Post by SHADOWLOVE on Jul 23, 2016 2:11:57 GMT -6
Below the sweeping, steep terrain of a panoramic bird's-eye view on the southern side of Mount Lee in Griffith Park, north of the Mulholland Highway, and to the south of the Forest Lawn Memorial Park (Hollywood Hills) cemetery stands the new and improved version of the HOLLYWOOD sign. The Hollywood sign was protected by an LAPD security system featuring infrared motion detection, closed-circuit cameras, and other gizmos and gadgets above my pay grade. Any movement or heat signatures in the marked restricted areas triggers an alarm that notifies 5-0 throughout the sprawling City Of Angels, Los Angeles, California.
A sophisticated carbon fibre and premium Ducati Diavel 1198cc Testastretta 11° Dual Spark V-twin high performance motorcycle, with Marchesini wheels and and slick Zircotec-coated dual exhaust pipes, sits parked under the new and improved version of the HOLLYWOOD sign.
A gracefully sensuous petite, yet dignified, silhouette, spoke of a female,wearing a Vantablack carbon AGV Pista GP Helmet with her attractively well-proportioned, slim, trim, toned body built for sin encased in a form-fitting Dainese Mike lady Vantablack leather jacket, a form-fitting Dainese Alien Vantablack leather pants, and Vantablack SIDI Adventure Gore-Tex boots, swings and pirouettes her leg, with catlike precision, over the gas tank and Rizoma handlebars of the Ducati Diavel.
The gracefully sensuous petite, yet dignified, silhouette slowly removes the Vantablack carbon AGV Pista GP Helmet with Vantablack fingerless gloves revealing the Infamous Superstar's personal bodyguard/valet and “Fashionista Sensei”, Ms. Miyamoto, the simply ravishing femme fatale temptress, with her raven black hair pulled back in a French braid showing off her angelic face with her eyes hidden behind a pair of RayBan sunglasses. Her sweet as honey, harmoniously hypnotizing, smooth as silk, smoky voice radiating through her alluring lips:
MS. MIYAMOTO: It is very easy to see the reason why The Syndicate is struggling to get a grasp of the burning flame that resides in this organization. They claim to be too intense for the younger viewing audience at home when trying to run roughshod over this organization. That does sounds good on paper, but The Syndicate lacks the overall cohesiveness needed as a stable in order to draw any kind of real heat in the United Championship Infinite. The esteemed fearless leader of The Syndicate, David Sanchez-san, himself is filled with deep-seated resentment towards Shadowlove-san because even with he, himself, and Jessica Buck holding the Rising Stars Championship and the Television Championship, respectively, and along with an enforcer like the Ex-Rising Stars Champion, Erin Fausse, in their midst, The Syndicate just doesn't seem to have that “je ne se quois”, if you will, to make them stand out above anybody else in this organization. The Syndicate can vehemently protest, deny and stage all the “sit-ins” that they want to when claiming how badass, pardon my French, that they think they are, but the fact of the matter is, when you combine every single member of The Syndicate, not a single one of them draws the same kind of heat that even comes close to matching that of “The Handsome Half-breed” Shadowlove-san. . .
She lowers her RayBan sunglasses down her perfectly flawless nose on her angelic looking face showing off her incandescent green eyes focuses on the viewing audience at home like a cool summer breeze passing through your entire body after sunset.
MS. MIYAMOTO: Real heat in the sports entertainment business doesn't come from how many Championships that you’ve won or how many Championships that you have around your waist, or even how many wins and losses you have, real heat comes from being a great wrestler like “The Handsome Half-breed” Shadowlove-san, who exudes a powerful presence of self-confidence needed, win or lose, title or no title, in order succeed against all odds in this highly materialistic, exceedingly exploitative, image-conscious, profit-driven organization like the United Championship Infinite! Shadowlove-san has the ability to effectively navigate and negotiate through the complexities of bullshit, pardon my French, within this organization without having to break one ounce a sweat! His laissez-faire, laid-back, attitude has made him the hero in the white hat to some and the villain in black to others. Either way, his vision allows him to set his sights on the things that is truly worthy of his attention. His actions and reaction are done without remorse when it comes to The Syndicate, or any other weak-assed, pardon my French, individuals, who try to waste his time, my time, United Championship Infinite time, as well as their own time, when trying to manipulate any sort of psychoanalytical influence over the irrelevance of the relevance that define the nuances of “The Handsome Half-breed” Shadowlove-san‘s career. . .
Possessing superior strength, and durability, your modern day charismatic and charming egotistical, narcissistic, politically incorrect, felicitating, self-righteous, second-generation megalomaniac, "The Handsome Half-breed" Shadowlove, creating bursts of cyclonic proportions, tornado spins, going left to right on your screen. His black leather trench-coat billows around him while holding a dented steel chair with the indentation of the “Hot As Fuck” Jessica Buck’s above average looking face.
His classic masculine and modern mussed, razor-textured, choppy finished dark brown hair remains unphased. He’s showing off his fighter's face with an ice cold stare which radiants from his blue eyes spinning around in his head. 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.
He drops to one knee in a Tim Tebow-esque style pose letting his equilibrium catch up to him. He slaps the side of his head and focuses his eyes on the dented steel chair and starts having a conversation with the indentation of the “Hot As Fuck” Jessica Buck’s above average looking face. With his head bowed, his low and dusky voice, oozing all the charm and charisma, that one can muster, mister:
SHADOWLOVE: Jessica, my sweet and innocent dollar bill, Jessica, just look at what you made me do to do? Who really outsmarted who? You might have outsmarted me to retain the Television Championship but look who had the last laugh in the very end? Now before you, Syxx Gibbler, May-yor Sancho, and, and the rest of that band of unimportance in The Syndicate, get yourselves more bent out of shape with some veiled weak-assed attempt to change your image by trying to impress the viewing audience at home, The Syndicate is either so naïve or are just playing the part of the easily deceived petulant, little, braggadocious child in their terrible twos, like Kyle Cameron, to think that Jessica, my sweet and innocent dollar bill, Jessica, was actually going to walk out of Overload in the Value City Arena, unscathed and on her very own. . .
Shadowlove, head bowed and still on one knee in the Tim Tebow-esque style pose, holds the dented steel chair over his head so that the indentation of the “Hot As Fuck” Jessica Buck’s above average looking face can look up at the new and improved version of the HOLLYWOOD sign.
