Beyond Any Shadowlove Of A Doubt
Feb 12, 2018 10:15:24 GMT
CEO Vincent Pryde, bonnieblue, and 1 more like this
Post by SHADOWLOVE on Feb 12, 2018 10:15:24 GMT
The Hariuddoburondo Conglomerate Fashion Show, New York Fashion Week, New York City, New York, Present Day. . .
The following takes place sometime after losing the tag-team match along with Corey Bull to Bonnie Blue and L Verez on last weeks Monday Bloody Monday, sometime before the events of this week's Non-title World Tag-team match with Kendrick Kross against World Tag-team Champions, The Razzle Dazzlers of Fantazzmagazzles, Broski Jayden and Ricardo Frenches, and occur in real time sometime during the events of this week’s NBW Monday Bloody Monday inside the One World Observatory, offering the panoramic views of New York City’s iconic sights, surrounding waters and skyline, located on the 100th, 101st and 102nd floors of One World Trade Center, The Freedom Tower, around the midnight hour. . .
“Sharp Dressed Man” by ZZ Top starts to play on the Bose® (product placement) SoundTouch® (product placement) indoor/outdoor surround sound system:
A mixture of multicolored laser lights and strobe lights illuminates throughout the One World Observatory as theatrical smoke and fog helping to set the scene. . .
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, appears through the theatrical smoke and fog on stage while taking in the aura coming from the two hundred plus standing room only private audience clicking away with their cameras and cellphones like the paparazzi during a "Hollywood" premiere and makes his way funky-like-a-monkey swaggering down the catwalk.
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.
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 the Gods definitely must be running fashionably late tonight.
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. . .”
“HER STRUT” by Bob Seger & The Silver Bullet Band starts to play on the Bose® (product placement) SoundTouch® (product placement) indoor/outdoor surround sound system:
His sweet and lovely personal bodyguard/valet and femme fatale temptress, “The Fashionista Sensei” Miss Miyamoto, appears through the theatrical smoke and fog running fashionably late tonight on stage while taking in the aura coming from the two hundred plus standing room only private audience clicking away with their cameras and cellphones like the paparazzi during a "Hollywood" premiere while exuding fantastic supermodel energy, as she makes her way with a stiff, erect, and apparently arrogant and conceited "Strut" down the catwalk.
Her raven black hair was pulled back in a French braid showing off her angelic face as 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.
Her attractively well-proportioned, slim, trim, toned body built for sin was encased in the most iconic stark white diamond-encrusted mermaid wedding gown designed by Stella McCartney and stark white Jimmy Choo stilettos.
She was being trailed behind by those two salty looking Japanese dudes, Kyodai and Shatei, both sporting jet-black crew-cut hair, sunglasses, custom-made black Giorgio Armani business suits, meticulously holding the train of the most iconic stark white diamond-encrusted mermaid wedding gown.
She seems to mysteriously be conjuring up a mystical spell over him just by her mere presence as she takes 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 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 personal bodyguards, Kyodai and Shatei, disappear into the darkness of One World Observatory as her sweet as honey, harmoniously hypnotizing, smooth as silk, smoky voice radiating through her very luscious and very alluring lips:
“ Congratulations on your victory Insurgency. You chose to declare some kind of one, two, three, four thumb war against Vincent Pryde for his mistreatment of UCI talent. And yet, instead of Bonnie Blue and L Verez having an honest-to-god tag match with former UCI talent like Corey Bull-san and Shadowlove-san, you cowardly chose to try to make some kind of false flag statement with Jenson-san and Sam Kidsgrove-san and that worthless waste of space Travis McKenna-san interference in their match. This act of very laughable seditious insurgency that was supposed to be serving notice to everyone in this organization as an act of intimidation and motivation simply just only brought out your jealousy, your insecurities, and your paranoia of hypocrisy knowing that as a whole, this Insurgency was no match for the team of Corey Bull-san and Shadowlove-san. Oh you may have indeed scored a minor pinfall victory in some kind of demented battle with Vincent Pryde when trying to appease your complex rebellious nature of intimidation and motivation in your mediocre minds, but the problem with having a declaration of war is that with every meaningless action there is an even stronger and meaningful reaction in the grand scheme of things here in New Blood Wrestling. . .”
