Shadow & Kev's Excellent Bogus Adventure Journey
Nov 25, 2017 15:07:39 GMT -6
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Post by SHADOWLOVE on Nov 25, 2017 15:07:39 GMT -6
North East Okayama Prefecture On The Border Of Hyogo Prefecture, Japan. . .
The Winterfell of Modern Day Japan. . .
The following takes place sometime after the events of last week's UCI Overload, sometime before the events of this week's UCI Pay-Per-View, and occur in real time sometime during the events of this week’s UCI Civil War. . .
Around The Midnight Hour. . .
The sound inside The Hariuddoburondo Dōjō was akin to the sun rising in the East and the sun setting in the West and resulting in a cutting-edge silent lucidity that was threatening, overpowering, and yet having a sense of subdued tranquility as a very hypnotizing and very rhythmic heart beating of a very formal, very ceremonial, and very traditional TAIKO DRUMS was forming a sense of life throughout the Dōjō.
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, made no physical movement while sitting barefoot Indian-style, the wagon burning way and not the taxi driving way, in the seven-point meditation posture with a stillness of serene authority, most prized by the Japanese, in the center of the padded tatami floor under the brightness of the moonlight cascading down through the octagon shaped atrium.
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 custom-made Calvin Klein crocodile skinned workout shorts with his head bowed, eyes closed, showing off classic masculine and modern mussed, razor-textured, choppy finished dark brown hair.
He had a Blu electronic cigarette (product placement) in his mouth puffing and blowing out a series of vapor rings up into the air and quietly, to himself, appears to be lip syncing a song, “WOMAN FROM TOKYO” by Deep Purple, that he was listening to on his (product placement) custom-made special edition Beats Studio gloss white wireless headphones to clear and calm his nerves and synchronize his mind, body, heart, and soul:
Woosh!. . .
The first 32” Vantablack carbon fiber Makiwaraya arrow with razor-sharp shita-kitae triple-bladed broadhead flies towards him clockwise at 335 feet per second when he catches the arrow with his right hand.
Woosh!. . .
Before he even has a chance to regain his senses, the second Vantablack carbon fiber Makiwaraya arrow with razor-sharp shita-kitae triple-bladed broadhead flies towards him counterclockwise at 335 feet per second when he catches the arrow with his left hand.
Woosh!. . .
The third 32” Vantablack carbon fiber Makiwaraya arrow with razor-sharp shita-kitae triple-bladed broadhead flies towards him in a mysterious clockwise and counterclockwise left and right handed twist at 335 feet per second when he turns his head at the very last second in the nick-of-time.
He turns his head and glares at his sweet and lovely Miyamoto with the third Vantablack carbon fiber Makiwaraya arrow with razor-sharp shita-kitae triple-bladed broadhead caught between his perfectly white even teeth.
His personal bodyguard/valet and “Fashionista Sensei”, Ms. Miyamoto, was holding a Yumi Bow, known as Kyudo, or "Way of the Bow", in her right hand, with her right foot pointing down range in a shooting stance towards him. Her feet were shoulder length apart and squared in a shooter's stance by an opened shoji screen leading outside of the Dōjō.
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 as she made no movement whatsoever, controlling her breathing, bow string pulled back taut left handed with a fourth 32” Vantablack carbon fiber Makiwaraya red turkey feather arrow with razor-sharp shita-kitae triple-bladed broadhead aimed at his heart.
Her attractively well-proportioned, slim, trim, toned body built for sin encased in the most iconic Black Montsuki & Forest Green Seven Deep-pleated Hakama, the pleats are said to be representative of the seven virtues of bushido, considered essential to the samurai way. She was also barefoot with the exception for the stark white tape wrapped around her feet and ankles.
Kyudo places as much emphasis on spiritual and moral development as it does accuracy and skill. It is a very serious discipline, drawing from the ancient Samurai traditions.
“Nyet!. . .”
The Infamous Superstar's Mother, Akasha’s strong, ethereally supple in a combination of sheer vulnerability and electrifying powerful voice echoes off the stone walls of the Dōjō.
Upon hearing the word, “No!” echoing off off the stone walls throughout the Dōjō in Russian, “The Fashionista Sensei”, Ms. Miyamoto lowers her Yumi Bow, unfortunately, for Kevin Bishop, so that “The Handsome Half-breed” Shadowlove lives on to fight another day at Civil War.
A porcelain skinned Geisha wearing a Shimada-styled nihongami wig and a formal black kimono, with her obi tied in the taiko style, enters the Dōjō and quietly makes her way towards the simply ravishing femme fatale temptress. She ceremonial bows towards her with her arms down at her sides as the sweet and lovely Miyamoto hands over the Yumi Bow and 32” Vantablack carbon fiber Makiwaraya arrow with razor-sharp shita-kitae triple-bladed broadhead. The Geisha quickly disappears back into the darkness of the Dōjō.
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.
Her sweet as honey, harmoniously hypnotizing, smooth as silk, smoky voice radiating through her very luscious and alluring lips in Japanese:
“Kono mirikiteki de hansamuna tsumetai kokoro no seishinbyō no hebi wa, futatabi rainen no shinjin ōkoku infinitto no sekai hebī-kyū senshuken ni shutsujō shita Nanbokusensō de no hijō ni michi no taiketsu de, nesshin'na shakai-byō gakusha ni aimasu. . .”
There is that extra special something, something about hearing her silky, smoky voice radiating through her very luscious and alluring lips in Japanese that sends chills through him and soothes his mind, body, heart, and soul knowing she was all business when saying, “This seductively handsome cold-hearted psychopathic snake will once again meet the hot-headed sociopathic harbinger in a very, very uncivilized confrontation at Civil War where the winner receives a shot at the United Championship Infinite’s World Heavyweight Championship in the upcoming new year. . .”
He slowly raises his head in super slow motion and 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's why they call me, 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” flamboyant, stylistic supermodel deus ex machina shit-eating grin.
He simultaneously breaks both 32” Vantablack carbon fiber Makiwaraya arrow with razor-sharp shita-kitae triple-bladed broadhead in his hands like a couple of pencils and bites down on the 32” Vantablack carbon fiber Makiwaraya arrow with razor-sharp shita-kitae triple-bladed broadhead in his mouth like a Carcharodon carcharias, a Great White Shark, then flicks the Blu electronic cigarette into the camera.
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 Civil War as he starts painting his masterpiece:
“Fascinating. . .”
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. Her intoxicating and incandescent almond shaped green eyes were scanning back and forth like The Terminator searching for a target, or in this case, targets that will be terminated at Civil War and becomes completely focused on Kevin and Karma Bishop watching from their comforts of home.
“Fascinating, indeed. . .”
He begins sliding out of his seated seven-point meditation posture, well like a snake, creating locomotion through side-to-side movement and rectilinear progression, which allows him to seamlessly walk on his ribcage in what appears to be an optical illusion and starts performing a set of 10 standard push-ups, a set of 10 one armed push-ups alternating touching his left hand on his right knee and right hand on his left knee, and finishing off with a set of 10 handstand push-ups and pops back up to his feet and sticks the landing.
“Just as much as the sun and the moon revolves around this world, you didn't believe me, when I said your existence in the UCI revolves around me Kev. And here we are, suffering from déjà vu all over again. . .”
She takes 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. 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.
“This is one of the most exciting watershed benchmarks that defines the extraordinary mysteries surrounding this organization. This is what happens when one of the original central foundational cornerstones in the birth, growth, development, and preservation of the United Championship Infinite meets the totally full of himself greatest so-called, self-proclaimed former two-time UCI World Heavyweight Champion. Is this ongoing friendly rivalry really destined to intertwine together the legacies of Kevin Bishop-san and The Handsome Half-breed Shadowlove-san, forever?. . .”
The Infamous Superstar's Father, a former three-time, three-time World Television Champion, The Hollywood Blonde, with his once mass of long blonde hair now turned platinum with a punk rocker hairstyle that still makes the ladies “rebel-yell” around the world showing off his aged to perfection tanned leathery chiseled face showing off ice cold blue eyes and his world-infamous lip snarl, was laying back on the cast iron balustrade of the indoor grand balcony.
He was dressed in a custom-made stark white Giorgio Armani Wall Street Wool and Cashmere Karate Gi Sport Jacket and custom-made stark white Giorgio Armani Karate Gi pants. He had what appears to be a red crimson red silk sash strategically wrapped around his waist and leg leading up to the ceiling of the Dōjō.
He shows off his power and flexibility for a man his age in a Cirque du Soleil-inspired acrobatic stylistic and breathtakingly stunning, twisting and turning, aerial dance off the the cast iron balustrade of the indoor grand balcony and sticks the landing as he walks on the tatami floor below as if nothing has happened and makes his way towards his son and their sweet and lovely Miyamoto.