SHADOWLOVE: Take a good long look at the new version of that HOLLYWOOD sign, Jessica, my sweet and innocent dollar bill, Jessica, I’m just as good but even better than the old version of that HOLLYWOOD sign. Did you really think that our match was a tryout for American Ninja Warrior? Now before you have the temptation to express your love, so to speak, for me, you should be very thankful that I gave you my blessing to remain as the Television Champion, well, for the time being anyways, by bestowing upon you The Dark Gift. The Dark Gift does indeed truly work in very mysterious ways Jessica, my sweet and innocent dollar bill, Jessica. When you were in the clutches of The Dark Gift did you experience the euphoria of success that fueled my simpleminded pleasures of self-indulgence? Jessica, my sweet and innocent dollar bill, Jessica, you craved and desired so much being part of the Hollywood lifestyle that The Dark Gift fueled with strong feelings of annoyance, displeasure, and hostility, and full of anger showed you the dark, seedy side of Hollywood. . .
Shadowlove holds out his arms, wide open, waiting for a warm, cold-hearted embrace from the dented steel chair with the indentation of the “Hot As Fuck” Jessica Buck’s above average looking face.
SHADOWLOVE: The Dark Gift simply just wanted to welcome you to my neighborhood and bring out the “welcome” mat by making you to feel right at home, Jessica, my sweet and innocent dollar bill, Jessica. The Dark Gift simply overshadowed your better than average face and turned Jessica, my sweet and innocent dollar bill, Jessica, into quite the insignificant Greek tragedy and making the Television Champion and the Television Championship much more desirable to the viewing audience at home. Kyle Cameron, so you and your “INFERIOR” World Championship has come my way out of desperation in the hopes and dreams to become almost famous by becoming a Main Attraction here in the UCI. My oh my, Kyle! The Dark Gift has an intense feeling of deep affection for you too, my friend!. . .
Shadowlove plays the dented steel chair like a Stradivarius as a dedication to the Television Champion. He unfolds the chair and plops his Fashion Model fine looking ass on the indentation of the “Hot As Fuck” Jessica Buck’s above average looking face. Wow, the “Hot As Fuck” Jessica Buck sure does have her mouth full, now doesn't she? Breath, baby, breath!
Ms. Miyamoto starts twirling her fingers through Shadowlove's classically masculine and modern mussed, razor-textured, choppy finished dark brown hair through with carnal fascination and malignant pleasure.
MS. MIYAMOTO: Mark my words, Shadowlove-san’s most hardened detractors will no doubt come out fighting, tooth and nail, in order to plausibly deny the merits of facts that he has just laid out before you. That ability for people like Howard Black-san, David Sanchez-san, Kyle Cameron-san, among others, is the crux to their very own existence in this organization. Deep down, these most hardened detractors of Shadowlove-san will hypocritically condemn and damn his actions all to hell, pardon my French, onscreen. But offscreen, behind the scenes, these same most hardened detractors of Shadowlove-san will stand with full-hearted enthusiasm and with full-hearted commitment and welcome his morally wrong and completely offensive behavior with open arms. . .
Ms. Miyamoto seductively glides her fingers gently over Shadowlove's chiseled cheek and lifts his chin up with her fingertips. She leans over and gives Shadowlove a long passionate kiss. Shadowlove starts rising up as if being hypnotized by the kiss and guided by Ms. Miyamoto's fingers in a sign that it's time to get back to real business.
SHADOWLOVE: HIT MY MUSIC!. . .
“PERSONAL JESUS” by Depeche Mode starts to play on the Bose® (product placement) SoundTouch® (product placement) indoor/outdoor surround sound system.
The Handsome Half-breed" Shadowlove, bows his head, raising his arms straight out to his side, as if, being crucified on a cross. And on the third day, Jesus, wept!
Ms. Miyamoto takes her proper place, cradling against Shadowlove's body, and starts caressing his muscular chest with her fingers.
MS. MIYAMOTO: In one way or the other, there has always been people like Jessica Buck and Kyle Cameron-san in the sports entertainment business who think that they photograph well under the bright lights of the United Championship Infinite when standing face-to-face with “The Handsome Half-breed” Shadowlove-san in the middle of the squared-circle. Kyle Cameron-san, once you enter the squared-circle this Sunday Night against Shadowlove-san showing off your youthful exuberance because you think that you’re channeling your inner TAZ, you just have to remember one thing? Once the bell tolls, all that bad-ass, no-nonsense, juvenile delinquent attitude that you are trying to project will mean just as much as that cheap knockoff of an “ACTUAL” World Championship. . .
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 “ This fictitious piece of work of an “INFERIOR” World Champion is totally fucked! Wait, should I buy him dinner first?” shit-eating grin.
SHADOWLOVE: Kyle, save all your anti-social juvenile delinquent behavior inside the squared-circle for someone who cares. Do I look like a freakin’ Guardian to you? Being “The Handsome Half-breed”, and trying to be like “The Handsome Half-breed” are two very separate things. You can ask Jessica all about that when she wakes up. I’m not your social worker paying you a visit here in the UCI and making sure that everything is safe and sound, I’m the one that guys like Howie Black and David Sanchez that tries to snitch on you to the proper authorities for creating quite a hostile environment for them, and everyone like them, here in the UCI. SNITCHES GET STITCHES, BITCHES! Believe it or not, Kyle, I was just like you once upon a time in my life. Hard to believe, isn't it? Then again, I was only 5 years old at the time. Not many people, including yourself, have the charm and charisma that radiates the true emotional passion and desires to be a “brand-name” in the sports entertainment business that everyone is known to “Love” from the “Shadows” here in the UCI. . .
“BAD BOYS” by Inner Circle starts to play on the Bose® (product placement) SoundTouch® (product placement) indoor/outdoor surround sound system.
Out of the blue, several LAPD Black & White Police cars show up on the scene with sirens blaring and red and blue lights blazing. Several officers exit their vehicles with their Glock, Model G22, 15-round .40 caliber pistols and Remington, Model 870, shotguns, with 5 round magazine, drawn on the two prime-time suspects. Well, mostly on the UCI’s #1 Most Wanted, Dead Or Alive, “The Handsome Half-breed” Shadowlove.