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.
“ The NBW Hierarchy, every velveteen wrestler behind the curtain in the back, and the NBW Fandom saw that unpleasant emotion caused by your belief that Corey Bull-san and Shadowlove-san were so dangerous, so likely to cause you pain, and forced you to ease your suffering by circling the wagons out of fear of the known and unknown that knowingly unknowingly awoken your innermost thoughts, your innermost actions, your innermost demons with your failed preemptive strike. . .”
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.
“ A simple kiss of death formally recognizes the bond of two people as partners in a personal relationship between a man and a woman that is stronger than any insurgency sandstorm and will beyond any shadow of a doubt turn their desert into crystal clear resolution from the fiery red-hot heat. Our dearly departed Commissioner Lamarche-san was the first to understand this revelation and chose the resignation to simply disappear. . .”
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.
He raises 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.
“ But Thee Commissioner got the last laugh, so to speak, when he decided to put me into yet another tag-team match with a tag-team partner not of our choosing when teaming me with Kendrick Kross. Kendrick, you’re looking at the one man in the NBW that can team with any no-talent hack like yourself and turn you into a real winner in this organization. You defeated Zany Gray Zee. Twice. So what! Defeating Zany Gray Zee isn't really something to write home to mom about, now is it? I'm sure you mom can hardly wait to hear about your victory over that backwards Masked Max, Max Masked, whatever? Although, your victories over Zany Gray Zee and Max Masked should prepare you for the zany antics of those new NBW World Tag-team Champions, Broski Jayden and Ricardo Frenches. I mean, are the NBW Hierarchy, every velveteen wrestler behind the curtain in the back, and the NBW Fandom really supposed to be impressed with The Razzle Dazzlers of Fantazzmagazzles because they're the new World Tag-team Champions?. . .”
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 of a Goddess of the Rising Sun and a 21st century female samurai warrior known for her bravery and strength and looks through the camera and at Broski Jayden and Ricardo Frenches watching at home while waving her index finger in a “No, no, no, no Colonel Sanders, these chicken shits, pardon my French, are to afraid of putting the NBW World Tag-team Championship on the line in order to be put on any one of KFC’s extra value meals.”
“ Broski Jayden-san and Ricardo Frenches-san sort of reminds the NBW Hierarchy, every velveteen wrestler behind the curtain in the back, and the NBW Fandom of Kendrick Kross-san. Just looking at the desolate emptiness of the tag-team division and you can see why The Razzle Dazzlers of Fantazzmagazzles were in the wrong place at the right time when they skinned Rattlesnake-san and Viper-san of the NBW World Tag-team Championship. Broski Jayden-san and Ricardo Frenches-san really think that The Razzle Dazzlers of Fantazzmagazzles are talented enough to neutralize the biggest Fashion Trend in the NBW when more established wrestlers in this organization and the sports entertainment business have tried and failed miserably to even give him any kind of humbling experience. . .”
He runs his fingers through his his classically masculine and modern mussed, razor-textured, choppy finished dark brown hair making his hair perfect, down his neck, over his muscular chest and washboard abs then flicks fake beads of sweat in the direction of Broski Jayden and Ricardo Frenches making them wet with his money shot while watching at home.
“ It’s very easy to see why The Razzle Dazzlers of Fantazzmagazzles are living in the land of phantasmic confusion and disorderly polyphonic conduct. These banty roosters can puff out their chest and cock-a-doodle-doo until the sunrise until they're blue ball each other in the face all that they want but even they know that they will never pin my shoulders to the squared-circle much less make me submit. Broski and Ricardo good luck pinning or submitting Kendrick with me in the corner of the squared-circle. Then again, enjoy the view Kendrick because I have bigger fish to fry in this organization and Broski and Ricardo and yourself don't really matter to me. When we defeat The Razzle Dazzlers of Fantazzmagazzles and become the number one contenders for the NBW World Tag-team Championship, you won't be around long enough to enjoy this victory. . .”
