With Great Power, Teddy Sol, Comes Great Responsibility!
Jun 12, 2016 0:00:07 GMT -6
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Post by SHADOWLOVE on Jun 12, 2016 0:00:07 GMT -6
Located at the southeastern end of Cuba, Guantanamo Bay is the site of a U.S. Naval base. A portion of the base houses a small group of detainment camps named Camp Delta, Camp Echo, Camp Iguana, and Camp X-Ray for militant al Qaeda and Taliban combatants. About a mile beyond the regular camp boundaries was a highly secret facility, a Black Site, which housed some other “Off-the-Book” special detainees or house guests. This Black Site was camouflaged to look like the other camps except that it was surrounded by concertina wire and had no guard towers. Rumors had it that this Black Site was used by the Central Intelligence Agency for “Enhanced” Interrogations, that some say, and some might not say, violate human rights.
In the days when classic “Enhanced” Interrogations was the dominant mode of treatment, the furnishings were typically sparse, clinical, devoid of any character in the sports entertainment business. Then suddenly, a transformation in sports entertainment took place and the modern day profusion of the most polarizing, modern day charismatic and charming, egotistical, narcissistic, politically incorrect, felicitating, self-righteous, second-generation megalomaniac’s approach was giving rise to a more vivid, striking, brilliant, strong, rich, bold, vibrant colors, full of life, full of energy and full of enthusiasm in an acknowledgment of Eros, the mischievous god of love, a minion and constant companion of the goddess Aphrodite, triumph over Thanatos, a melancholy, brooding, individual, consumed with the concept of death.
Lying back in an INFINITY™ MASSAGE CHAIR (product placement) surrounded by a baker’s dozen of empty and crushed gallon water jugs is "The Handsome Half-breed" Shadowlove holding a half empty jug of water in his hand. He’s wearing a faded white, half a size way too small, dripping wet, Teo Del Sol mask over his fighter's face. He’s stripped to the waist showing off the upper body of a Greek God, with washboard abs, in a black leather trench-coat along with Crocodile skinned pants with Alligator skinned boots.
The INFINITY™ MASSAGE CHAIR (product placement) is designed to replicate the principles of zero gravity that NASA uses in all of its space capsule seats. Using a zero gravity model allows the massage chair to simulate a completely weightless experience similar to the zero gravity experience of an astronaut in space by allowing your body to disperse all weight and tension throughout the chair, while prompting a feeling of weightlessness that relieves stress, tension, and muscle discomfort. While in the chair your legs will remain higher than the rest of your body, which greatly improves circulation and blood flow, providing the greatest amount of comfort and relaxation during the massage. The Iyashi includes powerful airbags located in the headrest, lower waist, posterior, shoulders, arms and wrists, legs and the soles of the feet work to compress and decompress your muscles, relieve pressure and tension on the joints and alleviate stiffness. Gentle heat, soothing sound, adjustable speed, two levels of zero gravity becomes the ultimate indulgence. . .
Then again, maybe not. . .
The Infamous Superstar's gracefully sensuous petite, yet dignified, personal bodyguard/valet and “Fashionista Sensei”, Ms. Miyamoto, the simply ravishing femme fatale temptress, enters with flirty confidence as she steps in rhythm, left to right, into the “Enhanced” Interrogation Room, shaking her head with keen fascination and malignant pleasure at the sight of Shadowlove waterboarding himself.
Her raven black hair is pulled back in a French braid showing off her angelic face with her eyes hidden behind a pair of RayBan sunglasses to go along with her attractively well-proportioned, slim, trim, toned body built for sin encased in a form-fitting stark white seven piece Naughty Nurse Victoria's Secret (hot and sexy product placement, thank me later) Costume with stark white Jimmy Choo stilettos.
This Daisy Corsets Elite costume includes a burlesque corset featuring lace ruffle trim, embellished with bows, side hook & eye closure, and lace up back. Comes with matching stark white pettiskirt and thong; Nurse Hat; Stethoscope; Removable red patent stretch belt.
The clattering from her Jimmy Choo stilettos stirs Shadowlove from his deep relaxing slumber massage as is low dusky voice rings out fully, with all charm and charisma that one can muster, mister in a Scottish brogue:
SHADOWLOVE: Do you really expect me to weep over the semantics of the sports entertainment business when it comes to winning or losing the Television Championship?