Officer Howie Sancho & Officer Davy Black: FREEZE MUTHAFUCKA!. . .
Shadowlove squints his ice-cold blue eyes and gazes towards Officer Sancho and Officer Black knowing that these two “coppers” are the most annoying members of the Police, Police.
Officer Howie Sancho & Officer Davy Black: WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?. . .
Shadowlove rolls his ice-cold blue eyes in mock amazement knowing that these two Keystone cops already know that answer.
Officer Howie Sancho & Officer Davy Black: WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING HERE?. . .
The cloud cover overhead engulfed the brightness of the sun, casting shadows, go figure, over the scene surrounding the new version of HOLLYWOOD sign. The red and blue lights from the Police cars act and the laser sightings from the Glock G22’s illuminate the scene along with the L.A. haze acting as theatrical smoke and smog sets the scene like a Four Season Fashion Show. The LAPD throughout the scene stand down, more relaxed, in anticipation, for what is “The one and only" wrestling trend in the UCI.
Officer Howie Sancho & Officer Davy Black: WHERE IN THE GODDAMN DO YOU THINK YOU’RE GOING WITH THIS SHIT?. . .
Coming through the theatrical smoke and smog and appearing under blazing red and blue lights, is the one and only, "The Dynamic Duo" in all of sports entertainment, "The Handsome Half-breed" Shadowlove, along with his personal bodyguard/valet, Ms. Miyamoto, stopping for a second, taking in the aura of the scene surrounding the new version of the HOLLYWOOD sign, and pose like fashion models on a catwalk.
Officer Howie Sancho & Officer Davy Black: WHEN WILL THESE SUMBITCHES EVER LEARN THEIR GODDAMN MUTHAFUCKIN’ LESSON NOT TO CRITICISE A COUPLE OF HONEST TO GOD REAL LIFE CELEBRITIES THAT JUST DOESN'T GIVE A FUCK?. . .
Shadowlove shrugs his shoulders in a “Who the fuck really knows? Knowing these two Keystone “coppers”, probably never. These fucking “trolls” live forever.” style gesture.
Officer Howie Sancho & Officer Davy Black: HOW IS YOUR FINE LOOKING FASHION MODEL/WRESTLER ASS GOING TO BRIBE YOUR WAY OUT OF THIS MESS?. . .
“HER STRUT" by Bob Seger & The Silver Bullet Band starts to play on the Bose® (product placement) SoundTouch® (product placement) indoor/outdoor surround sound system.
Ms. Miyamoto exuding fantastic supermodel energy, as she walks with a stiff, erect, and apparently arrogant and conceited "Strut" around Officer Black and Officer Sancho. She stands in-between the two Keystone “coppers”. All three pose like Charlie’s Angels as the LAPD Air Support Division helicopter, “Blue Thunder”, hovers overhead to takes a “Selfie”. Officer Howie Sancho & Officer Davy Black appear somewhat hypnotized.
Officer Howie Sancho & Officer Davy Black: THESE AREN’T THE DROIDS WE'RE LOOKING FOR!. . .
Ms. Miyamoto retakes her proper place cradling against Shadowlove's body and caresses his muscular chest with her fingers. Officer Howie Sancho & Officer Davy Black appear somewhat hypnotized. They appear somewhat thrown off by Shadowlove’s “Handsomeness” and Ms. Miyamoto's “Seductiveness.”
Officer Davy Black: Look Sanch, Hollywood’s favorite son has returned home to do that thing he do best!. . .
Officer Howie Sanchez: That’s right, Davy Boy, Hollywood’s favorite son’s has come back to save the day. . .
Officer Davy Black: Sorry for the inconvenience, folks, but we did received a “Hot As Fuck” tip that there was couple of very salty and shady looking dudes trying to catch a break in Hollywood and looking to become “Seductively Handsome” in our fair City Of Angels. . .
Officer Howie Sanchez: Si señor, this first “perp” is some “plain” Jane, 5’4”, 115 pounds, kinda reminds you of Aaron Rodgers’ girlfriend on a bad day. Supposedly passing herself off as some sort of “Hot As Fuck” Television Champion?. . .
Officer Davy Black: And the second “perp” is some sort of juvenile delinquent headcase. 6’ even, 210 pounds, kind of reminds you of that reality star. You know the one I'm talking about Sanch?. . .
Officer Howie Sancho: Caitlyn Jenner?. . .
Officer Davy Black: No, no, no, not that one. This guy’s no Olympian, this guy’s supposed to be an honest to God, “ACTUAL” World Champion of some sorts?. . .
Officer Howie Sancho: Davy Boy, do I fucking look like FPV?. . .
As Officer Davy Black is about to respond, a static sounding transmission comes over the Police radio:
“ATTENTION ALL UNITS! ATTENTION ALL UNITS! AMBER ALERT: We have a “Lost” Boy last seen soliciting an unknown “esteemed” assailant offering “dog and pony rides” to kids. Both were last seen on Twitter kissing each others ass while cruising around in a beat up white van with Cindy-Cut written on the side with the first three partials M-A-Y on a personal license plate from Chicago. Proceed with caution, both may be armed and dangerous only to themselves and are very, very hazardous to the welfare and well-being of the “smart” challenged.”
Officer Howie Sancho and Officer Davy Black look at each other. SOUNDS FAMILIAR?!
“SABOTAGE” by The Beastie Boys starts to play on the Bose® (product placement) SoundTouch® (product placement) indoor/outdoor surround sound system.
The LAPD Black & White Police cars leave the scene like a bat out of hell with sirens blaring and red and blue lights blazing in high speed pursuit of the perpetrators.
Suddenly, in KRAMER style move; twirling twice and performing a 7.3 on the Richter scale triple take as if coming through a door, Shadowlove spots the dented steel chair with the indentation of the “Hot As Fuck” Jessica Buck’s above average looking face out of the corner of his eye and attempts a citizen's arrest.
Shadowlove grabs a handful of his classic masculine and modern mussed, razor-textured, choppy finished dark brown hair and performs a RUNNING, DIVING, RAMMING HEADBUTT onto the already dented steel chair and incapacitating the indentation of the “Hot As Fuck” Jessica Buck’s above average looking face. BOOK ‘EM, DANO!
