Post by SHADOWLOVE on Feb 18, 2018 21:06:34 GMT
North East Okayama Prefecture On The Border Of Hyogo Prefecture, Japan, Present Day. . .
The following takes place sometime after defeating World Tag-team Champions, The Razzle Dazzlers of Fantazzmagazzles, Broski Jayden and Ricardo Frenches, in a meaningless non-title tag-team match along with Kendrick Kross on last week's Monday Bloody Monday, sometime before the events of this week's Fatal Four Way Match against said Kendrick Kross, Hung Gary, and a Mystery Opponent, and occur in real time sometime during the events of this week’s NBW Monday Bloody Monday inside The Five Tiered Hariuddoburondo Private Restaurant Nightclub Shinto Shrine and Casino Pagoda standing in the middle of the quaint little village of Miyamoto in Mimasaka, around the midnight hour. . .
Each one of the amazing Five Tiers of The Hariuddoburondo Private Restaurant Nightclub Shinto Shrine and Casino Pagoda represented The Godai, the five elements of Chi (Earth), Sui (Water), Ka (Fire), Fu (wind), and Ku (Void, Sky, or in some cases, Heaven). The bottom story of Chi (Earth) housed a fine dining Restaurant featuring the best in Far Eastern and Western cuisine from Five Star Executive Chef, Kalākaua Manumanu. The second story of Sui (Water) housed one of the hottest Nightclubs in all of Far East Asia. The third story of Ka (Fire) housed one of the lucrative Private Casinos for high-end clientele. The fourth story of Fu (Wind) housed one of the most awe-inspiring Shinto Shrine Museums in honor of an Honest-to-God, not The God, but A God known to both man and women. And the top story of Ku (Void, Sky, or in some cases, Heaven) housed one of, if not, the most powerful and dangerous Yakuza Oyabun, the boss of all bosses, in the world today.
Your favorite and most polarizing modern day charismatic and charming, egotistical, narcissistic, politically incorrect, felicitating, self-righteous, second-generation megalomaniac and apex predator, “The Handsome Half-breed” Shadowlove, was having a private family dinner with sweet and lovely Miyamoto, his Mother, and his Father and was seated on a stark white bleached ergonomically designed wicker curved chair surrounding a custom-made octagon shaped oak finished table centered in the middle of the private restaurant.
He was stripped to the waist showing off the upper body of a Greek God, with washboard abs, in a newly fresh and crisp custom-made Calvin Klein stark liquid white leather trench-coat with fringe along with his custom-made Calvin Klein crocodile skinned pants and custom-made Calvin Klein alligator skinned boots.
His low dusky voice rings out fully, with all the charm and charisma that one can muster, mister and gets down to the business of Monday Bloody Monday as he starts painting his masterpiece:
“ Fuck, me. . .”
The Infamous Superstar's Mother, Akasha, slaps her son on the back of the head in a “language young man” style gesture as she takes her seat on the a stark white bleached ergonomically designed wicker curved chair surrounding the custom-made octagon shaped oak finished table centered inside of the private restaurant.
Her sleek bob of salt and pepper sheared pointed ends slicked back behind her ears and a deep middle part with gelled back fringe showing off her white-hot, fiery red-hot, brilliantly passionate grey eyes of the devil hidden behind a pair of Vintage Revo sunglasses with uniquely shaped blue mirror h20 polarized lenses.
Her very slim, classic supermodel-like figure was encased in a very shamelessly decadent night out on the town sheer grey tulle embellished shimmering myriad of geometric crystal pattern cut just above the knee gown designed by Valentino and Christian Louboutin knee high suede platform boots.
She was sitting with her back straight in her signature “First Lady” slant with her ankles and legs together at an angle showing her modesty on the stark white bleached ergonomically designed wicker curved chair surrounding a custom-made octagon shaped oak finished table centered inside the private restaurant.
She gives her husband a “ Child, please! He does take after you.” style gesture look on her matriarch face. Her strong, ethereally supple, combination of sheer vulnerability and powerful voice:
“ I see that you two can't seem to keep yourselves out of trouble. So which one of you do we call trouble? And which one of you do we call maker? You both have been that way from the very beginning. People that think they fully understand the importance of the twistedness of innocence of your relationship, they would have to be totally familiar with both of you. There have been many people out there who seem to believe that you cannot have one without the other and that you are both have interwoven and intertwined yourselves into the fabric of society. This is the main reason why you both have become loved and hated by the NBW Hierarchy, every velveteen wrestler in the back behind the curtain, and the NBW Fandom any why all those other very jealous, very defensive, and very insecure people have always loved trying to come between your very loving and very passionate relationship. . .”
The Infamous Superstar's Father, the former three-time, three-time, World Television Champion, The Hollywood Blonde, gives his wife a “Child, please! He does take after you” style gesture as he takes a seat next to his wife on the stark white bleached ergonomically designed wicker curved chair surrounding the custom-made octagon shaped oak finished table centered inside the private restaurant.
He was dressed in a stark white Giorgio Armani Wall Street Wool and Cashmere Suit and his stark white Salvatore Ferragamo Tonal Gancini Sport Shirt opened at the collar and custom-made Genuine American alligator classic bit loafers.
His once mass of long blonde hair now turned platinum with age in a punk rocker hairstyle that still makes the ladies “rebel-yell” around the world showing off his aged to perfection tanned leathery chiseled face, his effervescent blue eyes, and world-famous lip snarl.
His voice of God, not "THE GOD", but, a God preaches a psalm to the choir, as if coming from the bottom of a well:
“ There is no denying that your relationship is a very highly volatile, very highly explosive, and very highly provocative on both a psychological and physical level for the NBW Hierarchy, every velveteen wrestler in the back behind the curtain, and the NBW Fandom. You both have strategically and scientifically used your self-destructive, self-righteous indignation and self-righteous indulgences of self-awareness that gives you great pleasure and even greater pain in knowing that without our blood flowing through your veins with the power, the knowledge, and the wisdom of your condescending confidence and antagonistic arrogance and ruthlessly manipulative and unscrupulous influential psychological mindset toughness outside of the squared-circle and an all-around, well-balanced physiological skillset toughness inside of the squared-circle while oozing God-given laissez-faire attitude and Hollywood Blockbuster Superstar Fashion Model Machismo, that there would be no delight in torturing this organization in various subtle ways, and exuberantly and triumphantly sacrificing yourself when it suits our sweet and lovely Miyamoto for the greater good. . .”
His sweet and lovely personal bodyguard/valet and femme fatale temptress, “The Fashionista Sensei” Miss Miyamoto, seemed to mysteriously be conjuring up a mystical spell over him just by her mere presence as she was in her proper place against his muscular body and moving very little, never turning her head, or revealing any kind of expression that gives the viewing audience at home a clue as to her innermost thoughts with the exception of a very sharp and penetrating affection and devilishly delicious, malevolent and pleasurable, mischievously smile coming from her very luscious and very alluring lips while caressing his muscular chest with her fingers.
Her raven black hair was pulled back in a French braid showing off her angelic face as she lowers her iconic Ray-Ban Wayfarer sunglasses down her perfectly flawless nose on her angelic looking face, showing off her intoxicating and incandescent almond shaped green eyes.
Her attractively well-proportioned, slim, trim, toned body built for sin encased in a form-fitting shimmering silver and Vantablack Mandarin sequin dress with a French-cut up the side to her thigh designed by Stella McCartney and Vantablack Jimmy Choo stilettos.
She was sitting with her back straight in her signature “First Lady” slant with her ankles and legs together at an angle showing her modesty on the stark white bleached ergonomically designed wicker curved chair surrounding a custom-made octagon shaped oak finished table centered inside the restaurant.
Her sweet as honey, harmoniously hypnotizing, smooth as silk, smoky voice radiating through her very luscious and very alluring lips:
“ Indeed. It has been said countless of times by the NBW Hierarchy, every velveteen wrestler in the back behind the curtain, and the NBW Fandom that my love only loves no one but himself, that he is without sympathetic pity and concern for the sufferings or misfortunes of others, that he is without the quality of being friendly, generous, and considerate, that he is without any kind of remorse and forgiveness shown toward someone whom is within his power to punish, harm and destroy. . .”
She runs her fingers seductively along his chiseled chin along his bowed head so that her intoxicatingly, incandescent almond shaped green eyes meets his occidental sparkling blue eyes in a way that showed a fondness for causing trouble in a very playful way.
“ Bonnie Blue and Vincent Pryde-san would definitely beg to differ, they've shown that they've never had the proper understanding of the code of jingi, justice and duty, and the code of giri, burden of obligation, when showing undying honor, respect, and loyalty for the NBW Hierarchy, every velveteen wrestler in the back behind the curtain, and the NBW Fandom. . .”
Her very luscious and very alluring lips barely touching his chiseled dimpled cheek as they reach his lips. You can almost feel an aura of seductively handsome cold-hearted psychopathic electricity between the two as they become one with their warm, loving, passionate kiss.
“ Their goal has been to try to capture the very imagination of the current marketplace in order to live long, survive and prosper in this organization. However, in order to capture the very imagination of the current marketplace, The Insurgency and Vincent Pryde-san both have to accomplish this in such a way that your marketplace isn't being taken down and destroyed in the process. . .”
There was that extra special something, something about hearing her silky, smoky voice radiating through her very luscious and very alluring lips after their warm, loving, passionate kiss knowing that she was all business.
“ The Harbingers accomplished this by showing everyone in this organization that The Insurgency and Vincent Pryde-san weren't untouchable with our very subtle, indirect, and low-key approach response when completely drawing the very imagination of the current growing marketplace. What really should've been avoided was, and is, an all out war with The Harbingers. The Insurgency and Vincent Pryde-san learned firsthand by paying the price for their attacks on this organization with the quickest and most aggressive response of retaliation from The Harbingers and leaving this marketplace wanting some more. . .”
He cranes his head and his patented malevolent, tight wolfish, whiplash smile, slowly appearing on his lips showing off perfectly white even teeth on his chiseled fighter's face in a “ That's why they call me, The Face Of The Franchise, The Whole F'N Show, Mr. NBW, or whatever expletive that you want to put in front of my name whiplash smile that just charms the hell out of everyone in this organization” flamboyant, stylistic supermodel deus ex machina shit-eating grin.
“ We didn't waste our time with meaningless battles, we looked our enemies straight into their eyes and grabbed these snakes in the grass by their necks and simply squeezed just long enough for them to receive our warning and just simply let go. The Harbingers launched a head-on, no-holds-barred, direct attack against The Insurgency, and now, this war will spillover among the popcorn, the vomit, the blood and the beer of everyone else in this organization. This war will gradually reduce the strength and effectiveness of The Insurgency and everyone else in this organization and will end up being very costly for everyone involved. The innocence shouldn't be made to suffer. . .”