"HER STRUT" by Bob Seger & The Silver Bullet Band starts to play on the Bose® (product placement) SoundTouch® (product placement) indoor surround sound system.
Ms.Miyamoto, exuding fantastic supermodel energy, as she walks with a stiff, erect, and apparently arrogant and conceited "Strut" around An INFINITY™ MASSAGE CHAIR (product placement). Her sweet as honey, harmoniously hypnotizing, smooth as silk, smoky voice radiating through her alluring lips:
MS. MIYAMOTO: Īe-shi Shadowlove-san wa, watashi wa anata ga oboreru koto o kitai shimasu!. . .
Shadowlove’s condescending laughter echoes throughout the “Enhanced” Interrogation room at the thought of drowning before facing Teddy Sol at the UCI PPV, Lazarus, this Sunday Night. Teddy Sol should be so lucky, unfortunately for him, Teddy Sol is shit outta luck.
Ms. Miyamoto snaps her fingers and the INFINITY™ MASSAGE CHAIR (product placement) automatically rises back up into its upright position.
With the faded white, half a size way too small, dripping wet, Teo Del Sol mask, still covering his fighter's face, Ms. Miyamoto raises the mask up over Shadowlove's lips and seductively kisses him. A malevolent, tight wolfish, whiplash smile, slowly appearing on his lips showing off perfectly white even teeth in a “James Bond Supervillain” shit-eating grin.
SHADOWLOVE: Teddy, Teddy, Teddy, who would've thought that when you sought to try to revolutionize the sports entertainment business by proving to the world through dedication and hard work when becoming a “hero” in the UCI, not only would this high-flying enigma governed of the people, for the people, by the people would become quite the disappointment in the hearts of the fans, but this high-flying enigma would also be quite the embarrassment to Lucha Libre by disgracing the time-honored tradition of masked luchadors?. . .
Ms. Miyamoto removes the faded white Teo Del Sol mask off Shadowlove's head showing off his classic masculine and modern mussed, razor-textured, choppy finished dark brown hair and his fighter's face with an ice cold stare which radiants from his blue eyes.
Ms. Miyamoto holds up the faded white Teo Del Sol mask for the viewing audience at home, especially Teddy Sol, to see.
MS. MIYAMOTO: Theodore “Del” Sol-san, some people are destined to hide behind a mask of a modern day demigod. There was once upon a time when you drew your power from the sun, now you are just trying to spread your might venturing into a total eclipse of your heart. Shadowlove-san represents that deep, dark place inside you that remained hidden for oh so long out of the light, concealed from not only your fans and the United Championship Infinite, but also concealed from yourself. Shadowlove-san makes you confront your deepest, darkest inner demons in your own appeal to face your own moment of doubt and pain. . .
Shadowlove takes the faded white Teo Del Sol mask from Ms. Miyamoto and makes a sock puppet out of it in his hand. He turns his wrist so that he comes eye to mask, if you will, with the faded white Teo Del Sol mask.
SHADOWLOVE: It is easy to see why you hid your face for so long Teddy. Gezzus. . . Gezzus! Regardless of your reasons to unmask, it is quite easy to see why you are oh so jealous of me. Why hide your face, Teddy, when you are as devilishly handsome as “The Handsome Half-breed”? Just look at what happens when I walk into The Warehouse, I immediately intimidate each and every one of you because I am so devilishly handsome. I don't come from some alien planet. I never drank any secret formula to have superhuman strength. Nor have I ever had any sort of radioactive mishap. I just simply had a great upbringing. My upbringing by my altruistic parents taught me to help those who can't help themselves. Unlike you Teddy, through my years of hard work and sheer determination on the catwalks of Paris and New York, I have built my reputation on the hopes and dreams of less fortunate people like yourself, Teddy, and that is indeed awe inspiring. Just like when Wentworth Updegraff Jr. defeated me last week, you, just like him, know that you can never be “The Handsome Half-breed”, but only inspire to be “The Handsome Half-breed”. Nevertheless, if that helps you feel that you can become something great, something of your own choosing without having to live off my family's brand name in the sports entertainment business then so be it. . .
Ms. Miyamoto starts to run her fingers through his classic masculine and modern mussed, razor-textured, choppy finished dark brown hair slicked back with carnal pleasure and passionate obsession.