She finger walks her fingers along the pectoral muscle of his chest and reaches inside his newly fresh and crisp custom-made Calvin Klein stark liquid white leather trench-coat with fringe and five finger discounts a rolled-up copy of the Wall St. Journal and starts tapping the rolled-up newspaper into the palm of her hand.
“ Kendrick Kross-san, just enjoy the accolades of winning your fourth match in a roll here in New Blood Wrestling. Fear has many faces Kross-san and your face has given you away. 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 you, what he can’t say about you, telling him what he should say about you, and what he shouldn't say about you all that you want like all the other very jealous, very defensive, and very insecure people like yourself that have been programmed to do as all Villagers in Chelsea with torches in hand when trying to get yourself over like you were some dude from Manchester United. . .”
For some very odd reason, he loses his train of thought as he seems to be in a somewhat hypnotizing trance looking down at his sweet and lovely Miyamoto's attractively well-proportioned, slim, trim, toned body built for sin in her the most iconic stark white diamond-encrusted mermaid wedding gown designed by Stella McCartney and stark white Jimmy Choo stilettos.
“ Oh snap, my sweet and lovely Miyamoto. You just made Kendrick roll over and play dead and you didn't even have to tap that tattooed little dawg and pony show on the nose to do it. That is what separates me from all these wannabe badass freakarellas like Kendrick, Broski, and Ricardo. I just don't give a fuck. It is this self-destructive, self-righteous indignation and self-righteous indulgences of self-awareness that gives me great pleasure and even greater pain in knowing that without my parent’s blood flowing through my veins with the power, the knowledge, and the wisdom of my 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 gives me quite the advantage over smart challenged individuals like yourselves. . .”
He can see why there are many people throughout the world that fears his sweet and lovely Miyamoto more than him, she really has grown into quite an amazing woman with a particular intensive well-trained set of skills in international business etiquette and diplomatic protocol to go along with her excellent mixture of hand-to-hand combative martial arts that transforms her into very mysterious and seductive femme fatale temptress whose allure and charm will ensnare both men and women, often leading them into very, very, very compromising, very, very, very dangerous, and very, very, very deadly situations.
“ We don't really care about the baggage handling that The Razzle Dazzlers of Fantazzmagazzles have gone through life. It sounds like your daughter Kendra is better off not even knowing that you exist on this planet Broski Jayden-san. Are we supposed to play little violins because some yoga instructor took your wife and child?. . .”
He reaches inside his newly fresh and crisp custom-made Calvin Klein stark liquid white leather trench-coat with fringe and removes a custom-made 17th century Antonio Stradivari violin while displaying 1st class sound and outstanding playing quality from a very superbly fine and rare 1865 German certified violin bow made by Henrich Knopf for Ludwig Christian August Bausch and playing an instrumental version of Metallica’s “WHEREVER I MAY ROAM”:
He double raises an eyebrows with an ice cold psychopathic stare radiants from his sparkling blue eyes and winks at the viewing audience watching at home as he finishes and slides the custom-made 17th century Antonio Stradivari violin and very superbly fine and rare 1865 German certified violin bow back inside his newly fresh and crisp custom-made Calvin Klein stark liquid white leather trench-coat with fringe as if nothing has happened.
“This is the part of the program where you start to cry crocodile tears on your brother Ricardo’s shoulder. Because I'm sure that he’s the only one in this organization that really cares about you Broski. You both are either the unluckiest NBW World Tag-team Champions or are just playing the part of every dysfunctional family of your stereotypical bigger-than-life personalities, these dames to kill for, and these butt ugly stranger than strange imaginary monsters that New Blood Wrestling is known for housing. . .”