MS. MIYAMOTO: When Kyle Cameron-san called the ACME company like he was Wile E. Coyote, Super Genius, with a master plan of becoming a World Champion, who would have thought that he would represent the most nauseating attack on the traditional values of what it means to be a World Champion? He represents the lowest, of the low, scum of mainstream society by trying to pass himself off as the current World Champion like Crow McMorris-san. So much so, that he is giving Howard Black-san a run for his money. Just look at this juvenile delinquent wearing this, this cheap imitation of an “INFERIOR” World Championship as blood on the badge of dishonor and disrespect to every past, present and future World Champions that ever to grace the pages of not only The United Championship Infinite, but, the entire sports entertainment business. . .
Shadowlove sets up the dented steel chair with the indentation of the “Hot As Fuck” Jessica Buck’s above average looking face. He takes a few steps back and shuffles to the right. He looks up at the H on the HOLLYWOOD sign then back at the dented steel chair with the indentation of the “Hot As Fuck” Jessica Buck’s above average looking face. He checks on the wind direction and takes aim like Argentine professional footballer and superstar "Leo" Messi taking a penalty kick.
SHADOWLOVE: Kyle, your new found courage and confidence isn't lost on me, my friend, just take a look at that “Hot As Fuck” Jessica, my sweet and innocent dollar bill, Jessica, she thought she was the hottest shit going today, and in one fell swoop, with one Dark Gift, I bumped her down to where that piece of shit belongs, circling the bowl, down she goes, Roll Buck Roll! Kyle, I'm not your stereotypical Fashion Model/Wrestler, I don't have to scrounge around and scatter like cockroaches when the light’s turned on, like all the other self-proclaimed big named “talent” acting like a paparazzi working for a tabloid, when trying to dig up “dirt” on an opponent. You were there in your matches, so why would I be dumb enough to even care what happened in them?. . .
Shadowlove takes a soccer style penalty kick like Argentine professional footballer and superstar "Leo" Messi sending the dented steel chair with the indentation of the “Hot As Fuck” Jessica Buck’s above average looking face flying up towards the HOLLYWOOD sign.
MS. MIYAMOTO: Kyle Cameron-san, it’s surprisingly hysterical watching your opponents and Shadowlove-san’s opponents trying to break down the nuances of your life and times in your wrestling career like this was a lost episode of CSI: United Championship Infinite! Shadowlove-san, isn't really interested in the wrongdoings or just causes of why a boy is trying to become a man in this organization and how to prevent you from committing more crimes against society with your grassroots juvenile delinquent campaign for Idiocracy. You might have to ask yourself, “Why does the United Championship Infinite turn to a “Private” Contractor like Shadowlove-san to dispense law and order in this organization when you have The Guardians?”. . .
Shadowlove looks up at the dented steel chair with the indentation of the “Hot As Fuck” Jessica Buck’s above average looking face flying up towards the HOLLYWOOD sign. The dented steel chair seems to be angling towards the big O in HOLLY. Shadowlove tries to guide the dented steel chair more towards the H in HOLLY with his body language.
SHADOWLOVE: The Guardians love playing by the circumstances, conditions, degrees, and manners in which the use of force, or actions might be construed and supressed within the space-time continuum. I create a “Vortex Of Violence” within that space-time continuum where Law & Order Space Cowboy Justice can be blind but The Fashionista Sensei’s Devoted Followers Of Fashion can see in the dark! GGGGOOOOAAAALLLL!. . .
Shadowlove wildly jumps up and down and runs around in circles because he “bent” the dented steel chair with the indentation of the “Hot As Fuck” Jessica Buck’s above average looking face like Beckham and scored the goal through the big H. Jessie sure does knows how to take a bump, alright, Sancho!
MS. MIYAMOTO: Kyle Cameron-san, you are at the age where the penitentiary system can no longer protect you from getting the second chance that you need to change your juvenile delinquent way of Idiocracy, and thusly, you find yourself labeled not only as a crime against the humanity but also found guilty of being an “INFERIOR” World Champion!. . .
Shadowlove climbs aboard the sophisticatedly carbon fibre and premium Ducati Diavel 1198cc Testastretta 11° Dual Spark V-twin high performance motorcycle, with Marchesini wheels and and slick Zircotec-coated dual exhaust pipes.
He lays back on the Vantablack dual leather seat relaxing, with his hands interlocked in classic masculine and modern mussed, razor-textured, choppy finished dark brown hair behind his head with his Alligator skinned boots are perched up on the Rizoma Handlebars and crossed at the ankles in front of him.
SHADOWLOVE: I’m “The Handsome Half-breed” Shadowlove, welcome to my world Kyle Cameron! You would’ve been better off getting that last Space Shuttle out with Alex Richards last week rather than being the squared-circle with me this week. You could always give a quick shout out to The Guardians maybe, just maybe, they would introduce you to a far more better way of life. You see, The Guardians work together to form an “Intergalactic Space-Time Continuum Treaty”, if you will, in order to help decide what is in the best interests of juvenile delinquents like yourself. And wherever possible, The Guardians would help you to live your life out in peace and tranquility instead of having your life being thrown to the wolves. . .
The immense and incredibly powerful distinct sound from a Ducati 1198cc Testastretta 11° Dual Spark V-twin world-beating engine can be heard coming to life, echoing throughout the City Of Angels, Los Angeles, California.
MS. MIYAMOTO: Hence, your dilemma on Overload this Sunday Night, Kyle Cameron-san. What emerges in this match isn't over wins or losses, World Championships or “INFERIOR” World Championships, this match is a battle over your very own survival and nothing more. Every young-adult like yourself will eventually suffer growing pains in your life along the road to manhood. But we will give you credit, where credit is due. At least you are boy enough to step into the squared-circle with Shadowlove-san, whereas, people like Howard Black-san and David Sanchez try to talk a good game but fail to back up their talk with action. But before you follow their Universal Stupidity Playbook like everyone else that Shadowlove-san has faced in this organization, let me save you some time, Shadowlove-san’s background check and psyche evaluation shows that he is prone to having a very ruthless and aggressive sense of style especially when it comes to people like yourself, Howard Black-san, David Sanchez-san, and everyone else that loves to underestimate him inside and outside of the squared-circle. These will always be people who are extremely jealous and very insecure towards the fame and fortune of Hollywood’s favorite son, “The Handsome Half-breed” Shadowlove-san!
