UCI and you will definitely need to be on some of payment plan to pay your hospital stay. You may be sixteen tons, what do you get? Another day older and deeper in debt. . .”
With Michael Myers, Freddy Krueger, and Jason Voorhees sort of being “distracted” by giving chase to some more unsuspecting Camp Crystal Lake campers, he cradles his sweet and lovely Miyamoto like a baby in his arms and makes his way down towards Crystal Lake.
“We have seen wrestlers like yourself, Harry Diderot-san, hoping to cash in their success at the very expense of The Handsome Half-breed Shadowlove-san’s very stellar reputation. Act like you just won the lotto, spend your money and party like it's 1999, but win or lose, you will never, ever become the pillar of society within this organization as you come crumbling down faster than Humpty Dumpty after a great fall around a more very, very dangerously focused and determined and inspired original central foundational cornerstones in the birth, growth, development, and preservation of the United Championship Infinite. . .”
His sweet and lovely Miyamoto and takes a seat in the pirogue with her back straight in her signature “First Lady” slant with her ankles and legs together at an angle showing modesty of a true lady. He sees a custom-made Jason Fox Fly Fishing Bamboo Rod with reel (product placement) strategically placed in the pirogue and laughs to himself thinking, “Will one hippopotamus really be that gullible and fall for the bait of yours truly?” as the pirogue starts floating through the very eerily fog covered Crystal Lake.
“This means coming to terms with the fact that you are going to be hooked, lined, and strung up by one of the best that you have seen in this organization. Your mental and physical, and emotional state of mind will be affected immensely by the decisions and actions of my human nature at Camp Crystal Lake. The UCI Hierarchy chose you to target me, every velveteen wrestler behind the curtain will be looking at the person that you have targeted, and the UCI Fandom will be focused and have their full attention on not where you are in the squared-circle but how high up you are hanging above the squared-circle when looking at your target getting his hand raised in, victory. . .”
He straddles each side of the pirogue, showing off perfect balance, as he starts to fly fish in Crystal Lake, hoping to attract the biggest hippopotamus known to grovel down at the bottom of the lake.
“This means, Harrison, that even when Spencer Adams gives you an opportunity to knock on the back door of greatness and take the next step in the evolution of the hippopotamus, you will become completely self-aware that there is a more opportunistic apex predator than yourself and he will take no responsibility for his actions inside and outside of the squared-circle when leaving a hippopotamus like yourself in a mental, physical, and psychologically damaged state of mind, body, heart, and soul after I've gone fishing. . .”
She points her index finger like a gun at her temple like she was playing Russian roulette. She fires her finger once and survives. She fake spins the cylinder and fires her finger once again at her temple and survives. She look at her finger and fake opens the cylinder. Empty. She fake loads a clip into the clinched fist of her hand and fake slides back her finger like an automatic and fires. Click. What were you expecting? It’s her finger and not a real gun. Gezzus, Gezzus.
“That is the true nature of The Handsome Half-breed Shadowlove-san, Harry Diderot-san, after all. He has always affected and effected absolutely everything that has taken place in this organization by the choices and decisions that he has made inside and outside of the squared-circle. Just ask around or better yet, just take a good long look around at those certain individuals who have had to physically and mentally and physiologically change their persona thanks to The Handsome Half-breed Shadowlove-san’s 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. Names like Kevin Bishop-san, Bonnie Blue and many others in this organization that have had change physically and mentally and physiologically their mindset both inside and outside of the squared-circle after facing The Handsome Half-breed Shadowlove-san. Names like Kevin Bishop-san, Bonnie Blue and many others in this organization that need a lifetime of therapy just to overcome the emotional unrest that comes flooding over them just by the mere presence of being not only in the squared-circle, but in the same proximity of someone as infamous as The Handsome Halfbreed Shadowlove-san’s celebrity. . .”
He places a couple of fingers on his left carotid artery and closes his eyes counting the beats. His heart rate still remains 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.
“Should they be indebted to me for making their careers? Yes. Will they publicly admit that they are indebted to me for making them World Heavyweight Champions? Bonnie most definitely had admitted as such but Little Big Kev will never allow himself to admit that I have played a very big factor in his career in this organization. He considers himself a pillar in this organization just like yourself Harrison, and yet, the choices and decisions that Kevin Bishop has made in this organization have been detrimental to his health and welfare after being totally mind-fucked by one of the best inside and outside of the squared-circle. That is the major difference between those pillars like Kevin Bishop and one of the original central foundational cornerstones in the birth, growth, development, and preservation of the UCI like myself, that they way that cookies like Kevin Bishop crumble when being trampled under my custom-made Calvin Klein alligator skinned boots. Chomp, chomp, chomp, these custom-made Calvin Klein alligator skinned boots are made for walking and that’s what they’ll do, what will you do Harrison when these custom-made Calvin Klein alligator skinned boots comes walking all over you. . .”