MS. MIYAMOTO: Theodore “Del” Sol-san, you won't be the first, nor the last, to actually suffer from the excessively debilitating phobia of having a love/hate relationship “The Handsome Half-breed” Shadowlove-san. Even people that supposedly respect Shadowlove-san deep down, don't, because deep down they are unfamiliar and come from a different era in the sports entertainment business. Shadowlove-san just looks odd because even though he is quite the “Handsome Half-breed”, he is the personification of happy-go-lucky kid-friendly entertainer not weighed down by waging a meaningless war of self-righteous indignation. . .
Shadowlove looks at the faded white Teo Del Sol mask staring back at him with self-righteous indignation and crumbles up the faded white Teo Del Sol mask in his hands and throws it into the corner of the “Enhanced” Interrogation room.
SHADOWLOVE: Teddy, not everyone in the UCI has to be a clown, a court-jester, a high flying acrobat, or what have you, in order to appease the fans with ludicrous antics of a bumbling buffoon luchador. After all, the true characteristics of Lucha Libre doesn't derive from from dedication or heart when pushing yourself to do superhuman feats, Lucha Libre derives from the voracious homicidal urges of trying to fit into society when being nothing more than an impish sideshow carnival “Freakarella” thriving on the mischievous darkness of the sports entertainment business. . .
Ms. Miyamoto lowers her RayBan sunglasses down her perfectly flawless nose of her angelic looking face. Her incandescent green eyes scans back and forth inside the “Enhanced” Interrogation room like The Terminator then focuses straight ahead for the viewing audience at home.
MS. MIYAMOTO: Theodore “Del” Sol-san, the duality of who you are and who you are trying to be provides plenty of thought for anyone in this organization to mull over your mentally disturbed, unstable, unbalanced, maladjusted obsession when it comes to Shadowlove-san. You are just like everyone else that crossed paths with Shadowlove-san with your reflection and distortion of the facets that make up the personification of “The Handsome Half-breed” Shadowlove-san. Shadowlove-san is the only one besides myself that is qualified to venture into what lurks in mindset of one of the most polarizing, modern day charismatic and charming, egotistical, narcissistic, politically incorrect, felicitating, self-righteous, second-generation megalomaniac in sports entertainment history. Is he really a dishonest and unprincipled figure in the United Championship Infinite of simply just underrated and misunderstood by the heartless and soulless individuals in this organization like Theodore “Del” Sol-san just because of his “Handsome Half-breedness”?. . .
Shadowlove raises up from the INFINITY™ MASSAGE CHAIR (product placement) and runs his hands through his classic masculine and modern mussed, razor-textured, choppy finished dark brown hair, down his muscular chest and washboard abs and flicks his fingers in a “I don’t sweat you!” gesture towards Teddy Sol.
SHADOWLOVE: Teddy, ever since my arrival in the sports entertainment business, there has been a rapid reproduction of self-appointed comic book luchadors like yourself whose theatrics and preoccupations in and out of the ring have always tried to inspire little kids all over the world to wear the faded white sun mask of a goodie two shoes. But the “Legend Of Teo Del Sol” is just that. You took the faded white sun mask off for what? For what Teddy? Because you actually thought that Teddy Sol would be a worthy main attraction in the same vein recognition as “The Handsome Half-breed”? Your ill-fated pursuit to walk into my world was doomed ever since you showed the UCI your true ugly self. A luchador without his mask is a luchador without honor, without respect, simple as that. You’re better off shaving your butt and sticking your head in the sand like an ostrich when becoming a compulsive, obsessive, ruthless “Legend In Your Own Mind” when trying to decide what is right or what is wrong in this organization. . .
Ms. Miyamoto takes her proper place cradling against Shadowlove's body and starts caressing his muscular chest with her fingers.
MS. MIYAMOTO: Theodore “Del” Sol-san, who would've really thought that Shadowlove-san was the one that drove you to remove your mask? Who would've really thought when you removed your mask of sanity that people would cower at the very sight of your presence by tapping into your very worst childhood fears. There is nothing more traumatic than having your career emasculated right in front of the United Championship Infinite’s and your very eyes. Now, now, now, you can try to huff and puff your way out of this until you are blue in the face with plausible deniability but all you have to do is just look in the mirror and see that you are half the man that you used to be. Losing one's masculinity is one thing but losing your masculinity to “The Handsome Half-breed” Shadowlove-san is quite another wouldn't you say? But sooner or later everyone in this organization learns that when you delve into the mind of “The Handsome Half-breed” Shadowlove-san, you might not like what you see. . .
