LOVE, WHATEVER THAT IS? Part 3 of 5 - Trim The White Lotus
Jul 31, 2016 4:38:05 GMT -6
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LOVE, WHATEVER THAT IS? Part 3 of 5 - Trim The White Lotus
BEVERLY HILLS HOTEL
PENTHOUSE SUITE
Located on the 14th floor of the Beverly Wing of the world's most iconic Beverly Hills Hotel, best known for hosting Hollywood royalty, rock stars, and other celebrities from the sports entertainment business, The Penthouse Suite offered a magnificent panoramic view of luscious 12 acres filled with tropical gardens, exotic flowers and the famous palm-tree lined pool, complete with private cabanas and underwater music. “The Handsome Half-breed” Shadowlove stands in front stands front of a Italian Calacatta Marble dual vanity preparing for a nice and quiet romantic evening. He wipes away the condensation accumulating on the mirror and stares at his reflection. He’s stripped to the waist with a stark white plush Salvatore Ferragamo Egyptian Cotton Bath Towel wrapped around his waist while showing off the upper body of a Greek God, with washboard abs, and swishing around a Mint Julep mixed with primarily Wild Turkey Rare Breed Bourbon made for Japan, sugar water, shaved ice, and fresh mint, shaken, not stirred, poured in a Highball glass, in his mouth. He squeezes some Theodent Whitening Crystal Mint toothpaste onto a Vantablack Reinast Luxury Toothbrush and starts brushing his teeth and rinses with the Mint Julep mixed with primarily Wild Turkey Rare Breed Bourbon made for Japan, sugar water, shaved ice, and fresh mint, shaken, not stirred, poured in a Highball glass, as his mouthwash.
He catches the reflection of his personal bodyguard/valet and “Fashionista Sensei”, Ms. Miyamoto, in the mirror adjusting the water in the shower to make it more hot and steamy. The simply ravishing femme fatale temptress looking amazing with her raven black hair looking totally sleek and layered down to the middle of her back. Her attractively well-proportioned, slim, trim, toned body built for sin is dressed for success in a matching stark white plush Salvatore Ferragamo Egyptian Cotton Bath Towel wrapped around her torso.
As if things weren't hot and steamy already, Shadowlove shakes his head in a contemptuous manner pondering what everyone else is pondering, “Not bad for being the new, improved, uncrowded “INFERIOR” World Champion, eh? Sometimes, you just got to live a little Shadow!”
A "24" CTU Ringtone sounds from a Inmarsat IsatPhone 2 Satellite Phone somewhere inside the Penthouse Suite. Ms. Miyamoto slow-motion runs out of the bathroom to pick up the phone call.
In the shower, Shadowlove first uses a Molton Brown Re-charge Black Pepper SPORT 4-in-1 Body Wash, L’Occitane’s Almond Shower scrub, and Cell Dynamic Bio‑Electric Buff by NuBo for a thorough cleansing of his embodiment of physicality. He chooses Philip B Russian Amber Imperial Revitalizing Shampoo, wash, rinse, and repeat, for getting rid of the grit and grime that can weigh down and flatten his classic masculine razor-textured, choppy finished dark brown hair.
Ms. Miyamoto returns removing her matching stark white plush Salvatore Ferragamo Egyptian Cotton Bath Towel wrapped around her torso and joins Shadowlove inside the shower.
Shadowlove’s low dusky voice rings out fully, with all charm and charisma that one can muster, mister:
SHADOWLOVE: Who was on the phone?. . .
Ms. Miyamoto steps in between Shadowlove and the running water. The water cascades down her body and slicking back her raven black hair. Her sweet as honey, harmoniously hypnotizing, smooth as silk, smoky voice radiating through her alluring lips:
MS. MIYAMOTO: Yorokobi. . . Watashi no ai, bijinesu no mae ni. . .
INDEED! The first rule of “The Handsome Half-breed” Shadowlove: PLEASURE ALWAYS BEFORE BUSINESS MON AMI! The bathroom fogs up leaving you all left to your imagination. (Both hands on the keyboard, you pervs!)
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THE BUSINESS BEFORE PLEASURE
Word around Hollywood and on the mean streets of the City of Angels, Los Angeles, My City, was that Cameron Bankston, Jr., better known as The Polar Phantasm, was searching for The Dynamic Duo in order to deliver an important message and/or make some kind of business proposition. Fancy that! Well, Junior, did indeed come to the right place but was it at the wrong time? After all, Hollywood was, and will always be, the place where dreams really do come true, but more likely than not, where nightmares really do come to fruition.
One of the oldest living “Legend In Your Own Mind” traditions passed down from generation to generation, well as far back as earlier today when word got out that someone was looking for him, anyways, was that when visiting the City of Angels, Los Angeles, My City, you take the chill out of the air by making the “tourist” take in the City of Angels sights and the sounds. To not do so is not only a crime against the laws of sanity, especially this week with Beachmania this Sunday Night, but also shows a total lack of respect for the glitz and glamor for the Hollywood scene. And not seeing Grauman's ostentatiously rich and luxurious Chinese Theater is like visiting China and not seeing The Great Wall. This awe-inspiring Chinese Theater has been one of the most iconic cornerstones of Hollywood and the sports entertainment business for as long as one can remember walking along the historic Hollywood Walk of Fame.
Grauman's Chinese Theater was an amazing sight to see with two enormously huge coral red columns ascending upwards some 100 feet high and topped by wrought iron masks holding aloft the bronze roof. Between the two enormously huge coral red columns was a 30-foot high dragon carved from stone and guarding the theatre’s entrance are the two original giant Heaven Dogs brought from China. Guarded by its 40-foot high curved walls and copper-topped turrets, Grauman's Chinese Theater’s legendary forecourt serves as an oasis to the stars of yesterday and today in the sports entertainment business. Ten-foot tall lotus-shaped fountains and intricate artistry flank the footprints of some of Hollywood’s most elite and welcome its visitors into the magical world of fantasy and whim known as “The Handsome Half-breed” Shadowlove.
Your favorite modern day charismatic and charming, egotistical, narcissistic, politically incorrect, felicitating, self-righteous, second-generation megalomaniac and apex predator, "The Handsome Half-breed" Shadowlove, with his classic masculine and modern mussed, razor-textured, choppy finished dark brown hair, showing off a fighter's face and an ice cold stare which radiants from his blue eyes, statuesquely stands posing like a fashion model on a catwalk. 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 Infamous Superstar's personal bodyguard/valet and “Fashionista Sensei”, Ms Miyamoto, the simply ravishing femme fatale temptress, taking her proper place as usual, cradled next to Shadowlove caressing his muscular chest with her fingers. 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 attractively well-proportioned, slim, trim, toned body built for sin encased in a form-fitting stark white sequin Mandarin dress with a French-cut up the side to her thigh and stark white Jimmy Choo stilettos.
She lowers her RayBan sunglasses down her perfectly flawless nose on her angelic looking face showing off her incandescent green eyes, scanning back and forth like The Terminator over the crowd of looky-loos, paparazzi, and the more than usual Chinese sightseers, then focuses on one particularly, strange, odd looking fellow making his way through the crowd towards them.
This very strange, odd Thomas looking fellow seemed kind of, and kind of not, familiar were it not for his cornball Hawaiian shirt, khaki shorts, knee-high black socks, and sandals. The closer he got, the older he looked under his porkpie hat and whiter he seemed to be. Well, sonivabitch, if it wasn't my chalkenger at Beachmania this Sunday Night, The Polar Phantasm himself, better known as Cameron Bankston, Jr.
The Polar Phantasm tipped his porkpie hat to Ms. Miyamoto. He removes his porkpie hat revealing his sweat drenched platinum hair and starts waving his porkpie hat back and forth to cool himself down. Polar found it kind of ironic that Shadowlove, and his personal bodyguard/valet Ms. Miyamoto would choose Grauman's Chinese Theater as a public meeting place, since rumor has it that Wo Hop To clan of the Chinese Triad used the theater as their base of operations to “legitimize” themselves when not extorting, money laundering, drug trafficking, prostituting, smuggling and counterfeiting goods such as music, video, and software as well as more tangible goods such as clothes, watches, and money.
Polar removes a folded in half slip of paper from the hatband of his porkpie hat and shakes Shadowlove’s hand. He slipped Shadowlove the folded in half slip of paper with a sleight of hand manipulation to conclude his business transaction. He slips his porkpie hat back on, tips it to Ms. Miyamoto, and moves on about his merry way. A malevolent, tight wolfish, whiplash smile, slowly appearing on Shadowlove's lips showing off perfectly white even teeth in a “Wrestling is my business, and business is good.” shit-eating grin without reading the slip of paper and knowing that he will be facing The Polar Phantasm this Sunday Night at Beachmania.
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THE HITCHHIKER'S GUIDE TO ORIGAMI
By the light of the beat-up antique looking jukebox inside The Guardians Chicagoland HQ, The Sloshed Pit, The Dynamic Duo knew that this meeting will go down as one of, if not the craziest things that “The Handsome Half-breed Shadowlove has ever done in his entire career. To have a meet and greet with The Polar Phantasm and the rest of The Guardians was ludicrous enough, even by his standards, but to have this historic meet and greet before his Match with The Polar Phantasm this Sunday Night at Beachmania was just plain old Maddog crazy. The Dynamic Duo already knew all full well of the friction between The Guardians and The Syndicate. The Dynamic Duo have heard all the stories and all the innuendos being bandied around back and forth over how both The Guardians and The Syndicate were vying for control not only of City Hollow but also the United Championship Infinite in a classic case of a good versus evil scenario that can last till the end of time.