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 starts scanning him up and down like The Terminator then focuses her attention to the viewing audience watching at home, especially one, Harry Diderot.
“Can you really make those hard choices and even harder decisions that truly defines being one of the original central foundational cornerstones in the birth, growth, development, and preservation of the United Championship Infinite week in and week out, inside and outside of the squared-circle, Harry Diderot-san, in order to become simply just one of these so-called, self-proclaimed pillars of this organization?. . .”
He slowly, in super slow motion, opens his sparkling blue eyes and double raises his 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.
“You're quite the 6’6”, 341 pound high flying powerhouse with surprising hardcore athleticism but you will come crashing down back to reality because as you can see, I'm the perfect scientific ring technician specimen. I’m in good mental and physical health, good mental and physical condition, and good mental and physical fighting shape and be more likely to take advantage and make the most of every opportunity manageable in this Fishing Hook Match. . .”
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 thought 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, the pirogue starts rocking back and forth trying to knock him into Crystal Lake.
“The answer in this gimmicky Fishing Hook Match, Harry Diderot-san, is not how you will defeat The Handsome Half-breed Shadowlove-san at Killing Floor but how exactly you will deal and cope with the aftermath winning or losing your mind as a result of 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. . .”
He starts rocking his legs back and forth to the motion of his sweet and lovely Miyamoto rocking the pirogue, still showing off perfect balance.
“For a wrestler like yourself, Harrison, you will have to work twice as hard because you are twice as wide. Those aching limbs and shortness of breath will make this match to unbearable for you as I hook each fishing line to your back and they reel you in off the ground solidifying my victory in this gimmicky Fishing Hook Match. Not even that cold shower, the bevy of teeny bopper campers, and that all you can eat Camp Crystal Lake buffet will help you alleviate the pain of knowing that I, The Handsome Half-breed Shadowlove, was the one that put you in your place in this organization. . .”
Suddenly, in KRAMER style move; twirling twice and performing a 7.3 on the Richter scale triple take as if coming through a door and since he is the Son of God, not The God, but a God, he attempts to walk on water. He takes one step, then another, onto Crystal Lake. Splash.
“Of course, you could argue, Harry Diderot-san, that you might reel in the biggest apex predator of your career and The Handsome Half-breed Shadowlove-san will somehow be the one taking a very, very hot shower to alleviate those aching muscles and pains after the match, but honestly, has he ever suffered a shortness of breath win or lose after the outcome of any match throughout his career?. . .”
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 camera pans up from the game showing all the four competitors one by one. Moving from left to right on your screen is a dude wearing an old, torn and in poor condition latex and alpaca William Shatner mask, boiler suit, steel toe work boots and holding a butcher knife, the next dude was wearing a striped red-and-green sweater, a dark brown fedora, a burned face, loose black trousers and worn work boots, and a bladed glove on his right hand, the third dude was wearing an olive green worker shirt with long sleeves with two button flap pocket with a white sweatshirt underneath, a black leather belt, silvery-grey cargo work pants, black security boots and a trademark Detroit Redwing hockey mask while carrying a machete.
Sitting in the fourth seat along with these three iconic slasher heroes from the 80’s was the new era in horror, 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.
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 up into the nighttime sky 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 into the faces of Michael Myers, Freddy Krueger, and host for the night, Jason Voorhees.
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.