He spoke with the Voice of God, not "THE GOD", but, a God, was laughing as he preaches a psalm to the choir, as if coming from the bottom of a well:
“You two really shouldn't bear any animosity or bitterness towards Kevin Bishop, after all, even a hypocrite like that very needy son-of-a-bitch deserves some condolences. You two were the only ones in the UCI that pointed out his mental deficiencies in his first UCI World Heavyweight Championship reign that is marked by his low intelligence and mental retardation as a result of being representative of a second-rate organization with third-rate talent that resulted in his inability to function completely in this organization as a real UCI World Heavyweight Champion. . .”
The Infamous Superstar's Mother, Akasha, had her sleek bob of salt and pepper sheared pointed ends slicked back behind her ears and a deep middle part with gelled back fringe showing off her white-hot, firey red-hot, brilliantly passionate grey eyes of the devil hidden behind a pair of Vintage Revo sunglasses with uniquely shaped blue mirror h20 polarized lenses. Her very slim, classic supermodel-like figure was encased in a very shamelessly decadent night out on the town sheer grey tulle embellished shimmering myriad of geometric crystal pattern cut just above the knee gown designed by Valentino.
She was sitting with her back straight in her signature “First Lady” slant with her ankles and legs together at an angle showing her modesty on a stark white bleached ergonomically designed wicker chair caressing the fur of an orange tiger-striped Maine coon cat with a not so friendly disposition sleeping on her lap. The orange tiger-striped Maine coon cat begins to “Soft kitty, warm kitty, little ball of fur! Happy kitty, sleepy kitty, purr purr purr!"
She gives her husband a “Child, please! If people really want to read about those earlier encounters when our son was recovering from his injuries of being one of the hardest workers in this organization and being put through a glass table by Bonnie Blue, then they can go read all about that ancient history themselves in his resurrection of Mr. UCI promo and his rinse, whitewash, repeat promo still on newsstands now” style gesture look on her matriarch face. Her strong, ethereally supple, combination of sheer vulnerability and powerful voice:
“His and Corey Bull’s showing as these Harbingers against Bonnie Blue and Alex Richards just amplified even more just how incompetent that he has become in his leadership skills in this organization. He is still no match for our son and our sweet and lovely Miyamoto’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. . .”
The Infamous Superstar's Father, The Hollywood Blonde, puts his arm around his son’s shoulders in a “The apple never falls to far from our family's legacy” style gesture.
“Now, now, now, my dear, Kevin Bishop does have two wins over our son in singles competition. But anyone that has a proper understanding of the sports entertainment business knows the true meaning of his two losses, even Kevin Bishop. When Kevin Bishop came into the UCI all full of overhyped piss and vinegar with his lips stuck to Spencer Adams’ ass cheeks as the next best thing, of course our son was going to lose to him in that Killing Floor qualifier match last year. And when our son called him out for his inside and outside of the squared-circle mental deficiencies representing this organization as a UCI World Heavyweight Champion because he was spending more time in that second-rate organization with third-rate talent as a People's Champion. Good Grief, Charlie Brown! Our son was made out to be the villain by the UCI Hierarchy, every velveteen wrestler in the back behind the curtain, and the UCI Fandom for becoming speaking his mind when other so-called, self-proclaimed leaders of this organization were afraid to break bad with Kevin Bishop and Spencer Adams. Our son was on hiatus and not even on the roster at the time and still freaking recovering from being the hardest worker in this organization and from his near death experience with Bonnie Blue in that Monster’s Ball Match at Killing Floor 2016 when he became the silver tongue devil in this organization at Kevin Bishop’s expense. Of course common sense says that our son was going to be sacrificed to that plague of stupidity for upholding our family's time-honored tradition of being the hero, anti-hero of the anti-establishment, establishment voice of reason voice of the silent, unsilent majority of the UCI. . .”
The Infamous Superstar's Mother, Akasha, was very, very proud of her son’s accomplishments inside and outside of the squared-circle even though she didn't show her husband, her son, or their sweet and lovely Miyamoto any emotion whatsoever.
“You gave our son your best Kevin Bishop and your best was just barely good enough to survive your two encounters with our son, The Handsome Half-breed Shadowlove. No matter what you say and what you do, you became the property of The Guardians because our son was quite the seductively handsome gentleman that chose not to intervene in Bonnie Blue’s destiny. She was smart enough to listen to our son's and our sweet and lovely Miyamoto’s creative criticism scouting report about your plague of stupidity and easily defeated you for the UCI World Heavyweight Championship. And Bonnie Blue has owned you and our son ever since. . .”
The Infamous Superstar's Father, The Hollywood Blonde, wishes that Bonnie Blue would read his own creative criticism scouting report about his legendary career,. If not, he would be happy to whisper those sweet nothings bedtime stories into her ear while she is sleeping. Why “Wade” in a swampy “Moor” dawlin’, when you can have a nice day for a "White Wedding" and get lost in “Hollywood” with "Papa Flair"? WOOOOOOOO!
“The UCI Hierarchy, every velveteen wrestler in the back behind the curtain, and the UCI Fandom have wanted to see the UCI World Heavyweight Championship wrapped perfectly around our son’s waist like when he was this organization’s UCI World Television Championship for a very long time. Oh wait, he was a one week wonder that might have lost the UCI World Television Championship to Jack Schlongson in that ladder match at Rite of Passage 2017 but he never lost the UCI World Television Championship via pinfall or submission. Not even close and that plays a very big part in why his win and loss record has really been a non-factor throughout his sports entertainment business career. People who have expressed an unfavorable opinion about my son’s sports entertainment business career are the same frightened and insecure individuals that have misunderstood, miscalculated, and underestimated our son'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. . .”
The Infamous Superstar's Mother, Akasha, continues caressing the fur of an orange tiger-striped Maine coon cat with a not so friendly disposition sleeping on her lap. The orange tiger-striped Maine coon cat continues to “Soft kitty, warm kitty, little ball of fur! Happy kitty, sleepy kitty, purr purr purr!"
“The United Championship Infinite Hierarchy, every velveteen wrestler in the back behind the curtain, and the United Championship Infinite Fandom believe that yourself and our son, in some weird demented way, have the same similar personalities when it comes to both our family's legacy. People like yourself, Kevin Bishop, are truly like a wolf in sheep's clothing, you have always had a poor inner sense of leadership when it comes to the United Championship Infinite as compared to your reputation as an ass kisser, pardon my French, in that second-rate organization with third-rate talent. You cannot seem to understand or comprehend everyone's creative criticism about that second-rate organization. No one in this organization really cares about that second-rate organization that has become just a novelty item like Corey Black. And still, you live and breath off those feelings and opinions from the third-rate talent in that second-rate organization. That will always be your downfall. Whereas my son’s self-righteous indignation and self-indulgences proved all that he had to prove to himself, he proved where his standing was to everyone in that second-rate organization with his Top 10 finish over the third-rate talent in WAR XVI and have moved on to bigger, better and badder things concerning this organization. . .”
The sweet and lovely Miyamoto using her Bushidō catlike precision was now standing statuesque with her arms crossed over her chest next to the Infamous Superstar's Mother sitting in the stark white bleached ergonomically designed wicker chair.
“That is the major difference between Kevin Bishop-san and The Handsome Half-breed Shadowlove-san. Bishop-san is always needing, wanting and desiring the approval of those certain individuals that really don’t matter in this organization. He really shouldn’t until they arrive in this organization through the revolving door policy of both organizations. Seth Lerch-san would love to have The Handsome Half-breed Shadowlove-san back in that second-rate organization considering the lack of any real talent coming from his third-rate talent with the exception of a chosen handful of people that have come through the revolving door policy of the United Championship Infinite. That drunken fed-head, Seth Lerch-san, was the one that breached our contracts and let the legend of The Handsome Half-breed Shadowlove-san live on forever in the United Championship Infinite. No one, and I mean no one, including yourself Kevin Bishop-san, can bring together a variety of opinions in this organization and in that second-rate organization that rivals and brings together any one singular opinion about The Handsome Half-breed Shadowlove-san. People just love to hate the way that The Handsome Half-breed Shadowlove-san handles himself inside and outside of the squared-circle. But those same people just hate to love the way that The Handsome Half-breed Shadowlove-san handles himself inside and outside of the squared-circle as well. . .”
“The Handsome Half-breed” Shadowlove runs his fingers through his classic masculine and modern mussed, razor-textured, choppy finished dark brown hair, down his neck, down his muscular chest, and over his washboard abs and flicks beads of fake sweat from off his fingers in a “I don’t sweat anyone in this organization and that second-rate organization, especially Kevin Bishop!” style gesture.
“There is one thing that The Guardians, The Syndicate, and The Brotherhood have in common here in the UCI, and that is Me! Each and every one of these sorry-assed, so-called, self-proclaimed super-stables wanted yours truly services. David Sanchez was in negotiations with me until he flaked and had to tuck tail and run back to that second-rate organization with third-rate talent. Bonnie Blue, Andre Holmes, and even Alex Richards loved the thought of me and my ego replacing The Omega Man and Polar Phantasm. Even after my ‘intervention’ with Rebecca Thatch and Shaun Zach that brought Alex’s and his family closer together, they still wanted my service. But Alex should really get over that and move on with his life instead of always blaming me for his shortcomings as head of his household. And even Kevin Bishop has been infatuated with having my services in that now defunct Brotherhood makeover debacle. Kev still gets giddy when you mention my name or the the thought of that ultimate dream team of The Handsome Harbingers, copyright pending, of course. No wonder Karma Bishop is so very, very insecurely jealous of this seductively handsome cold-hearted psychopathic snake. . .”