The United Championship Infinite has The Guardians on one side of the fence and The Syndicate on the other side of the fence, and then there is that wild card, if you will, who skirts both sides of the fence all too well, that “Private” Contractor, himself, “The Handsome Half-breed” Shadowlove standing right smack down in the center of the midnight garden of good and evil. God, not “The God”, but A God, help us all! If The Syndicate was considered Adam in this saga, and The Guardians were considered Eve in this saga, it made perfectly good sense that “The Handsome Half-breed” Shadowlove would be considered The Snake. Can The Polar Phantasm and The Guardians really trust “The Handsome Half-breed” Shadowlove this week with their match looming very heavily this Sunday Night at Beachmania?
In order for The Polar Phantasm to defeat “The Handsome Half-breed Shadowlove at Beachmania, The Polar Phantasm will have to break every single law, every single belief, every single reputation that he and The Guardians have built inside The United Championship Infinite. Is The Polar Phantasm willing to play by the rules of The Guardians Intergalactic Space-Time Continuum Treaty? Or can The Polar Phantasm step into what some might consider “The Vortex Of Violence” black hole of The Guardians Intergalactic Space-Time Continuum Treaty and defeat “The Handsome Half-breed” Shadowlove in the squared-circle this Sunday Night at Beachmania?
Shadowlove and his personal bodyguard/valet Ms. Miyamoto sensed The Guardians presence entering their Chicagoland HQ, The Sloshed Pit, even before The Guardians sensed The Dynamic Duo posing like fashion models on a catwalk in front of a beat-up antique old jukebox. His ice-cold stare, which radiants from his blue eyes on his chiseled fighter's face, followed The Guardians, The Polar Phantasm, Bonnie Blue, Alex Richards, Preecha Kamon and Nightmare, taking their seats around a table in the middle of this shit-hole. Shadowlove scans the array of songs on the beat-up antique jukebox and presses, D.D.3., since the T was missing.
“THE ECSTASY OF GOLD” by Ennio Morricone starts to play on the Bose® (product placement) SoundTouch® (product placement) indoor surround sound system inside the Sloshed Pit.
Your favorite modern day charismatic and charming, egotistical, narcissistic, politically incorrect, felicitating, self-righteous, second-generation megalomaniac and apex predator, "The Handsome Half-breed" Shadowlove, with his classic masculine and modern mussed, razor-textured, choppy finished dark brown hair, showing off a fighter's face and an ice cold stare which radiants from his blue eyes, makes his way towards The Guardians table and grabbing a chair as he walks by another table. 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 Infamous Superstar's personal bodyguard/valet and “Fashionista Sensei”, Ms. Miyamoto, the simply ravishing femme fatale temptress, follows a few steps behind him and staying ever vigilant about their surroundings. 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 to go along with her body built for sin encased in the most iconic Black Montsuki & Forest Green Seven Deep-pleated Hakama. The pleats are said to represent the seven virtues of Bushidō, considered essential to the samurai way.
Shadowlove throws an Origami designed, the slip of paper handed to him by The Polar Phantasm back in L.A., in the shape of a White Lotus on to the center of The Guardians table. Only noticeable to the naked eye, The Guardians jump a little in their seats but remain Ryan Gosling cool. Shadowlove sits down straddling the backwards chair as a malevolent, tight wolfish, whiplash smile, slowly appearing on his lips showing off perfectly white even teeth in a “I believe that we need no introduction?” shit-eating grin.
SHADOWLOVE: You “Heroes” must be really knee-deep into some heavy shit if you have me sitting across your table?. . .
Everyone at the table knew all full well why this meet and greet was taking place. It wasn't for the Match between Shadowlove and The Polar Phantasm this Sunday Night at Beachmania. This meet and greet was about the assassination of luchador Refuerzo del Oro, better known as “Latin King” Diego Garcia. Garcia has become quite the community activist as of late in the shades of Martin Luther King in some circles and Ernesto "Che" Guevara in other circles when mixing religion and politics in City Hollow. The only outcome of Garcia’s activism was quite predictable, when you start ruffling feathers in City Hollow, you end up dying from a diet full of lead.
BONNIE BLUE: The deeper and deeper that we’ve investigated the assassination of luchador Refuerzo del Oro, the more and more that y’all names have been poppin’ up. . .
Shadowlove starts to laugh knowing that when there is any sort of trouble around, his name is usually the first to pop-up into the equation. Allah Akbar and all that profiling, nonsense. The Polar Phantasm will find that out soon enough this Sunday Night at Beachmania. He starts to rise up from his seat when The Polar Phantasm intervenes and slides a manila envelope across the table towards Shadowlove.
THE POLAR PHANTASM: $20,000!. . .
Shadowlove’s eyebrows narrow as he looks from the manila envelope then towards The Polar Phantasm. He’s thinking that his services are worth more that 20 grand, “You Guardians are cheap bastards. But lucky for you, Bonnie Blue’s captivated my attention, you sumbitches.” Shadowlove winks at Bonnie Blue. Bonnie blushes. The Polar Phantasm slides another manila envelope across the table towards Shadowlove. The manila envelope comes to a stop next to the first envelope.
Bonnie Blue: $20,000 × 2!. . .
THE POLAR PHANTASM: That's the price on your heads!. . .
BONNIE BLUE: Whatever y’all know, it's important enough for someone to put a contract out of both of y’all. . .
THE POLAR PHANTASM: We haven't figured out the who, the what, the where, the when, the why, or the how. But. . .
Shadowlove thinks of the only two people that he has ruffled feathers with as of late were Howie Black and David Sanchez. And being that this meeting was taking place somewhere in downtown City Hollow in this shit-hole and not in some bug eater kowtow town in Nebraska, Shadowlove looks at the viewing audience at home, double raises his eyebrows, and refocuses his attention back on Bonnie Blue as he sits back down.
BONNIE BLUE: There has been a lot of speculation about the details surrounding Refuerzo del Oro’s assassination. All assassinations are driven by a severe dislike and aggression towards som’one or som’thin’. But the real question is, how much of this is symptomatic of David Sanchez and The Syndicate’s own extreme dislikes and prejudiceness against the both of y’all? No one knows f’sure!. . .
THE POLAR PHANTASM: It could be that when David Sanchez and The Syndicate are in the presence of those who are more knowledgeable and more revolutionary in this organization like the both of you, their own emotional instabilities seem to have been trying to come to fruition. That’s our best guess at the moment about David Sanchez and The Syndicate. . .
Shadowlove knows this feeling all too well with all the pride and prejudices and exaggerated restrictions of all the zombies out there, like David Sanchez and the rest of the band of unimportance in The Syndicate. Especially, when it becomes so emotionally unbearable for David Sanchez and the rest of the band of unimportance in The Syndicate when being reminded of his and her own imperfections coming to fruition by experiencing the perfection that is the personification of The Dynamic Duo. He knows David Sanchez and the rest of the band of unimportance in The Syndicate’s feelings of discontent and resentfulness takes over the need, when wants, and desires, to destroy The Dynamic Duo, and for that matter, The Guardians, by trying to become even more stronger when attempting a hostile takeover of the United Championship Infinite.
THE POLAR PHANTASM: In the eyes of David Sanchez and The Syndicate, you and Ms. Miyamoto are a constant reminder to them of the personification of perfection. In their eyes, that is something totally unwelcome here in City Hollow, as well as something that is a totally unpleasant sight in and around the UCI. . .
BONNIE BLUE: What happens to a wrestler that is favored by others like a luchador like Refuerzo del Oro in the eyes of David Sanchez and The Syndicate? This personification of perfection ensures that yourself and your bodyguard/valet will be always hated not only in the eyes of David Sanchez and The Syndicate, but also by other wrestlers, as well as other organizations throughout your career until you two are takin’ a dirt-nap. . .
Shadowlove wouldn't have it any other way, after all, the United Championship Infinite is driven by the personification of perfection. David Sanchez and the rest of the band of unimportance in The Syndicate fear the isolation and rejection that can result from this organization's drive to avoid imperfection at all cost. Therefore, the closer that The Dynamic Duo become to being viewed as the personification of perfection, the more dangerous “The Handsome Half-breed” Shadowlove and his personal bodyguard/valet, Ms. Miyamoto lives will become here in the United Championship Infinite. Whether or not, David Sanchez and the rest of the band of unimportance in The Syndicate are perceived as the imperfection of impersonification; it is only when, and if, David Sanchez and the rest of the band of unimportance in The Syndicate are emotionally capable of his or her own imperfection of impersonification that their, deepest, darkest "Shadow" will create the greatest "Love" of all.