“WHITE WEDDING" by Billy Idol starts to play on the Bose® (product placement) SoundTouch® (product placement) outdoor surround sound system:
“ If you both were born in glass houses Broski Jayden-san and Ricardo Frenches-san then you both are destined to relive your lives over and over again until your glass house finally comes crashing down on you. Are you really destined to be cursed for a thousand years in order to live your life in eternal damnation as you say or are you just one of many false prophets prophesying your realities in one of many of life's many journeys?. . .”
He starts stripping off his newly fresh and crisp custom-made Calvin Klein stark liquid white leather trench-coat with fringe like a Chippendale dancer and spinning his newly fresh and crisp custom-made Calvin Klein stark liquid white leather trench-coat with fringe around him like a Matador in a bull ring and throwing in up into the air.
“ There are many heroes and many villains that are representative of your stereotypical bigger-than-life personalities, these dames to kill for, and these butt ugly stranger than strange imaginary monsters that New Blood Wrestling is known for housing. It is just a matter of interpretation for the NBW Hierarchy, every velveteen wrestler behind the curtain in the back, and the NBW Fandom. . .”
He starts to perform a lap dance for his sweet and lovely Miyamoto, without making body contact, bumping and grinding and shaking his hips in a very, very adult way like Elvis Presley, back in the day.
“We all bear the burden of the past, the present, and the future of this organization. But are all three of you really strong enough to both mentally and physically bear the burdens of the one person that is blamed for the wrongdoings, mistakes, faults of others, especially for reasons of expediency to rewrite the wrongs and make things right in New Blood Wrestling?. . .”
She snaps her fingers. Suddenly, in KRAMER style move; twirling twice and performing a 7.3 on the Richter scale triple take as if coming through a door, on what seems to be coming down from the "sugar" rush high, he stops in his tracks in front to her and drops to one knee in a Tim Tebow-esque style pose letting his equilibrium catch up to him.
“ The Razzle Dazzlers of Fantazzmagazzles are simply overhyped piss ants and nothing more in this organization. Broski and Ricardo capitalized on one very fortunate opportunity. You really want to vomit comet into your mouth thinking that this is the only current tag-team on the NBW roster worth a damn. And they have already failed miserably in the eyes of the NBW Hierarchy, every velveteen wrestler behind the curtain in the back, and the NBW Fandom when they chose not to defend the World Tag-team Championship on Monday Bloody Monday. . .”
She catches the his newly fresh and crisp custom-made Calvin Klein stark liquid white leather trench-coat with fringe with Bushidō catlike reflex precision and drapes the his newly fresh and crisp custom-made Calvin Klein stark liquid white leather trench-coat over his shoulders like James Brown.
“ Broski Jayden-san and Ricardo Frenches-san have called themselves the chosen ones and yet they have let this opportunity to make a name for themselves quietly slip away from their fingertips. Will they even come close to defeating the chosen team of the NBW Hierarchy, every velveteen wrestler behind the curtain in the back, and the NBW Fandom?. . .”
The two hundred plus standing room only private audience clicking away with their cameras and cellphones like the paparazzi during a "Hollywood" premiere as multicolored confetti starts to rain down on The Hariuddoburondo Conglomerate Fashion Show inside the inside the One World Observatory of One World Trade Center, The Freedom Tower.
“ Nope. My legacy in this organization is already more prestigious than those NBW World Tag-team Championships that are around both your waists. Don't let my loss with Corey Bull to Bonnie Blue and L Verez fool you both into complacency. Even with someone like Kendrick in my corner, we are twice the team that The Razzle Dazzlers of Fantazzmagazzles and The Snake Pit combined. . .”
He rises up to quickly and just a tad bit dizzy and starts walking drunkenly towards the end of the catwalk. As he takes one step off the catwalk with his custom-made Calvin Klein alligator skinned boot, she acts like she is fishing and casts a fake rod and reel. She begins reeling in the catch of the day as he moonwalks like Michael Jackson back towards her.
