You'll Hate Yourself For Loving Shadow
Jan 10, 2018 4:18:16 GMT
Andre Aquarius, bonnieblue, and 1 more like this
Post by SHADOWLOVE on Jan 10, 2018 4:18:16 GMT
The following takes place sometime after losing to Masutarōu last week on Monday Bloody Monday without being pinned or submitted, sometime before the events of this week's Trü Grit match with Andre Aquarius, and occur in real time sometime during the events of this week’s second NBW Monday Bloody Monday somewhere on a secluded island in the Polynesian Island Triangle. . .
“GANGSTA’S PARADISE” by Coolio starts to play on the Bose® (product placement) SoundTouch® (product placement) indoor/outdoor surround sound system:
Your favorite 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 and his sweet and lovely femme fatale temptress, “The Fashionista Sensei” Miss Miyamoto, were laying down relaxing and sunbathing in a stark white fishnet style hammock hanging between two of the majestic palm trees. . .
She was in her proper place cradling against his muscular body and moving very little, never turning her head, or revealing any kind of expression that gives the viewing audience at home a clue as to her innermost thoughts with the only exception being a very sharp and penetratingly affectionate and devilishly delicious, malevolent and pleasurable, mischievously smile coming from her very luscious and alluring lips while caressing his muscular chest with her fingers.
Her sweet as honey, harmoniously hypnotizing, smooth as silk, smoky voice radiating through her very luscious and alluring lips:
“ Child, please! Andre Aquarius-san, these aren’t the days when you were running roughshod over that waanabe second-rate organization with third-rate talent as that token affirmative action hire in the highly overrated #beachkrew when The Handsome Half-breed Shadowlove-san was just a mere rookie sensation in the WCF. We were never quite that impressed with #beachkrew when they were yipping up a storm like a bunch of Chihuahuas down in ol’ México and we aren’t all that impressed with the #beachkrew’s pet monkey-boy trying to step out of their shadow and. . .”
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:
“And into mine now. You might be a different shade of grey than me, Andre, even when thinking that you're some kind of über driver in the sports entertainment business when it comes to raising the temperature by making everyone's blood boil in this organization, but even with all your accolades, you will never draw as much heat as I do just by my. . .”
His patented malevolent, tight wolfish, whiplash smile, slowly appearing on his lips showing off perfectly white even teeth on his tanned 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.
“ Look what I have done to Masutarōu, Dark Spectre, and even yourself, Andre, when influencing and manipulating your actions inside and outside of the squared-circle. You really should change the bong water every now and then because you're smoking the same old useless sentiment like they did when they came across our presence when thinking that they could even come close to getting some kind of a rise out of me and my sweet and lovely Miyamoto. . .”
She lowers her Ray-Ban sunglasses down her perfectly flawless nose on her angelic looking face, showing off her intoxicating and incandescent almond shaped green eyes.
“ It seems nothing has changed between the haves and the have nots in the grand scheme of things here in the NBW, Andre Aquarius-san. Trying to manipulate and influence Shadowlove-san’s individuality with your petty jealousies when telling him how to be representative of this very classless organization is really rich considering the source. You can question his personal hygiene, his stylish fashion sense, the way he walks, the way he talks, telling him what he can say about the NBW, what he can’t say about the NBW, telling him what he should say about the NBW, and what he shouldn't say about the NBW like all very jealous, very defensive, and very insecure people like yourself that have been programmed to do in #beachkrew when trying to get yourself over with the NBW Hierarchy, every velveteen wrestler behind the curtain in the back, and the NBW Fandom but. . .”
He runs his fingers through his his classically masculine and modern mussed, razor-textured, choppy finished dark brown hair making his hair perfect, then down his neck, over his muscular chest and washboard abs then flicks fake beads of sweat in the direction of Andre Aquarius watching at home.