SHADOWLOVE: So, you “Heroes” are trying to narrow down who The Syndicate is in bed with when doing business not only here in City Hollow but also in the UCI? Well, eyewitness accounts, or what little eye witnesses that there were, claim that they saw quite a shit load of short looking Asian types in black suits piling out of a Nissan a few minutes before the assassination of luchador Refuerzo del Oro. And since all Asians look alike, you decided to come through Me to interrogate Ms. Miyamoto in order to narrow down your prime suspects in Southeast Asia? You “Heroes” couldn’t come up with The Triads from China or The Yakuza from Japan on your very own? Gezzus, was The Omega Man the brains of this outfit or what?. . .
Before anyone at the table can answer any of the questions, Ms. Miyamoto lowers her RayBan sunglasses down her perfectly flawless nose on her angelic looking face showing off her incandescent green eyes focuses on every one of The Guardians one by one, Preecha Kamon, Alex Richards, Nightmare, The Polar Phantasm, and zeroes in on Bonnie Blue. Ms. Miyamoto’s sweet as honey, harmoniously hypnotizing, smooth as silk, smoky voice radiating through her alluring lips; Shadowlove’s low dusky voice rings out fully, with all charm and charisma that one can muster, mister as he translates the Japanese:
MS. MIYAMOTO: Anata ga shitte iru hitsuyō ga arimasu yō ni, toraiado, yakuza, serubiamafia, soshite Roshia no Mafia wa,-shi horōde wa naku, Beikoku zendo dakedenaku, denryoku no tame ni sore o tatakatte kimashita. . .
SHADOWLOVE: As you must know, The Triad, The Yakuza, The Serbian Mafia, and The Russian Mafia have been battling it out for power not only in City Hollow but throughout the United States. . .
MS. MIYAMOTO: Beikoku wa seisai ya Beikoku de bijinesu o okonaukara sorera o kinshi suru muekina kokoromi de, naganen ni watatte, korera no soshiki o hyōteki ni shite imasu. Kokunaigai sekaijū no kōza ni jibun no shisan o tōketsu shiyou to shite iru koto mo dekimasu. . .
SHADOWLOVE: The United States have targeted these organizations for many years in a futile attempt to sanction and ban them from conducting business in the US. and abroad by trying to freeze their assets in accounts worldwide. . .
MS. MIYAMOTO: Kono shinwa wa, daitōryō no pen kara inkuga hōritsu ni sore ni shomei shita bunsho-jō de kansō shi hajimeta maedeatte mo shiwa o kaishi shimashita. Mottomo kyōryokuna yakuza Oyabun, subete no bosu no bosu wa, yakuza ga kite, naganen ni watatte gōhō-teki ni sonzai suru koto o kakunin shimasu 1 gyōshū konguromaritto ni subete no yakuza ihō bijinesu o michibiku yō ni torikunde kimashita. . .
SHADOWLOVE: This myth started to crumple even before the ink from The President’s pen started to dry on the documents signing it into law. The most powerful Yakuza Oyabun, the boss of all bosses, has been working to channel all Yakuza illegal businesses into one cohesive conglomerate that will ensure that the Yakuza exists legitimately for many years to come. . .
MS. MIYAMOTO: Yaku ichi-nen mae yakuza to toraiado-kan no subete ga totsuzen Yamaguchigumi-nai no fushin to fuman ni seichō shi, sū jū-nen ni watatte heiwa to han'ei o iji shi, ryōhō no shizoku no ma de, teikei ya tairitsu o henkō shi, Sumiyoshikai no Inagawa-kai no shizoku yakuza to Chūgoku no toraiado. . .
SHADOWLOVE: About a year ago everything between The Yakuza and The Triads changed, alliances and rivalries between both clans that maintained peace and prosperity for decades, suddenly grew into distrust and dissatisfaction within The Yamaguchi-gumi, The Sumiyoshi-kai, The Inagawa-kai clans of The Yakuza and The Chinese Triads. . .
MS. MIYAMOTO: Mottomo kyōryokuna yakuza Oyabun, subete no bosu no bosu wa, Inagawa-kai-han-nai no fuku shuryō ni yotte satsugai sa remashita. Uwasa ni yoru to, Nihon to Chūgoku-kei kara umare tako no Hāfu wa, chokkei yakuza to toraiado heiwa jōyaku no gōi ni hantai shite ita koto, sore o motte imasu. Kono Chūgokuchihō wa Burraku Kai-san no namae de ittekimashita!. . .
SHADOWLOVE: The most powerful Yakuza Oyabun, the boss of all bosses, was murdered by an underboss in the Inagawa-kai clan. Rumor has it that this Hāfu, born of Japanese and Chinese descent, was diametrically opposed to the Yakuza and Triad peace treaty agreement. This chūgoku went by the name of Burraku Kai-san!. . .
MS. MIYAMOTO: Gādian wa, Debiddo Sanchesu-san to shinjikēto wa, to beddo ni toraiado ya yakuza no izureka, matawa ryōhō aru hito o shiritai baai wa, anata ga shinakereba naranai subete wa, okane ni shitagatte kudasaidesu. Kono okane shōseki ga Debiddo Sanchesu-san to sono Chūgokuchihō, Burraku Kai-san no genkan ni migi no anata o michibikudearou koto wa machigaiarimasen!. . .
SHADOWLOVE: If The Guardians want to know who David Sanchez-san and The Syndicate are in bed with, either The Triads or The Yakuza, or both, all you have to do is follow the money. There is no doubt that this money trail will lead you right to the doorsteps of David Sanchez-san and that chūgoku, Burraku Kai-san!. . .
MS. MIYAMOTO: Burraku Kai-san wa yakuza to kao o sukuu koto ga dekiru yuiitsu no 2-tōri no hōhō ga arimasu. Saisho wa yubi-dzume o okonatte iru, kare wa saisho ni kare no fusei kōi no tame no kugyō to shazai no katachi to shite no kare no yubi o setsudan shinakereba narimasen. Shikashi, saiwaina koto ni, Burraku Kai-san no yōna fuku shuryō wa amarini mo tōku, nin'i no saranaru hōfuku kara jibun jishin dakedenaku, kare jishin no gyangu no menbā o oshimadarou kugyō to kare no fusei kōi no tame no shazai no nin'i no fōmu kara sakujo sa remasu!. . .
SHADOWLOVE: There are only two ways that Burraku Kai-san can save face with The Yakuza. The first is performing Yubitsume, he must first cut off his finger as a form of penance and apology for his wrongdoing. But, fortunately, an underboss like Burraku Kai-san is too far removed from any form of penance and apology for his wrongdoing that would spare any member of his own gang as well as himself from any further retaliation!. . .
MS. MIYAMOTO: Mottomo kyōryokuna yakuza Oyabun no ansatsu no tame ni, subete no bosu no bosu wa, nin'i no saranaru hōfuku kara jibun jishin dakedenaku, kare jishin no gyangu no menbā o oshimamasu nani no kugyō ya shazai wa sonzai shimasen! Burraku Kai-san wa kao o setsuyaku suru tame ni seppuku, gishiki no jisatsu no bijutsu o jikkō suru hitsuyō ga arimasu!. . .
SHADOWLOVE: For the assassination of the most powerful Yakuza Oyabun, the boss of all bosses, there will be no penance or apology that will spare any member of his own gang as well as himself from any further retaliation! Burraku Kai-san must perform the fine art of Seppuku, ritual suicide, in order to save face!
Ms. Miyamoto raises her RayBan sunglasses up her perfectly flawless nose on her angelic looking face with her middle finger.
Shadowlove pockets the two manila envelopes inside his black leather trench-coat and gets up from the backwards chair.
The Dynamic Duo ceremonially bows to The Guardians, with their arms at their sides and looking at each one of them.
Shadowlove starts walking out of The Sloshed Pit. Ms. Miyamoto walks a few steps behind him in full Terminator mode, targeting anyone for termination that gets way to close to “The Handsome Half-breed” Shadowlove as she observes the comings and goings inside this entire shit-hole, that is The Sloshed Pit.
THE POLAR PHANTASM: SHADOWLOVE, ARE YOU LOOKING FOR SOME PAYBACK?!
Bonnie Blue thinks if Shadowlove looks back at the table then even The Guardians have an Angel watching over them or he just might try to jump over this table as a sneak preview of his Match with The Polar Phantasm this Sunday Night at Beachmania?
Shadowlove looks over his shoulder at The Guardians and winks at Bonnie Blue. A malevolent, tight wolfish, whiplash smile, slowly appearing on his lips showing off perfectly white even teeth in a “I’m certifiable! But no way in hell, $20,000 × 2 certifiable! The Yakuza/Triad & The Guardians/The Syndicate war is worth more to my pretty little self than $20,000 × 2 and a blind date with Bonnie Blue!” shit-eating grin.
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IT’S PAYBACK TIME AND THE ONLY CURRENCY I GOTS IS MY WHIPLASH SMILE
Who would’ve thought that your your favorite modern day charismatic and charming, egotistical, narcissistic, politically incorrect, felicitating, self-righteous, second-generation megalomaniac and apex predator would be behind the wheel of a dark green 1974 Ford Ranchero heading towards The White Lotus Hotel & Casino or whatever it’s being called these days in Little China in the Chinatown district of City Hollow. I mean who would've thought that I would be dressed to the nines in a stark white Giorgio Armani Wall Street Wool and Cashmere Suit, with a stark white Salvatore Ferragamo Tonal Gancini Sport Shirt opened at the collar and a pair of Genuine American Alligator Classic Bit Loafers. And who would've thought that riding shotgun next to me would be the statuesque Bonnie Blue. “The Daughter of Time” herself would take your breath away any day of the week but tonight, with help from Ms. Miyamoto, she was dressed to kill in a Vantablack sequin dress with Vantablack Jimmy Choo stilettos.