A porcelain skinned Geisha wearing a Shimada-styled nihongami wig and a formal black kimonos, with her obi tied in the taiko style, approaches the foursome carrying a polished wooden serving tray with a four count stack of a custom round stainless polymeric rubber coasters, ice cold sweet tea poured into 2 earthen cups, ice cold coconut water poured into a coconut with a little pink umbrella, a traditional Cuban Highball Mojito, mixed white rum, sugar cane juice, lime juice, sparkling water, and mint, shaken, not stirred, poured in a Collins glass, and traditionally, formally, and ceremonially bows towards them.
“ Uncovering and capitalizing on The Insurgency’s strengths and weaknesses requires a very deep understanding of their overall strategies, capabilities, thoughts, and actions inside and outside of the squared-circle, as well as fully understanding your self-destructive, self-righteous indignation and self-righteous indulgences of self-awareness that gives you great pleasure and even greater pain in knowing that without our blood flowing through your veins with the power, the knowledge, and the wisdom of your condescending confidence and antagonistic arrogance and ruthlessly manipulative and unscrupulous influential psychological mindset toughness outside of the squared-circle and an all-around, well-balanced physiological skillset toughness inside of the squared-circle while oozing God-given laissez-faire attitude and Hollywood Blockbuster Superstar Fashion Model Machismo. . .”
The Geisha places the ice cold sweet tea poured into 2 earthen cups on 2 of custom round stainless polymeric rubber coasters in front of his Mother and his sweet and lovely Miyamoto, the ice cold coconut water poured into a coconut with a little pink umbrella on the 3rd custom round stainless polymeric rubber coaster in front of him, and places the traditional Cuban Highball Mojito, mixed white rum, sugar cane juice, lime juice, sparkling water, and mint, shaken, not stirred, poured in a Collins glass down on the 4th custom round stainless polymeric rubber coaster in front of his Father and quickly disappears back into the darkness of the private restaurant.
“ It is also very important to understand the overall competitive nature and weaknesses happening in and around you in order to have a feel for your opponent or opponents inside and outside of the squared-circle. Insurgency has an idea of who you are but they do not fully understand whom you are inside and outside of the squared-circle and that has kept every one of your competitors from utilizing any kind of stereotypical bigger-than-life strategies against you inside and outside of the squared-circle. . .”
His sweet and lovely Miyamoto takes a very womanly sip from her ice cold sweet tea poured into a earthen cup.
" You have fully exploited a deceptive awareness about yourself before it ever happened or ever existed inside and outside of the squared-circle with blinding speed and precision. Your movements inside and outside of the squared-circle with speed and precision does not mean that you have done anything throughout your career with excessive speed and urgency when making a hurriedly fashion statement inside and outside of the squared-circle without some sort of knowledgeably whimsical behavioral preparation. Preparation is everything in the sports entertainment business. . .”
His sweet and lovely Mother takes a very womanly sip from her ice cold sweet tea poured into a earthen cup.
“ To think through and understand the potential competitive reactions of your self-destructive, self-righteous indignation and self-righteous indulgences of self-awareness that gives you great pleasure and even greater pain in knowing that without our blood flowing through your veins with the power, the knowledge, and the wisdom of your condescending confidence and antagonistic arrogance and ruthlessly manipulative and unscrupulous influential psychological mindset toughness outside of the squared-circle and an all-around, well-balanced physiological skillset toughness inside of the squared-circle while oozing God-given laissez-faire attitude and Hollywood Blockbuster Superstar Fashion Model Machismo is very essential as well. . .”
His Father takes a very healthy sip from his the traditional Cuban Highball Mojito, mixed white rum, sugar cane juice, lime juice, sparkling water, and mint, shaken, not stirred, poured in a Collins glass
“ The Harbingers have strategically gained control over New Blood Wrestling and have begun to shape the NBW Hierarchy, every velveteen wrestler in the back behind the curtain, and the NBW Fandom into your image and will make The Insurgency conform to your willpower. You have changed the rules of engagement by making your competition conform to your commitment to excellence by any means necessary. You took complete control of New Blood Wrestling from The Insurgency and out of the hands of Vincent Pryde by putting this organization in Corey Bull, Kevin Bishop, and your hands. You three have very strategically and very skillfully formed this Unholy Alliance by limiting the very thoughts and very actions of everyone in this organization. . .”
He takes a very healthy sip from his the ice cold coconut water poured into a coconut with a little pink umbrella, that is a very rich source of potassium, manganese, magnesium, folate, calcium, selenium and is very beneficial to his muscular body of a Greek God, with his pinky finger sticking out.
“ It takes a special kind of persona to maximize and implement this strategic commitment to excellence by any means necessary and bring out our tremendously preferred potential of the NBW Hierarchy, every velveteen wrestler in the back behind the curtain, and the NBW Fandom. Corey Bull is The Harbinger of Hate, Kevin Bishop is The Harbinger of Black Death, and I am The Harbinger of Seductive Handsomeness. And together, We, The Harbingers, are very knowledgeable, very intelligent, very wholehearted, very compassionate, and very determined to bring the most everlasting success out of everyone in this organization. If not, then, We, The Harbingers, will motherfucking terminate each and everyone of you with extreme prejudice. . .”
A porcelain skinned Geisha wearing a Shimada-styled nihongami wig and a formal black kimonos, with her obi tied in the taiko style, approaches the foursome carrying a polished wooden serving tray with the most decadent and expensive hors d’oeuvres, Almas Iranian Caviar, an intensely nutty and creamy tasting white fish eggs, served on Russian blini, a buckwheat flour pancake, and traditionally, formally, and ceremonially bows towards them.
“ Well, you're doing what you've been born to do best, now aren't you? After all, you've become quite the acquired taste as this favorite and most polarizing modern day charismatic and charming, egotistical, narcissistic, politically incorrect, felicitating, self-righteous, second-generation megalomaniac and apex predator by just being you. The NBW Hierarchy, every velveteen wrestler in the back behind the curtain, and the NBW Fandom should realize that you didn't join New Blood Wrestling on your own volition and this NBW/Syfy merger inheritance was very lucky enough to land your very exclusive family-friendly UCI contracts that expire in May, unless of course, our sweet and lovely Miyamoto and yourself opt out for free agency due to Spencer Adams-san's breach of contract or Mr. Pryde starts negotiations on two long-term New Blood Wrestling contracts beforehand. . .”
The Geisha places the most decadent and expensive hors d’oeuvres, Almas Iranian Caviar, an intensely nutty, creamy tasting white fish eggs, served on Russian blini, a buckwheat flour pancakes, down on the center of custom-made octagon shaped oak finished table and quickly disappears back into the darkness of the private restaurant.
“ You made Vincent Pryde almost creme pie his pants when he lucked into the one person that has been feared by not one, not two, but three organizations in sports entertainment business. The drunken owner didn't comprehend the diamond in the rough. The owner that was in over his head knew what he had but couldn't handle your greatness after you ironically defeated your stablemate and arch-rival Kevin Bishop and sent his UCI World Heavyweight Champion Preecha Kamon into hiding. And now, that current shady and sleazy old school owner that just saw his life flash before his eyes when he saw you become one of the new and improved central foundational cornerstones in the birth, growth, development, and preservation of New Blood Wrestling just by the mere presence of being the silver-tongued devil that draws just as much fan applause and just as much fan heat equally from everyone in this organization like your reputation has been known for doing in the sports entertainment business. . .”
He places one of the most decadent and expensive hors d’oeuvres, Almas Iranian Caviar, an intensely nutty, creamy tasting white fish eggs, served on Russian blini, a buckwheat flour pancake, into his mouth and the look that appears on his face is priceless, it's the look that Commissioner Lamarche had when he resigned and when Vincent Pryde resigned to the fact that no one controls "The Handsome Half-breed” Shadowlove and his sweet and lovely “Fashionista Sensei” Miss Miyamoto except "The Handsome Half-breed” Shadowlove and his sweet and lovely “Fashionista Sensei” Miss Miyamoto.
“ Was there really beyond any shadow of a doubt that the NBW Hierarchy, every velveteen wrestler in the back behind the curtain, and the NBW Fandom would see me in this Fatal Four Way Match to face, how ironic, NBW World Heavyweight Champion and member of the very esteemed and preeminent stable, The Harbingers, Corey Bull at Belated Bloody Valentines? After all, there isn't anyone in this organization that influences and manipulates merchandise sales, anti-social media, and everyone's psychological and physiological skillset inside and outside of the squared-circle more than yours truly. . .”
His sweet and lovely Miyamoto places one of the most decadent and expensive hors d’oeuvres, Almas Iranian Caviar, an intensely nutty, creamy tasting white fish eggs, served on Russian blini, a buckwheat flour pancake, into her mouth and swallows it with no problems.
“ Lucious Starr-san, have you been paying attention to what has been currently happening in New Blood Wrestling lately? If you play your cards right and sit back and enjoy the show, then instead of being Vincent Pryde-san’s Number Two ass kisser, pardon my French, while circling the bowl and hoping down you go too, then you can come out of this shining bright like the Tidy Bowl Man by become the Head Honcho Supreme of New Blood Wrestling. If not, then. . .”
He looks at his sweet and lovely Miyamoto with a look that says, “Day-um!” Then, he looks at his sweet and lovely Mother with that same look that says, “Day-um!” because he knows that he won't be able to get that image out of his head anytime soon.
“ Then you’ll end up like Thee Commissioner and Thee CEO of NBW by looking like some Mop and Bucket Brigadier named Hung Gary. Hungary, Shadow? You mean that bum fight dude in that vid with Lucy Starr that’s been making the rounds with the NBW Hierarchy, every velveteen wrestler in the back behind the curtain, and the NBW Fandom? Indeed, Shadow. Hung Gary for Lucy in the Uranus Starr with Diamonds? Geezus, geezus. . .”
His sweet and lovely Mother places one of the most decadent and expensive hors d’oeuvres, Almas Iranian Caviar, an intensely nutty, creamy tasting white fish eggs, served on Russian blini, a buckwheat flour pancake, into her mouth and swallows it with no problems as well.
“ This sure does sound like one classy organization that you two are doing business in these days. Do you remember when all you needed to do was show up with just your wrestling gear and have me on your arm and didn't need a tetanus shot before you entered the squared-circle?. . .”