The Infamous Superstar's Father, The Hollywood Blonde, pokes his son in his muscular chest with his finger in a “Kevin Nash poking Hulk Hogan, WCW Poke Screwjob” style gesture. “The Handsome Half-breed” Shadowlove does a 360° spin and performs a reverse Flair Flop Ice tea plunges on the padded tatami floor as his Father goes for a pin by standing with one foot on his muscular chest while looking down at him.
“But, of course. Your strong feeling of annoyance, displeasure, hostility and independent immorality thinking is what has kept you an independent immoral contractor in this organization, especially when it comes to your state of mind in terms of your 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 has been tailor-made for the sports entertainment business with your all-around, well-balanced athleticism that rebellious guerrilla warfare and your God-given laissez-faire attitude. . .”
"The Handsome Half-breed” Shadowlove quickly kicks out of his Father’s lackadaisical pin attempt and delivers what some people would say was quite the UP YOURS OLD MAN LOW BLOW UPPERCUT to his Father's nether regions, you know, his groin. G-R-O-I-N injury!
“The Guardians, The Syndicate, and The Brotherhood all lacked the abilities to crawl, stand, and walk in my custom-made Calvin Klein alligator skinned boots, and unfortunately for them, they have all misunderstood, miscalculated, and underestimated my resolve as an independent thinking immoral contractor. David Sanchez, Bonnie Blue, and Kevin Bishop all needed, wanted, and desired to have their egos stroked by simple-minded people with an even more simpleton mindset and skillset inside and outside of the squared-circle. Davey Boy, Bonnie, and Kev have always turned their nose up at the other members of whichever super stable that they are involved in. The wanted so much to be the King and Queen and, um, Mayor of this organization that they lost sight of the bigger picture in life. 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 and has been tailor-made for the sports entertainment business with my all-around, well-balanced athleticism, my rebellious guerrilla warfare, and my God-given laissez-faire attitude is what makes the whole sports entertainment business sing and everyone in the UCI chant my name. . .”
The Infamous Superstar's Father, The Hollywood Blonde, stands there for a second like a statue, pondering what you all are pondering and quietly, to himself, starts chanting his son’s name, then grabs the family jewels and falls to the padded tatami floor, quivering in pain, like a worm, selling the move, while looking at his wife for approval and a big thumbs up.
The Infamous Superstar's Mother, Akasha, was good at hiding her emotions and pretends to be interested in her husband, quivering in pain, like a worm, on the padded tatami flooring that she no-sells her reaction with a very mischievously malevolent head-turning showstopping youthful smile appearing on her slightly fuller and curvier luscious and alluring lips as she gives her husband a big upside-down thumbs up if you were standing on your head.
“You are probably wishing that you could simply avoid the elephant in the room and get the thought of our son out of your head, eh Kevin Bishop? Since our son has ventured more into the realities of normalcy outside the space-time continuum of this organization, you have become quite complacent because the quality of his opponents have been even less stellar than yourself. That's hard to believe, I Know, but El Payaso Loco, Red Dragon, and whoever T.E.C. was are really the dregs of society in this organization even more so than Andre Holmes. Our esteemed Spencer Adams or whatever idiot savant that have been trying to drive that last nail in the coffin of one of the last original central foundational cornerstones in the birth, growth, development, and preservation of the United Championship Infinite will ultimately fail in their mission because ultimately it will be our son that will decide if, and when, he will focus more on the idealistic ideology of the quiet, silent lucidity escapism of the rigmaroles of everyday life in the United Championship Infinite. . .”
The sweet and lovely Miyamoto using her Bushidō catlike precision reaches into her iconic Black Montsuki & Forest Green Seven Deep-pleated Hakama and pulls out a rolled up copy of the Wall St. Journal and begins tapping it into the palm of her hand.
“You were sadly mistaken, Kevin Bishop-san, if you were looking to redeem your reputation for your past failures in that second-rate organization with third-rate talent and your current failures in this organization at the very expense of The Handsome Half-breed Shadowlove-san. Redemption is something that The Handsome Half-breed Shadowlove-san has never been to concerned with, or worried about, or a big fan of, when it comes to his reputation inside and outside of the squared-circle in this organization or that second-rate organization. He’s been there, and done that enough for a lifetime. We helped you become a World Heavyweight Champion if you recall last year's Civil War when you needed help from Bonnie Blue, The Handsome Half-breed Shadowlove-san, and PerZag-san to defeat Stevie Corah-san, Mogui-san, Karlie Nash, and Calvin Street-san in that clusterfuck, pardon my French, Team Spencer vs Team Price match. Just look what happened to Team UCI in that second-rate organization’s Hellimination match without the Top 10 finisher at WAR XVI?. . .”
She hold up an L, the letter, not the wrestler, over her forehead, signifying Team UCI’s loss to Team WCF at that second-rate organization's Pay-Per-View. Great booking on that one Spencer. What is next? A Preecha Kamon vs Corey Black Pay-Per-View Main Event?
“Was 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 that has been tailor-made for the sports entertainment business with his all-around, well-balanced athleticism that rebellious guerrilla warfare and his God-given laissez-faire attitude still way too much for your prophesied plague of stupidity pandemic to handle? There will be blood at Civil War. There will be violence at Civil War. There will be a shortness of breath at Civil War. And there will be the same look of fear in your eyes at Civil War. That same look of fear that you have always had when you have stepped into the squared-circle with The Handsome Half-breed Shadowlove-san. . .”
“The Handsome Half-breed” Shadowlove’s demeanor hasn't really changed at the mention of Kevin Bishop’s name. His heart rate was still a very relaxed 40 beats a minute as the oxygen in his blood helps the preternatural powers of his mind’s eye remain focused and alert to the surroundings around him knowing that he will become quite the engaging, fearless, person that he has always been, no matter who his opponent just happens to be in the squared-circle. This week, it just happens to be Kevin Bishop.
“The Batman vs. The Joker. Rocky Balboa vs, Ivan Drago. Damian Kaine vs. His Backbone. Michigan Wolverines vs. The Ohio State Buckeyes. The Plague’s Creeping Death vs The Handsome Half-breed’s Love For Life at Civil War is just another day at the office here in the UCI. I have never feared the truth or consequences of my actions inside and outside of the squared-circle like you have Kev. I’ve mindfucked you so much so that I should be buying you dinner before Civil War because you are most definitely fucked. The UCI Hierarchy, every velveteen wrestler in the back behind the curtain, and the UCI Fandom have labeled me as the one person that adds fuel to the fire of your plague of stupidity and the only person that has an insensitive and cruel disregard for everything that you stand for by showing the Creeping Death side of you is a sympathetic figment of your imagination. You of all people should understand that in order for your plague of stupidity to have the desired effective outbreak, you need me on that wall, you want me on that wall, you desire me on that wall, because when you feast your eyes on me on that wall, you see that true role-model and perfect specimen that makes you come crashing down to reality because you know that you will never be like me in this organization . .”
He taps his Father's body with his foot and gives him a “get on your feet old man, you're embarrassing the family legacy like you were that plague of stupidity, Kevin Bishop” style gesture with his hand. Will he come to the rescue of his Father? His Father rises up on his own two feet and brush himself off like nothing has happened because that is what men in this family's time-honored tradition does, and says,
“I am getting too damn old for this shit!. . .”
"The Handsome Half-breed” Shadowlove puts his arm around his Father’s shoulders in a “The apple really doesn’t ever falls too far from our family's legacy, Kev” style gesture.
“I’ve always possessed a sense of ethics that are a byproduct of my family's legacy and that are second-to-none when detecting that unpleasant foul odor of your plague of stupidity caused by the that someone like myself that is very seductively handsome when exposing the very likely cause of your mental, emotional, and physical instabilities to the world. You calling yourself the greatest UCI World Heavyweight Champion is totally disgusting and this is coming from a dude that has a high threshold of arousing revulsion in this organization and having a strong self-righteous indignation for those other superficial bigger-than-life whiney, umm, winning personalities, these dames to kill for, and these stranger than strange butt ugly and frightening imaginary monsters that currently resides within this organization just by my self-confidence, my self-righteousness, and my self-indulgences. . .”
A porcelain skinned Geisha wearing a Shimada-styled nihongami wig and a formal black kimonos, with her obi tied in the taiko style, enters the Dōjō carrying a polished wooden serving tray with ice cold sweet tea poured into an earthen cup, an ice cold coconut water poured into a coconut with a little pink umbrella, and a traditional Cuban Highball Mojito, mixed white rum, sugar cane juice, lime juice, sparkling water, and mint, shaken, not stirred, poured in a 300 to 410 millilitres Collins glass tumbler.