Looking in the rear-view mirror, I can make out two silhouettes laying down in the cargo bed of the dark green 1974 Ford Ranchero. They were the rest of the Mötley Crew for tonight's adventure, The Polar Phantasm’s main squeeze and trained spy/assassin, Nightmare, and Preecha Kamon, the deaf ninja. Both were wearing, go figure, Ninja hoods with masks, Shinobi Ninjutsu Stealth Ninja Uniforms with Ninja Arm gauntlets, and black Karate pants, and Black Ninja Tabi Boots. The one thing that stuck in my mind was Bonnie Blue’s immortal words when giving the Mötley Crew their “pep” talk for this mission, “Hope you fellas like suicide missions?”
“Oh Shit” comes to mind when pulling the dark green 1974 Ford Ranchero to the front of The White Lotus Hotel & Casino or whatever it’s being called these days in Little China in the Chinatown district of City Hollow. The Guardians intel on The White Lotus Hotel & Casino or whatever it’s being called these days was quite the clusterfuck. It was sort of a homecoming for the Mötley Crew, The White Lotus Hotel & Casino or whatever it’s being called these days was in fact the United Championship Infinite’s old home, “The Warehouse”, with the middle “E” on the old neon blue sign flickering, thus spelling out, The “War-house.” I get out of the Ranchero, tipping the Chinese valet and telling him to keep the motor running. I walk around to the passenger side and open the door and hold my handout. Bonnie takes hold of my hand and seductively exits the vehicle, showing one muscular toned leg, then the other. Bonnie slides her arm through mine and head up into the main entrance of The White Lotus Hotel & Casino or whatever it’s being called these days.
At first glance upon entering this wonderful establishment, the psychedelic lighting inside The White Lotus Hotel & Casino or whatever it’s being called these days reminded me of the first time that I watched one of those Japanese Anime Videos as a little kid when I suffered a seizure.(That’s a story for another day.) Now I know my adrenaline is running on Overload, pun intended, and no doubt, Bonnie's was too, since being with me. That was probably because I was suffering one of those Japanese Anime seizures or it could be from being on this blind date with Bonnie Blue, then again, it was probably from all the slots, the poker machines, and the other gaming going on in this “fine” establishment?
That was when the first short, little asian, my guess Chinese, appeared out of nowhere, wearing a black suit and sunglasses. The Chinaman tells The Dynamic Duo 2.0, The Guardians version, “Jiàshǐ zhízhào jí hùzhào!”
Ms. Miyamoto's sweet as honey, harmoniously hypnotizing, smooth as silk, smoky voice radiating through her alluring lips replied in my earwig, “He wants your driver's license and passport.”
The short, little Chinaman wearing a black suit and sunglasses sure the hell was one very persistent fellow yelling a little more harshly at The Dynamic Duo 2.0, The Guardians Version, “Jiàshǐ zhízhào jí hùzhào!”
A malevolent, tight wolfish, whiplash smile, slowly appearing on my lips showing off perfectly white even teeth in a “Enter The Dragon meets Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon meets Kung-fu Panda 1, 2, and 3.” shit-eating grin.
The Polar Phantasm and Alex Richards watching from The Guardians Command Center watch a video feed from The White Lotus Hotel & Casino or whatever it’s being called these days sees Shadowlove reaching into his pocket and pulling out a sleek and slim Blu electronic cigarette pack and puts one of the electronic cigarettes in his mouth and puffs and blows out a vapor ring at the Chinaman. Two or three more Chinamen surround Shadowlove and Bonnie Blue. The Polar Phantasm and Alex Richards, simultaneously, whispers, “Oh, Fuck!”
Meanwhile back in The White Lotus Hotel & Casino or whatever it’s being called these days, I'm looking at the irate looking group of Chinamen numbering in in the teens, since I didn’t have an abacus handy to make an accurate count. I flick the Blu electronic cigarette into the face of the Chinaman and deliver a Bionic Elbow. The Chinaman just lived out his American Dream. Bonnie meanwhile savate kicked one Chinaman and Hurricanrana’s another. Impressive! The two Mötley Crew ninjas, Nightmare and Preecha Kamon, come crashing through a skylight and scared the bejesus out of me and Bonnie as they had some Chinese take-out of their own, if you will, by taking out take out the rest of the Chinese contingent before anyone could blink.
The scene starts turning into a scene right out of Big Trouble In Little China. Chinamen were flying all over the place. Bonnie, Nightmare, Preecha, and myself stopped and simultaneously said, “SHIT!”. We actually stopped and said, “Shit” over the irony that the gambling never seem to stop as the gamblers remain unphased and seemed to be more intent on gambling rather than our pier-sixer brawl with the Chinamen. Although, The Mötley Crew vs The Chinamen was getting 2-1 odds from The White Lotus Hotel & Casino or whatever it’s being called these days. Preecha actually took a detour and placed a bet.
We all made our way out of The White Lotus Hotel & Casino or whatever it’s being called these days after sending a message to David Sanchez and Burraku Kai on behalf of The Guardians (just remember that Sancho?). Two Chinamen came barreling out of The White Lotus Hotel & Casino or whatever it’s being called these days carrying Uzi 9 millimeters. The two Chinamen took aim.
CRACK!
The first echo sounded like it came from about 1,000 yards out as the first Chinaman’s head explodes into a red crimson gush of skull fragments and brain matter right before our very eyes.
CRACK!
The second echo sounded like it came from about 1,000 yards out in the same direction as the first shot as the second Chinaman’s chest explodes center mass into red crimson mist.
I watched Bonnie Blue write something on the White Lotus Hotel & Casino wall in the two Chinamen’s blood: SEND BILL TO THE GUARDIANS!
The cross-hairs from a Nightforce NXS 8-32×56 Scope focused center mass on “The Handsome Half-breed” Shadowlove’s chest. The cross-hairs from a Nightforce NXS 8-32×56 Scope showed “The Handsome Half-breed” Shadowlove bowing his head and raising his arms straight out to his side, as if, being crucified on a cross. And on the third day, Jesus, wept! And knowing that arrogant sonivabitch, he is no doubt playing at the same time, “PERSONAL JESUS” by Depeche Mode on the Bose® (product placement) SoundTouch® (product placement) indoor/outdoor surround sound system!
I salute my Guardian Angel then ran and baseball slid over the hood of the dark green 1974 Ford Ranchero and hopped into the driver's side and fired her up. The dark green 1974 Ford Ranchero went about a 1000 yards down the road from The White Lotus Hotel & Casino or whatever it’s being called these days, Little China, in the Chinatown district of City Hollow. I hit the brakes as we all saw Ms. Miyamoto walking down the middle of the street.
“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.
My Guardian Angel, on this and on all my wired assed road trips, and personal bodyguard/valet and “Fashionista Sensei”, Ms Miyamoto, the simply ravishing femme fatale temptress, exuding fantastic supermodel energy, was walking with a stiff, erect, and apparently arrogant and conceited "Strut" down the middle of the street in Little China in the Chinatown district of City Hollow coming towards the dark green 1974 Ford Ranchero. She was wearing Ghillie Suit style of camouflage clothing designed to resemble the background environment of Little China, in the Chinatown district of City Hollow and carrying a .300 Winchester Magnum Sniper Rifle with a Nightforce NXS 8-32×56 Scope.
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. She handed the 300 Winchester Magnum Sniper Rifle with a Nightforce NXS 8-32×56 Scope to Nightmare. Then she stripped off the Ghillie Suit and hands it to Preecha Kamon. She revealed her attractively well-proportioned, slim, trim, toned body built for sin encased is in a form-fitting camouflaged Under Armor Sports Bra and camouflaged pants with camouflaged combat boots. DAY-UM!
Preecha and Nightmare did a double-take as she uses her Bushidō catlike precision and seductively glides through the passenger side window of the dark green 1974 Ford Ranchero over Bonnie Blue and sat right next to me. She cradled up next to me and starts caressing my muscular chest with her fingers. With all the band back together again, I punch the gas pedal on the dark green 1974 Ford Ranchero with my Genuine American Alligator Classic Bit Loafer and drove off under the speed limit out of Little China in the Chinatown district of City Hollow and headed back to The Sloshed Pit.
All I could think of while driving back to The Sloshed Pit was, “You owe me big-time Polar Phantasm! And it’s payback time this Sunday Night at Beachmania!”
Back at The Guardians Command Center, The Polar Phantasm and Alex Richards were high fiving and hugging each other in a Mission. . . Accomplished style gesture. (Get a room, dudes, get a room!)
THIS IS THE END, MY ONLY FRIEND. . . THE END!
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LOVE, WHATEVER THAT IS?
Series conceived by Alex Richards, Bonnie Blue and the Polar Phantasm
Series directed by the Polar Phantasm
Episode III: Trim the White Lotus
Episode written by: SHADOWLOVE
'The Guardians' created by Bonnie Blue, Jay Omega and the Polar Phantasm
(Come home soon, Spaceman.)