Shadowlove looks at the balled up faded white Teo Del Sol mask hiding and trapped in the corner of the “Enhanced” Interrogation room and gives it a “come get some” gesture with his hand. Still playing chicken little, eh Teddy Sol?
SHADOWLOVE: Teddy, Teddy, Teddy, you want justice, the UCI wants justice, but the true injustice in this organization is thinking that you can knock my damn head off. The entire UCI can feel the anticipation of your presence this Sunday Night at Lazarus. The once respected Teo Del Sol, now just the figment of your imagination, walking down the aisle and seeing your worst childhood fear standing live and in living colour in the middle of the squared-circle. The bell rings. The fans scream. A dead hero dies again. Just a day's pay at the UCI PPV Lazarus. And once all the smoke has cleared and their through chanting people's savior's name they will only come to realize that standing alone in his defeat is just a man, not some kind of hero, with tears in his eyes. . .
Ms. Miyamoto reaches inside Shadowlove's black leather trench-coat and removes a rolled up copy of The Wall St. Journal. She begins tapping the copy of the Wall St. Journal in the palm of her hand.
MS. MIYAMOTO: It is quite an unjust-world phenomenon that we live in Theodore “Del” Sol-san. You are quite naive to believe that the United Championship Infinite operates on the assumption of having a natural order of justice. You believe that truth, justice and the United Championship Infinite’s way will prevail in this organization when the system fails and this organization falls into anarchy, but there is someone that has the courage to stand behind his own convictions but not you. Theodore “Del” Sol-san’s brand of justice may be in blind, but Shadowlove-san can see in the dark. . .
"PERSONAL JESUS" by Depeche Mode starts to play on the Bose® (product placement) SoundTouch® (product placement) outdoor surround sound system.
Shadowlove, bows his head, raising his arms straight out to his sides, as if, being crucified on a cross. And on the third day, Jesus, wept.
SHADOWLOVE: Why should I be afraid of someone who dresses up like an ex-luchador anyways? Because Teddy used to once be a People's Champion? Because Teddy says that he will once again be the UCI’s Champion of the people? You are no hero Teddy. There is nothing truly magical about you. You are just some dude flying out of the sky in the hopes and dreams that you can stand up to one of this organization's most innovative byproducts of brains and brawn in order to appease his childhood fear. . .
In the blink of an eye, with catlike precision, Ms. Miyamoto picks up the balled up faded white Teo Del Sol mask between her fingertips and throws up the mask into the air.
With her “Way Of The Warrior” Bushidō training, Ms. Miyamoto removes an Ivory handled dragon-headed katana and flips the razor-sharp blade facing up. The faded white Teo Del Sol mask floats down and falls over the razor-sharp blade. The faded white Teo Del Sol mask splits in two and falls to the ground in two different piles.
MS. MIYAMOTO: Even the legendary Hector Habanero-san, one of the most recognizable ancestors of Lucha Libre, has turned his back on you Theodore “Del” Sol-san. He is the reason why you brought your theatrics to the United Championship Infinite in the first place. In his day, Héctor Habanero-san was hugely visible in his full Lucha Libre regalia. Héctor Habanero-san proudly redefined Lucha Libre. Héctor Habanero-san no matter how bizarre he looked in his colorful luchador costume never, ever, showed disrespect to the time honored tradition of Lucha Libre in order to sell out for fame and fortune. Héctor Habanero-san was such a star in Lucha Libre, the caricature he invented became closely associated with him and only him. . .
Shadowlove raises his head showing off his fighter's face and a malevolent, tight wolfish, whiplash smile, slowly appearing on his lips showing off perfectly white even teeth in a “Rey Mysterio, Mil Mascaras, Jushin Thunder Liger, Héctor Habanero, Lucha Underground” shit-eating grin.
SHADOWLOVE: And in one fell swoop Teddy, poof, you chose to throw Héctor’s memory in Lucha Libre, Héctor’s mentoring in Lucha Libre, and Héctor’s traditional values of Lucha Libre out like a bag of trash ready to be taken to the dump. Shame on you sir, shame on you! You might want to shit on the traditions of the sports entertainment business but I never will. In order for you to defeat me at the UCI PPV Lazarus, this Sunday Night, in The Warehouse, you will have to do the one thing that you have been trying to avoid. You can never escape your past, my friend, you will have to give the fans what they truly want. . . You will have to bring back the true impish sideshow carnival “Freakarella” that you really are, that you really have always been. . . BRING BACK TEO DEL SOL!