The Geisha quietly makes her way towards the simply ravishing femme fatale temptress and the Infamous Superstar's Mother, and, ceremonially, and traditionally bows towards them and offers them the contents of the polished wooden service tray.
His Mother runs her fingertips gently over the rim of the coconut filled with ice cold coconut water meant for her son and spins the little pink umbrella like a top then takes a sip from coconut filled with ice cold coconut water.
“Why should my son, The Handsome Half-breed Shadowlove, be ashamed, guilty, and embarrassed for his self-righteous indignation and self-indulgences when bringing out your thin-skinned reputation Kevin Bishop?. . .”
The sweet and lovely Miyamoto takes earthen cup.then takes a sip of the ice cold sweet tea. The Geisha formally, ceremonially, and traditionally bows and makes her way towards the Infamous Superstar's Father and “The Handsome Half-breed” Shadowlove.
“You are always put on the defensive when you look at The Handsome Half-breed Shadowlove-san crooked in his sparkling blue eyes and are always blaming him for your shortcomings in this organization, especially when all you have to do is take a good long look at your plague of stupidity and see that It is just in your Karma, Bishop, that is to blame for trying to enhance your pitiful shortcomings in that second-rate organization with third-rate talent. . .”
The Geisha formally, ceremonially, and traditionally bows towards the Infamous Superstar's Father and “The Handsome Half-breed” Shadowlove. and offers them the remaining contents of the polished wooden service tray to them.
The Infamous Superstar's Father chooses the a traditional Cuban Highball Mojito, mixed white rum, sugar cane juice, lime juice, sparkling water, and mint, shaken, not stirred, poured in a 300 to 410 millilitres Collins glass tumbler and saluds his son.
“This, this third-rate talented Pantheon/#beachkrew hybrid really brought out the best in your weaknesses in that second-rate organization, didn't they Kevin Bishop?. . .”
“The Handsome Half-breed” Shadowlove looks at the empty polished wooden serving tray then at the Geisha then back at the empty polished wooden serving tray.
He SUPERKICK’s the Geisha, knocking her out instantly. She drops the empty polished wooden serving tray in front of her. But before she can hit the padded tatami floor, he catches her her fall.
His heart rate has remained 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 at the business at hand of running some smack of Kevin Bishop while as he puts the Geisha’s head between his legs and delivers THE SEDUCTIVE HANDSOMENESS, a double underhook facebuster to "rearrange" the Geisha's face on the the empty polished wooden serving tray, not only to keep sending her a message, but sending Kevin and Karma Bishop a message too.
“You know that I will always bring out your worst out in your weaknesses in this organization Kev? When the #beachkrew was in their prime and at their very peak of perfection, they tried to back me into a corner as well. I was left in the squared-circle with the likes of Wade Moor, Jonathan Rabid, Jared Holmes, Andre Aquarius, Kyle Kemp, and Dustin Beaver in a clusterfuck of a match in that clusterfuck of a second-rate organization. You know what I did in that six on one clusterfuck of a beatdown? I looked at the fear in the their eyes with my still sparkling blue eyes and took that beating like a man. Not only did that beating get #beachkrew over at the time, that beatdown got me over as well. I showed #beachkrew and everyone else in that second-rate organization that the only feelings that I have were with my fingers and toes, there was no sense of shame, there was no sense of remorse, because #beachkrew and everyone else in that second-rate organization with third-rate talent never had any real power over me or any real power over any of my future endeavors. When Wade Moor, Jonathan Rabid, and Jared Holmes were trying to become impact players on Bonnie Blue’s dime, they all stood toe-to-toe with me after laying you out, Karlie Nash out, and Casey Holliday out. Did Wade Moor, Jonathan Rabid, and then WCF World Champion Jared Holmes attempt to even try to lay me out without buying me dinner first? Nope. You are still really fucked at Civil War, Kev. . .”
She seems to mysteriously be conjuring up a mystical spell over him just by her mere presence as she takes 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 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.
“As you can see Kevin Bishop-san, The Handsome Half-breed Shadowlove-san has a very uncanny ability to say all the right things at the right time. You may be a former two-time UCI World Television Champion and he may be a former UCI World Television Champion, and on paper, you should be the favorite to win this match at Civil War because you were definitely a more of a paper Champion. The Handsome Half-breed Shadowlove-san has a very uncanny ability to improvise, overcome, and adapt with the odds against him and turn things around to his advantage with 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 and has been tailor-made for the sports entertainment business with his all-around, well-balanced athleticism that rebellious guerrilla warfare and his God-given laissez-faire attitude. I seriously doubt that you have the current mindset toughness and the current skillset toughness to fight your way out of that paper bag that you and Karma live in, much less, defeat either Preecha Kamon-san or Corey Black-san, or knowing your luck, one of the current Pantheon/#beachkrew hybrid wrestlers that owns you, lock, stock, and barrel. . .”
His heart rate has remained 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 at the business at hand of running some smack of Kevin Bishop while he looks at the Geisha laying face first in the now broken empty polished wooden serving tray with a gleam in his sparkling blue eyes and applies THE FACE OF THE FRANCHISE, a series of transitional Omoplata, Gogoplata, Monoplata, Locoplata submission locks into a Straight-Jacket Crippling Crossface to keep on sending not only her, but sending Kevin and Karma Bishop a message as well.
“Am I sounding way too overconfident Kev? When haven't the UCI Hierarchy, every velveteen wrestler in the back behind the curtain, and the UCI Fandom seen my overconfident grandiose sense of self-righteous indignation and self-indulgences inside and outside of the squared-circle? You and your Queen might think that you still reign in this organization as a power couple but the real world rotates around the power couple that reigns supreme to the extreme in the UCI’s court of public opinion. My hometown of Oklahoma City won't ever be the same when my sweet and lovely Miyamoto and myself kick your ass at Civil War. See you very, very soon, my friend. . .”
“PERSONAL JESUS” by Depeche Mode starts to play on the Bose® (product placement) SoundTouch® (product placement) indoor/outdoor surround sound system:
He runs his fingers through his his classically masculine and modern mussed, razor-textured, choppy finished dark brown hair and making his hair perfect in super slow motion then raises his arms up and straight out to his sides and bows his head, as if, being crucified on a cross. And on the third day, Jesus, wept.
The Infamous Superstar's Mother, Akasha’s strong, ethereally supple in a combination of sheer vulnerability and electrifying powerful voice echoes off the stone walls of the Dōjō:
"Kōgeki!. . .”
Upon hearing the word, "Attack!" echoing off off the stone walls of the Dōjō in Japanese coming from his wife and not their sweet and lovely Miyamoto, the Infamous Superstar's Father, The Hollywood Blonde, sees those two salty looking Japanese attack dawgs named Kyodai and Shatei entering the scene from the darkened Dōjō in opposite directions.
The bodyguards were carrying a pair medieval dungeon and dragon chains with wrist restraint locks in their hands as the Infamous Superstar's Father takes a few steps back and away from his son still posing like, well like the Son of a God, not "The” God, but a God being crucified for his past sins and points an accusing finger towards his son, since all gaijins look the same to the Oriental community.
Kyodai was sporting a jet-black crew-cut hair, sunglasses, an Irezumi hand-poked black dragon tattoo intertwined throughout his body, and a custom-made black Giorgio Armani Fundoshi, the traditional Japanese stark white undergarment loincloth.
Shatei was sporting a jet-black crew-cut hair, sunglasses, an Irezumi hand-poked red dragon tattoo intertwined throughout his body, and a custom-made black Giorgio Armani Fundoshi, the traditional Japanese stark white undergarment loincloth.
They both shackle “The Handsome Half-breed” Shadowlove’s wrists with the wrist restraint locks from the medieval dungeon and dragon chains and disappear into the darkness of the Dōjō.
Moments later. . .
A creaking sound from what appears to ve coming from a short-shafted, geared flywheel, obviously being powered simultaneously by Kyodai and Shatei, echoes off the stone walls throughout the Dōjō.
“The Handsome Half-breed” Shadowlove starts raising up into the air by his wrists, stretching his muscular shoulders wide apart with the strength of a naturally enhanced Olympic gymnast performing perfectly flawless program on the Olympic Gymnastics Ring.above the padded tatami floor and casting a shadow from the octagon shaped atrium down on the tatami floor.
“The Handsome Half-breed” Shadowlove receives a score of 9.9 from the Russian Judge. Blyad. Fuck.
Although, he was the spitting image of a couple of archangels, Michael and Gabriel, rising into the heavens or like the Bat-signal, whatever tickles your fancy, in shades of déjà vu all over again, that kinda reminds him of his loss in the Fishing Hook Match with Harry Diderot at Killing Floor. Something that he definitely will not repeat to the likes of Kevin Bishop at Civil War.