[(c) United Championship Infinite 2016. All rights reserved.]
BEVERLY HILLS HOTEL
PENTHOUSE SUITE
Located on the 14th floor of the Beverly Wing of the world's most iconic Beverly Hills Hotel, best known for hosting Hollywood royalty, rock stars, and other celebrities from the sports entertainment business, The Penthouse Suite offered a magnificent panoramic view of luscious 12 acres filled with tropical gardens, exotic flowers and the famous palm-tree lined pool, complete with private cabanas and underwater music. “The Handsome Half-breed” Shadowlove stands in front stands front of a Italian Calacatta Marble dual vanity preparing for a nice and quiet romantic evening. He wipes away the condensation accumulating on the mirror and stares at his reflection. He’s stripped to the waist with a stark white plush Salvatore Ferragamo Egyptian Cotton Bath Towel wrapped around his waist while showing off the upper body of a Greek God, with washboard abs, and swishing around a Mint Julep mixed with primarily Wild Turkey Rare Breed Bourbon made for Japan, sugar water, shaved ice, and fresh mint, shaken, not stirred, poured in a Highball glass, in his mouth. He squeezes some Theodent Whitening Crystal Mint toothpaste onto a Vantablack Reinast Luxury Toothbrush and starts brushing his teeth and rinses with the Mint Julep mixed with primarily Wild Turkey Rare Breed Bourbon made for Japan, sugar water, shaved ice, and fresh mint, shaken, not stirred, poured in a Highball glass, as his mouthwash.
He catches the reflection of his personal bodyguard/valet and “Fashionista Sensei”, Ms. Miyamoto, in the mirror adjusting the water in the shower to make it more hot and steamy. The simply ravishing femme fatale temptress looking amazing with her raven black hair looking totally sleek and layered down to the middle of her back. Her attractively well-proportioned, slim, trim, toned body built for sin is dressed for success in a matching stark white plush Salvatore Ferragamo Egyptian Cotton Bath Towel wrapped around her torso.
As if things weren't hot and steamy already, Shadowlove shakes his head in a contemptuous manner pondering what everyone else is pondering, “Not bad for being the new, improved, uncrowded “INFERIOR” World Champion, eh? Sometimes, you just got to live a little Shadow!”
A "24" CTU Ringtone sounds from a Inmarsat IsatPhone 2 Satellite Phone somewhere inside the Penthouse Suite. Ms. Miyamoto slow-motion runs out of the bathroom to pick up the phone call.
In the shower, Shadowlove first uses a Molton Brown Re-charge Black Pepper SPORT 4-in-1 Body Wash, L’Occitane’s Almond Shower scrub, and Cell Dynamic Bio‑Electric Buff by NuBo for a thorough cleansing of his embodiment of physicality. He chooses Philip B Russian Amber Imperial Revitalizing Shampoo, wash, rinse, and repeat, for getting rid of the grit and grime that can weigh down and flatten his classic masculine razor-textured, choppy finished dark brown hair.
Ms. Miyamoto returns removing her matching stark white plush Salvatore Ferragamo Egyptian Cotton Bath Towel wrapped around her torso and joins Shadowlove inside the shower.
Shadowlove’s low dusky voice rings out fully, with all charm and charisma that one can muster, mister:
SHADOWLOVE: Who was on the phone?. . .
Ms. Miyamoto steps in between Shadowlove and the running water. The water cascades down her body and slicking back her raven black hair. Her sweet as honey, harmoniously hypnotizing, smooth as silk, smoky voice radiating through her alluring lips:
MS. MIYAMOTO: Yorokobi. . . Watashi no ai, bijinesu no mae ni. . .
INDEED! The first rule of “The Handsome Half-breed” Shadowlove: PLEASURE ALWAYS BEFORE BUSINESS MON AMI! The bathroom fogs up leaving you all left to your imagination. (Both hands on the keyboard, you pervs!)
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THE BUSINESS BEFORE PLEASURE
Word around Hollywood and on the mean streets of the City of Angels, Los Angeles, My City, was that Cameron Bankston, Jr., better known as The Polar Phantasm, was searching for The Dynamic Duo in order to deliver an important message and/or make some kind of business proposition. Fancy that! Well, Junior, did indeed come to the right place but was it at the wrong time? After all, Hollywood was, and will always be, the place where dreams really do come true, but more likely than not, where nightmares really do come to fruition.
One of the oldest living “Legend In Your Own Mind” traditions passed down from generation to generation, well as far back as earlier today when word got out that someone was looking for him, anyways, was that when visiting the City of Angels, Los Angeles, My City, you take the chill out of the air by making the “tourist” take in the City of Angels sights and the sounds. To not do so is not only a crime against the laws of sanity, especially this week with Beachmania this Sunday Night, but also shows a total lack of respect for the glitz and glamor for the Hollywood scene. And not seeing Grauman's ostentatiously rich and luxurious Chinese Theater is like visiting China and not seeing The Great Wall. This awe-inspiring Chinese Theater has been one of the most iconic cornerstones of Hollywood and the sports entertainment business for as long as one can remember walking along the historic Hollywood Walk of Fame.
Grauman's Chinese Theater was an amazing sight to see with two enormously huge coral red columns ascending upwards some 100 feet high and topped by wrought iron masks holding aloft the bronze roof. Between the two enormously huge coral red columns was a 30-foot high dragon carved from stone and guarding the theatre’s entrance are the two original giant Heaven Dogs brought from China. Guarded by its 40-foot high curved walls and copper-topped turrets, Grauman's Chinese Theater’s legendary forecourt serves as an oasis to the stars of yesterday and today in the sports entertainment business. Ten-foot tall lotus-shaped fountains and intricate artistry flank the footprints of some of Hollywood’s most elite and welcome its visitors into the magical world of fantasy and whim known as “The Handsome Half-breed” Shadowlove.
Your favorite modern day charismatic and charming, egotistical, narcissistic, politically incorrect, felicitating, self-righteous, second-generation megalomaniac and apex predator, "The Handsome Half-breed" Shadowlove, with his classic masculine and modern mussed, razor-textured, choppy finished dark brown hair, showing off a fighter's face and an ice cold stare which radiants from his blue eyes, statuesquely stands posing like a fashion model on a catwalk. 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 Infamous Superstar's personal bodyguard/valet and “Fashionista Sensei”, Ms Miyamoto, the simply ravishing femme fatale temptress, taking her proper place as usual, cradled next to Shadowlove caressing his muscular chest with her fingers. 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 attractively well-proportioned, slim, trim, toned body built for sin encased in a form-fitting stark white sequin Mandarin dress with a French-cut up the side to her thigh and stark white Jimmy Choo stilettos.
She lowers her RayBan sunglasses down her perfectly flawless nose on her angelic looking face showing off her incandescent green eyes, scanning back and forth like The Terminator over the crowd of looky-loos, paparazzi, and the more than usual Chinese sightseers, then focuses on one particularly, strange, odd looking fellow making his way through the crowd towards them.
This very strange, odd Thomas looking fellow seemed kind of, and kind of not, familiar were it not for his cornball Hawaiian shirt, khaki shorts, knee-high black socks, and sandals. The closer he got, the older he looked under his porkpie hat and whiter he seemed to be. Well, sonivabitch, if it wasn't my chalkenger at Beachmania this Sunday Night, The Polar Phantasm himself, better known as Cameron Bankston, Jr.
The Polar Phantasm tipped his porkpie hat to Ms. Miyamoto. He removes his porkpie hat revealing his sweat drenched platinum hair and starts waving his porkpie hat back and forth to cool himself down. Polar found it kind of ironic that Shadowlove, and his personal bodyguard/valet Ms. Miyamoto would choose Grauman's Chinese Theater as a public meeting place, since rumor has it that Wo Hop To clan of the Chinese Triad used the theater as their base of operations to “legitimize” themselves when not extorting, money laundering, drug trafficking, prostituting, smuggling and counterfeiting goods such as music, video, and software as well as more tangible goods such as clothes, watches, and money.
Polar removes a folded in half slip of paper from the hatband of his porkpie hat and shakes Shadowlove’s hand. He slipped Shadowlove the folded in half slip of paper with a sleight of hand manipulation to conclude his business transaction. He slips his porkpie hat back on, tips it to Ms. Miyamoto, and moves on about his merry way. A malevolent, tight wolfish, whiplash smile, slowly appearing on Shadowlove's lips showing off perfectly white even teeth in a “Wrestling is my business, and business is good.” shit-eating grin without reading the slip of paper and knowing that he will be facing The Polar Phantasm this Sunday Night at Beachmania.
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THE HITCHHIKER'S GUIDE TO ORIGAMI
By the light of the beat-up antique looking jukebox inside The Guardians Chicagoland HQ, The Sloshed Pit, The Dynamic Duo knew that this meeting will go down as one of, if not the craziest things that “The Handsome Half-breed Shadowlove has ever done in his entire career. To have a meet and greet with The Polar Phantasm and the rest of The Guardians was ludicrous enough, even by his standards, but to have this historic meet and greet before his Match with The Polar Phantasm this Sunday Night at Beachmania was just plain old Maddog crazy. The Dynamic Duo already knew all full well of the friction between The Guardians and The Syndicate. The Dynamic Duo have heard all the stories and all the innuendos being bandied around back and forth over how both The Guardians and The Syndicate were vying for control not only of City Hollow but also the United Championship Infinite in a classic case of a good versus evil scenario that can last till the end of time.