Ms. Miyamoto raises her RayBan sunglasses up her perfectly flawless nose on her angelic looking face with her middle finger.
THIS IS THE END, MY ONLY FRIEND. . . THE END!
In the days when classic “Enhanced” Interrogations was the dominant mode of treatment, the furnishings were typically sparse, clinical, devoid of any character in the sports entertainment business. Then suddenly, a transformation in sports entertainment took place and the modern day profusion of the most polarizing, modern day charismatic and charming, egotistical, narcissistic, politically incorrect, felicitating, self-righteous, second-generation megalomaniac’s approach was giving rise to a more vivid, striking, brilliant, strong, rich, bold, vibrant colors, full of life, full of energy and full of enthusiasm in an acknowledgment of Eros, the mischievous god of love, a minion and constant companion of the goddess Aphrodite, triumph over Thanatos, a melancholy, brooding, individual, consumed with the concept of death.
Lying back in an INFINITY™ MASSAGE CHAIR (product placement) surrounded by a baker’s dozen of empty and crushed gallon water jugs is "The Handsome Half-breed" Shadowlove holding a half empty jug of water in his hand. He’s wearing a faded white, half a size way too small, dripping wet, Teo Del Sol mask over his fighter's face. He’s stripped to the waist showing off the upper body of a Greek God, with washboard abs, in a black leather trench-coat along with Crocodile skinned pants with Alligator skinned boots.
The INFINITY™ MASSAGE CHAIR (product placement) is designed to replicate the principles of zero gravity that NASA uses in all of its space capsule seats. Using a zero gravity model allows the massage chair to simulate a completely weightless experience similar to the zero gravity experience of an astronaut in space by allowing your body to disperse all weight and tension throughout the chair, while prompting a feeling of weightlessness that relieves stress, tension, and muscle discomfort. While in the chair your legs will remain higher than the rest of your body, which greatly improves circulation and blood flow, providing the greatest amount of comfort and relaxation during the massage. The Iyashi includes powerful airbags located in the headrest, lower waist, posterior, shoulders, arms and wrists, legs and the soles of the feet work to compress and decompress your muscles, relieve pressure and tension on the joints and alleviate stiffness. Gentle heat, soothing sound, adjustable speed, two levels of zero gravity becomes the ultimate indulgence. . .
Then again, maybe not. . .
The Infamous Superstar's gracefully sensuous petite, yet dignified, personal bodyguard/valet and “Fashionista Sensei”, Ms. Miyamoto, the simply ravishing femme fatale temptress, enters with flirty confidence as she steps in rhythm, left to right, into the “Enhanced” Interrogation Room, shaking her head with keen fascination and malignant pleasure at the sight of Shadowlove waterboarding himself.
Her raven black hair is pulled back in a French braid showing off her angelic face with her eyes hidden behind a pair of RayBan sunglasses to go along with her attractively well-proportioned, slim, trim, toned body built for sin encased in a form-fitting stark white seven piece Naughty Nurse Victoria's Secret (hot and sexy product placement, thank me later) Costume with stark white Jimmy Choo stilettos.
This Daisy Corsets Elite costume includes a burlesque corset featuring lace ruffle trim, embellished with bows, side hook & eye closure, and lace up back. Comes with matching stark white pettiskirt and thong; Nurse Hat; Stethoscope; Removable red patent stretch belt.
The clattering from her Jimmy Choo stilettos stirs Shadowlove from his deep relaxing slumber massage as is low dusky voice rings out fully, with all charm and charisma that one can muster, mister in a Scottish brogue:
SHADOWLOVE: Do you really expect me to weep over the semantics of the sports entertainment business when it comes to winning or losing the Television Championship?
"HER STRUT" by Bob Seger & The Silver Bullet Band starts to play on the Bose® (product placement) SoundTouch® (product placement) indoor surround sound system.
Ms.Miyamoto, exuding fantastic supermodel energy, as she walks with a stiff, erect, and apparently arrogant and conceited "Strut" around An INFINITY™ MASSAGE CHAIR (product placement). Her sweet as honey, harmoniously hypnotizing, smooth as silk, smoky voice radiating through her alluring lips:
MS. MIYAMOTO: Īe-shi Shadowlove-san wa, watashi wa anata ga oboreru koto o kitai shimasu!. . .