His Father places one of the most decadent and expensive hors d’oeuvres, Almas Iranian Caviar, an intensely nutty, creamy tasting white fish eggs, served on Russian blini, a buckwheat flour pancake, into his mouth and downs it like a man with hair on his chest.
“ Sure do, dawlin’. These skid row bums shouldn't be taken too lightly though, they’re probably making more money than half the roster does in the NBW. I wouldn't be surprised if Lucious Starr had this dumpster diver chained up outside of Mickey D’s somewhere getting hopped up on the smells of their extra value meals and getting him pumped up like he was some kind of Roman Greco phenomenon trying to win gold in the Winter Olympics at PyeongChang, South Korea. . .”
Four porcelain skinned Geishas wearing a Shimada-styled nihongami wig and a formal black kimonos, with her obi tied in the taiko style, approaches the foursome carrying a polished wooden serving tray with the most decadent and exquisitely tender cut 100% authentic Japanese Wagyu Kobe Filet Mignon, garlic and sour cream smooth mashed potatoes, oven-roasted asparagus coated the with a dash of Parmesan cheese, garlic, salt, and pepper, and traditionally, formally, and ceremonially bows towards them.
“ He is fully prepared to break each and every one of his opponents in this Fatal Four Way Match on Monday Bloody Monday. No one is more prepared to face his stablemate and NBW World Heavyweight Champion Corey Bull-san than “The Handsome Half-breed” Shadowlove-san. . .”
The Four Geishas place the most decadent and exquisitely tender cut 100% authentic Japanese Wagyu Kobe Filet Mignon, garlic and sour cream smooth mashed potatoes, oven-roasted asparagus coated the with a dash of Parmesan cheese, garlic, salt, and pepper, down in front of the foursome on the custom-made octagon shaped oak finished table and quickly disappear back into the darkness of the private restaurant.
“ Kendrick Kross. Vincent Pryde seemed to have a lot of faith in his choice for this Fatal Four Way Match early on Monday Bloody Monday. But by the end of the show, you can see where his faith turned against him and his belief in the humanity of mankind made him rethink his choice. Do you really believe that you are truly the number one contender for the NBW World Heavyweight Championship with all the second-rate talent that you have defeated in this organization? You can keep on harping on the fact that I didn't bother to show up for our first encounter all that you want, the fact of the matter is, as you can see, I'm not all that hard up for money like you are every time that you have to step foot into an NBW squared-circle and perform like a circus clown in Vincent Pryde’s dog and pony show. And hoping that after your very pitiful performance in the squared-circle, Pryde’s nickel-and-dime check doesn't bounce when you're on the way to some check cashing place hoping to cash it in order to feed your face. . .”
He slices into the most decadent and exquisitely tender cut 100% authentic Japanese Wagyu Kobe Filet Mignon with a butter knife and takes a bite, savoring the richness of the flavors that Five Star Executive Chef, Kalākaua Manumanu, herself, has painted quite the masterpiece when preparing this romantic night out for The Hariuddoburondo Conglomerate.
“ We defeated the World Tag-team Champions, The Razzle Dazzlers of Fantazzmagazzles, Broski Jayden-san and Ricardo Frenches-san, in a meaningless non-title tag-team match on last week's Monday Bloody Monday like we said we would all along and became the number one contenders for the NBW World Tag-team Championship. My love proved that he can team with anyone in this organization and turn them into a Championship talent, and just as easily, he can take away that Championship aspiration any given moment. Even the NBW Hierarchy, every velveteen wrestler in the back behind the curtain, and the NBW Fandom are in shock over your performance that still to this day hasn't been shown live on tape on the SyFy Channel. . .”
He takes a mouth full of garlic and sour cream smooth mashed potatoes and looks at his parents then looks at looks into the camera and at the viewing audience watching at home and gives his parents that “ Do you want to guess what I am?” John Belushi from Animal House shit-eating grin before he swallows swallows the garlic and sour cream smooth mashed potatoes.
“ Fuck, me. No. Not this time. Fuck you, Kendrick. I'm going to show the NBW Hierarchy, every velveteen wrestler in the back behind the curtain, and the NBW Fandom exactly why you are stepping way out of your pay grade this Monday Bloody Monday when I finally make your Make-A-Wish come true when you face me in the squared-circle. You seem to want to be some kind of tabloid journalist and run some kind of tell all exposé on my life and times inside and outside of the squared-circle when my life and times inside and outside of the squared-circle is already an open book. My life and times inside and outside of the squared-circle just isn't the coloring books that you are use to coloring in, you should really color in between the lines because your career is fast becoming a chalk outline. I gave you your first win when I no-showed for personal reasons as a gift and then I just gave you your forth win in this very meaningless tag-team match to prove to everyone in this organization just how untalented a no-talent hack like yourself really is by improving your standing within this organization with my mere presence. This isn't Kindergarten anymore so you can save your lame ass Kendrick Kross bullshit for those people who actually haven't graduated from High School yet. That bullshit might work with those preschool kid types that help you play with yourself in the sandbox but my name isn't Gray Zee or Max Masked or Broski Jayden and Ricardo Frenches. My fucking name is. . .”
His Mother lowers her Vintage Revo sunglasses with uniquely shaped blue mirror h20 polarized lense showing off her white-hot, fiery red-hot, brilliantly passionate grey eyes of the devil and looks at him square in his sparking blue eyes while waving her index finger in a “No, no, no, you smart ass, stop acting like an idiot savant, you're not like that pimple, Kendrick Kross, that your gonna pop because he hasn't reached puberty yet.”
“ The Handsome Half-breed Shadowlove, pleased to meet you. Kendrick, Professional Wrestling, Jiu Jitsu, Taekwondo, Kickboxing, Boxing, or whatever mixed up martial arts training that you think you have hasn't really prepared you for anything when it comes to stepping into the squared-circle with my love this Monday Bloody Monday. The last time that we checked, there isn't going to be any kind of octagon surrounding the both of you, Hung Gary, and this Mystery Opponent in this match. This Fatal Four Way Match will evoke the imagination of NBW Hierarchy, every velveteen wrestler in the back behind the curtain, and the NBW Fandom with stylized extravagance and overtones of ruthless aggression that has long been the trademark of New Blood Wrestling. You will learn firsthand what separates Hung Gary, yourself, and this Mystery Opponent from this one of a kind and awe inspiring perfect specimen. . .”
He pokes the middle of one of the oven-roasted asparagus coated the with a dash of Parmesan cheese, garlic, salt, and pepper with a fork and sticks one end in his mouth.
“ Kendrick, you’re not the first mixed-up martial artist that I have faced throughout my career in the sports entertainment business, nor, will you be my last. You have a very one-dimensional train of thought to go along with your one-dimensional unorthodox fighting style inside the squared-circle that is very easily exploitable. You will try to match me move for move, strike for strike, grapple for grapple, but in the end you will rely way too much on your one-dimensional stand-up striking techniques and various clinching techniques that makes you safe and secure. Kind of like when you were growing up and the boogeyman came knocking on your door to pay you one of those educational late midnight visits on your journey into manhood. Unfortunately for you, I have been trained in the art of countering all your hold on tight to that blanket and bite the pillow techniques you learned as part of your childish games with a more up close and personal close quarters combat theatrical athleticism deriving from classical grappling with modern day striking attacks, strength-based holds, throws and acrobatic maneuvers, along with a variance of stand-up striking techniques and various clinching techniques of my very own. . .”
His sweet and lovely Miyamoto does the same with the other end of the oven-roasted asparagus and they simultaneously chew the oven-roasted asparagus until her very luscious and very alluring lips meets his once again in another very warm, very loving, very passionate kiss knowing that she loves him just as much as he loves her and he will do anything that she pleases her.
“ My love is going to snatch away all your hopes and all your dreams that you have been working for all throughout your career Kendrick Kross-san and there isn't going to be one thing that you can do about it. Is that why you have this keen fascination with my love’s big balls? Is this why you’ve been concentrating so much on his big balls and not worrying about Hung Gary-san and this other Mystery Opponent? Are you are some kind of big ball-gag afishinado? Well, that will be your downfall Kendrick Kross san, because my love will be coming all big balls to the walls for you, for Hung Gary-san, and for whoever this Mystery Opponent is on Monday Bloody Monday. All three of you are going to learn first hand why when after my love defeated his stablemate and arch-rival Kevin Bishop-san, he became the heir apparent to the United Championship Infinite and the number one reason why Vincent Pryde-san came into sole possession over UCI property and the sole reason why UCI World Heavyweight Champion, Preecha Kamon-san, chose to simply disappear and go into hiding like Commissioner Lamarche-san. . .”
Four porcelain skinned Geishas wearing a Shimada-styled nihongami wig and a formal black kimonos, with her obi tied in the taiko style, approaches the foursome carrying a polished wooden serving tray with the most decadent and exquisitely decadent and full of flavor strawberries and champagne cheesecake, the thick and creamy cheesecake has a buttery and sweet crust, the pop of fruit in the center and the strawberry champagne whipped cream, and traditionally, formally, and ceremonially bows towards them.
“ Just one of many of life's mysteries when you choose to overstep your bounds in the business world of The Hariuddoburondo Conglomerate and The Harbingers. There really isn't that much of a mystery when it comes to figuring out who this fourth Mystery Opponent just happens to be in this Fatal Four Way Match on Monday Bloody Monday. Even Scooby-Doo and the gang knows that it can only be one of three people in our son and our sweet and lovely Miyamoto's past. The aforementioned Preecha Kamon-san, Alex Richards-san, or the only current Insurgency member fortunately or unfortunately enough not to have a match this week, L Verez. . .”
They place most decadent and exquisitely decadent and full of flavor strawberries and champagne cheesecake, the thick and creamy cheesecake has a buttery and sweet crust, the pop of fruit in the center and the strawberry champagne whipped cream, down in front of the foursome on the custom-made octagon shaped oak finished table and quickly disappear back into the darkness of the private restaurant.
“ Our overseas sources lost contact with Preecha Kamon somewhere in Southeast Asia after entering some kind of very sacred Monastery in central Thailand. He knows that Vincent Pryde has inherited their UCI Tar & Feather Match that would’ve been for the UCI World Heavyweight Championship and you would look for to facing him in the squared-circle. . .”
His Father had reached into his stark white Giorgio Armani Wall Street Wool and Cashmere Suit and whipped out an “old school” Mont Blanc pen and event planner. Paused. And licked his index finger and smiles towards the viewing audience at home. Paused. And starts shuffling through the “old school” event planner, scribbles something down. Pauses. Slaps the “old school” event planner shut and puts that and the Mont Blanc pen back into stark white Giorgio Armani Wall Street Wool and Cashmere Suit.