The United Championship Infinite has The Guardians on one side of the fence and The Syndicate on the other side of the fence, and then there is that wild card, if you will, who skirts both sides of the fence all too well, that “Private” Contractor, himself, “The Handsome Half-breed” Shadowlove standing right smack down in the center of the midnight garden of good and evil. God, not “The God”, but A God, help us all! If The Syndicate was considered Adam in this saga, and The Guardians were considered Eve in this saga, it made perfectly good sense that “The Handsome Half-breed” Shadowlove would be considered The Snake. Can The Polar Phantasm and The Guardians really trust “The Handsome Half-breed” Shadowlove this week with their match looming very heavily this Sunday Night at Beachmania?
In order for The Polar Phantasm to defeat “The Handsome Half-breed Shadowlove at Beachmania, The Polar Phantasm will have to break every single law, every single belief, every single reputation that he and The Guardians have built inside The United Championship Infinite. Is The Polar Phantasm willing to play by the rules of The Guardians Intergalactic Space-Time Continuum Treaty? Or can The Polar Phantasm step into what some might consider “The Vortex Of Violence” black hole of The Guardians Intergalactic Space-Time Continuum Treaty and defeat “The Handsome Half-breed” Shadowlove in the squared-circle this Sunday Night at Beachmania?
Shadowlove and his personal bodyguard/valet Ms. Miyamoto sensed The Guardians presence entering their Chicagoland HQ, The Sloshed Pit, even before The Guardians sensed The Dynamic Duo posing like fashion models on a catwalk in front of a beat-up antique old jukebox. His ice-cold stare, which radiants from his blue eyes on his chiseled fighter's face, followed The Guardians, The Polar Phantasm, Bonnie Blue, Alex Richards, Preecha Kamon and Nightmare, taking their seats around a table in the middle of this shit-hole. Shadowlove scans the array of songs on the beat-up antique jukebox and presses, D.D.3., since the T was missing.
“THE ECSTASY OF GOLD” by Ennio Morricone starts to play on the Bose® (product placement) SoundTouch® (product placement) indoor surround sound system inside the Sloshed Pit.
Your favorite modern day charismatic and charming, egotistical, narcissistic, politically incorrect, felicitating, self-righteous, second-generation megalomaniac and apex predator, "The Handsome Half-breed" Shadowlove, with his classic masculine and modern mussed, razor-textured, choppy finished dark brown hair, showing off a fighter's face and an ice cold stare which radiants from his blue eyes, makes his way towards The Guardians table and grabbing a chair as he walks by another table. 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 Infamous Superstar's personal bodyguard/valet and “Fashionista Sensei”, Ms. Miyamoto, the simply ravishing femme fatale temptress, follows a few steps behind him and staying ever vigilant about their surroundings. 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 to go along with her body built for sin encased in the most iconic Black Montsuki & Forest Green Seven Deep-pleated Hakama. The pleats are said to represent the seven virtues of Bushidō, considered essential to the samurai way.
Shadowlove throws an Origami designed, the slip of paper handed to him by The Polar Phantasm back in L.A., in the shape of a White Lotus on to the center of The Guardians table. Only noticeable to the naked eye, The Guardians jump a little in their seats but remain Ryan Gosling cool. Shadowlove sits down straddling the backwards chair as a malevolent, tight wolfish, whiplash smile, slowly appearing on his lips showing off perfectly white even teeth in a “I believe that we need no introduction?” shit-eating grin.
SHADOWLOVE: You “Heroes” must be really knee-deep into some heavy shit if you have me sitting across your table?. . .
Everyone at the table knew all full well why this meet and greet was taking place. It wasn't for the Match between Shadowlove and The Polar Phantasm this Sunday Night at Beachmania. This meet and greet was about the assassination of luchador Refuerzo del Oro, better known as “Latin King” Diego Garcia. Garcia has become quite the community activist as of late in the shades of Martin Luther King in some circles and Ernesto "Che" Guevara in other circles when mixing religion and politics in City Hollow. The only outcome of Garcia’s activism was quite predictable, when you start ruffling feathers in City Hollow, you end up dying from a diet full of lead.
BONNIE BLUE: The deeper and deeper that we’ve investigated the assassination of luchador Refuerzo del Oro, the more and more that y’all names have been poppin’ up. . .
Shadowlove starts to laugh knowing that when there is any sort of trouble around, his name is usually the first to pop-up into the equation. Allah Akbar and all that profiling, nonsense. The Polar Phantasm will find that out soon enough this Sunday Night at Beachmania. He starts to rise up from his seat when The Polar Phantasm intervenes and slides a manila envelope across the table towards Shadowlove.
THE POLAR PHANTASM: $20,000!. . .
Shadowlove’s eyebrows narrow as he looks from the manila envelope then towards The Polar Phantasm. He’s thinking that his services are worth more that 20 grand, “You Guardians are cheap bastards. But lucky for you, Bonnie Blue’s captivated my attention, you sumbitches.” Shadowlove winks at Bonnie Blue. Bonnie blushes. The Polar Phantasm slides another manila envelope across the table towards Shadowlove. The manila envelope comes to a stop next to the first envelope.
Bonnie Blue: $20,000 × 2!. . .
THE POLAR PHANTASM: That's the price on your heads!. . .
BONNIE BLUE: Whatever y’all know, it's important enough for someone to put a contract out of both of y’all. . .
THE POLAR PHANTASM: We haven't figured out the who, the what, the where, the when, the why, or the how. But. . .
Shadowlove thinks of the only two people that he has ruffled feathers with as of late were Howie Black and David Sanchez. And being that this meeting was taking place somewhere in downtown City Hollow in this shit-hole and not in some bug eater kowtow town in Nebraska, Shadowlove looks at the viewing audience at home, double raises his eyebrows, and refocuses his attention back on Bonnie Blue as he sits back down.
BONNIE BLUE: There has been a lot of speculation about the details surrounding Refuerzo del Oro’s assassination. All assassinations are driven by a severe dislike and aggression towards som’one or som’thin’. But the real question is, how much of this is symptomatic of David Sanchez and The Syndicate’s own extreme dislikes and prejudiceness against the both of y’all? No one knows f’sure!. . .
THE POLAR PHANTASM: It could be that when David Sanchez and The Syndicate are in the presence of those who are more knowledgeable and more revolutionary in this organization like the both of you, their own emotional instabilities seem to have been trying to come to fruition. That’s our best guess at the moment about David Sanchez and The Syndicate. . .
Shadowlove knows this feeling all too well with all the pride and prejudices and exaggerated restrictions of all the zombies out there, like David Sanchez and the rest of the band of unimportance in The Syndicate. Especially, when it becomes so emotionally unbearable for David Sanchez and the rest of the band of unimportance in The Syndicate when being reminded of his and her own imperfections coming to fruition by experiencing the perfection that is the personification of The Dynamic Duo. He knows David Sanchez and the rest of the band of unimportance in The Syndicate’s feelings of discontent and resentfulness takes over the need, when wants, and desires, to destroy The Dynamic Duo, and for that matter, The Guardians, by trying to become even more stronger when attempting a hostile takeover of the United Championship Infinite.
THE POLAR PHANTASM: In the eyes of David Sanchez and The Syndicate, you and Ms. Miyamoto are a constant reminder to them of the personification of perfection. In their eyes, that is something totally unwelcome here in City Hollow, as well as something that is a totally unpleasant sight in and around the UCI. . .
BONNIE BLUE: What happens to a wrestler that is favored by others like a luchador like Refuerzo del Oro in the eyes of David Sanchez and The Syndicate? This personification of perfection ensures that yourself and your bodyguard/valet will be always hated not only in the eyes of David Sanchez and The Syndicate, but also by other wrestlers, as well as other organizations throughout your career until you two are takin’ a dirt-nap. . .
Shadowlove wouldn't have it any other way, after all, the United Championship Infinite is driven by the personification of perfection. David Sanchez and the rest of the band of unimportance in The Syndicate fear the isolation and rejection that can result from this organization's drive to avoid imperfection at all cost. Therefore, the closer that The Dynamic Duo become to being viewed as the personification of perfection, the more dangerous “The Handsome Half-breed” Shadowlove and his personal bodyguard/valet, Ms. Miyamoto lives will become here in the United Championship Infinite. Whether or not, David Sanchez and the rest of the band of unimportance in The Syndicate are perceived as the imperfection of impersonification; it is only when, and if, David Sanchez and the rest of the band of unimportance in The Syndicate are emotionally capable of his or her own imperfection of impersonification that their, deepest, darkest "Shadow" will create the greatest "Love" of all.
SHADOWLOVE: So, you “Heroes” are trying to narrow down who The Syndicate is in bed with when doing business not only here in City Hollow but also in the UCI? Well, eyewitness accounts, or what little eye witnesses that there were, claim that they saw quite a shit load of short looking Asian types in black suits piling out of a Nissan a few minutes before the assassination of luchador Refuerzo del Oro. And since all Asians look alike, you decided to come through Me to interrogate Ms. Miyamoto in order to narrow down your prime suspects in Southeast Asia? You “Heroes” couldn’t come up with The Triads from China or The Yakuza from Japan on your very own? Gezzus, was The Omega Man the brains of this outfit or what?. . .