Shadowlove’s condescending laughter echoes throughout the “Enhanced” Interrogation room at the thought of drowning before facing Teddy Sol at the UCI PPV, Lazarus, this Sunday Night. Teddy Sol should be so lucky, unfortunately for him, Teddy Sol is shit outta luck.
Ms. Miyamoto snaps her fingers and the INFINITY™ MASSAGE CHAIR (product placement) automatically rises back up into its upright position.
With the faded white, half a size way too small, dripping wet, Teo Del Sol mask, still covering his fighter's face, Ms. Miyamoto raises the mask up over Shadowlove's lips and seductively kisses him. A malevolent, tight wolfish, whiplash smile, slowly appearing on his lips showing off perfectly white even teeth in a “James Bond Supervillain” shit-eating grin.
SHADOWLOVE: Teddy, Teddy, Teddy, who would've thought that when you sought to try to revolutionize the sports entertainment business by proving to the world through dedication and hard work when becoming a “hero” in the UCI, not only would this high-flying enigma governed of the people, for the people, by the people would become quite the disappointment in the hearts of the fans, but this high-flying enigma would also be quite the embarrassment to Lucha Libre by disgracing the time-honored tradition of masked luchadors?. . .
Ms. Miyamoto removes the faded white Teo Del Sol mask off Shadowlove's head showing off his classic masculine and modern mussed, razor-textured, choppy finished dark brown hair and his fighter's face with an ice cold stare which radiants from his blue eyes.
Ms. Miyamoto holds up the faded white Teo Del Sol mask for the viewing audience at home, especially Teddy Sol, to see.
MS. MIYAMOTO: Theodore “Del” Sol-san, some people are destined to hide behind a mask of a modern day demigod. There was once upon a time when you drew your power from the sun, now you are just trying to spread your might venturing into a total eclipse of your heart. Shadowlove-san represents that deep, dark place inside you that remained hidden for oh so long out of the light, concealed from not only your fans and the United Championship Infinite, but also concealed from yourself. Shadowlove-san makes you confront your deepest, darkest inner demons in your own appeal to face your own moment of doubt and pain. . .
Shadowlove takes the faded white Teo Del Sol mask from Ms. Miyamoto and makes a sock puppet out of it in his hand. He turns his wrist so that he comes eye to mask, if you will, with the faded white Teo Del Sol mask.
SHADOWLOVE: It is easy to see why you hid your face for so long Teddy. Gezzus. . . Gezzus! Regardless of your reasons to unmask, it is quite easy to see why you are oh so jealous of me. Why hide your face, Teddy, when you are as devilishly handsome as “The Handsome Half-breed”? Just look at what happens when I walk into The Warehouse, I immediately intimidate each and every one of you because I am so devilishly handsome. I don't come from some alien planet. I never drank any secret formula to have superhuman strength. Nor have I ever had any sort of radioactive mishap. I just simply had a great upbringing. My upbringing by my altruistic parents taught me to help those who can't help themselves. Unlike you Teddy, through my years of hard work and sheer determination on the catwalks of Paris and New York, I have built my reputation on the hopes and dreams of less fortunate people like yourself, Teddy, and that is indeed awe inspiring. Just like when Wentworth Updegraff Jr. defeated me last week, you, just like him, know that you can never be “The Handsome Half-breed”, but only inspire to be “The Handsome Half-breed”. Nevertheless, if that helps you feel that you can become something great, something of your own choosing without having to live off my family's brand name in the sports entertainment business then so be it. . .
Ms. Miyamoto starts to run her fingers through his classic masculine and modern mussed, razor-textured, choppy finished dark brown hair slicked back with carnal pleasure and passionate obsession.
MS. MIYAMOTO: Theodore “Del” Sol-san, you won't be the first, nor the last, to actually suffer from the excessively debilitating phobia of having a love/hate relationship “The Handsome Half-breed” Shadowlove-san. Even people that supposedly respect Shadowlove-san deep down, don't, because deep down they are unfamiliar and come from a different era in the sports entertainment business. Shadowlove-san just looks odd because even though he is quite the “Handsome Half-breed”, he is the personification of happy-go-lucky kid-friendly entertainer not weighed down by waging a meaningless war of self-righteous indignation. . .