He slowly raises his head in super slow motion and 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 “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 Kevin Bishop. But why, when all you only need is just ONE. ONE to defeat Kevin Bishop. 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 Kevin Bishop just like you never even existed at Civil War” Jake The Snake Roberts flamboyant, stylistic supermodel deus ex machina 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 Winterfell of Modern Day Japan. . .
The following takes place sometime after the events of last week's UCI Overload, sometime before the events of this week's UCI Pay-Per-View, and occur in real time sometime during the events of this week’s UCI Civil War. . .
Around The Midnight Hour. . .
The sound inside The Hariuddoburondo Dōjō was akin to the sun rising in the East and the sun setting in the West and resulting in a cutting-edge silent lucidity that was threatening, overpowering, and yet having a sense of subdued tranquility as a very hypnotizing and very rhythmic heart beating of a very formal, very ceremonial, and very traditional TAIKO DRUMS was forming a sense of life throughout the Dōjō.
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, made no physical movement while sitting barefoot Indian-style, the wagon burning way and not the taxi driving way, in the seven-point meditation posture with a stillness of serene authority, most prized by the Japanese, in the center of the padded tatami floor under the brightness of the moonlight cascading down through the octagon shaped atrium.
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 custom-made Calvin Klein crocodile skinned workout shorts with his head bowed, eyes closed, showing off classic masculine and modern mussed, razor-textured, choppy finished dark brown hair.
He had a Blu electronic cigarette (product placement) in his mouth puffing and blowing out a series of vapor rings up into the air and quietly, to himself, appears to be lip syncing a song, “WOMAN FROM TOKYO” by Deep Purple, that he was listening to on his (product placement) custom-made special edition Beats Studio gloss white wireless headphones to clear and calm his nerves and synchronize his mind, body, heart, and soul:
Woosh!. . .
The first 32” Vantablack carbon fiber Makiwaraya arrow with razor-sharp shita-kitae triple-bladed broadhead flies towards him clockwise at 335 feet per second when he catches the arrow with his right hand.
Woosh!. . .
Before he even has a chance to regain his senses, the second Vantablack carbon fiber Makiwaraya arrow with razor-sharp shita-kitae triple-bladed broadhead flies towards him counterclockwise at 335 feet per second when he catches the arrow with his left hand.
Woosh!. . .
The third 32” Vantablack carbon fiber Makiwaraya arrow with razor-sharp shita-kitae triple-bladed broadhead flies towards him in a mysterious clockwise and counterclockwise left and right handed twist at 335 feet per second when he turns his head at the very last second in the nick-of-time.
He turns his head and glares at his sweet and lovely Miyamoto with the third Vantablack carbon fiber Makiwaraya arrow with razor-sharp shita-kitae triple-bladed broadhead caught between his perfectly white even teeth.
His personal bodyguard/valet and “Fashionista Sensei”, Ms. Miyamoto, was holding a Yumi Bow, known as Kyudo, or "Way of the Bow", in her right hand, with her right foot pointing down range in a shooting stance towards him. Her feet were shoulder length apart and squared in a shooter's stance by an opened shoji screen leading outside of the Dōjō.
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 as she made no movement whatsoever, controlling her breathing, bow string pulled back taut left handed with a fourth 32” Vantablack carbon fiber Makiwaraya red turkey feather arrow with razor-sharp shita-kitae triple-bladed broadhead aimed at his heart.
Her attractively well-proportioned, slim, trim, toned body built for sin encased in the most iconic Black Montsuki & Forest Green Seven Deep-pleated Hakama, the pleats are said to be representative of the seven virtues of bushido, considered essential to the samurai way. She was also barefoot with the exception for the stark white tape wrapped around her feet and ankles.
Kyudo places as much emphasis on spiritual and moral development as it does accuracy and skill. It is a very serious discipline, drawing from the ancient Samurai traditions.
“Nyet!. . .”
The Infamous Superstar's Mother, Akasha’s strong, ethereally supple in a combination of sheer vulnerability and electrifying powerful voice echoes off the stone walls of the Dōjō.
Upon hearing the word, “No!” echoing off off the stone walls throughout the Dōjō in Russian, “The Fashionista Sensei”, Ms. Miyamoto lowers her Yumi Bow, unfortunately, for Kevin Bishop, so that “The Handsome Half-breed” Shadowlove lives on to fight another day at Civil War.
A porcelain skinned Geisha wearing a Shimada-styled nihongami wig and a formal black kimono, with her obi tied in the taiko style, enters the Dōjō and quietly makes her way towards the simply ravishing femme fatale temptress. She ceremonial bows towards her with her arms down at her sides as the sweet and lovely Miyamoto hands over the Yumi Bow and 32” Vantablack carbon fiber Makiwaraya arrow with razor-sharp shita-kitae triple-bladed broadhead. The Geisha quickly disappears back into the darkness of the Dōjō.
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.
Her sweet as honey, harmoniously hypnotizing, smooth as silk, smoky voice radiating through her very luscious and alluring lips in Japanese:
“Kono mirikiteki de hansamuna tsumetai kokoro no seishinbyō no hebi wa, futatabi rainen no shinjin ōkoku infinitto no sekai hebī-kyū senshuken ni shutsujō shita Nanbokusensō de no hijō ni michi no taiketsu de, nesshin'na shakai-byō gakusha ni aimasu. . .”
There is that extra special something, something about hearing her silky, smoky voice radiating through her very luscious and alluring lips in Japanese that sends chills through him and soothes his mind, body, heart, and soul knowing she was all business when saying, “This seductively handsome cold-hearted psychopathic snake will once again meet the hot-headed sociopathic harbinger in a very, very uncivilized confrontation at Civil War where the winner receives a shot at the United Championship Infinite’s World Heavyweight Championship in the upcoming new year. . .”
He slowly raises his head in super slow motion and 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's why they call me, 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” flamboyant, stylistic supermodel deus ex machina shit-eating grin.
He simultaneously breaks both 32” Vantablack carbon fiber Makiwaraya arrow with razor-sharp shita-kitae triple-bladed broadhead in his hands like a couple of pencils and bites down on the 32” Vantablack carbon fiber Makiwaraya arrow with razor-sharp shita-kitae triple-bladed broadhead in his mouth like a Carcharodon carcharias, a Great White Shark, then flicks the Blu electronic cigarette into the camera.
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 Civil War as he starts painting his masterpiece:
“Fascinating. . .”
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. Her intoxicating and incandescent almond shaped green eyes were scanning back and forth like The Terminator searching for a target, or in this case, targets that will be terminated at Civil War and becomes completely focused on Kevin and Karma Bishop watching from their comforts of home.
“Fascinating, indeed. . .”
He begins sliding out of his seated seven-point meditation posture, well like a snake, creating locomotion through side-to-side movement and rectilinear progression, which allows him to seamlessly walk on his ribcage in what appears to be an optical illusion and starts performing a set of 10 standard push-ups, a set of 10 one armed push-ups alternating touching his left hand on his right knee and right hand on his left knee, and finishing off with a set of 10 handstand push-ups and pops back up to his feet and sticks the landing.
“Just as much as the sun and the moon revolves around this world, you didn't believe me, when I said your existence in the UCI revolves around me Kev. And here we are, suffering from déjà vu all over again. . .”
She takes 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. 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.
“This is one of the most exciting watershed benchmarks that defines the extraordinary mysteries surrounding this organization. This is what happens when one of the original central foundational cornerstones in the birth, growth, development, and preservation of the United Championship Infinite meets the totally full of himself greatest so-called, self-proclaimed former two-time UCI World Heavyweight Champion. Is this ongoing friendly rivalry really destined to intertwine together the legacies of Kevin Bishop-san and The Handsome Half-breed Shadowlove-san, forever?. . .”
The Infamous Superstar's Father, a former three-time, three-time World Television Champion, The Hollywood Blonde, with his once mass of long blonde hair now turned platinum with a punk rocker hairstyle that still makes the ladies “rebel-yell” around the world showing off his aged to perfection tanned leathery chiseled face showing off ice cold blue eyes and his world-infamous lip snarl, was laying back on the cast iron balustrade of the indoor grand balcony.
He was dressed in a custom-made stark white Giorgio Armani Wall Street Wool and Cashmere Karate Gi Sport Jacket and custom-made stark white Giorgio Armani Karate Gi pants. He had what appears to be a red crimson red silk sash strategically wrapped around his waist and leg leading up to the ceiling of the Dōjō.
He shows off his power and flexibility for a man his age in a Cirque du Soleil-inspired acrobatic stylistic and breathtakingly stunning, twisting and turning, aerial dance off the the cast iron balustrade of the indoor grand balcony and sticks the landing as he walks on the tatami floor below as if nothing has happened and makes his way towards his son and their sweet and lovely Miyamoto.
He spoke with the Voice of God, not "THE GOD", but, a God, was laughing as he preaches a psalm to the choir, as if coming from the bottom of a well:
“You two really shouldn't bear any animosity or bitterness towards Kevin Bishop, after all, even a hypocrite like that very needy son-of-a-bitch deserves some condolences. You two were the only ones in the UCI that pointed out his mental deficiencies in his first UCI World Heavyweight Championship reign that is marked by his low intelligence and mental retardation as a result of being representative of a second-rate organization with third-rate talent that resulted in his inability to function completely in this organization as a real UCI World Heavyweight Champion. . .”