Before anyone at the table can answer any of the questions, Ms. Miyamoto lowers her RayBan sunglasses down her perfectly flawless nose on her angelic looking face showing off her incandescent green eyes focuses on every one of The Guardians one by one, Preecha Kamon, Alex Richards, Nightmare, The Polar Phantasm, and zeroes in on Bonnie Blue. Ms. Miyamoto’s sweet as honey, harmoniously hypnotizing, smooth as silk, smoky voice radiating through her alluring lips; Shadowlove’s low dusky voice rings out fully, with all charm and charisma that one can muster, mister as he translates the Japanese:
MS. MIYAMOTO: Anata ga shitte iru hitsuyō ga arimasu yō ni, toraiado, yakuza, serubiamafia, soshite Roshia no Mafia wa,-shi horōde wa naku, Beikoku zendo dakedenaku, denryoku no tame ni sore o tatakatte kimashita. . .
SHADOWLOVE: As you must know, The Triad, The Yakuza, The Serbian Mafia, and The Russian Mafia have been battling it out for power not only in City Hollow but throughout the United States. . .
MS. MIYAMOTO: Beikoku wa seisai ya Beikoku de bijinesu o okonaukara sorera o kinshi suru muekina kokoromi de, naganen ni watatte, korera no soshiki o hyōteki ni shite imasu. Kokunaigai sekaijū no kōza ni jibun no shisan o tōketsu shiyou to shite iru koto mo dekimasu. . .
SHADOWLOVE: The United States have targeted these organizations for many years in a futile attempt to sanction and ban them from conducting business in the US. and abroad by trying to freeze their assets in accounts worldwide. . .
MS. MIYAMOTO: Kono shinwa wa, daitōryō no pen kara inkuga hōritsu ni sore ni shomei shita bunsho-jō de kansō shi hajimeta maedeatte mo shiwa o kaishi shimashita. Mottomo kyōryokuna yakuza Oyabun, subete no bosu no bosu wa, yakuza ga kite, naganen ni watatte gōhō-teki ni sonzai suru koto o kakunin shimasu 1 gyōshū konguromaritto ni subete no yakuza ihō bijinesu o michibiku yō ni torikunde kimashita. . .
SHADOWLOVE: This myth started to crumple even before the ink from The President’s pen started to dry on the documents signing it into law. The most powerful Yakuza Oyabun, the boss of all bosses, has been working to channel all Yakuza illegal businesses into one cohesive conglomerate that will ensure that the Yakuza exists legitimately for many years to come. . .
MS. MIYAMOTO: Yaku ichi-nen mae yakuza to toraiado-kan no subete ga totsuzen Yamaguchigumi-nai no fushin to fuman ni seichō shi, sū jū-nen ni watatte heiwa to han'ei o iji shi, ryōhō no shizoku no ma de, teikei ya tairitsu o henkō shi, Sumiyoshikai no Inagawa-kai no shizoku yakuza to Chūgoku no toraiado. . .
SHADOWLOVE: About a year ago everything between The Yakuza and The Triads changed, alliances and rivalries between both clans that maintained peace and prosperity for decades, suddenly grew into distrust and dissatisfaction within The Yamaguchi-gumi, The Sumiyoshi-kai, The Inagawa-kai clans of The Yakuza and The Chinese Triads. . .
MS. MIYAMOTO: Mottomo kyōryokuna yakuza Oyabun, subete no bosu no bosu wa, Inagawa-kai-han-nai no fuku shuryō ni yotte satsugai sa remashita. Uwasa ni yoru to, Nihon to Chūgoku-kei kara umare tako no Hāfu wa, chokkei yakuza to toraiado heiwa jōyaku no gōi ni hantai shite ita koto, sore o motte imasu. Kono Chūgokuchihō wa Burraku Kai-san no namae de ittekimashita!. . .
SHADOWLOVE: The most powerful Yakuza Oyabun, the boss of all bosses, was murdered by an underboss in the Inagawa-kai clan. Rumor has it that this Hāfu, born of Japanese and Chinese descent, was diametrically opposed to the Yakuza and Triad peace treaty agreement. This chūgoku went by the name of Burraku Kai-san!. . .
MS. MIYAMOTO: Gādian wa, Debiddo Sanchesu-san to shinjikēto wa, to beddo ni toraiado ya yakuza no izureka, matawa ryōhō aru hito o shiritai baai wa, anata ga shinakereba naranai subete wa, okane ni shitagatte kudasaidesu. Kono okane shōseki ga Debiddo Sanchesu-san to sono Chūgokuchihō, Burraku Kai-san no genkan ni migi no anata o michibikudearou koto wa machigaiarimasen!. . .
SHADOWLOVE: If The Guardians want to know who David Sanchez-san and The Syndicate are in bed with, either The Triads or The Yakuza, or both, all you have to do is follow the money. There is no doubt that this money trail will lead you right to the doorsteps of David Sanchez-san and that chūgoku, Burraku Kai-san!. . .
MS. MIYAMOTO: Burraku Kai-san wa yakuza to kao o sukuu koto ga dekiru yuiitsu no 2-tōri no hōhō ga arimasu. Saisho wa yubi-dzume o okonatte iru, kare wa saisho ni kare no fusei kōi no tame no kugyō to shazai no katachi to shite no kare no yubi o setsudan shinakereba narimasen. Shikashi, saiwaina koto ni, Burraku Kai-san no yōna fuku shuryō wa amarini mo tōku, nin'i no saranaru hōfuku kara jibun jishin dakedenaku, kare jishin no gyangu no menbā o oshimadarou kugyō to kare no fusei kōi no tame no shazai no nin'i no fōmu kara sakujo sa remasu!. . .
SHADOWLOVE: There are only two ways that Burraku Kai-san can save face with The Yakuza. The first is performing Yubitsume, he must first cut off his finger as a form of penance and apology for his wrongdoing. But, fortunately, an underboss like Burraku Kai-san is too far removed from any form of penance and apology for his wrongdoing that would spare any member of his own gang as well as himself from any further retaliation!. . .
MS. MIYAMOTO: Mottomo kyōryokuna yakuza Oyabun no ansatsu no tame ni, subete no bosu no bosu wa, nin'i no saranaru hōfuku kara jibun jishin dakedenaku, kare jishin no gyangu no menbā o oshimamasu nani no kugyō ya shazai wa sonzai shimasen! Burraku Kai-san wa kao o setsuyaku suru tame ni seppuku, gishiki no jisatsu no bijutsu o jikkō suru hitsuyō ga arimasu!. . .
SHADOWLOVE: For the assassination of the most powerful Yakuza Oyabun, the boss of all bosses, there will be no penance or apology that will spare any member of his own gang as well as himself from any further retaliation! Burraku Kai-san must perform the fine art of Seppuku, ritual suicide, in order to save face!
Ms. Miyamoto raises her RayBan sunglasses up her perfectly flawless nose on her angelic looking face with her middle finger.
Shadowlove pockets the two manila envelopes inside his black leather trench-coat and gets up from the backwards chair.
The Dynamic Duo ceremonially bows to The Guardians, with their arms at their sides and looking at each one of them.
Shadowlove starts walking out of The Sloshed Pit. Ms. Miyamoto walks a few steps behind him in full Terminator mode, targeting anyone for termination that gets way to close to “The Handsome Half-breed” Shadowlove as she observes the comings and goings inside this entire shit-hole, that is The Sloshed Pit.
THE POLAR PHANTASM: SHADOWLOVE, ARE YOU LOOKING FOR SOME PAYBACK?!
Bonnie Blue thinks if Shadowlove looks back at the table then even The Guardians have an Angel watching over them or he just might try to jump over this table as a sneak preview of his Match with The Polar Phantasm this Sunday Night at Beachmania?
Shadowlove looks over his shoulder at The Guardians and winks at Bonnie Blue. A malevolent, tight wolfish, whiplash smile, slowly appearing on his lips showing off perfectly white even teeth in a “I’m certifiable! But no way in hell, $20,000 × 2 certifiable! The Yakuza/Triad & The Guardians/The Syndicate war is worth more to my pretty little self than $20,000 × 2 and a blind date with Bonnie Blue!” shit-eating grin.
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IT’S PAYBACK TIME AND THE ONLY CURRENCY I GOTS IS MY WHIPLASH SMILE
Who would’ve thought that your your favorite modern day charismatic and charming, egotistical, narcissistic, politically incorrect, felicitating, self-righteous, second-generation megalomaniac and apex predator would be behind the wheel of a dark green 1974 Ford Ranchero heading towards The White Lotus Hotel & Casino or whatever it’s being called these days in Little China in the Chinatown district of City Hollow. I mean who would've thought that I would be dressed to the nines in a stark white Giorgio Armani Wall Street Wool and Cashmere Suit, with a stark white Salvatore Ferragamo Tonal Gancini Sport Shirt opened at the collar and a pair of Genuine American Alligator Classic Bit Loafers. And who would've thought that riding shotgun next to me would be the statuesque Bonnie Blue. “The Daughter of Time” herself would take your breath away any day of the week but tonight, with help from Ms. Miyamoto, she was dressed to kill in a Vantablack sequin dress with Vantablack Jimmy Choo stilettos.