Shadowlove looks at the faded white Teo Del Sol mask staring back at him with self-righteous indignation and crumbles up the faded white Teo Del Sol mask in his hands and throws it into the corner of the “Enhanced” Interrogation room.
SHADOWLOVE: Teddy, not everyone in the UCI has to be a clown, a court-jester, a high flying acrobat, or what have you, in order to appease the fans with ludicrous antics of a bumbling buffoon luchador. After all, the true characteristics of Lucha Libre doesn't derive from from dedication or heart when pushing yourself to do superhuman feats, Lucha Libre derives from the voracious homicidal urges of trying to fit into society when being nothing more than an impish sideshow carnival “Freakarella” thriving on the mischievous darkness of the sports entertainment business. . .
Ms. Miyamoto lowers her RayBan sunglasses down her perfectly flawless nose of her angelic looking face. Her incandescent green eyes scans back and forth inside the “Enhanced” Interrogation room like The Terminator then focuses straight ahead for the viewing audience at home.
MS. MIYAMOTO: Theodore “Del” Sol-san, the duality of who you are and who you are trying to be provides plenty of thought for anyone in this organization to mull over your mentally disturbed, unstable, unbalanced, maladjusted obsession when it comes to Shadowlove-san. You are just like everyone else that crossed paths with Shadowlove-san with your reflection and distortion of the facets that make up the personification of “The Handsome Half-breed” Shadowlove-san. Shadowlove-san is the only one besides myself that is qualified to venture into what lurks in mindset of one of the most polarizing, modern day charismatic and charming, egotistical, narcissistic, politically incorrect, felicitating, self-righteous, second-generation megalomaniac in sports entertainment history. Is he really a dishonest and unprincipled figure in the United Championship Infinite of simply just underrated and misunderstood by the heartless and soulless individuals in this organization like Theodore “Del” Sol-san just because of his “Handsome Half-breedness”?. . .
Shadowlove raises up from the INFINITY™ MASSAGE CHAIR (product placement) and runs his hands through his classic masculine and modern mussed, razor-textured, choppy finished dark brown hair, down his muscular chest and washboard abs and flicks his fingers in a “I don’t sweat you!” gesture towards Teddy Sol.
SHADOWLOVE: Teddy, ever since my arrival in the sports entertainment business, there has been a rapid reproduction of self-appointed comic book luchadors like yourself whose theatrics and preoccupations in and out of the ring have always tried to inspire little kids all over the world to wear the faded white sun mask of a goodie two shoes. But the “Legend Of Teo Del Sol” is just that. You took the faded white sun mask off for what? For what Teddy? Because you actually thought that Teddy Sol would be a worthy main attraction in the same vein recognition as “The Handsome Half-breed”? Your ill-fated pursuit to walk into my world was doomed ever since you showed the UCI your true ugly self. A luchador without his mask is a luchador without honor, without respect, simple as that. You’re better off shaving your butt and sticking your head in the sand like an ostrich when becoming a compulsive, obsessive, ruthless “Legend In Your Own Mind” when trying to decide what is right or what is wrong in this organization. . .
Ms. Miyamoto takes her proper place cradling against Shadowlove's body and starts caressing his muscular chest with her fingers.
MS. MIYAMOTO: Theodore “Del” Sol-san, who would've really thought that Shadowlove-san was the one that drove you to remove your mask? Who would've really thought when you removed your mask of sanity that people would cower at the very sight of your presence by tapping into your very worst childhood fears. There is nothing more traumatic than having your career emasculated right in front of the United Championship Infinite’s and your very eyes. Now, now, now, you can try to huff and puff your way out of this until you are blue in the face with plausible deniability but all you have to do is just look in the mirror and see that you are half the man that you used to be. Losing one's masculinity is one thing but losing your masculinity to “The Handsome Half-breed” Shadowlove-san is quite another wouldn't you say? But sooner or later everyone in this organization learns that when you delve into the mind of “The Handsome Half-breed” Shadowlove-san, you might not like what you see. . .
Shadowlove looks at the balled up faded white Teo Del Sol mask hiding and trapped in the corner of the “Enhanced” Interrogation room and gives it a “come get some” gesture with his hand. Still playing chicken little, eh Teddy Sol?