The Infamous Superstar's Mother, Akasha, had her sleek bob of salt and pepper sheared pointed ends slicked back behind her ears and a deep middle part with gelled back fringe showing off her white-hot, firey red-hot, brilliantly passionate grey eyes of the devil hidden behind a pair of Vintage Revo sunglasses with uniquely shaped blue mirror h20 polarized lenses. Her very slim, classic supermodel-like figure was encased in a very shamelessly decadent night out on the town sheer grey tulle embellished shimmering myriad of geometric crystal pattern cut just above the knee gown designed by Valentino.
She was sitting with her back straight in her signature “First Lady” slant with her ankles and legs together at an angle showing her modesty on a stark white bleached ergonomically designed wicker chair caressing the fur of an orange tiger-striped Maine coon cat with a not so friendly disposition sleeping on her lap. The orange tiger-striped Maine coon cat begins to “Soft kitty, warm kitty, little ball of fur! Happy kitty, sleepy kitty, purr purr purr!"
She gives her husband a “Child, please! If people really want to read about those earlier encounters when our son was recovering from his injuries of being one of the hardest workers in this organization and being put through a glass table by Bonnie Blue, then they can go read all about that ancient history themselves in his resurrection of Mr. UCI promo and his rinse, whitewash, repeat promo still on newsstands now” style gesture look on her matriarch face. Her strong, ethereally supple, combination of sheer vulnerability and powerful voice:
“His and Corey Bull’s showing as these Harbingers against Bonnie Blue and Alex Richards just amplified even more just how incompetent that he has become in his leadership skills in this organization. He is still no match for our son and our sweet and lovely Miyamoto’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. . .”
The Infamous Superstar's Father, The Hollywood Blonde, puts his arm around his son’s shoulders in a “The apple never falls to far from our family's legacy” style gesture.
“Now, now, now, my dear, Kevin Bishop does have two wins over our son in singles competition. But anyone that has a proper understanding of the sports entertainment business knows the true meaning of his two losses, even Kevin Bishop. When Kevin Bishop came into the UCI all full of overhyped piss and vinegar with his lips stuck to Spencer Adams’ ass cheeks as the next best thing, of course our son was going to lose to him in that Killing Floor qualifier match last year. And when our son called him out for his inside and outside of the squared-circle mental deficiencies representing this organization as a UCI World Heavyweight Champion because he was spending more time in that second-rate organization with third-rate talent as a People's Champion. Good Grief, Charlie Brown! Our son was made out to be the villain by the UCI Hierarchy, every velveteen wrestler in the back behind the curtain, and the UCI Fandom for becoming speaking his mind when other so-called, self-proclaimed leaders of this organization were afraid to break bad with Kevin Bishop and Spencer Adams. Our son was on hiatus and not even on the roster at the time and still freaking recovering from being the hardest worker in this organization and from his near death experience with Bonnie Blue in that Monster’s Ball Match at Killing Floor 2016 when he became the silver tongue devil in this organization at Kevin Bishop’s expense. Of course common sense says that our son was going to be sacrificed to that plague of stupidity for upholding our family's time-honored tradition of being the hero, anti-hero of the anti-establishment, establishment voice of reason voice of the silent, unsilent majority of the UCI. . .”
The Infamous Superstar's Mother, Akasha, was very, very proud of her son’s accomplishments inside and outside of the squared-circle even though she didn't show her husband, her son, or their sweet and lovely Miyamoto any emotion whatsoever.
“You gave our son your best Kevin Bishop and your best was just barely good enough to survive your two encounters with our son, The Handsome Half-breed Shadowlove. No matter what you say and what you do, you became the property of The Guardians because our son was quite the seductively handsome gentleman that chose not to intervene in Bonnie Blue’s destiny. She was smart enough to listen to our son's and our sweet and lovely Miyamoto’s creative criticism scouting report about your plague of stupidity and easily defeated you for the UCI World Heavyweight Championship. And Bonnie Blue has owned you and our son ever since. . .”
The Infamous Superstar's Father, The Hollywood Blonde, wishes that Bonnie Blue would read his own creative criticism scouting report about his legendary career,. If not, he would be happy to whisper those sweet nothings bedtime stories into her ear while she is sleeping. Why “Wade” in a swampy “Moor” dawlin’, when you can have a nice day for a "White Wedding" and get lost in “Hollywood” with "Papa Flair"? WOOOOOOOO!
“The UCI Hierarchy, every velveteen wrestler in the back behind the curtain, and the UCI Fandom have wanted to see the UCI World Heavyweight Championship wrapped perfectly around our son’s waist like when he was this organization’s UCI World Television Championship for a very long time. Oh wait, he was a one week wonder that might have lost the UCI World Television Championship to Jack Schlongson in that ladder match at Rite of Passage 2017 but he never lost the UCI World Television Championship via pinfall or submission. Not even close and that plays a very big part in why his win and loss record has really been a non-factor throughout his sports entertainment business career. People who have expressed an unfavorable opinion about my son’s sports entertainment business career are the same frightened and insecure individuals that have misunderstood, miscalculated, and underestimated our son'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. . .”
The Infamous Superstar's Mother, Akasha, continues caressing the fur of an orange tiger-striped Maine coon cat with a not so friendly disposition sleeping on her lap. The orange tiger-striped Maine coon cat continues to “Soft kitty, warm kitty, little ball of fur! Happy kitty, sleepy kitty, purr purr purr!"
“The United Championship Infinite Hierarchy, every velveteen wrestler in the back behind the curtain, and the United Championship Infinite Fandom believe that yourself and our son, in some weird demented way, have the same similar personalities when it comes to both our family's legacy. People like yourself, Kevin Bishop, are truly like a wolf in sheep's clothing, you have always had a poor inner sense of leadership when it comes to the United Championship Infinite as compared to your reputation as an ass kisser, pardon my French, in that second-rate organization with third-rate talent. You cannot seem to understand or comprehend everyone's creative criticism about that second-rate organization. No one in this organization really cares about that second-rate organization that has become just a novelty item like Corey Black. And still, you live and breath off those feelings and opinions from the third-rate talent in that second-rate organization. That will always be your downfall. Whereas my son’s self-righteous indignation and self-indulgences proved all that he had to prove to himself, he proved where his standing was to everyone in that second-rate organization with his Top 10 finish over the third-rate talent in WAR XVI and have moved on to bigger, better and badder things concerning this organization. . .”
The sweet and lovely Miyamoto using her Bushidō catlike precision was now standing statuesque with her arms crossed over her chest next to the Infamous Superstar's Mother sitting in the stark white bleached ergonomically designed wicker chair.
“That is the major difference between Kevin Bishop-san and The Handsome Half-breed Shadowlove-san. Bishop-san is always needing, wanting and desiring the approval of those certain individuals that really don’t matter in this organization. He really shouldn’t until they arrive in this organization through the revolving door policy of both organizations. Seth Lerch-san would love to have The Handsome Half-breed Shadowlove-san back in that second-rate organization considering the lack of any real talent coming from his third-rate talent with the exception of a chosen handful of people that have come through the revolving door policy of the United Championship Infinite. That drunken fed-head, Seth Lerch-san, was the one that breached our contracts and let the legend of The Handsome Half-breed Shadowlove-san live on forever in the United Championship Infinite. No one, and I mean no one, including yourself Kevin Bishop-san, can bring together a variety of opinions in this organization and in that second-rate organization that rivals and brings together any one singular opinion about The Handsome Half-breed Shadowlove-san. People just love to hate the way that The Handsome Half-breed Shadowlove-san handles himself inside and outside of the squared-circle. But those same people just hate to love the way that The Handsome Half-breed Shadowlove-san handles himself inside and outside of the squared-circle as well. . .”
“The Handsome Half-breed” Shadowlove runs his fingers through his classic masculine and modern mussed, razor-textured, choppy finished dark brown hair, down his neck, down his muscular chest, and over his washboard abs and flicks beads of fake sweat from off his fingers in a “I don’t sweat anyone in this organization and that second-rate organization, especially Kevin Bishop!” style gesture.
“There is one thing that The Guardians, The Syndicate, and The Brotherhood have in common here in the UCI, and that is Me! Each and every one of these sorry-assed, so-called, self-proclaimed super-stables wanted yours truly services. David Sanchez was in negotiations with me until he flaked and had to tuck tail and run back to that second-rate organization with third-rate talent. Bonnie Blue, Andre Holmes, and even Alex Richards loved the thought of me and my ego replacing The Omega Man and Polar Phantasm. Even after my ‘intervention’ with Rebecca Thatch and Shaun Zach that brought Alex’s and his family closer together, they still wanted my service. But Alex should really get over that and move on with his life instead of always blaming me for his shortcomings as head of his household. And even Kevin Bishop has been infatuated with having my services in that now defunct Brotherhood makeover debacle. Kev still gets giddy when you mention my name or the the thought of that ultimate dream team of The Handsome Harbingers, copyright pending, of course. No wonder Karma Bishop is so very, very insecurely jealous of this seductively handsome cold-hearted psychopathic snake. . .”