Looking in the rear-view mirror, I can make out two silhouettes laying down in the cargo bed of the dark green 1974 Ford Ranchero. They were the rest of the Mötley Crew for tonight's adventure, The Polar Phantasm’s main squeeze and trained spy/assassin, Nightmare, and Preecha Kamon, the deaf ninja. Both were wearing, go figure, Ninja hoods with masks, Shinobi Ninjutsu Stealth Ninja Uniforms with Ninja Arm gauntlets, and black Karate pants, and Black Ninja Tabi Boots. The one thing that stuck in my mind was Bonnie Blue’s immortal words when giving the Mötley Crew their “pep” talk for this mission, “Hope you fellas like suicide missions?”
“Oh Shit” comes to mind when pulling the dark green 1974 Ford Ranchero to the front of The White Lotus Hotel & Casino or whatever it’s being called these days in Little China in the Chinatown district of City Hollow. The Guardians intel on The White Lotus Hotel & Casino or whatever it’s being called these days was quite the clusterfuck. It was sort of a homecoming for the Mötley Crew, The White Lotus Hotel & Casino or whatever it’s being called these days was in fact the United Championship Infinite’s old home, “The Warehouse”, with the middle “E” on the old neon blue sign flickering, thus spelling out, The “War-house.” I get out of the Ranchero, tipping the Chinese valet and telling him to keep the motor running. I walk around to the passenger side and open the door and hold my handout. Bonnie takes hold of my hand and seductively exits the vehicle, showing one muscular toned leg, then the other. Bonnie slides her arm through mine and head up into the main entrance of The White Lotus Hotel & Casino or whatever it’s being called these days.
At first glance upon entering this wonderful establishment, the psychedelic lighting inside The White Lotus Hotel & Casino or whatever it’s being called these days reminded me of the first time that I watched one of those Japanese Anime Videos as a little kid when I suffered a seizure.(That’s a story for another day.) Now I know my adrenaline is running on Overload, pun intended, and no doubt, Bonnie's was too, since being with me. That was probably because I was suffering one of those Japanese Anime seizures or it could be from being on this blind date with Bonnie Blue, then again, it was probably from all the slots, the poker machines, and the other gaming going on in this “fine” establishment?
That was when the first short, little asian, my guess Chinese, appeared out of nowhere, wearing a black suit and sunglasses. The Chinaman tells The Dynamic Duo 2.0, The Guardians version, “Jiàshǐ zhízhào jí hùzhào!”
Ms. Miyamoto's sweet as honey, harmoniously hypnotizing, smooth as silk, smoky voice radiating through her alluring lips replied in my earwig, “He wants your driver's license and passport.”
The short, little Chinaman wearing a black suit and sunglasses sure the hell was one very persistent fellow yelling a little more harshly at The Dynamic Duo 2.0, The Guardians Version, “Jiàshǐ zhízhào jí hùzhào!”
A malevolent, tight wolfish, whiplash smile, slowly appearing on my lips showing off perfectly white even teeth in a “Enter The Dragon meets Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon meets Kung-fu Panda 1, 2, and 3.” shit-eating grin.
The Polar Phantasm and Alex Richards watching from The Guardians Command Center watch a video feed from The White Lotus Hotel & Casino or whatever it’s being called these days sees Shadowlove reaching into his pocket and pulling out a sleek and slim Blu electronic cigarette pack and puts one of the electronic cigarettes in his mouth and puffs and blows out a vapor ring at the Chinaman. Two or three more Chinamen surround Shadowlove and Bonnie Blue. The Polar Phantasm and Alex Richards, simultaneously, whispers, “Oh, Fuck!”
Meanwhile back in The White Lotus Hotel & Casino or whatever it’s being called these days, I'm looking at the irate looking group of Chinamen numbering in in the teens, since I didn’t have an abacus handy to make an accurate count. I flick the Blu electronic cigarette into the face of the Chinaman and deliver a Bionic Elbow. The Chinaman just lived out his American Dream. Bonnie meanwhile savate kicked one Chinaman and Hurricanrana’s another. Impressive! The two Mötley Crew ninjas, Nightmare and Preecha Kamon, come crashing through a skylight and scared the bejesus out of me and Bonnie as they had some Chinese take-out of their own, if you will, by taking out take out the rest of the Chinese contingent before anyone could blink.
The scene starts turning into a scene right out of Big Trouble In Little China. Chinamen were flying all over the place. Bonnie, Nightmare, Preecha, and myself stopped and simultaneously said, “SHIT!”. We actually stopped and said, “Shit” over the irony that the gambling never seem to stop as the gamblers remain unphased and seemed to be more intent on gambling rather than our pier-sixer brawl with the Chinamen. Although, The Mötley Crew vs The Chinamen was getting 2-1 odds from The White Lotus Hotel & Casino or whatever it’s being called these days. Preecha actually took a detour and placed a bet.
We all made our way out of The White Lotus Hotel & Casino or whatever it’s being called these days after sending a message to David Sanchez and Burraku Kai on behalf of The Guardians (just remember that Sancho?). Two Chinamen came barreling out of The White Lotus Hotel & Casino or whatever it’s being called these days carrying Uzi 9 millimeters. The two Chinamen took aim.
CRACK!
The first echo sounded like it came from about 1,000 yards out as the first Chinaman’s head explodes into a red crimson gush of skull fragments and brain matter right before our very eyes.
CRACK!
The second echo sounded like it came from about 1,000 yards out in the same direction as the first shot as the second Chinaman’s chest explodes center mass into red crimson mist.
I watched Bonnie Blue write something on the White Lotus Hotel & Casino wall in the two Chinamen’s blood: SEND BILL TO THE GUARDIANS!
The cross-hairs from a Nightforce NXS 8-32×56 Scope focused center mass on “The Handsome Half-breed” Shadowlove’s chest. The cross-hairs from a Nightforce NXS 8-32×56 Scope showed “The Handsome Half-breed” Shadowlove bowing his head and raising his arms straight out to his side, as if, being crucified on a cross. And on the third day, Jesus, wept! And knowing that arrogant sonivabitch, he is no doubt playing at the same time, “PERSONAL JESUS” by Depeche Mode on the Bose® (product placement) SoundTouch® (product placement) indoor/outdoor surround sound system!
I salute my Guardian Angel then ran and baseball slid over the hood of the dark green 1974 Ford Ranchero and hopped into the driver's side and fired her up. The dark green 1974 Ford Ranchero went about a 1000 yards down the road from The White Lotus Hotel & Casino or whatever it’s being called these days, Little China, in the Chinatown district of City Hollow. I hit the brakes as we all saw Ms. Miyamoto walking down the middle of the street.
“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.
My Guardian Angel, on this and on all my wired assed road trips, and personal bodyguard/valet and “Fashionista Sensei”, Ms Miyamoto, the simply ravishing femme fatale temptress, exuding fantastic supermodel energy, was walking with a stiff, erect, and apparently arrogant and conceited "Strut" down the middle of the street in Little China in the Chinatown district of City Hollow coming towards the dark green 1974 Ford Ranchero. She was wearing Ghillie Suit style of camouflage clothing designed to resemble the background environment of Little China, in the Chinatown district of City Hollow and carrying a .300 Winchester Magnum Sniper Rifle with a Nightforce NXS 8-32×56 Scope.
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. She handed the 300 Winchester Magnum Sniper Rifle with a Nightforce NXS 8-32×56 Scope to Nightmare. Then she stripped off the Ghillie Suit and hands it to Preecha Kamon. She revealed her attractively well-proportioned, slim, trim, toned body built for sin encased is in a form-fitting camouflaged Under Armor Sports Bra and camouflaged pants with camouflaged combat boots. DAY-UM!
Preecha and Nightmare did a double-take as she uses her Bushidō catlike precision and seductively glides through the passenger side window of the dark green 1974 Ford Ranchero over Bonnie Blue and sat right next to me. She cradled up next to me and starts caressing my muscular chest with her fingers. With all the band back together again, I punch the gas pedal on the dark green 1974 Ford Ranchero with my Genuine American Alligator Classic Bit Loafer and drove off under the speed limit out of Little China in the Chinatown district of City Hollow and headed back to The Sloshed Pit.
All I could think of while driving back to The Sloshed Pit was, “You owe me big-time Polar Phantasm! And it’s payback time this Sunday Night at Beachmania!”
Back at The Guardians Command Center, The Polar Phantasm and Alex Richards were high fiving and hugging each other in a Mission. . . Accomplished style gesture. (Get a room, dudes, get a room!)
THIS IS THE END, MY ONLY FRIEND. . . THE END!
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LOVE, WHATEVER THAT IS?
Series conceived by Alex Richards, Bonnie Blue and the Polar Phantasm
Series directed by the Polar Phantasm
Episode III: Trim the White Lotus
Episode written by: SHADOWLOVE
'The Guardians' created by Bonnie Blue, Jay Omega and the Polar Phantasm
(Come home soon, Spaceman.)
[(c) United Championship Infinite 2016. All rights reserved.]