“ I don’t sweat you, Andre. History is a matter of opinion isn't it? Opinions are like assholes and everyone has one, it's just that your asshole stinks more than others with all the bullshit that you're trying to spread your legs with Andre. People love bringing up my shadowy History like it's supposed to be something that I should be ashamed of in my career. Oh, how I bring out the affirmative action hire’s selective amnesia when it comes to meeting in the squared-circle back in the dub days. It was quite the storylined clusterfuck of a match between the very untalented #beachkrew vs. a bunch of other WCF no named talent brand names with yours truly thrown in as an up-and-coming rookie sensation going into a nameless pay-per-view that really doesn't matter. You remember when those other WCF no named talent brand names storylined themselves out of the match and left a rookie sensation to get #beachkrew over for a clusterfuck of an upcoming nameless pay-per-view match down in ol’ México?. . .”
He awkward pauses so that Andre Aquarius can play ketchup to the relevance of the irrelevant of their past encounter.
“There I was, the last man standing against the most dominant faction in their prime at the time running roughshod over that wannabe second-rate organization with third-rate talent, and, did I run, did I hide, from this #beachkrew? Not, hardly! I took a beating like a man. But you weren't part of that beating, neither was Kyle Kemp or Dustin Beaver. Jonathan Rabid and Wade Moor sent me into La La Land and made me one of the most disrespected and respected legends in my own mind in the sports entertainment business. The UCI closed its doors because I defeated Kevin Bishop to become the #1 contender for the World title and it was just a matter of time before I defeated Preecha Kamon and became the heir to the empire. . .”
Since Andre Aquarius majored in eating his own bullshit sandwich and toking up on his THC cannabis when dealing with the facts of real life in New Blood Wrestling for medicinal purposes.
“ Vincent Pryde knows that he can hold me back for only so long in this Trü Grit Division before I get really bored and beat down this affirmative action hire, Andre Aquarius, just for my very own self-righteous indignation and self-indulgences like the LAPD did Rodney King and like my ancestors did before Lincoln freed your Uncle Tom ancestors from their cabin back in the day. . .”
He slowly raises his head in super slow motion towards the camera 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 Andre Aquarius. But why, when all you only need is just ONE. ONE to defeat Andre Aquarius. 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 Andre Aquarius 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 Ray-Ban sunglasses up her perfectly flawless nose on her angelic looking face while hiding her intoxicatingly, incandescent almond shaped green eyes with her middle finger.
“GANGSTA’S PARADISE” by Coolio starts to play on the Bose® (product placement) SoundTouch® (product placement) indoor/outdoor surround sound system:
Your favorite 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 and his sweet and lovely femme fatale temptress, “The Fashionista Sensei” Miss Miyamoto, were laying down relaxing and sunbathing in a stark white fishnet style hammock hanging between two of the majestic palm trees. . .
She was in her proper place cradling against his muscular body and moving very little, never turning her head, or revealing any kind of expression that gives the viewing audience at home a clue as to her innermost thoughts with the only exception being a very sharp and penetratingly affectionate and devilishly delicious, malevolent and pleasurable, mischievously smile coming from her very luscious and alluring lips while caressing his muscular chest with her fingers.
Her sweet as honey, harmoniously hypnotizing, smooth as silk, smoky voice radiating through her very luscious and alluring lips:
“ Child, please! Andre Aquarius-san, these aren’t the days when you were running roughshod over that waanabe second-rate organization with third-rate talent as that token affirmative action hire in the highly overrated #beachkrew when The Handsome Half-breed Shadowlove-san was just a mere rookie sensation in the WCF. We were never quite that impressed with #beachkrew when they were yipping up a storm like a bunch of Chihuahuas down in ol’ México and we aren’t all that impressed with the #beachkrew’s pet monkey-boy trying to step out of their shadow and. . .”
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:
“And into mine now. You might be a different shade of grey than me, Andre, even when thinking that you're some kind of über driver in the sports entertainment business when it comes to raising the temperature by making everyone's blood boil in this organization, but even with all your accolades, you will never draw as much heat as I do just by my. . .”