“ So it's safe to say that Preecha Kamon is out of the picture as the Mystery Opponent. Then there is Alex Richards. It is no secret the hatred Richards has for you since your Richards Family Intervention that brought Alex, Shaun Zach, and Rebecca Thatch even closer together as a family. Vincent Pryde has Richards mind so brainwashed at the moment that he is still more confused than a goat on astroturf to make sense of his very own life, much less, intervene into your business once again in this Fatal Four Way Match. But you will be more than ready, willing, and able to withstand any kind of barrage coming from any one of these former Guardians. So that leaves, The Insurgency, and one, L Verez. . .”
He thinks not much a swerve on he/she’s part after all The Harbingers kind of ruined he/she's pipe dream when Kev appeared from the audience and yours truly came out from under the squared-circle. He makes a mental note to self: Next time, Kev, you're under the squared-circle. Remember one thing L, The Insurgency drew first blood, not The Harbingers. They cost you your way out from under Bonnie Blue’s shadow when they chose to interfere in our business. Are you really as popular as Bonnie Blue in the eyes of the NBW Hierarchy, every velveteen wrestler in the back behind the curtain, and the NBW Fandom? According to the actions of Bonnie, Andre, and Sam. Doubtful, Mrs. Doubtfire. So. . .
“ Come out, come out, come out, wherever you are, Mystery Opponent known as L Verez. It is quite hysterical that you're more afraid of my sweet and lovely Miyamoto when you should be more worried about me. You keep bringing up your loss to Jack Schlongson and blaming my sweet and lovely Miyamoto. Why do you keep crying over spilt milk? Can I really help it that my sweet and lovely Miyamoto is more than just eye candy and a cardboard cutout like Zima'Ion when lending me some moral support? How my sweet and lovely Miyamoto and your eye candy cardboard cutout Zima'Ion handle their business affairs is just a matter of interpretation when it comes to the grand scheme of things ringside. . .”
His sweet and lovely Miyamoto was back to mysteriously conjuring up a mystical spell over him just by her mere presence as she was in her proper place against his muscular body and moving very little, never turning her head, or revealing any kind of expression that gives the viewing audience at home a clue as to her innermost thoughts with the exception of a very sharp and penetrating affection and devilishly delicious, malevolent and pleasurable, mischievously smile coming from her very luscious and very alluring lips while caressing his muscular chest with her fingers.
“ Not to mention how asinine L Verez has represented herself/himself in this he said, she said nonsense about supposedly being the number one contender for our stablemate Corey Bull-san’s NBW World Heavyweight Championship. Especially, when his/her only claim to fame comes from what he/she did as the glorified gimmicky novelty UCI Hypermedia Champion and nothing more. So what, if he/she defeated Corey Black-san. Bravo. He means absolutely nothing in this organization other than just being someone that was truly afraid to step into the squared-circle with my love, and nothing more. And what exactly did you do when you defeated Black-san? That’s right, you simply just walked away from being that glorified gimmicky novelty UCI Hypermedia Champion without even once defending that glorified gimmicky novelty Championship. Why? Because you couldn’t handle the pressures of being a glorified gimmicky novelty Champion and nothing more? Nope. The real reason was because no one really cared about that glorified gimmicky novelty UCI Hypermedia Championship, much less, who was the the glorified gimmicky novelty UCI Hypermedia Champion from its very inception and nothing more at the time. . .”
He seems to be getting bored with the mention of his past organizations. He hasn't lost any sleep over anything that he has done throughout his career in that second-rate organization with third-rate talent where he got his start in the sports entertainment business, to his time in the United Championship Infinite where he harnessed his legendary status, to even his start here in New Blood Wrestling. After all, he was born and bred in professional wrestling and professional modeling so this business has become pretty much just his leisure time hobby for pleasure.
“ Where as, I won the UCI World Television Championship and defended, unsuccessfully, I may add, that Television Championship against Sah’ta Thor, Jack Schlongson, Jessica Buck, Red Dragon, and. Oblivion in a ladder match the same week that I went to a second-rate organization with third-rate talent for a special guest starring appearance in their WAR XVI. Scratch, that. My stablemate and arch-rival Kevin Bishop, my friend and somewhat arch-rival, Bonnie Blue, and myself all had Top 10 finishes against 50 plus members of their entire roster in that second-rate organization by showing them just how talented and respected our former organization was at the time. And what did you do that same week, you had the match of your life when you defeated someone far past his prime. Do you really still want to keep comparing body counts when comparing the brand names of certain highly respected individuals that I've faced throughout my career? I could very easily name drop some names but that would be so vain and highly disrespectful and, quite frankly, it's just another day at the office. How many Champions and people about to become Champions that I've faced in my career? How many Champions and people about to be Champions that have simply just walked away out of fear from challenging me after watch my performance inside and outside of the squared-circle?. . .”
He starts count his fingers on his right hand. Then, he starts counting the fingers on his left hand. Then, he looks into the camera and at the viewing audience watching at home as to say, “Fuck, me. . .”
“ Oh, and by the way L, when I lost the UCI World Television Championship to Jack Schlongson that night, you keep failing to mention to everyone in this organization when you're talking yourself up, that you didn't see me bitching and moaning like you have been doing because when you lost to Schlongson under some very highly questionable circumstances. I lost without being pinned or submitted by anyone in that match when I sacrificed the UCI World Television Championship for the greater good of the UCI. I was very simply sending a message to everyone in that second-rate organization with third-rate talent that I coming there to make a statement when I chose to drop the Monster Oblivion on a ladder with The Dark Gift. And that is the same exact message that I’m going to send everyone in this organization when I drops Kendrick Kross,Hung Gary, and yourself with either The Seductive Handsomeness, The Face Of The Franchise, or The Dark Gift this week on Monday Bloody Monday. That is how you, L Verez, conquer the world. . .”
Whatever respect his Mother has had for Bonnie Blue and L Verez has slowly evaporated week by week watching their actions outside the squared-circle especially since their actions inside the squared-circle spoke volumes when it comes to Vincent Pryde’s objectification and degradation of women inside and outside of the squared-circle.
“ Who are you going to blame and what kind of excuses are all three of you going to have next week when my son defeats Kendrick, Gary, and yourself this week, L Verez? Blame and excuses have always been for mediocre minds like yourselves. And this time, you can't blame our sweet and lovely Miyamoto because Lucious Starr will most likely ban both The Insurgency and The Harbingers once again this week with all the heat that we are bringing to New Blood Wrestling. . .”
At one time, his Father was very proud of the strides that Bonnie Blue and L Verez has made in the sports entertainment business. Along with our sweet and lovely Miyamoto, they both have built quite the iconic brand of bra-burning in the sports entertainment business as a means of calling attention to the traditional story of man versus women, especially one concerning the early history of women in the squared-circle as a means of proving some kind of supernatural phenomenon when having some of the biggest victories over some of the biggest brand name male athletes in the sports entertainment business including his son.
“ And besides, all of us Asian women look exactly the same to all you round-eyes anyways. Stand! Fight! Resist! That is The Insurgency’s catchphrase mantra, right? Does it really look like we give a fuck, pardon my French? Luscious Starr-san can threaten to fine The Harbingers for their actions. But, he won't. Luscious Starr-san can threaten to suspend The Harbingers for their actions. But, he won't. Luscious Starr- san can threaten to ban The Harbingers for life for their actions. But, he won't. We are The Harbingers. We do what we want, when we want, how we want, and anytime we want, through a commitment to excellence by any means necessary. . .”
Quietly, to himself, he appears to be lip syncing a song, “BECAUSE THE NIGHT” by 10,000 Maniacs, that he was listening to on his (product placement) custom-made special edition Beats Studio gloss white wireless headphones:
He runs his fingers through his his classically masculine and modern mussed, razor-textured, choppy finished dark brown hair making his hair perfect and in super slow motion raises his arms up and straight out to his sides and bows his head, as if, being crucified on a cross. And on the third day, Jesus wept because this night belongs to Shadowlove.
“ Kendrick Kross versus NBW World Heavyweight Champion Corey Bull. The NBW Hierarchy, every velveteen wrestler in the back behind the curtain, and the NBW Fandom just doesn't really give a fuck. Hung Gary versus NBW World Heavyweight Champion Corey Bull. The NBW Hierarchy, every velveteen wrestler in the back behind the curtain, and the NBW Fandom just really doesn't give a fuck. L Verez versus NBW World Heavyweight Champion Corey Bull. The NBW Hierarchy, every velveteen wrestler in the back behind the curtain, and the NBW Fandom just really doesn't give a fuck. The Handsome Half-breed Shadowlove versus NBW World Heavyweight Champion Corey Bull. The Harbinger of Seductive Handsomeness versus The Harbinger of Hate at Belated Bloody Valentines. The NBW Hierarchy, every velveteen wrestler in the back behind the curtain, and the NBW Fandom will say. . . HOLY FUCK!. . .”
He slowly raises his head in super slow motion and double raises an eyebrows with an ice cold psychopathic stare radiants from his sparkling blue eyes as his patented malevolent, tight wolfish, whiplash smile, slowly appearing on his lips showing off perfectly white even teeth on his chiseled fighter's face in a “ I have the one thing that every man, woman, and child fears, my sweet and lovely Miyamoto. And I will take you to the one place that everyone fears and deliver upon you, The Dark Gift. You see, The Dark Gift isn't like any other finisher in the sports entertainment business. Oh, no, some people need a handful of finishers in order just to survive like Kendrick Kross, Hung Gary, and The Mystery Opponent known as L Verez. But why, when all you only need is just ONE. ONE to defeat Kendrick Kross, Hung Gary, and The Mystery Opponent known as L Verez. The Dark Gift is that living, breathing omnipotence, omnipresence, omniscience and truly ostentatious indulgence when it takes on a life of its own and simply ends Kendrick Kross, Hung Gary, and The Mystery Opponent known as L Verez just like you never even existed on Monday Bloody Monday” Jake The Snake Roberts flamboyant, stylistic supermodel deus ex machina, shit-eating grin.
She pauses. Then. . .
She looks at the viewing audience at home with her intoxicatingly, incandescent almond shaped green eyes and showing no emotion on her angelic looking face then slices her own throat from her left carotid artery to her right carotid artery with her right index finger and makes an imaginary blood explosion style gesture with her left hand.
Then. . .
She raises her iconic Ray-Ban Wayfarer sunglasses up her perfectly flawless nose on her angelic looking face while hiding her intoxicatingly, incandescent almond shaped green eyes with her middle finger.