The Infamous Superstar's Father, The Hollywood Blonde, pokes his son in his muscular chest with his finger in a “Kevin Nash poking Hulk Hogan, WCW Poke Screwjob” style gesture. “The Handsome Half-breed” Shadowlove does a 360° spin and performs a reverse Flair Flop Ice tea plunges on the padded tatami floor as his Father goes for a pin by standing with one foot on his muscular chest while looking down at him.
“But, of course. Your strong feeling of annoyance, displeasure, hostility and independent immorality thinking is what has kept you an independent immoral contractor in this organization, especially when it comes to your state of mind in terms of your 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 has been tailor-made for the sports entertainment business with your all-around, well-balanced athleticism that rebellious guerrilla warfare and your God-given laissez-faire attitude. . .”
"The Handsome Half-breed” Shadowlove quickly kicks out of his Father’s lackadaisical pin attempt and delivers what some people would say was quite the UP YOURS OLD MAN LOW BLOW UPPERCUT to his Father's nether regions, you know, his groin. G-R-O-I-N injury!
“The Guardians, The Syndicate, and The Brotherhood all lacked the abilities to crawl, stand, and walk in my custom-made Calvin Klein alligator skinned boots, and unfortunately for them, they have all misunderstood, miscalculated, and underestimated my resolve as an independent thinking immoral contractor. David Sanchez, Bonnie Blue, and Kevin Bishop all needed, wanted, and desired to have their egos stroked by simple-minded people with an even more simpleton mindset and skillset inside and outside of the squared-circle. Davey Boy, Bonnie, and Kev have always turned their nose up at the other members of whichever super stable that they are involved in. The wanted so much to be the King and Queen and, um, Mayor of this organization that they lost sight of the bigger picture in life. 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 and has been tailor-made for the sports entertainment business with my all-around, well-balanced athleticism, my rebellious guerrilla warfare, and my God-given laissez-faire attitude is what makes the whole sports entertainment business sing and everyone in the UCI chant my name. . .”
The Infamous Superstar's Father, The Hollywood Blonde, stands there for a second like a statue, pondering what you all are pondering and quietly, to himself, starts chanting his son’s name, then grabs the family jewels and falls to the padded tatami floor, quivering in pain, like a worm, selling the move, while looking at his wife for approval and a big thumbs up.
The Infamous Superstar's Mother, Akasha, was good at hiding her emotions and pretends to be interested in her husband, quivering in pain, like a worm, on the padded tatami flooring that she no-sells her reaction with a very mischievously malevolent head-turning showstopping youthful smile appearing on her slightly fuller and curvier luscious and alluring lips as she gives her husband a big upside-down thumbs up if you were standing on your head.
“You are probably wishing that you could simply avoid the elephant in the room and get the thought of our son out of your head, eh Kevin Bishop? Since our son has ventured more into the realities of normalcy outside the space-time continuum of this organization, you have become quite complacent because the quality of his opponents have been even less stellar than yourself. That's hard to believe, I Know, but El Payaso Loco, Red Dragon, and whoever T.E.C. was are really the dregs of society in this organization even more so than Andre Holmes. Our esteemed Spencer Adams or whatever idiot savant that have been trying to drive that last nail in the coffin of one of the last original central foundational cornerstones in the birth, growth, development, and preservation of the United Championship Infinite will ultimately fail in their mission because ultimately it will be our son that will decide if, and when, he will focus more on the idealistic ideology of the quiet, silent lucidity escapism of the rigmaroles of everyday life in the United Championship Infinite. . .”
The sweet and lovely Miyamoto using her Bushidō catlike precision reaches into her iconic Black Montsuki & Forest Green Seven Deep-pleated Hakama and pulls out a rolled up copy of the Wall St. Journal and begins tapping it into the palm of her hand.
“You were sadly mistaken, Kevin Bishop-san, if you were looking to redeem your reputation for your past failures in that second-rate organization with third-rate talent and your current failures in this organization at the very expense of The Handsome Half-breed Shadowlove-san. Redemption is something that The Handsome Half-breed Shadowlove-san has never been to concerned with, or worried about, or a big fan of, when it comes to his reputation inside and outside of the squared-circle in this organization or that second-rate organization. He’s been there, and done that enough for a lifetime. We helped you become a World Heavyweight Champion if you recall last year's Civil War when you needed help from Bonnie Blue, The Handsome Half-breed Shadowlove-san, and PerZag-san to defeat Stevie Corah-san, Mogui-san, Karlie Nash, and Calvin Street-san in that clusterfuck, pardon my French, Team Spencer vs Team Price match. Just look what happened to Team UCI in that second-rate organization’s Hellimination match without the Top 10 finisher at WAR XVI?. . .”
She hold up an L, the letter, not the wrestler, over her forehead, signifying Team UCI’s loss to Team WCF at that second-rate organization's Pay-Per-View. Great booking on that one Spencer. What is next? A Preecha Kamon vs Corey Black Pay-Per-View Main Event?
“Was 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 that has been tailor-made for the sports entertainment business with his all-around, well-balanced athleticism that rebellious guerrilla warfare and his God-given laissez-faire attitude still way too much for your prophesied plague of stupidity pandemic to handle? There will be blood at Civil War. There will be violence at Civil War. There will be a shortness of breath at Civil War. And there will be the same look of fear in your eyes at Civil War. That same look of fear that you have always had when you have stepped into the squared-circle with The Handsome Half-breed Shadowlove-san. . .”
“The Handsome Half-breed” Shadowlove’s demeanor hasn't really changed at the mention of Kevin Bishop’s name. His heart rate was still a very relaxed 40 beats a minute as the oxygen in his blood helps the preternatural powers of his mind’s eye remain focused and alert to the surroundings around him knowing that he will become quite the engaging, fearless, person that he has always been, no matter who his opponent just happens to be in the squared-circle. This week, it just happens to be Kevin Bishop.
“The Batman vs. The Joker. Rocky Balboa vs, Ivan Drago. Damian Kaine vs. His Backbone. Michigan Wolverines vs. The Ohio State Buckeyes. The Plague’s Creeping Death vs The Handsome Half-breed’s Love For Life at Civil War is just another day at the office here in the UCI. I have never feared the truth or consequences of my actions inside and outside of the squared-circle like you have Kev. I’ve mindfucked you so much so that I should be buying you dinner before Civil War because you are most definitely fucked. The UCI Hierarchy, every velveteen wrestler in the back behind the curtain, and the UCI Fandom have labeled me as the one person that adds fuel to the fire of your plague of stupidity and the only person that has an insensitive and cruel disregard for everything that you stand for by showing the Creeping Death side of you is a sympathetic figment of your imagination. You of all people should understand that in order for your plague of stupidity to have the desired effective outbreak, you need me on that wall, you want me on that wall, you desire me on that wall, because when you feast your eyes on me on that wall, you see that true role-model and perfect specimen that makes you come crashing down to reality because you know that you will never be like me in this organization . .”
He taps his Father's body with his foot and gives him a “get on your feet old man, you're embarrassing the family legacy like you were that plague of stupidity, Kevin Bishop” style gesture with his hand. Will he come to the rescue of his Father? His Father rises up on his own two feet and brush himself off like nothing has happened because that is what men in this family's time-honored tradition does, and says,
“I am getting too damn old for this shit!. . .”
"The Handsome Half-breed” Shadowlove puts his arm around his Father’s shoulders in a “The apple really doesn’t ever falls too far from our family's legacy, Kev” style gesture.
“I’ve always possessed a sense of ethics that are a byproduct of my family's legacy and that are second-to-none when detecting that unpleasant foul odor of your plague of stupidity caused by the that someone like myself that is very seductively handsome when exposing the very likely cause of your mental, emotional, and physical instabilities to the world. You calling yourself the greatest UCI World Heavyweight Champion is totally disgusting and this is coming from a dude that has a high threshold of arousing revulsion in this organization and having a strong self-righteous indignation for those other superficial bigger-than-life whiney, umm, winning personalities, these dames to kill for, and these stranger than strange butt ugly and frightening imaginary monsters that currently resides within this organization just by my self-confidence, my self-righteousness, and my self-indulgences. . .”
A porcelain skinned Geisha wearing a Shimada-styled nihongami wig and a formal black kimonos, with her obi tied in the taiko style, enters the Dōjō carrying a polished wooden serving tray with ice cold sweet tea poured into an earthen cup, an ice cold coconut water poured into a coconut with a little pink umbrella, and a traditional Cuban Highball Mojito, mixed white rum, sugar cane juice, lime juice, sparkling water, and mint, shaken, not stirred, poured in a 300 to 410 millilitres Collins glass tumbler.