Ms, Miyamoto swings and pirouettes her leg, with catlike precision, over the Ducati Diavel 240/45 ZR17 Pirelli Diablo Rosso II with Marchesini forged and machined, 8.00 x 17, 10-spokes tire and straddles the Vantablack dual leather seat behind Shadowlove.
Ms. Miyamoto wraps her arms and legs around Shadowlove’s waist like a Black Widow Spider. She 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!
A sophisticated carbon fibre and premium Ducati Diavel 1198cc Testastretta 11° Dual Spark V-twin high performance motorcycle, with Marchesini wheels and and slick Zircotec-coated dual exhaust pipes, sits parked under the new and improved version of the HOLLYWOOD sign.
A gracefully sensuous petite, yet dignified, silhouette, spoke of a female,wearing a Vantablack carbon AGV Pista GP Helmet with her attractively well-proportioned, slim, trim, toned body built for sin encased in a form-fitting Dainese Mike lady Vantablack leather jacket, a form-fitting Dainese Alien Vantablack leather pants, and Vantablack SIDI Adventure Gore-Tex boots, swings and pirouettes her leg, with catlike precision, over the gas tank and Rizoma handlebars of the Ducati Diavel.
The gracefully sensuous petite, yet dignified, silhouette slowly removes the Vantablack carbon AGV Pista GP Helmet with Vantablack fingerless gloves revealing the Infamous Superstar's personal bodyguard/valet and “Fashionista Sensei”, Ms. Miyamoto, the simply ravishing femme fatale temptress, with her raven black hair pulled back in a French braid showing off her angelic face with her eyes hidden behind a pair of RayBan sunglasses. Her sweet as honey, harmoniously hypnotizing, smooth as silk, smoky voice radiating through her alluring lips:
MS. MIYAMOTO: It is very easy to see the reason why The Syndicate is struggling to get a grasp of the burning flame that resides in this organization. They claim to be too intense for the younger viewing audience at home when trying to run roughshod over this organization. That does sounds good on paper, but The Syndicate lacks the overall cohesiveness needed as a stable in order to draw any kind of real heat in the United Championship Infinite. The esteemed fearless leader of The Syndicate, David Sanchez-san, himself is filled with deep-seated resentment towards Shadowlove-san because even with he, himself, and Jessica Buck holding the Rising Stars Championship and the Television Championship, respectively, and along with an enforcer like the Ex-Rising Stars Champion, Erin Fausse, in their midst, The Syndicate just doesn't seem to have that “je ne se quois”, if you will, to make them stand out above anybody else in this organization. The Syndicate can vehemently protest, deny and stage all the “sit-ins” that they want to when claiming how badass, pardon my French, that they think they are, but the fact of the matter is, when you combine every single member of The Syndicate, not a single one of them draws the same kind of heat that even comes close to matching that of “The Handsome Half-breed” Shadowlove-san. . .
She lowers her RayBan sunglasses down her perfectly flawless nose on her angelic looking face showing off her incandescent green eyes focuses on the viewing audience at home like a cool summer breeze passing through your entire body after sunset.
MS. MIYAMOTO: Real heat in the sports entertainment business doesn't come from how many Championships that you’ve won or how many Championships that you have around your waist, or even how many wins and losses you have, real heat comes from being a great wrestler like “The Handsome Half-breed” Shadowlove-san, who exudes a powerful presence of self-confidence needed, win or lose, title or no title, in order succeed against all odds in this highly materialistic, exceedingly exploitative, image-conscious, profit-driven organization like the United Championship Infinite! Shadowlove-san has the ability to effectively navigate and negotiate through the complexities of bullshit, pardon my French, within this organization without having to break one ounce a sweat! His laissez-faire, laid-back, attitude has made him the hero in the white hat to some and the villain in black to others. Either way, his vision allows him to set his sights on the things that is truly worthy of his attention. His actions and reaction are done without remorse when it comes to The Syndicate, or any other weak-assed, pardon my French, individuals, who try to waste his time, my time, United Championship Infinite time, as well as their own time, when trying to manipulate any sort of psychoanalytical influence over the irrelevance of the relevance that define the nuances of “The Handsome Half-breed” Shadowlove-san‘s career. . .
Possessing superior strength, and durability, your modern day charismatic and charming egotistical, narcissistic, politically incorrect, felicitating, self-righteous, second-generation megalomaniac, "The Handsome Half-breed" Shadowlove, creating bursts of cyclonic proportions, tornado spins, going left to right on your screen. His black leather trench-coat billows around him while holding a dented steel chair with the indentation of the “Hot As Fuck” Jessica Buck’s above average looking face.
His classic masculine and modern mussed, razor-textured, choppy finished dark brown hair remains unphased. He’s showing off his fighter's face with an ice cold stare which radiants from his blue eyes spinning around in his head. 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.
He drops to one knee in a Tim Tebow-esque style pose letting his equilibrium catch up to him. He slaps the side of his head and focuses his eyes on the dented steel chair and starts having a conversation with the indentation of the “Hot As Fuck” Jessica Buck’s above average looking face. With his head bowed, his low and dusky voice, oozing all the charm and charisma, that one can muster, mister:
SHADOWLOVE: Jessica, my sweet and innocent dollar bill, Jessica, just look at what you made me do to do? Who really outsmarted who? You might have outsmarted me to retain the Television Championship but look who had the last laugh in the very end? Now before you, Syxx Gibbler, May-yor Sancho, and, and the rest of that band of unimportance in The Syndicate, get yourselves more bent out of shape with some veiled weak-assed attempt to change your image by trying to impress the viewing audience at home, The Syndicate is either so naïve or are just playing the part of the easily deceived petulant, little, braggadocious child in their terrible twos, like Kyle Cameron, to think that Jessica, my sweet and innocent dollar bill, Jessica, was actually going to walk out of Overload in the Value City Arena, unscathed and on her very own. . .
Shadowlove, head bowed and still on one knee in the Tim Tebow-esque style pose, holds the dented steel chair over his head so that the indentation of the “Hot As Fuck” Jessica Buck’s above average looking face can look up at the new and improved version of the HOLLYWOOD sign.