The following takes place sometime after defeating World Tag-team Champions, The Razzle Dazzlers of Fantazzmagazzles, Broski Jayden and Ricardo Frenches, in a meaningless non-title tag-team match along with Kendrick Kross on last week's Monday Bloody Monday, sometime before the events of this week's Fatal Four Way Match against said Kendrick Kross, Hung Gary, and a Mystery Opponent, and occur in real time sometime during the events of this week’s NBW Monday Bloody Monday inside The Five Tiered Hariuddoburondo Private Restaurant Nightclub Shinto Shrine and Casino Pagoda standing in the middle of the quaint little village of Miyamoto in Mimasaka, around the midnight hour. . .
Each one of the amazing Five Tiers of The Hariuddoburondo Private Restaurant Nightclub Shinto Shrine and Casino Pagoda represented The Godai, the five elements of Chi (Earth), Sui (Water), Ka (Fire), Fu (wind), and Ku (Void, Sky, or in some cases, Heaven). The bottom story of Chi (Earth) housed a fine dining Restaurant featuring the best in Far Eastern and Western cuisine from Five Star Executive Chef, Kalākaua Manumanu. The second story of Sui (Water) housed one of the hottest Nightclubs in all of Far East Asia. The third story of Ka (Fire) housed one of the lucrative Private Casinos for high-end clientele. The fourth story of Fu (Wind) housed one of the most awe-inspiring Shinto Shrine Museums in honor of an Honest-to-God, not The God, but A God known to both man and women. And the top story of Ku (Void, Sky, or in some cases, Heaven) housed one of, if not, the most powerful and dangerous Yakuza Oyabun, the boss of all bosses, in the world today.
Your favorite and most polarizing modern day charismatic and charming, egotistical, narcissistic, politically incorrect, felicitating, self-righteous, second-generation megalomaniac and apex predator, “The Handsome Half-breed” Shadowlove, was having a private family dinner with sweet and lovely Miyamoto, his Mother, and his Father and was seated on a stark white bleached ergonomically designed wicker curved chair surrounding a custom-made octagon shaped oak finished table centered in the middle of the private restaurant.
He was stripped to the waist showing off the upper body of a Greek God, with washboard abs, in a newly fresh and crisp custom-made Calvin Klein stark liquid white leather trench-coat with fringe along with his custom-made Calvin Klein crocodile skinned pants and custom-made Calvin Klein alligator skinned boots.
His low dusky voice rings out fully, with all the charm and charisma that one can muster, mister and gets down to the business of Monday Bloody Monday as he starts painting his masterpiece:
“ Fuck, me. . .”
The Infamous Superstar's Mother, Akasha, slaps her son on the back of the head in a “language young man” style gesture as she takes her seat on the a stark white bleached ergonomically designed wicker curved chair surrounding the custom-made octagon shaped oak finished table centered inside of the private restaurant.
Her sleek bob of salt and pepper sheared pointed ends slicked back behind her ears and a deep middle part with gelled back fringe showing off her white-hot, fiery red-hot, brilliantly passionate grey eyes of the devil hidden behind a pair of Vintage Revo sunglasses with uniquely shaped blue mirror h20 polarized lenses.
Her very slim, classic supermodel-like figure was encased in a very shamelessly decadent night out on the town sheer grey tulle embellished shimmering myriad of geometric crystal pattern cut just above the knee gown designed by Valentino and Christian Louboutin knee high suede platform boots.
She was sitting with her back straight in her signature “First Lady” slant with her ankles and legs together at an angle showing her modesty on the stark white bleached ergonomically designed wicker curved chair surrounding a custom-made octagon shaped oak finished table centered inside the private restaurant.
She gives her husband a “ Child, please! He does take after you.” style gesture look on her matriarch face. Her strong, ethereally supple, combination of sheer vulnerability and powerful voice:
“ I see that you two can't seem to keep yourselves out of trouble. So which one of you do we call trouble? And which one of you do we call maker? You both have been that way from the very beginning. People that think they fully understand the importance of the twistedness of innocence of your relationship, they would have to be totally familiar with both of you. There have been many people out there who seem to believe that you cannot have one without the other and that you are both have interwoven and intertwined yourselves into the fabric of society. This is the main reason why you both have become loved and hated by the NBW Hierarchy, every velveteen wrestler in the back behind the curtain, and the NBW Fandom any why all those other very jealous, very defensive, and very insecure people have always loved trying to come between your very loving and very passionate relationship. . .”
The Infamous Superstar's Father, the former three-time, three-time, World Television Champion, The Hollywood Blonde, gives his wife a “Child, please! He does take after you” style gesture as he takes a seat next to his wife on the stark white bleached ergonomically designed wicker curved chair surrounding the custom-made octagon shaped oak finished table centered inside the private restaurant.
He was dressed in a stark white Giorgio Armani Wall Street Wool and Cashmere Suit and his stark white Salvatore Ferragamo Tonal Gancini Sport Shirt opened at the collar and custom-made Genuine American alligator classic bit loafers.
His once mass of long blonde hair now turned platinum with age in a punk rocker hairstyle that still makes the ladies “rebel-yell” around the world showing off his aged to perfection tanned leathery chiseled face, his effervescent blue eyes, and world-famous lip snarl.
His voice of God, not "THE GOD", but, a God preaches a psalm to the choir, as if coming from the bottom of a well:
“ There is no denying that your relationship is a very highly volatile, very highly explosive, and very highly provocative on both a psychological and physical level for the NBW Hierarchy, every velveteen wrestler in the back behind the curtain, and the NBW Fandom. You both have strategically and scientifically used your self-destructive, self-righteous indignation and self-righteous indulgences of self-awareness that gives you great pleasure and even greater pain in knowing that without our blood flowing through your veins with the power, the knowledge, and the wisdom of your condescending confidence and antagonistic arrogance and ruthlessly manipulative and unscrupulous influential psychological mindset toughness outside of the squared-circle and an all-around, well-balanced physiological skillset toughness inside of the squared-circle while oozing God-given laissez-faire attitude and Hollywood Blockbuster Superstar Fashion Model Machismo, that there would be no delight in torturing this organization in various subtle ways, and exuberantly and triumphantly sacrificing yourself when it suits our sweet and lovely Miyamoto for the greater good. . .”
His sweet and lovely personal bodyguard/valet and femme fatale temptress, “The Fashionista Sensei” Miss Miyamoto, seemed to mysteriously be conjuring up a mystical spell over him just by her mere presence as she was in her proper place against his muscular body and moving very little, never turning her head, or revealing any kind of expression that gives the viewing audience at home a clue as to her innermost thoughts with the exception of a very sharp and penetrating affection and devilishly delicious, malevolent and pleasurable, mischievously smile coming from her very luscious and very alluring lips while caressing his muscular chest with her fingers.
Her raven black hair was pulled back in a French braid showing off her angelic face as she lowers her iconic Ray-Ban Wayfarer sunglasses down her perfectly flawless nose on her angelic looking face, showing off her intoxicating and incandescent almond shaped green eyes.
Her attractively well-proportioned, slim, trim, toned body built for sin encased in a form-fitting shimmering silver and Vantablack Mandarin sequin dress with a French-cut up the side to her thigh designed by Stella McCartney and Vantablack Jimmy Choo stilettos.
She was sitting with her back straight in her signature “First Lady” slant with her ankles and legs together at an angle showing her modesty on the stark white bleached ergonomically designed wicker curved chair surrounding a custom-made octagon shaped oak finished table centered inside the restaurant.
Her sweet as honey, harmoniously hypnotizing, smooth as silk, smoky voice radiating through her very luscious and very alluring lips:
“ Indeed. It has been said countless of times by the NBW Hierarchy, every velveteen wrestler in the back behind the curtain, and the NBW Fandom that my love only loves no one but himself, that he is without sympathetic pity and concern for the sufferings or misfortunes of others, that he is without the quality of being friendly, generous, and considerate, that he is without any kind of remorse and forgiveness shown toward someone whom is within his power to punish, harm and destroy. . .”
She runs her fingers seductively along his chiseled chin along his bowed head so that her intoxicatingly, incandescent almond shaped green eyes meets his occidental sparkling blue eyes in a way that showed a fondness for causing trouble in a very playful way.
“ Bonnie Blue and Vincent Pryde-san would definitely beg to differ, they've shown that they've never had the proper understanding of the code of jingi, justice and duty, and the code of giri, burden of obligation, when showing undying honor, respect, and loyalty for the NBW Hierarchy, every velveteen wrestler in the back behind the curtain, and the NBW Fandom. . .”
Her very luscious and very alluring lips barely touching his chiseled dimpled cheek as they reach his lips. You can almost feel an aura of seductively handsome cold-hearted psychopathic electricity between the two as they become one with their warm, loving, passionate kiss.
“ Their goal has been to try to capture the very imagination of the current marketplace in order to live long, survive and prosper in this organization. However, in order to capture the very imagination of the current marketplace, The Insurgency and Vincent Pryde-san both have to accomplish this in such a way that your marketplace isn't being taken down and destroyed in the process. . .”
There was that extra special something, something about hearing her silky, smoky voice radiating through her very luscious and very alluring lips after their warm, loving, passionate kiss knowing that she was all business.
“ The Harbingers accomplished this by showing everyone in this organization that The Insurgency and Vincent Pryde-san weren't untouchable with our very subtle, indirect, and low-key approach response when completely drawing the very imagination of the current growing marketplace. What really should've been avoided was, and is, an all out war with The Harbingers. The Insurgency and Vincent Pryde-san learned firsthand by paying the price for their attacks on this organization with the quickest and most aggressive response of retaliation from The Harbingers and leaving this marketplace wanting some more. . .”
He cranes his head and his patented malevolent, tight wolfish, whiplash smile, slowly appearing on his lips showing off perfectly white even teeth on his chiseled fighter's face in a “ That's why they call me, The Face Of The Franchise, The Whole F'N Show, Mr. NBW, or whatever expletive that you want to put in front of my name whiplash smile that just charms the hell out of everyone in this organization” flamboyant, stylistic supermodel deus ex machina shit-eating grin.
“ We didn't waste our time with meaningless battles, we looked our enemies straight into their eyes and grabbed these snakes in the grass by their necks and simply squeezed just long enough for them to receive our warning and just simply let go. The Harbingers launched a head-on, no-holds-barred, direct attack against The Insurgency, and now, this war will spillover among the popcorn, the vomit, the blood and the beer of everyone else in this organization. This war will gradually reduce the strength and effectiveness of The Insurgency and everyone else in this organization and will end up being very costly for everyone involved. The innocence shouldn't be made to suffer. . .”