His personal bodyguard/valet and “Fashionista Sensei”, Ms. Miyamoto, was his butcher knife, bladed gloved right hand, and hockey mask machete combined and all wrapped up into the simply ravishing femme fatale temptress. She was in her proper place sitting sitting on his lap 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 thought 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 Camp Crystal Lake tied in a knot accentuating her waist in Daisy Duke khaki shorts designed by Stella McCartney and Timberland Women's Norwood Hiker Waterproof Booties. Her sweet as honey, harmoniously hypnotizing, smooth as silk, smoky voice radiating through her alluring lips:
“Whether or not, you believe in the Boogeyman or The Boogie Woogie Man, there has always been wrestlers like Harry Diderot-san throughout the sports entertainment business proclaiming to be the true heir to the empire of the United Championship Infinite and everything they say and do inside and outside of the squared-circle should come up all wine and roses. The United Championship Infinite’s Hierarchy, every velveteen wrestler behind the curtain, and the United Championship Infinite’s Fandom have always wanted the mantle of the pillar of society within this organization and that is all fine and dandy because as history has shown, people claiming to be pillars tend to crumble under the pressures of one of the original central foundational cornerstones in the birth, growth, development, and preservation of the United Championship Infinite. These so-called, self-proclaimed pillars have always tried and failed to manipulate and influence The Handsome Half-breed Shadowlove-san into changing his ways by telling him how he should live his life inside and outside of the squared-circle. These so-called, self-proclaimed pillars have always tried and failed to manipulate and influence The Handsome Half-breed Shadowlove-san’s individuality with their petty defensively insecure jealousies when telling him how to be representative of the United Championship Infinite inside and outside of the squared-circle. These so-called, self-proclaimed pillars have always tried and failed to lecture The Handsome Half-breed Shadowlove-san on his personal hygiene, his stylish fashion sense, the way he walks, the way he talks, telling him what he can say about people in this organization, what he can’t say about people in this organization, and telling him what he should say about people in this organization, and what he shouldn't say about people in this organization, as all very jealous, defensive, and insecure people have always been programmed to do when coming face-to-face, mano-e-mano, with the greatness of The Handsome Half-breed Shadowlove-san. . .”
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 of Killing Floor and this Fishing Hook Match with Harry Diderot as he starts painting his masterpiece:
“I've never been one to ever eat humble pie, Harrison, never have, and never will. And just exactly how practical is it really to talk about wins and losses and wasting space week in and week out when you already know the outcome of your matches since I were there firsthand in the first place? Not very practical in the grand scheme of things here in the UCI, my friend. I have always lived my life the way that I have always wanted to live my life with 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. Attaching four fish hooks into mounts embedded into my muscular back and lifting me into the air like an Angel, Harrison, and granting you a victory over me in this gimmicky Fishing Hook Match will be easier said than done. . .”
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.
“Being an artist in the squared-circle is second nature to the likes of someone like The Handsome Half-breed Shadowlove-san’s caliber and you will become his painted canvas as your flesh and blood will be the watercolors of his masterpiece. Carving into your flesh, cutting, tearing, ripping, dissecting, and slicing you open with tender loving care will be a magnificent climax to his craftsmanship in this match. . .”
His sparkling blue eyes looks at Michael Myers’ butcher knife, Freddy Krueger’s bladed glove, and Jason Voorhees’ machete and looks at his sweet and lovely Miyamoto.
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 Harry “The Hippo” Diderot. But why, when all you only need is just ONE. ONE to defeat Harry “The Hippo” Diderot. 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 Harry “The Hippo” Diderot, just like you never even existed at Killing Floor” Jake The Snake Roberts stylistic shit-eating grin.
“And when I'm through with you Harrison, the UCI Hierarchy, every velveteen wrestler behind the curtain, and the UCI Fandom will no doubt mistake you for a major pillar, alright, as your blood drips down your body and rains down splattering into the center of the squared-circle like a Jackson Pollock forgery. I really hope that you enjoy your considerable fame and notoriety that comes with being a forgery when you wished upon a star and found out no one really cares who you are after 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 will be your legacy in this organization. . .”
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.
“Picture your neighborhood overgrown with crime and prostitution, Harry Diderot-san. Your simple-mindedness would simply accept that whitewashing the walls and a box of Trojans would transform your neighborhood from unethical lawlessness into some sort of legitimized justification. . .”
Michael Myers, Freddy Krueger, and Jason Voorhees takes a one look at the legitimized justification of unethical lawlessness and look totally dumbfounded at “The Handsome Half-breed” Shadowlove. But, man oh man, his sweet and lovely Miyamoto 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 in shades of Laurie Strode, Nancy Thompson, and, oh fuck no Jason, Mrs. Pamela Voorhees.
“If the UCI Hierarchy, every velveteen wrestler behind the curtain, and the UCI Fandom accepted you as a pillar of this organization, Harrison, instead of accepting me as one of the original central foundational cornerstones in the birth, growth, development, and preservation of this organization then everyone in the UCI would be still living in the walking shadow of the samo-samo happy-go-lucky status quo establishment of a second-rate organization with third-rate talent. . .”
Michael Myers, Freddy Krueger, and Jason Voorhees take some offense at “The Handsome Half-breed” Shadowlove’s last statement, thinking the handsome one was talking about these three slasher icons of the 80’s film careers.