SHADOWLOVE: Take a good long look at the new version of that HOLLYWOOD sign, Jessica, my sweet and innocent dollar bill, Jessica, I’m just as good but even better than the old version of that HOLLYWOOD sign. Did you really think that our match was a tryout for American Ninja Warrior? Now before you have the temptation to express your love, so to speak, for me, you should be very thankful that I gave you my blessing to remain as the Television Champion, well, for the time being anyways, by bestowing upon you The Dark Gift. The Dark Gift does indeed truly work in very mysterious ways Jessica, my sweet and innocent dollar bill, Jessica. When you were in the clutches of The Dark Gift did you experience the euphoria of success that fueled my simpleminded pleasures of self-indulgence? Jessica, my sweet and innocent dollar bill, Jessica, you craved and desired so much being part of the Hollywood lifestyle that The Dark Gift fueled with strong feelings of annoyance, displeasure, and hostility, and full of anger showed you the dark, seedy side of Hollywood. . .
Shadowlove holds out his arms, wide open, waiting for a warm, cold-hearted embrace from the dented steel chair with the indentation of the “Hot As Fuck” Jessica Buck’s above average looking face.
SHADOWLOVE: The Dark Gift simply just wanted to welcome you to my neighborhood and bring out the “welcome” mat by making you to feel right at home, Jessica, my sweet and innocent dollar bill, Jessica. The Dark Gift simply overshadowed your better than average face and turned Jessica, my sweet and innocent dollar bill, Jessica, into quite the insignificant Greek tragedy and making the Television Champion and the Television Championship much more desirable to the viewing audience at home. Kyle Cameron, so you and your “INFERIOR” World Championship has come my way out of desperation in the hopes and dreams to become almost famous by becoming a Main Attraction here in the UCI. My oh my, Kyle! The Dark Gift has an intense feeling of deep affection for you too, my friend!. . .
Shadowlove plays the dented steel chair like a Stradivarius as a dedication to the Television Champion. He unfolds the chair and plops his Fashion Model fine looking ass on the indentation of the “Hot As Fuck” Jessica Buck’s above average looking face. Wow, the “Hot As Fuck” Jessica Buck sure does have her mouth full, now doesn't she? Breath, baby, breath!
Ms. Miyamoto starts twirling her fingers through Shadowlove's classically masculine and modern mussed, razor-textured, choppy finished dark brown hair through with carnal fascination and malignant pleasure.
MS. MIYAMOTO: Mark my words, Shadowlove-san’s most hardened detractors will no doubt come out fighting, tooth and nail, in order to plausibly deny the merits of facts that he has just laid out before you. That ability for people like Howard Black-san, David Sanchez-san, Kyle Cameron-san, among others, is the crux to their very own existence in this organization. Deep down, these most hardened detractors of Shadowlove-san will hypocritically condemn and damn his actions all to hell, pardon my French, onscreen. But offscreen, behind the scenes, these same most hardened detractors of Shadowlove-san will stand with full-hearted enthusiasm and with full-hearted commitment and welcome his morally wrong and completely offensive behavior with open arms. . .
Ms. Miyamoto seductively glides her fingers gently over Shadowlove's chiseled cheek and lifts his chin up with her fingertips. She leans over and gives Shadowlove a long passionate kiss. Shadowlove starts rising up as if being hypnotized by the kiss and guided by Ms. Miyamoto's fingers in a sign that it's time to get back to real business.
SHADOWLOVE: HIT MY MUSIC!. . .
“PERSONAL JESUS” by Depeche Mode starts to play on the Bose® (product placement) SoundTouch® (product placement) indoor/outdoor surround sound system.
The Handsome Half-breed" Shadowlove, bows his head, raising his arms straight out to his side, as if, being crucified on a cross. And on the third day, Jesus, wept!
Ms. Miyamoto takes her proper place, cradling against Shadowlove's body, and starts caressing his muscular chest with her fingers.
MS. MIYAMOTO: In one way or the other, there has always been people like Jessica Buck and Kyle Cameron-san in the sports entertainment business who think that they photograph well under the bright lights of the United Championship Infinite when standing face-to-face with “The Handsome Half-breed” Shadowlove-san in the middle of the squared-circle. Kyle Cameron-san, once you enter the squared-circle this Sunday Night against Shadowlove-san showing off your youthful exuberance because you think that you’re channeling your inner TAZ, you just have to remember one thing? Once the bell tolls, all that bad-ass, no-nonsense, juvenile delinquent attitude that you are trying to project will mean just as much as that cheap knockoff of an “ACTUAL” World Championship. . .
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 “ This fictitious piece of work of an “INFERIOR” World Champion is totally fucked! Wait, should I buy him dinner first?” shit-eating grin.
SHADOWLOVE: Kyle, save all your anti-social juvenile delinquent behavior inside the squared-circle for someone who cares. Do I look like a freakin’ Guardian to you? Being “The Handsome Half-breed”, and trying to be like “The Handsome Half-breed” are two very separate things. You can ask Jessica all about that when she wakes up. I’m not your social worker paying you a visit here in the UCI and making sure that everything is safe and sound, I’m the one that guys like Howie Black and David Sanchez that tries to snitch on you to the proper authorities for creating quite a hostile environment for them, and everyone like them, here in the UCI. SNITCHES GET STITCHES, BITCHES! Believe it or not, Kyle, I was just like you once upon a time in my life. Hard to believe, isn't it? Then again, I was only 5 years old at the time. Not many people, including yourself, have the charm and charisma that radiates the true emotional passion and desires to be a “brand-name” in the sports entertainment business that everyone is known to “Love” from the “Shadows” here in the UCI. . .
“BAD BOYS” by Inner Circle starts to play on the Bose® (product placement) SoundTouch® (product placement) indoor/outdoor surround sound system.
Out of the blue, several LAPD Black & White Police cars show up on the scene with sirens blaring and red and blue lights blazing. Several officers exit their vehicles with their Glock, Model G22, 15-round .40 caliber pistols and Remington, Model 870, shotguns, with 5 round magazine, drawn on the two prime-time suspects. Well, mostly on the UCI’s #1 Most Wanted, Dead Or Alive, “The Handsome Half-breed” Shadowlove.
Officer Howie Sancho & Officer Davy Black: FREEZE MUTHAFUCKA!. . .
Shadowlove squints his ice-cold blue eyes and gazes towards Officer Sancho and Officer Black knowing that these two “coppers” are the most annoying members of the Police, Police.
Officer Howie Sancho & Officer Davy Black: WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?. . .