SHADOWLOVE: Teddy, Teddy, Teddy, you want justice, the UCI wants justice, but the true injustice in this organization is thinking that you can knock my damn head off. The entire UCI can feel the anticipation of your presence this Sunday Night at Lazarus. The once respected Teo Del Sol, now just the figment of your imagination, walking down the aisle and seeing your worst childhood fear standing live and in living colour in the middle of the squared-circle. The bell rings. The fans scream. A dead hero dies again. Just a day's pay at the UCI PPV Lazarus. And once all the smoke has cleared and their through chanting people's savior's name they will only come to realize that standing alone in his defeat is just a man, not some kind of hero, with tears in his eyes. . .
Ms. Miyamoto reaches inside Shadowlove's black leather trench-coat and removes a rolled up copy of The Wall St. Journal. She begins tapping the copy of the Wall St. Journal in the palm of her hand.
MS. MIYAMOTO: It is quite an unjust-world phenomenon that we live in Theodore “Del” Sol-san. You are quite naive to believe that the United Championship Infinite operates on the assumption of having a natural order of justice. You believe that truth, justice and the United Championship Infinite’s way will prevail in this organization when the system fails and this organization falls into anarchy, but there is someone that has the courage to stand behind his own convictions but not you. Theodore “Del” Sol-san’s brand of justice may be in blind, but Shadowlove-san can see in the dark. . .
"PERSONAL JESUS" by Depeche Mode starts to play on the Bose® (product placement) SoundTouch® (product placement) outdoor surround sound system.
Shadowlove, bows his head, raising his arms straight out to his sides, as if, being crucified on a cross. And on the third day, Jesus, wept.
SHADOWLOVE: Why should I be afraid of someone who dresses up like an ex-luchador anyways? Because Teddy used to once be a People's Champion? Because Teddy says that he will once again be the UCI’s Champion of the people? You are no hero Teddy. There is nothing truly magical about you. You are just some dude flying out of the sky in the hopes and dreams that you can stand up to one of this organization's most innovative byproducts of brains and brawn in order to appease his childhood fear. . .
In the blink of an eye, with catlike precision, Ms. Miyamoto picks up the balled up faded white Teo Del Sol mask between her fingertips and throws up the mask into the air.
With her “Way Of The Warrior” Bushidō training, Ms. Miyamoto removes an Ivory handled dragon-headed katana and flips the razor-sharp blade facing up. The faded white Teo Del Sol mask floats down and falls over the razor-sharp blade. The faded white Teo Del Sol mask splits in two and falls to the ground in two different piles.
MS. MIYAMOTO: Even the legendary Hector Habanero-san, one of the most recognizable ancestors of Lucha Libre, has turned his back on you Theodore “Del” Sol-san. He is the reason why you brought your theatrics to the United Championship Infinite in the first place. In his day, Héctor Habanero-san was hugely visible in his full Lucha Libre regalia. Héctor Habanero-san proudly redefined Lucha Libre. Héctor Habanero-san no matter how bizarre he looked in his colorful luchador costume never, ever, showed disrespect to the time honored tradition of Lucha Libre in order to sell out for fame and fortune. Héctor Habanero-san was such a star in Lucha Libre, the caricature he invented became closely associated with him and only him. . .
Shadowlove raises his head showing off his fighter's face and a malevolent, tight wolfish, whiplash smile, slowly appearing on his lips showing off perfectly white even teeth in a “Rey Mysterio, Mil Mascaras, Jushin Thunder Liger, Héctor Habanero, Lucha Underground” shit-eating grin.
SHADOWLOVE: And in one fell swoop Teddy, poof, you chose to throw Héctor’s memory in Lucha Libre, Héctor’s mentoring in Lucha Libre, and Héctor’s traditional values of Lucha Libre out like a bag of trash ready to be taken to the dump. Shame on you sir, shame on you! You might want to shit on the traditions of the sports entertainment business but I never will. In order for you to defeat me at the UCI PPV Lazarus, this Sunday Night, in The Warehouse, you will have to do the one thing that you have been trying to avoid. You can never escape your past, my friend, you will have to give the fans what they truly want. . . You will have to bring back the true impish sideshow carnival “Freakarella” that you really are, that you really have always been. . . BRING BACK TEO DEL SOL!
Ms. Miyamoto raises her RayBan sunglasses up her perfectly flawless nose on her angelic looking face with her middle finger.
THIS IS THE END, MY ONLY FRIEND. . . THE END!