“No matter how much that you want to reinvent the United Championship Infinite’s wheel, Harry Diderot-san, the wheel of this organization will always spin a circle and come to a stop around The Handsome Half-breed Shadowlove-san. His fingerprints and his DNA are apart of the United Championship Infinite’s Hierarchy, every velveteen wrestler behind the curtain, and the United Championship Infinite Fandom’s emotional, psychological and physiological trauma that you will be facing in your everyday struggle of life inside and outside of the squared-circle in this organization. You cannot, and will not, be a part of any kind of the reinvention of the United Championship Infinite for the sake of changing the attitudes of all humankind. . .”
His body language shows off that arrogant laissez-faire attitude that you have grown to love from the shadows as he stares death into the eyes of Michael Myers, Freddy Krueger, and Jason Voorhees coming at him with the butcher knife, the bladed glove, and the machete. His sweet and lovely Miyamoto with Bushidō catlike precision whips out a dragon-headed handled katana and slices the butcher knife, the bladed glove, and the machete out of their hands in the very nick of time as the weapons go flying past his pretty chiseled fighter's face in quite the close shave and ironically lands into the backs of three unsuspecting Camp Crystal Lake campers.
“You haven't really begun to write the checks that your body can't cash in this organization like I’ve had on a weekly basis but that will change at Killing Floor and in this gimmicky Fishing Hook Match. But, don’t look for the UCI Hierarchy, every velveteen wrestler behind the curtain, and the UCI Fandom to come to your rescue and save yourself from the beating that will happen at Killing Floor. Spencer Adams has been pretty cheap when it comes to dental and major medical insurance here in the UCI and you will definitely need to be on some of payment plan to pay your hospital stay. You may be sixteen tons, what do you get? Another day older and deeper in debt. . .”
With Michael Myers, Freddy Krueger, and Jason Voorhees sort of being “distracted” by giving chase to some more unsuspecting Camp Crystal Lake campers, he cradles his sweet and lovely Miyamoto like a baby in his arms and makes his way down towards Crystal Lake.
“We have seen wrestlers like yourself, Harry Diderot-san, hoping to cash in their success at the very expense of The Handsome Half-breed Shadowlove-san’s very stellar reputation. Act like you just won the lotto, spend your money and party like it's 1999, but win or lose, you will never, ever become the pillar of society within this organization as you come crumbling down faster than Humpty Dumpty after a great fall around a more very, very dangerously focused and determined and inspired original central foundational cornerstones in the birth, growth, development, and preservation of the United Championship Infinite. . .”
His sweet and lovely Miyamoto and takes a seat in the pirogue with her back straight in her signature “First Lady” slant with her ankles and legs together at an angle showing modesty of a true lady. He sees a custom-made Jason Fox Fly Fishing Bamboo Rod with reel (product placement) strategically placed in the pirogue and laughs to himself thinking, “Will one hippopotamus really be that gullible and fall for the bait of yours truly?” as the pirogue starts floating through the very eerily fog covered Crystal Lake.
“This means coming to terms with the fact that you are going to be hooked, lined, and strung up by one of the best that you have seen in this organization. Your mental and physical, and emotional state of mind will be affected immensely by the decisions and actions of my human nature at Camp Crystal Lake. The UCI Hierarchy chose you to target me, every velveteen wrestler behind the curtain will be looking at the person that you have targeted, and the UCI Fandom will be focused and have their full attention on not where you are in the squared-circle but how high up you are hanging above the squared-circle when looking at your target getting his hand raised in, victory. . .”
He straddles each side of the pirogue, showing off perfect balance, as he starts to fly fish in Crystal Lake, hoping to attract the biggest hippopotamus known to grovel down at the bottom of the lake.
“This means, Harrison, that even when Spencer Adams gives you an opportunity to knock on the back door of greatness and take the next step in the evolution of the hippopotamus, you will become completely self-aware that there is a more opportunistic apex predator than yourself and he will take no responsibility for his actions inside and outside of the squared-circle when leaving a hippopotamus like yourself in a mental, physical, and psychologically damaged state of mind, body, heart, and soul after I've gone fishing. . .”
She points her index finger like a gun at her temple like she was playing Russian roulette. She fires her finger once and survives. She fake spins the cylinder and fires her finger once again at her temple and survives. She look at her finger and fake opens the cylinder. Empty. She fake loads a clip into the clinched fist of her hand and fake slides back her finger like an automatic and fires. Click. What were you expecting? It’s her finger and not a real gun. Gezzus, Gezzus.