Shadowlove rolls his ice-cold blue eyes in mock amazement knowing that these two Keystone cops already know that answer.
Officer Howie Sancho & Officer Davy Black: WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING HERE?. . .
The cloud cover overhead engulfed the brightness of the sun, casting shadows, go figure, over the scene surrounding the new version of HOLLYWOOD sign. The red and blue lights from the Police cars act and the laser sightings from the Glock G22’s illuminate the scene along with the L.A. haze acting as theatrical smoke and smog sets the scene like a Four Season Fashion Show. The LAPD throughout the scene stand down, more relaxed, in anticipation, for what is “The one and only" wrestling trend in the UCI.
Officer Howie Sancho & Officer Davy Black: WHERE IN THE GODDAMN DO YOU THINK YOU’RE GOING WITH THIS SHIT?. . .
Coming through the theatrical smoke and smog and appearing under blazing red and blue lights, is the one and only, "The Dynamic Duo" in all of sports entertainment, "The Handsome Half-breed" Shadowlove, along with his personal bodyguard/valet, Ms. Miyamoto, stopping for a second, taking in the aura of the scene surrounding the new version of the HOLLYWOOD sign, and pose like fashion models on a catwalk.
Officer Howie Sancho & Officer Davy Black: WHEN WILL THESE SUMBITCHES EVER LEARN THEIR GODDAMN MUTHAFUCKIN’ LESSON NOT TO CRITICISE A COUPLE OF HONEST TO GOD REAL LIFE CELEBRITIES THAT JUST DOESN'T GIVE A FUCK?. . .
Shadowlove shrugs his shoulders in a “Who the fuck really knows? Knowing these two Keystone “coppers”, probably never. These fucking “trolls” live forever.” style gesture.
Officer Howie Sancho & Officer Davy Black: HOW IS YOUR FINE LOOKING FASHION MODEL/WRESTLER ASS GOING TO BRIBE YOUR WAY OUT OF THIS MESS?. . .
“HER STRUT" by Bob Seger & The Silver Bullet Band starts to play on the Bose® (product placement) SoundTouch® (product placement) indoor/outdoor surround sound system.
Ms. Miyamoto exuding fantastic supermodel energy, as she walks with a stiff, erect, and apparently arrogant and conceited "Strut" around Officer Black and Officer Sancho. She stands in-between the two Keystone “coppers”. All three pose like Charlie’s Angels as the LAPD Air Support Division helicopter, “Blue Thunder”, hovers overhead to takes a “Selfie”. Officer Howie Sancho & Officer Davy Black appear somewhat hypnotized.
Officer Howie Sancho & Officer Davy Black: THESE AREN’T THE DROIDS WE'RE LOOKING FOR!. . .
Ms. Miyamoto retakes her proper place cradling against Shadowlove's body and caresses his muscular chest with her fingers. Officer Howie Sancho & Officer Davy Black appear somewhat hypnotized. They appear somewhat thrown off by Shadowlove’s “Handsomeness” and Ms. Miyamoto's “Seductiveness.”
Officer Davy Black: Look Sanch, Hollywood’s favorite son has returned home to do that thing he do best!. . .
Officer Howie Sanchez: That’s right, Davy Boy, Hollywood’s favorite son’s has come back to save the day. . .
Officer Davy Black: Sorry for the inconvenience, folks, but we did received a “Hot As Fuck” tip that there was couple of very salty and shady looking dudes trying to catch a break in Hollywood and looking to become “Seductively Handsome” in our fair City Of Angels. . .
Officer Howie Sanchez: Si señor, this first “perp” is some “plain” Jane, 5’4”, 115 pounds, kinda reminds you of Aaron Rodgers’ girlfriend on a bad day. Supposedly passing herself off as some sort of “Hot As Fuck” Television Champion?. . .
Officer Davy Black: And the second “perp” is some sort of juvenile delinquent headcase. 6’ even, 210 pounds, kind of reminds you of that reality star. You know the one I'm talking about Sanch?. . .
Officer Howie Sancho: Caitlyn Jenner?. . .
Officer Davy Black: No, no, no, not that one. This guy’s no Olympian, this guy’s supposed to be an honest to God, “ACTUAL” World Champion of some sorts?. . .
Officer Howie Sancho: Davy Boy, do I fucking look like FPV?. . .
As Officer Davy Black is about to respond, a static sounding transmission comes over the Police radio:
“ATTENTION ALL UNITS! ATTENTION ALL UNITS! AMBER ALERT: We have a “Lost” Boy last seen soliciting an unknown “esteemed” assailant offering “dog and pony rides” to kids. Both were last seen on Twitter kissing each others ass while cruising around in a beat up white van with Cindy-Cut written on the side with the first three partials M-A-Y on a personal license plate from Chicago. Proceed with caution, both may be armed and dangerous only to themselves and are very, very hazardous to the welfare and well-being of the “smart” challenged.”
Officer Howie Sancho and Officer Davy Black look at each other. SOUNDS FAMILIAR?!
“SABOTAGE” by The Beastie Boys starts to play on the Bose® (product placement) SoundTouch® (product placement) indoor/outdoor surround sound system.
The LAPD Black & White Police cars leave the scene like a bat out of hell with sirens blaring and red and blue lights blazing in high speed pursuit of the perpetrators.
Suddenly, in KRAMER style move; twirling twice and performing a 7.3 on the Richter scale triple take as if coming through a door, Shadowlove spots the dented steel chair with the indentation of the “Hot As Fuck” Jessica Buck’s above average looking face out of the corner of his eye and attempts a citizen's arrest.
Shadowlove grabs a handful of his classic masculine and modern mussed, razor-textured, choppy finished dark brown hair and performs a RUNNING, DIVING, RAMMING HEADBUTT onto the already dented steel chair and incapacitating the indentation of the “Hot As Fuck” Jessica Buck’s above average looking face. BOOK ‘EM, DANO!
MS. MIYAMOTO: When Kyle Cameron-san called the ACME company like he was Wile E. Coyote, Super Genius, with a master plan of becoming a World Champion, who would have thought that he would represent the most nauseating attack on the traditional values of what it means to be a World Champion? He represents the lowest, of the low, scum of mainstream society by trying to pass himself off as the current World Champion like Crow McMorris-san. So much so, that he is giving Howard Black-san a run for his money. Just look at this juvenile delinquent wearing this, this cheap imitation of an “INFERIOR” World Championship as blood on the badge of dishonor and disrespect to every past, present and future World Champions that ever to grace the pages of not only The United Championship Infinite, but, the entire sports entertainment business. . .