A porcelain skinned Geisha wearing a Shimada-styled nihongami wig and a formal black kimonos, with her obi tied in the taiko style, approaches the foursome carrying a polished wooden serving tray with a four count stack of a custom round stainless polymeric rubber coasters, ice cold sweet tea poured into 2 earthen cups, ice cold coconut water poured into a coconut with a little pink umbrella, a traditional Cuban Highball Mojito, mixed white rum, sugar cane juice, lime juice, sparkling water, and mint, shaken, not stirred, poured in a Collins glass, and traditionally, formally, and ceremonially bows towards them.
“ Uncovering and capitalizing on The Insurgency’s strengths and weaknesses requires a very deep understanding of their overall strategies, capabilities, thoughts, and actions inside and outside of the squared-circle, as well as fully understanding your self-destructive, self-righteous indignation and self-righteous indulgences of self-awareness that gives you great pleasure and even greater pain in knowing that without our blood flowing through your veins with the power, the knowledge, and the wisdom of your condescending confidence and antagonistic arrogance and ruthlessly manipulative and unscrupulous influential psychological mindset toughness outside of the squared-circle and an all-around, well-balanced physiological skillset toughness inside of the squared-circle while oozing God-given laissez-faire attitude and Hollywood Blockbuster Superstar Fashion Model Machismo. . .”
The Geisha places the ice cold sweet tea poured into 2 earthen cups on 2 of custom round stainless polymeric rubber coasters in front of his Mother and his sweet and lovely Miyamoto, the ice cold coconut water poured into a coconut with a little pink umbrella on the 3rd custom round stainless polymeric rubber coaster in front of him, and places the traditional Cuban Highball Mojito, mixed white rum, sugar cane juice, lime juice, sparkling water, and mint, shaken, not stirred, poured in a Collins glass down on the 4th custom round stainless polymeric rubber coaster in front of his Father and quickly disappears back into the darkness of the private restaurant.
“ It is also very important to understand the overall competitive nature and weaknesses happening in and around you in order to have a feel for your opponent or opponents inside and outside of the squared-circle. Insurgency has an idea of who you are but they do not fully understand whom you are inside and outside of the squared-circle and that has kept every one of your competitors from utilizing any kind of stereotypical bigger-than-life strategies against you inside and outside of the squared-circle. . .”
His sweet and lovely Miyamoto takes a very womanly sip from her ice cold sweet tea poured into a earthen cup.
" You have fully exploited a deceptive awareness about yourself before it ever happened or ever existed inside and outside of the squared-circle with blinding speed and precision. Your movements inside and outside of the squared-circle with speed and precision does not mean that you have done anything throughout your career with excessive speed and urgency when making a hurriedly fashion statement inside and outside of the squared-circle without some sort of knowledgeably whimsical behavioral preparation. Preparation is everything in the sports entertainment business. . .”
His sweet and lovely Mother takes a very womanly sip from her ice cold sweet tea poured into a earthen cup.
“ To think through and understand the potential competitive reactions of your self-destructive, self-righteous indignation and self-righteous indulgences of self-awareness that gives you great pleasure and even greater pain in knowing that without our blood flowing through your veins with the power, the knowledge, and the wisdom of your condescending confidence and antagonistic arrogance and ruthlessly manipulative and unscrupulous influential psychological mindset toughness outside of the squared-circle and an all-around, well-balanced physiological skillset toughness inside of the squared-circle while oozing God-given laissez-faire attitude and Hollywood Blockbuster Superstar Fashion Model Machismo is very essential as well. . .”
His Father takes a very healthy sip from his the traditional Cuban Highball Mojito, mixed white rum, sugar cane juice, lime juice, sparkling water, and mint, shaken, not stirred, poured in a Collins glass
“ The Harbingers have strategically gained control over New Blood Wrestling and have begun to shape the NBW Hierarchy, every velveteen wrestler in the back behind the curtain, and the NBW Fandom into your image and will make The Insurgency conform to your willpower. You have changed the rules of engagement by making your competition conform to your commitment to excellence by any means necessary. You took complete control of New Blood Wrestling from The Insurgency and out of the hands of Vincent Pryde by putting this organization in Corey Bull, Kevin Bishop, and your hands. You three have very strategically and very skillfully formed this Unholy Alliance by limiting the very thoughts and very actions of everyone in this organization. . .”
He takes a very healthy sip from his the ice cold coconut water poured into a coconut with a little pink umbrella, that is a very rich source of potassium, manganese, magnesium, folate, calcium, selenium and is very beneficial to his muscular body of a Greek God, with his pinky finger sticking out.
“ It takes a special kind of persona to maximize and implement this strategic commitment to excellence by any means necessary and bring out our tremendously preferred potential of the NBW Hierarchy, every velveteen wrestler in the back behind the curtain, and the NBW Fandom. Corey Bull is The Harbinger of Hate, Kevin Bishop is The Harbinger of Black Death, and I am The Harbinger of Seductive Handsomeness. And together, We, The Harbingers, are very knowledgeable, very intelligent, very wholehearted, very compassionate, and very determined to bring the most everlasting success out of everyone in this organization. If not, then, We, The Harbingers, will motherfucking terminate each and everyone of you with extreme prejudice. . .”
A porcelain skinned Geisha wearing a Shimada-styled nihongami wig and a formal black kimonos, with her obi tied in the taiko style, approaches the foursome carrying a polished wooden serving tray with the most decadent and expensive hors d’oeuvres, Almas Iranian Caviar, an intensely nutty and creamy tasting white fish eggs, served on Russian blini, a buckwheat flour pancake, and traditionally, formally, and ceremonially bows towards them.
“ Well, you're doing what you've been born to do best, now aren't you? After all, you've become quite the acquired taste as this favorite and most polarizing modern day charismatic and charming, egotistical, narcissistic, politically incorrect, felicitating, self-righteous, second-generation megalomaniac and apex predator by just being you. The NBW Hierarchy, every velveteen wrestler in the back behind the curtain, and the NBW Fandom should realize that you didn't join New Blood Wrestling on your own volition and this NBW/Syfy merger inheritance was very lucky enough to land your very exclusive family-friendly UCI contracts that expire in May, unless of course, our sweet and lovely Miyamoto and yourself opt out for free agency due to Spencer Adams-san's breach of contract or Mr. Pryde starts negotiations on two long-term New Blood Wrestling contracts beforehand. . .”
The Geisha places the most decadent and expensive hors d’oeuvres, Almas Iranian Caviar, an intensely nutty, creamy tasting white fish eggs, served on Russian blini, a buckwheat flour pancakes, down on the center of custom-made octagon shaped oak finished table and quickly disappears back into the darkness of the private restaurant.
“ You made Vincent Pryde almost creme pie his pants when he lucked into the one person that has been feared by not one, not two, but three organizations in sports entertainment business. The drunken owner didn't comprehend the diamond in the rough. The owner that was in over his head knew what he had but couldn't handle your greatness after you ironically defeated your stablemate and arch-rival Kevin Bishop and sent his UCI World Heavyweight Champion Preecha Kamon into hiding. And now, that current shady and sleazy old school owner that just saw his life flash before his eyes when he saw you become one of the new and improved central foundational cornerstones in the birth, growth, development, and preservation of New Blood Wrestling just by the mere presence of being the silver-tongued devil that draws just as much fan applause and just as much fan heat equally from everyone in this organization like your reputation has been known for doing in the sports entertainment business. . .”
He places one of the most decadent and expensive hors d’oeuvres, Almas Iranian Caviar, an intensely nutty, creamy tasting white fish eggs, served on Russian blini, a buckwheat flour pancake, into his mouth and the look that appears on his face is priceless, it's the look that Commissioner Lamarche had when he resigned and when Vincent Pryde resigned to the fact that no one controls "The Handsome Half-breed” Shadowlove and his sweet and lovely “Fashionista Sensei” Miss Miyamoto except "The Handsome Half-breed” Shadowlove and his sweet and lovely “Fashionista Sensei” Miss Miyamoto.
“ Was there really beyond any shadow of a doubt that the NBW Hierarchy, every velveteen wrestler in the back behind the curtain, and the NBW Fandom would see me in this Fatal Four Way Match to face, how ironic, NBW World Heavyweight Champion and member of the very esteemed and preeminent stable, The Harbingers, Corey Bull at Belated Bloody Valentines? After all, there isn't anyone in this organization that influences and manipulates merchandise sales, anti-social media, and everyone's psychological and physiological skillset inside and outside of the squared-circle more than yours truly. . .”
His sweet and lovely Miyamoto places one of the most decadent and expensive hors d’oeuvres, Almas Iranian Caviar, an intensely nutty, creamy tasting white fish eggs, served on Russian blini, a buckwheat flour pancake, into her mouth and swallows it with no problems.
“ Lucious Starr-san, have you been paying attention to what has been currently happening in New Blood Wrestling lately? If you play your cards right and sit back and enjoy the show, then instead of being Vincent Pryde-san’s Number Two ass kisser, pardon my French, while circling the bowl and hoping down you go too, then you can come out of this shining bright like the Tidy Bowl Man by become the Head Honcho Supreme of New Blood Wrestling. If not, then. . .”
He looks at his sweet and lovely Miyamoto with a look that says, “Day-um!” Then, he looks at his sweet and lovely Mother with that same look that says, “Day-um!” because he knows that he won't be able to get that image out of his head anytime soon.
“ Then you’ll end up like Thee Commissioner and Thee CEO of NBW by looking like some Mop and Bucket Brigadier named Hung Gary. Hungary, Shadow? You mean that bum fight dude in that vid with Lucy Starr that’s been making the rounds with the NBW Hierarchy, every velveteen wrestler in the back behind the curtain, and the NBW Fandom? Indeed, Shadow. Hung Gary for Lucy in the Uranus Starr with Diamonds? Geezus, geezus. . .”
His sweet and lovely Mother places one of the most decadent and expensive hors d’oeuvres, Almas Iranian Caviar, an intensely nutty, creamy tasting white fish eggs, served on Russian blini, a buckwheat flour pancake, into her mouth and swallows it with no problems as well.
“ This sure does sound like one classy organization that you two are doing business in these days. Do you remember when all you needed to do was show up with just your wrestling gear and have me on your arm and didn't need a tetanus shot before you entered the squared-circle?. . .”
His Father places one of the most decadent and expensive hors d’oeuvres, Almas Iranian Caviar, an intensely nutty, creamy tasting white fish eggs, served on Russian blini, a buckwheat flour pancake, into his mouth and downs it like a man with hair on his chest.