The Geisha quietly makes her way towards the simply ravishing femme fatale temptress and the Infamous Superstar's Mother, and, ceremonially, and traditionally bows towards them and offers them the contents of the polished wooden service tray.
His Mother runs her fingertips gently over the rim of the coconut filled with ice cold coconut water meant for her son and spins the little pink umbrella like a top then takes a sip from coconut filled with ice cold coconut water.
“Why should my son, The Handsome Half-breed Shadowlove, be ashamed, guilty, and embarrassed for his self-righteous indignation and self-indulgences when bringing out your thin-skinned reputation Kevin Bishop?. . .”
The sweet and lovely Miyamoto takes earthen cup.then takes a sip of the ice cold sweet tea. The Geisha formally, ceremonially, and traditionally bows and makes her way towards the Infamous Superstar's Father and “The Handsome Half-breed” Shadowlove.
“You are always put on the defensive when you look at The Handsome Half-breed Shadowlove-san crooked in his sparkling blue eyes and are always blaming him for your shortcomings in this organization, especially when all you have to do is take a good long look at your plague of stupidity and see that It is just in your Karma, Bishop, that is to blame for trying to enhance your pitiful shortcomings in that second-rate organization with third-rate talent. . .”
The Geisha formally, ceremonially, and traditionally bows towards the Infamous Superstar's Father and “The Handsome Half-breed” Shadowlove. and offers them the remaining contents of the polished wooden service tray to them.
The Infamous Superstar's Father chooses the a traditional Cuban Highball Mojito, mixed white rum, sugar cane juice, lime juice, sparkling water, and mint, shaken, not stirred, poured in a 300 to 410 millilitres Collins glass tumbler and saluds his son.
“This, this third-rate talented Pantheon/#beachkrew hybrid really brought out the best in your weaknesses in that second-rate organization, didn't they Kevin Bishop?. . .”
“The Handsome Half-breed” Shadowlove looks at the empty polished wooden serving tray then at the Geisha then back at the empty polished wooden serving tray.
He SUPERKICK’s the Geisha, knocking her out instantly. She drops the empty polished wooden serving tray in front of her. But before she can hit the padded tatami floor, he catches her her fall.
His heart rate has remained 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 at the business at hand of running some smack of Kevin Bishop while as he puts the Geisha’s head between his legs and delivers THE SEDUCTIVE HANDSOMENESS, a double underhook facebuster to "rearrange" the Geisha's face on the the empty polished wooden serving tray, not only to keep sending her a message, but sending Kevin and Karma Bishop a message too.
“You know that I will always bring out your worst out in your weaknesses in this organization Kev? When the #beachkrew was in their prime and at their very peak of perfection, they tried to back me into a corner as well. I was left in the squared-circle with the likes of Wade Moor, Jonathan Rabid, Jared Holmes, Andre Aquarius, Kyle Kemp, and Dustin Beaver in a clusterfuck of a match in that clusterfuck of a second-rate organization. You know what I did in that six on one clusterfuck of a beatdown? I looked at the fear in the their eyes with my still sparkling blue eyes and took that beating like a man. Not only did that beating get #beachkrew over at the time, that beatdown got me over as well. I showed #beachkrew and everyone else in that second-rate organization that the only feelings that I have were with my fingers and toes, there was no sense of shame, there was no sense of remorse, because #beachkrew and everyone else in that second-rate organization with third-rate talent never had any real power over me or any real power over any of my future endeavors. When Wade Moor, Jonathan Rabid, and Jared Holmes were trying to become impact players on Bonnie Blue’s dime, they all stood toe-to-toe with me after laying you out, Karlie Nash out, and Casey Holliday out. Did Wade Moor, Jonathan Rabid, and then WCF World Champion Jared Holmes attempt to even try to lay me out without buying me dinner first? Nope. You are still really fucked at Civil War, Kev. . .”
She seems to mysteriously be conjuring up a mystical spell over him just by her mere presence as she takes 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 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.
“As you can see Kevin Bishop-san, The Handsome Half-breed Shadowlove-san has a very uncanny ability to say all the right things at the right time. You may be a former two-time UCI World Television Champion and he may be a former UCI World Television Champion, and on paper, you should be the favorite to win this match at Civil War because you were definitely a more of a paper Champion. The Handsome Half-breed Shadowlove-san has a very uncanny ability to improvise, overcome, and adapt with the odds against him and turn things around to his advantage with 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 and has been tailor-made for the sports entertainment business with his all-around, well-balanced athleticism that rebellious guerrilla warfare and his God-given laissez-faire attitude. I seriously doubt that you have the current mindset toughness and the current skillset toughness to fight your way out of that paper bag that you and Karma live in, much less, defeat either Preecha Kamon-san or Corey Black-san, or knowing your luck, one of the current Pantheon/#beachkrew hybrid wrestlers that owns you, lock, stock, and barrel. . .”
His heart rate has remained 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 at the business at hand of running some smack of Kevin Bishop while he looks at the Geisha laying face first in the now broken empty polished wooden serving tray with a gleam in his sparkling blue eyes and applies THE FACE OF THE FRANCHISE, a series of transitional Omoplata, Gogoplata, Monoplata, Locoplata submission locks into a Straight-Jacket Crippling Crossface to keep on sending not only her, but sending Kevin and Karma Bishop a message as well.
“Am I sounding way too overconfident Kev? When haven't the UCI Hierarchy, every velveteen wrestler in the back behind the curtain, and the UCI Fandom seen my overconfident grandiose sense of self-righteous indignation and self-indulgences inside and outside of the squared-circle? You and your Queen might think that you still reign in this organization as a power couple but the real world rotates around the power couple that reigns supreme to the extreme in the UCI’s court of public opinion. My hometown of Oklahoma City won't ever be the same when my sweet and lovely Miyamoto and myself kick your ass at Civil War. See you very, very soon, my friend. . .”
“PERSONAL JESUS” by Depeche Mode starts to play on the Bose® (product placement) SoundTouch® (product placement) indoor/outdoor surround sound system:
He runs his fingers through his his classically masculine and modern mussed, razor-textured, choppy finished dark brown hair and making his hair perfect in super slow motion then raises his arms up and straight out to his sides and bows his head, as if, being crucified on a cross. And on the third day, Jesus, wept.
The Infamous Superstar's Mother, Akasha’s strong, ethereally supple in a combination of sheer vulnerability and electrifying powerful voice echoes off the stone walls of the Dōjō:
"Kōgeki!. . .”
Upon hearing the word, "Attack!" echoing off off the stone walls of the Dōjō in Japanese coming from his wife and not their sweet and lovely Miyamoto, the Infamous Superstar's Father, The Hollywood Blonde, sees those two salty looking Japanese attack dawgs named Kyodai and Shatei entering the scene from the darkened Dōjō in opposite directions.
The bodyguards were carrying a pair medieval dungeon and dragon chains with wrist restraint locks in their hands as the Infamous Superstar's Father takes a few steps back and away from his son still posing like, well like the Son of a God, not "The” God, but a God being crucified for his past sins and points an accusing finger towards his son, since all gaijins look the same to the Oriental community.
Kyodai was sporting a jet-black crew-cut hair, sunglasses, an Irezumi hand-poked black dragon tattoo intertwined throughout his body, and a custom-made black Giorgio Armani Fundoshi, the traditional Japanese stark white undergarment loincloth.
Shatei was sporting a jet-black crew-cut hair, sunglasses, an Irezumi hand-poked red dragon tattoo intertwined throughout his body, and a custom-made black Giorgio Armani Fundoshi, the traditional Japanese stark white undergarment loincloth.
They both shackle “The Handsome Half-breed” Shadowlove’s wrists with the wrist restraint locks from the medieval dungeon and dragon chains and disappear into the darkness of the Dōjō.
Moments later. . .
A creaking sound from what appears to ve coming from a short-shafted, geared flywheel, obviously being powered simultaneously by Kyodai and Shatei, echoes off the stone walls throughout the Dōjō.
“The Handsome Half-breed” Shadowlove starts raising up into the air by his wrists, stretching his muscular shoulders wide apart with the strength of a naturally enhanced Olympic gymnast performing perfectly flawless program on the Olympic Gymnastics Ring.above the padded tatami floor and casting a shadow from the octagon shaped atrium down on the tatami floor.
“The Handsome Half-breed” Shadowlove receives a score of 9.9 from the Russian Judge. Blyad. Fuck.
Although, he was the spitting image of a couple of archangels, Michael and Gabriel, rising into the heavens or like the Bat-signal, whatever tickles your fancy, in shades of déjà vu all over again, that kinda reminds him of his loss in the Fishing Hook Match with Harry Diderot at Killing Floor. Something that he definitely will not repeat to the likes of Kevin Bishop at Civil War.
He slowly raises his head in super slow motion and 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 “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 Kevin Bishop. But why, when all you only need is just ONE. ONE to defeat Kevin Bishop. 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 Kevin Bishop just like you never even existed at Civil War” Jake The Snake Roberts flamboyant, stylistic supermodel deus ex machina 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!