Shadowlove sets up the dented steel chair with the indentation of the “Hot As Fuck” Jessica Buck’s above average looking face. He takes a few steps back and shuffles to the right. He looks up at the H on the HOLLYWOOD sign then back at the dented steel chair with the indentation of the “Hot As Fuck” Jessica Buck’s above average looking face. He checks on the wind direction and takes aim like Argentine professional footballer and superstar "Leo" Messi taking a penalty kick.
SHADOWLOVE: Kyle, your new found courage and confidence isn't lost on me, my friend, just take a look at that “Hot As Fuck” Jessica, my sweet and innocent dollar bill, Jessica, she thought she was the hottest shit going today, and in one fell swoop, with one Dark Gift, I bumped her down to where that piece of shit belongs, circling the bowl, down she goes, Roll Buck Roll! Kyle, I'm not your stereotypical Fashion Model/Wrestler, I don't have to scrounge around and scatter like cockroaches when the light’s turned on, like all the other self-proclaimed big named “talent” acting like a paparazzi working for a tabloid, when trying to dig up “dirt” on an opponent. You were there in your matches, so why would I be dumb enough to even care what happened in them?. . .
Shadowlove takes a soccer style penalty kick like Argentine professional footballer and superstar "Leo" Messi sending the dented steel chair with the indentation of the “Hot As Fuck” Jessica Buck’s above average looking face flying up towards the HOLLYWOOD sign.
MS. MIYAMOTO: Kyle Cameron-san, it’s surprisingly hysterical watching your opponents and Shadowlove-san’s opponents trying to break down the nuances of your life and times in your wrestling career like this was a lost episode of CSI: United Championship Infinite! Shadowlove-san, isn't really interested in the wrongdoings or just causes of why a boy is trying to become a man in this organization and how to prevent you from committing more crimes against society with your grassroots juvenile delinquent campaign for Idiocracy. You might have to ask yourself, “Why does the United Championship Infinite turn to a “Private” Contractor like Shadowlove-san to dispense law and order in this organization when you have The Guardians?”. . .
Shadowlove looks up at the dented steel chair with the indentation of the “Hot As Fuck” Jessica Buck’s above average looking face flying up towards the HOLLYWOOD sign. The dented steel chair seems to be angling towards the big O in HOLLY. Shadowlove tries to guide the dented steel chair more towards the H in HOLLY with his body language.
SHADOWLOVE: The Guardians love playing by the circumstances, conditions, degrees, and manners in which the use of force, or actions might be construed and supressed within the space-time continuum. I create a “Vortex Of Violence” within that space-time continuum where Law & Order Space Cowboy Justice can be blind but The Fashionista Sensei’s Devoted Followers Of Fashion can see in the dark! GGGGOOOOAAAALLLL!. . .
Shadowlove wildly jumps up and down and runs around in circles because he “bent” the dented steel chair with the indentation of the “Hot As Fuck” Jessica Buck’s above average looking face like Beckham and scored the goal through the big H. Jessie sure does knows how to take a bump, alright, Sancho!
MS. MIYAMOTO: Kyle Cameron-san, you are at the age where the penitentiary system can no longer protect you from getting the second chance that you need to change your juvenile delinquent way of Idiocracy, and thusly, you find yourself labeled not only as a crime against the humanity but also found guilty of being an “INFERIOR” World Champion!. . .
Shadowlove climbs aboard the sophisticatedly carbon fibre and premium Ducati Diavel 1198cc Testastretta 11° Dual Spark V-twin high performance motorcycle, with Marchesini wheels and and slick Zircotec-coated dual exhaust pipes.
He lays back on the Vantablack dual leather seat relaxing, with his hands interlocked in classic masculine and modern mussed, razor-textured, choppy finished dark brown hair behind his head with his Alligator skinned boots are perched up on the Rizoma Handlebars and crossed at the ankles in front of him.
SHADOWLOVE: I’m “The Handsome Half-breed” Shadowlove, welcome to my world Kyle Cameron! You would’ve been better off getting that last Space Shuttle out with Alex Richards last week rather than being the squared-circle with me this week. You could always give a quick shout out to The Guardians maybe, just maybe, they would introduce you to a far more better way of life. You see, The Guardians work together to form an “Intergalactic Space-Time Continuum Treaty”, if you will, in order to help decide what is in the best interests of juvenile delinquents like yourself. And wherever possible, The Guardians would help you to live your life out in peace and tranquility instead of having your life being thrown to the wolves. . .
The immense and incredibly powerful distinct sound from a Ducati 1198cc Testastretta 11° Dual Spark V-twin world-beating engine can be heard coming to life, echoing throughout the City Of Angels, Los Angeles, California.
MS. MIYAMOTO: Hence, your dilemma on Overload this Sunday Night, Kyle Cameron-san. What emerges in this match isn't over wins or losses, World Championships or “INFERIOR” World Championships, this match is a battle over your very own survival and nothing more. Every young-adult like yourself will eventually suffer growing pains in your life along the road to manhood. But we will give you credit, where credit is due. At least you are boy enough to step into the squared-circle with Shadowlove-san, whereas, people like Howard Black-san and David Sanchez try to talk a good game but fail to back up their talk with action. But before you follow their Universal Stupidity Playbook like everyone else that Shadowlove-san has faced in this organization, let me save you some time, Shadowlove-san’s background check and psyche evaluation shows that he is prone to having a very ruthless and aggressive sense of style especially when it comes to people like yourself, Howard Black-san, David Sanchez-san, and everyone else that loves to underestimate him inside and outside of the squared-circle. These will always be people who are extremely jealous and very insecure towards the fame and fortune of Hollywood’s favorite son, “The Handsome Half-breed” Shadowlove-san!
Ms, Miyamoto swings and pirouettes her leg, with catlike precision, over the Ducati Diavel 240/45 ZR17 Pirelli Diablo Rosso II with Marchesini forged and machined, 8.00 x 17, 10-spokes tire and straddles the Vantablack dual leather seat behind Shadowlove.
Ms. Miyamoto wraps her arms and legs around Shadowlove’s waist like a Black Widow Spider. She 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!