“ Sure do, dawlin’. These skid row bums shouldn't be taken too lightly though, they’re probably making more money than half the roster does in the NBW. I wouldn't be surprised if Lucious Starr had this dumpster diver chained up outside of Mickey D’s somewhere getting hopped up on the smells of their extra value meals and getting him pumped up like he was some kind of Roman Greco phenomenon trying to win gold in the Winter Olympics at PyeongChang, South Korea. . .”
Four porcelain skinned Geishas wearing a Shimada-styled nihongami wig and a formal black kimonos, with her obi tied in the taiko style, approaches the foursome carrying a polished wooden serving tray with the most decadent and exquisitely tender cut 100% authentic Japanese Wagyu Kobe Filet Mignon, garlic and sour cream smooth mashed potatoes, oven-roasted asparagus coated the with a dash of Parmesan cheese, garlic, salt, and pepper, and traditionally, formally, and ceremonially bows towards them.
“ He is fully prepared to break each and every one of his opponents in this Fatal Four Way Match on Monday Bloody Monday. No one is more prepared to face his stablemate and NBW World Heavyweight Champion Corey Bull-san than “The Handsome Half-breed” Shadowlove-san. . .”
The Four Geishas place the most decadent and exquisitely tender cut 100% authentic Japanese Wagyu Kobe Filet Mignon, garlic and sour cream smooth mashed potatoes, oven-roasted asparagus coated the with a dash of Parmesan cheese, garlic, salt, and pepper, down in front of the foursome on the custom-made octagon shaped oak finished table and quickly disappear back into the darkness of the private restaurant.
“ Kendrick Kross. Vincent Pryde seemed to have a lot of faith in his choice for this Fatal Four Way Match early on Monday Bloody Monday. But by the end of the show, you can see where his faith turned against him and his belief in the humanity of mankind made him rethink his choice. Do you really believe that you are truly the number one contender for the NBW World Heavyweight Championship with all the second-rate talent that you have defeated in this organization? You can keep on harping on the fact that I didn't bother to show up for our first encounter all that you want, the fact of the matter is, as you can see, I'm not all that hard up for money like you are every time that you have to step foot into an NBW squared-circle and perform like a circus clown in Vincent Pryde’s dog and pony show. And hoping that after your very pitiful performance in the squared-circle, Pryde’s nickel-and-dime check doesn't bounce when you're on the way to some check cashing place hoping to cash it in order to feed your face. . .”
He slices into the most decadent and exquisitely tender cut 100% authentic Japanese Wagyu Kobe Filet Mignon with a butter knife and takes a bite, savoring the richness of the flavors that Five Star Executive Chef, Kalākaua Manumanu, herself, has painted quite the masterpiece when preparing this romantic night out for The Hariuddoburondo Conglomerate.
“ We defeated the World Tag-team Champions, The Razzle Dazzlers of Fantazzmagazzles, Broski Jayden-san and Ricardo Frenches-san, in a meaningless non-title tag-team match on last week's Monday Bloody Monday like we said we would all along and became the number one contenders for the NBW World Tag-team Championship. My love proved that he can team with anyone in this organization and turn them into a Championship talent, and just as easily, he can take away that Championship aspiration any given moment. Even the NBW Hierarchy, every velveteen wrestler in the back behind the curtain, and the NBW Fandom are in shock over your performance that still to this day hasn't been shown live on tape on the SyFy Channel. . .”
He takes a mouth full of garlic and sour cream smooth mashed potatoes and looks at his parents then looks at looks into the camera and at the viewing audience watching at home and gives his parents that “ Do you want to guess what I am?” John Belushi from Animal House shit-eating grin before he swallows swallows the garlic and sour cream smooth mashed potatoes.
“ Fuck, me. No. Not this time. Fuck you, Kendrick. I'm going to show the NBW Hierarchy, every velveteen wrestler in the back behind the curtain, and the NBW Fandom exactly why you are stepping way out of your pay grade this Monday Bloody Monday when I finally make your Make-A-Wish come true when you face me in the squared-circle. You seem to want to be some kind of tabloid journalist and run some kind of tell all exposé on my life and times inside and outside of the squared-circle when my life and times inside and outside of the squared-circle is already an open book. My life and times inside and outside of the squared-circle just isn't the coloring books that you are use to coloring in, you should really color in between the lines because your career is fast becoming a chalk outline. I gave you your first win when I no-showed for personal reasons as a gift and then I just gave you your forth win in this very meaningless tag-team match to prove to everyone in this organization just how untalented a no-talent hack like yourself really is by improving your standing within this organization with my mere presence. This isn't Kindergarten anymore so you can save your lame ass Kendrick Kross bullshit for those people who actually haven't graduated from High School yet. That bullshit might work with those preschool kid types that help you play with yourself in the sandbox but my name isn't Gray Zee or Max Masked or Broski Jayden and Ricardo Frenches. My fucking name is. . .”
His Mother lowers her Vintage Revo sunglasses with uniquely shaped blue mirror h20 polarized lense showing off her white-hot, fiery red-hot, brilliantly passionate grey eyes of the devil and looks at him square in his sparking blue eyes while waving her index finger in a “No, no, no, you smart ass, stop acting like an idiot savant, you're not like that pimple, Kendrick Kross, that your gonna pop because he hasn't reached puberty yet.”
“ The Handsome Half-breed Shadowlove, pleased to meet you. Kendrick, Professional Wrestling, Jiu Jitsu, Taekwondo, Kickboxing, Boxing, or whatever mixed up martial arts training that you think you have hasn't really prepared you for anything when it comes to stepping into the squared-circle with my love this Monday Bloody Monday. The last time that we checked, there isn't going to be any kind of octagon surrounding the both of you, Hung Gary, and this Mystery Opponent in this match. This Fatal Four Way Match will evoke the imagination of NBW Hierarchy, every velveteen wrestler in the back behind the curtain, and the NBW Fandom with stylized extravagance and overtones of ruthless aggression that has long been the trademark of New Blood Wrestling. You will learn firsthand what separates Hung Gary, yourself, and this Mystery Opponent from this one of a kind and awe inspiring perfect specimen. . .”
He pokes the middle of one of the oven-roasted asparagus coated the with a dash of Parmesan cheese, garlic, salt, and pepper with a fork and sticks one end in his mouth.
“ Kendrick, you’re not the first mixed-up martial artist that I have faced throughout my career in the sports entertainment business, nor, will you be my last. You have a very one-dimensional train of thought to go along with your one-dimensional unorthodox fighting style inside the squared-circle that is very easily exploitable. You will try to match me move for move, strike for strike, grapple for grapple, but in the end you will rely way too much on your one-dimensional stand-up striking techniques and various clinching techniques that makes you safe and secure. Kind of like when you were growing up and the boogeyman came knocking on your door to pay you one of those educational late midnight visits on your journey into manhood. Unfortunately for you, I have been trained in the art of countering all your hold on tight to that blanket and bite the pillow techniques you learned as part of your childish games with a more up close and personal close quarters combat theatrical athleticism deriving from classical grappling with modern day striking attacks, strength-based holds, throws and acrobatic maneuvers, along with a variance of stand-up striking techniques and various clinching techniques of my very own. . .”
His sweet and lovely Miyamoto does the same with the other end of the oven-roasted asparagus and they simultaneously chew the oven-roasted asparagus until her very luscious and very alluring lips meets his once again in another very warm, very loving, very passionate kiss knowing that she loves him just as much as he loves her and he will do anything that she pleases her.
“ My love is going to snatch away all your hopes and all your dreams that you have been working for all throughout your career Kendrick Kross-san and there isn't going to be one thing that you can do about it. Is that why you have this keen fascination with my love’s big balls? Is this why you’ve been concentrating so much on his big balls and not worrying about Hung Gary-san and this other Mystery Opponent? Are you are some kind of big ball-gag afishinado? Well, that will be your downfall Kendrick Kross san, because my love will be coming all big balls to the walls for you, for Hung Gary-san, and for whoever this Mystery Opponent is on Monday Bloody Monday. All three of you are going to learn first hand why when after my love defeated his stablemate and arch-rival Kevin Bishop-san, he became the heir apparent to the United Championship Infinite and the number one reason why Vincent Pryde-san came into sole possession over UCI property and the sole reason why UCI World Heavyweight Champion, Preecha Kamon-san, chose to simply disappear and go into hiding like Commissioner Lamarche-san. . .”
Four porcelain skinned Geishas wearing a Shimada-styled nihongami wig and a formal black kimonos, with her obi tied in the taiko style, approaches the foursome carrying a polished wooden serving tray with the most decadent and exquisitely decadent and full of flavor strawberries and champagne cheesecake, the thick and creamy cheesecake has a buttery and sweet crust, the pop of fruit in the center and the strawberry champagne whipped cream, and traditionally, formally, and ceremonially bows towards them.
“ Just one of many of life's mysteries when you choose to overstep your bounds in the business world of The Hariuddoburondo Conglomerate and The Harbingers. There really isn't that much of a mystery when it comes to figuring out who this fourth Mystery Opponent just happens to be in this Fatal Four Way Match on Monday Bloody Monday. Even Scooby-Doo and the gang knows that it can only be one of three people in our son and our sweet and lovely Miyamoto's past. The aforementioned Preecha Kamon-san, Alex Richards-san, or the only current Insurgency member fortunately or unfortunately enough not to have a match this week, L Verez. . .”
They place most decadent and exquisitely decadent and full of flavor strawberries and champagne cheesecake, the thick and creamy cheesecake has a buttery and sweet crust, the pop of fruit in the center and the strawberry champagne whipped cream, down in front of the foursome on the custom-made octagon shaped oak finished table and quickly disappear back into the darkness of the private restaurant.
“ Our overseas sources lost contact with Preecha Kamon somewhere in Southeast Asia after entering some kind of very sacred Monastery in central Thailand. He knows that Vincent Pryde has inherited their UCI Tar & Feather Match that would’ve been for the UCI World Heavyweight Championship and you would look for to facing him in the squared-circle. . .”
His Father had reached into his stark white Giorgio Armani Wall Street Wool and Cashmere Suit and whipped out an “old school” Mont Blanc pen and event planner. Paused. And licked his index finger and smiles towards the viewing audience at home. Paused. And starts shuffling through the “old school” event planner, scribbles something down. Pauses. Slaps the “old school” event planner shut and puts that and the Mont Blanc pen back into stark white Giorgio Armani Wall Street Wool and Cashmere Suit.