His patented malevolent, tight wolfish, whiplash smile, slowly appearing on his lips showing off perfectly white even teeth on his tanned 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.
“ Look what I have done to Masutarōu, Dark Spectre, and even yourself, Andre, when influencing and manipulating your actions inside and outside of the squared-circle. You really should change the bong water every now and then because you're smoking the same old useless sentiment like they did when they came across our presence when thinking that they could even come close to getting some kind of a rise out of me and my sweet and lovely Miyamoto. . .”
She lowers her Ray-Ban sunglasses down her perfectly flawless nose on her angelic looking face, showing off her intoxicating and incandescent almond shaped green eyes.
“ It seems nothing has changed between the haves and the have nots in the grand scheme of things here in the NBW, Andre Aquarius-san. Trying to manipulate and influence Shadowlove-san’s individuality with your petty jealousies when telling him how to be representative of this very classless organization is really rich considering the source. You can question his personal hygiene, his stylish fashion sense, the way he walks, the way he talks, telling him what he can say about the NBW, what he can’t say about the NBW, telling him what he should say about the NBW, and what he shouldn't say about the NBW like all very jealous, very defensive, and very insecure people like yourself that have been programmed to do in #beachkrew when trying to get yourself over with the NBW Hierarchy, every velveteen wrestler behind the curtain in the back, and the NBW Fandom but. . .”
He runs his fingers through his his classically masculine and modern mussed, razor-textured, choppy finished dark brown hair making his hair perfect, then down his neck, over his muscular chest and washboard abs then flicks fake beads of sweat in the direction of Andre Aquarius watching at home.
“ I don’t sweat you, Andre. History is a matter of opinion isn't it? Opinions are like assholes and everyone has one, it's just that your asshole stinks more than others with all the bullshit that you're trying to spread your legs with Andre. People love bringing up my shadowy History like it's supposed to be something that I should be ashamed of in my career. Oh, how I bring out the affirmative action hire’s selective amnesia when it comes to meeting in the squared-circle back in the dub days. It was quite the storylined clusterfuck of a match between the very untalented #beachkrew vs. a bunch of other WCF no named talent brand names with yours truly thrown in as an up-and-coming rookie sensation going into a nameless pay-per-view that really doesn't matter. You remember when those other WCF no named talent brand names storylined themselves out of the match and left a rookie sensation to get #beachkrew over for a clusterfuck of an upcoming nameless pay-per-view match down in ol’ México?. . .”
He awkward pauses so that Andre Aquarius can play ketchup to the relevance of the irrelevant of their past encounter.
“There I was, the last man standing against the most dominant faction in their prime at the time running roughshod over that wannabe second-rate organization with third-rate talent, and, did I run, did I hide, from this #beachkrew? Not, hardly! I took a beating like a man. But you weren't part of that beating, neither was Kyle Kemp or Dustin Beaver. Jonathan Rabid and Wade Moor sent me into La La Land and made me one of the most disrespected and respected legends in my own mind in the sports entertainment business. The UCI closed its doors because I defeated Kevin Bishop to become the #1 contender for the World title and it was just a matter of time before I defeated Preecha Kamon and became the heir to the empire. . .”
Since Andre Aquarius majored in eating his own bullshit sandwich and toking up on his THC cannabis when dealing with the facts of real life in New Blood Wrestling for medicinal purposes.
“ Vincent Pryde knows that he can hold me back for only so long in this Trü Grit Division before I get really bored and beat down this affirmative action hire, Andre Aquarius, just for my very own self-righteous indignation and self-indulgences like the LAPD did Rodney King and like my ancestors did before Lincoln freed your Uncle Tom ancestors from their cabin back in the day. . .”
He slowly raises his head in super slow motion towards the camera 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 Andre Aquarius. But why, when all you only need is just ONE. ONE to defeat Andre Aquarius. 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 Andre Aquarius 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 Ray-Ban 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!