“That is the true nature of The Handsome Half-breed Shadowlove-san, Harry Diderot-san, after all. He has always affected and effected absolutely everything that has taken place in this organization by the choices and decisions that he has made inside and outside of the squared-circle. Just ask around or better yet, just take a good long look around at those certain individuals who have had to physically and mentally and physiologically change their persona thanks to The Handsome Half-breed Shadowlove-san’s 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. Names like Kevin Bishop-san, Bonnie Blue and many others in this organization that have had change physically and mentally and physiologically their mindset both inside and outside of the squared-circle after facing The Handsome Half-breed Shadowlove-san. Names like Kevin Bishop-san, Bonnie Blue and many others in this organization that need a lifetime of therapy just to overcome the emotional unrest that comes flooding over them just by the mere presence of being not only in the squared-circle, but in the same proximity of someone as infamous as The Handsome Halfbreed Shadowlove-san’s celebrity. . .”
He places a couple of fingers on his left carotid artery and closes his eyes counting the beats. His heart rate still remains 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.
“Should they be indebted to me for making their careers? Yes. Will they publicly admit that they are indebted to me for making them World Heavyweight Champions? Bonnie most definitely had admitted as such but Little Big Kev will never allow himself to admit that I have played a very big factor in his career in this organization. He considers himself a pillar in this organization just like yourself Harrison, and yet, the choices and decisions that Kevin Bishop has made in this organization have been detrimental to his health and welfare after being totally mind-fucked by one of the best inside and outside of the squared-circle. That is the major difference between those pillars like Kevin Bishop and one of the original central foundational cornerstones in the birth, growth, development, and preservation of the UCI like myself, that they way that cookies like Kevin Bishop crumble when being trampled under my custom-made Calvin Klein alligator skinned boots. Chomp, chomp, chomp, these custom-made Calvin Klein alligator skinned boots are made for walking and that’s what they’ll do, what will you do Harrison when these custom-made Calvin Klein alligator skinned boots comes walking all over you. . .”
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 starts scanning him up and down like The Terminator then focuses her attention to the viewing audience watching at home, especially one, Harry Diderot.
“Can you really make those hard choices and even harder decisions that truly defines being one of the original central foundational cornerstones in the birth, growth, development, and preservation of the United Championship Infinite week in and week out, inside and outside of the squared-circle, Harry Diderot-san, in order to become simply just one of these so-called, self-proclaimed pillars of this organization?. . .”
He slowly, in super slow motion, opens his sparkling blue eyes and double raises his 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.
“You're quite the 6’6”, 341 pound high flying powerhouse with surprising hardcore athleticism but you will come crashing down back to reality because as you can see, I'm the perfect scientific ring technician specimen. I’m in good mental and physical health, good mental and physical condition, and good mental and physical fighting shape and be more likely to take advantage and make the most of every opportunity manageable in this Fishing Hook Match. . .”
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 thought 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, the pirogue starts rocking back and forth trying to knock him into Crystal Lake.
“The answer in this gimmicky Fishing Hook Match, Harry Diderot-san, is not how you will defeat The Handsome Half-breed Shadowlove-san at Killing Floor but how exactly you will deal and cope with the aftermath winning or losing your mind as a result of 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. . .”
He starts rocking his legs back and forth to the motion of his sweet and lovely Miyamoto rocking the pirogue, still showing off perfect balance.
“For a wrestler like yourself, Harrison, you will have to work twice as hard because you are twice as wide. Those aching limbs and shortness of breath will make this match to unbearable for you as I hook each fishing line to your back and they reel you in off the ground solidifying my victory in this gimmicky Fishing Hook Match. Not even that cold shower, the bevy of teeny bopper campers, and that all you can eat Camp Crystal Lake buffet will help you alleviate the pain of knowing that I, The Handsome Half-breed Shadowlove, was the one that put you in your place in this organization. . .”
Suddenly, in KRAMER style move; twirling twice and performing a 7.3 on the Richter scale triple take as if coming through a door and since he is the Son of God, not The God, but a God, he attempts to walk on water. He takes one step, then another, onto Crystal Lake. Splash.
“Of course, you could argue, Harry Diderot-san, that you might reel in the biggest apex predator of your career and The Handsome Half-breed Shadowlove-san will somehow be the one taking a very, very hot shower to alleviate those aching muscles and pains after the match, but honestly, has he ever suffered a shortness of breath win or lose after the outcome of any match throughout his career?. . .”
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!