“ So it's safe to say that Preecha Kamon is out of the picture as the Mystery Opponent. Then there is Alex Richards. It is no secret the hatred Richards has for you since your Richards Family Intervention that brought Alex, Shaun Zach, and Rebecca Thatch even closer together as a family. Vincent Pryde has Richards mind so brainwashed at the moment that he is still more confused than a goat on astroturf to make sense of his very own life, much less, intervene into your business once again in this Fatal Four Way Match. But you will be more than ready, willing, and able to withstand any kind of barrage coming from any one of these former Guardians. So that leaves, The Insurgency, and one, L Verez. . .”
He thinks not much a swerve on he/she’s part after all The Harbingers kind of ruined he/she's pipe dream when Kev appeared from the audience and yours truly came out from under the squared-circle. He makes a mental note to self: Next time, Kev, you're under the squared-circle. Remember one thing L, The Insurgency drew first blood, not The Harbingers. They cost you your way out from under Bonnie Blue’s shadow when they chose to interfere in our business. Are you really as popular as Bonnie Blue in the eyes of the NBW Hierarchy, every velveteen wrestler in the back behind the curtain, and the NBW Fandom? According to the actions of Bonnie, Andre, and Sam. Doubtful, Mrs. Doubtfire. So. . .
“ Come out, come out, come out, wherever you are, Mystery Opponent known as L Verez. It is quite hysterical that you're more afraid of my sweet and lovely Miyamoto when you should be more worried about me. You keep bringing up your loss to Jack Schlongson and blaming my sweet and lovely Miyamoto. Why do you keep crying over spilt milk? Can I really help it that my sweet and lovely Miyamoto is more than just eye candy and a cardboard cutout like Zima'Ion when lending me some moral support? How my sweet and lovely Miyamoto and your eye candy cardboard cutout Zima'Ion handle their business affairs is just a matter of interpretation when it comes to the grand scheme of things ringside. . .”
His sweet and lovely Miyamoto was back to mysteriously conjuring up a mystical spell over him just by her mere presence as she was in her proper place against his muscular body and moving very little, never turning her head, or revealing any kind of expression that gives the viewing audience at home a clue as to her innermost thoughts with the exception of a very sharp and penetrating affection and devilishly delicious, malevolent and pleasurable, mischievously smile coming from her very luscious and very alluring lips while caressing his muscular chest with her fingers.
“ Not to mention how asinine L Verez has represented herself/himself in this he said, she said nonsense about supposedly being the number one contender for our stablemate Corey Bull-san’s NBW World Heavyweight Championship. Especially, when his/her only claim to fame comes from what he/she did as the glorified gimmicky novelty UCI Hypermedia Champion and nothing more. So what, if he/she defeated Corey Black-san. Bravo. He means absolutely nothing in this organization other than just being someone that was truly afraid to step into the squared-circle with my love, and nothing more. And what exactly did you do when you defeated Black-san? That’s right, you simply just walked away from being that glorified gimmicky novelty UCI Hypermedia Champion without even once defending that glorified gimmicky novelty Championship. Why? Because you couldn’t handle the pressures of being a glorified gimmicky novelty Champion and nothing more? Nope. The real reason was because no one really cared about that glorified gimmicky novelty UCI Hypermedia Championship, much less, who was the the glorified gimmicky novelty UCI Hypermedia Champion from its very inception and nothing more at the time. . .”
He seems to be getting bored with the mention of his past organizations. He hasn't lost any sleep over anything that he has done throughout his career in that second-rate organization with third-rate talent where he got his start in the sports entertainment business, to his time in the United Championship Infinite where he harnessed his legendary status, to even his start here in New Blood Wrestling. After all, he was born and bred in professional wrestling and professional modeling so this business has become pretty much just his leisure time hobby for pleasure.
“ Where as, I won the UCI World Television Championship and defended, unsuccessfully, I may add, that Television Championship against Sah’ta Thor, Jack Schlongson, Jessica Buck, Red Dragon, and. Oblivion in a ladder match the same week that I went to a second-rate organization with third-rate talent for a special guest starring appearance in their WAR XVI. Scratch, that. My stablemate and arch-rival Kevin Bishop, my friend and somewhat arch-rival, Bonnie Blue, and myself all had Top 10 finishes against 50 plus members of their entire roster in that second-rate organization by showing them just how talented and respected our former organization was at the time. And what did you do that same week, you had the match of your life when you defeated someone far past his prime. Do you really still want to keep comparing body counts when comparing the brand names of certain highly respected individuals that I've faced throughout my career? I could very easily name drop some names but that would be so vain and highly disrespectful and, quite frankly, it's just another day at the office. How many Champions and people about to become Champions that I've faced in my career? How many Champions and people about to be Champions that have simply just walked away out of fear from challenging me after watch my performance inside and outside of the squared-circle?. . .”
He starts count his fingers on his right hand. Then, he starts counting the fingers on his left hand. Then, he looks into the camera and at the viewing audience watching at home as to say, “Fuck, me. . .”
“ Oh, and by the way L, when I lost the UCI World Television Championship to Jack Schlongson that night, you keep failing to mention to everyone in this organization when you're talking yourself up, that you didn't see me bitching and moaning like you have been doing because when you lost to Schlongson under some very highly questionable circumstances. I lost without being pinned or submitted by anyone in that match when I sacrificed the UCI World Television Championship for the greater good of the UCI. I was very simply sending a message to everyone in that second-rate organization with third-rate talent that I coming there to make a statement when I chose to drop the Monster Oblivion on a ladder with The Dark Gift. And that is the same exact message that I’m going to send everyone in this organization when I drops Kendrick Kross,Hung Gary, and yourself with either The Seductive Handsomeness, The Face Of The Franchise, or The Dark Gift this week on Monday Bloody Monday. That is how you, L Verez, conquer the world. . .”
Whatever respect his Mother has had for Bonnie Blue and L Verez has slowly evaporated week by week watching their actions outside the squared-circle especially since their actions inside the squared-circle spoke volumes when it comes to Vincent Pryde’s objectification and degradation of women inside and outside of the squared-circle.
“ Who are you going to blame and what kind of excuses are all three of you going to have next week when my son defeats Kendrick, Gary, and yourself this week, L Verez? Blame and excuses have always been for mediocre minds like yourselves. And this time, you can't blame our sweet and lovely Miyamoto because Lucious Starr will most likely ban both The Insurgency and The Harbingers once again this week with all the heat that we are bringing to New Blood Wrestling. . .”
At one time, his Father was very proud of the strides that Bonnie Blue and L Verez has made in the sports entertainment business. Along with our sweet and lovely Miyamoto, they both have built quite the iconic brand of bra-burning in the sports entertainment business as a means of calling attention to the traditional story of man versus women, especially one concerning the early history of women in the squared-circle as a means of proving some kind of supernatural phenomenon when having some of the biggest victories over some of the biggest brand name male athletes in the sports entertainment business including his son.
“ And besides, all of us Asian women look exactly the same to all you round-eyes anyways. Stand! Fight! Resist! That is The Insurgency’s catchphrase mantra, right? Does it really look like we give a fuck, pardon my French? Luscious Starr-san can threaten to fine The Harbingers for their actions. But, he won't. Luscious Starr-san can threaten to suspend The Harbingers for their actions. But, he won't. Luscious Starr- san can threaten to ban The Harbingers for life for their actions. But, he won't. We are The Harbingers. We do what we want, when we want, how we want, and anytime we want, through a commitment to excellence by any means necessary. . .”
Quietly, to himself, he appears to be lip syncing a song, “BECAUSE THE NIGHT” by 10,000 Maniacs, that he was listening to on his (product placement) custom-made special edition Beats Studio gloss white wireless headphones:
He runs his fingers through his his classically masculine and modern mussed, razor-textured, choppy finished dark brown hair making his hair perfect and in super slow motion raises his arms up and straight out to his sides and bows his head, as if, being crucified on a cross. And on the third day, Jesus wept because this night belongs to Shadowlove.
“ Kendrick Kross versus NBW World Heavyweight Champion Corey Bull. The NBW Hierarchy, every velveteen wrestler in the back behind the curtain, and the NBW Fandom just doesn't really give a fuck. Hung Gary versus NBW World Heavyweight Champion Corey Bull. The NBW Hierarchy, every velveteen wrestler in the back behind the curtain, and the NBW Fandom just really doesn't give a fuck. L Verez versus NBW World Heavyweight Champion Corey Bull. The NBW Hierarchy, every velveteen wrestler in the back behind the curtain, and the NBW Fandom just really doesn't give a fuck. The Handsome Half-breed Shadowlove versus NBW World Heavyweight Champion Corey Bull. The Harbinger of Seductive Handsomeness versus The Harbinger of Hate at Belated Bloody Valentines. The NBW Hierarchy, every velveteen wrestler in the back behind the curtain, and the NBW Fandom will say. . . HOLY FUCK!. . .”
He slowly raises his head in super slow motion and double raises an eyebrows with an ice cold psychopathic stare radiants from his sparkling blue eyes as his patented malevolent, tight wolfish, whiplash smile, slowly appearing on his lips showing off perfectly white even teeth on his chiseled fighter's face in a “ I have the one thing that every man, woman, and child fears, my sweet and lovely Miyamoto. And I will take you to the one place that everyone fears and deliver upon you, The Dark Gift. You see, The Dark Gift isn't like any other finisher in the sports entertainment business. Oh, no, some people need a handful of finishers in order just to survive like Kendrick Kross, Hung Gary, and The Mystery Opponent known as L Verez. But why, when all you only need is just ONE. ONE to defeat Kendrick Kross, Hung Gary, and The Mystery Opponent known as L Verez. The Dark Gift is that living, breathing omnipotence, omnipresence, omniscience and truly ostentatious indulgence when it takes on a life of its own and simply ends Kendrick Kross, Hung Gary, and The Mystery Opponent known as L Verez just like you never even existed on Monday Bloody Monday” Jake The Snake Roberts flamboyant, stylistic supermodel deus ex machina, shit-eating grin.
She pauses. Then. . .
She looks at the viewing audience at home with her intoxicatingly, incandescent almond shaped green eyes and showing no emotion on her angelic looking face then slices her own throat from her left carotid artery to her right carotid artery with her right index finger and makes an imaginary blood explosion style gesture with her left hand.
Then. . .
She raises her iconic Ray-Ban Wayfarer sunglasses up her perfectly flawless nose on her angelic looking face while hiding her intoxicatingly, incandescent almond shaped green eyes with her middle finger.
THIS IS THE END, MY ONLY FRIEND. . . THE END!