“ This truth hurts, doesn't it, Broski Jayden-san and Ricardo Frenches-san? It took the combined strength of this Insurgency to defeat Corey Bull-san and Shadowlove-san in what should've been a disqualification victory. But alas, Bonnie Blue, L Verez, Jenson-san, and Sam Kidsgrove-san showed the NBW Hierarchy, every velveteen wrestler behind the curtain in the back, and the NBW Fandom their true yellow brightness of their complex rebellious nature of intimidation and motivation in this very laughable seditious insurgency. . .”
He lifts his sweet and lovely Miyamoto up and cradles her into his arms like a bride being carried over the threshold and walks down the steps in front of the catwalk.
“ This little meaningless crusade to follow in the footsteps of The Insurgency is meaningless in the grand scheme of things in this organization. I applaud you both in your efforts but does any kind of defeat really change the man that I am in New Blood Wrestling? In order to change who I am and what I've become, I would have to have quite the out of body experience and become the very one thing that I am indeed not in this organization. . .”
She starts twirling his classically masculine and modern mussed, razor-textured, choppy finished dark brown hair through her fingers with carnal fascination and malignant pleasure.
“ Just like your stereotypical bigger-than-life personalities, these dames to kill for, and these butt ugly stranger than strange imaginary monsters that New Blood Wrestling is known for housing. Destroy, him. Please. . .
She runs her fingers seductively along his chiseled chin and raises her 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.
“ Please. You think you know me, Broski and Ricardo? The only way to destroy my true nature is to become just like me. Now, go look into the mirror. What do you see?. . .”
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.
“ They see what everyone sees when they see your shadowy persona. They see their past, present, and future collapsing right before their very eyes when they smash the mirror. . .”
The two hundred plus standing room only private audience clicking away with their cameras and cellphones like the paparazzi during a "Hollywood" premiere parts like the Red Sea around them and just as quickly swallows them up following behind them as multicolored confetti continues to rain down on The Hariuddoburondo Conglomerate Fashion Show inside the inside the One World Observatory of One World Trade Center, The Freedom Tower.
“ It’s okay, Broski and Ricardo, you can survive having seven years of bad luck, can't you? After all, you’ve lasted this long under the crumbling down of your dysfunctional family's glass house. . .”
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 Broski Jayden and Ricardo Frenches. But why, when all you only need is just ONE. ONE to defeat The Razzle Dazzlers of Fantazzmagazzles. 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 Broski Jayden and Ricardo Frenches, The Razzle Dazzlers of Fantazzmagazzles, the new World Tag-team Champions, 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.
The following takes place sometime after losing the tag-team match along with Corey Bull to Bonnie Blue and L Verez on last weeks Monday Bloody Monday, sometime before the events of this week's Non-title World Tag-team match with Kendrick Kross against World Tag-team Champions, The Razzle Dazzlers of Fantazzmagazzles, Broski Jayden and Ricardo Frenches, and occur in real time sometime during the events of this week’s NBW Monday Bloody Monday inside the One World Observatory, offering the panoramic views of New York City’s iconic sights, surrounding waters and skyline, located on the 100th, 101st and 102nd floors of One World Trade Center, The Freedom Tower, around the midnight hour. . .
“Sharp Dressed Man” by ZZ Top starts to play on the Bose® (product placement) SoundTouch® (product placement) indoor/outdoor surround sound system:
A mixture of multicolored laser lights and strobe lights illuminates throughout the One World Observatory as theatrical smoke and fog helping to set the scene. . .
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, appears through the theatrical smoke and fog on stage while taking in the aura coming from the two hundred plus standing room only private audience clicking away with their cameras and cellphones like the paparazzi during a "Hollywood" premiere and makes his way funky-like-a-monkey swaggering down the catwalk.
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.
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 the Gods definitely must be running fashionably late tonight.
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. . .”
“HER STRUT” by Bob Seger & The Silver Bullet Band starts to play on the Bose® (product placement) SoundTouch® (product placement) indoor/outdoor surround sound system:
His sweet and lovely personal bodyguard/valet and femme fatale temptress, “The Fashionista Sensei” Miss Miyamoto, appears through the theatrical smoke and fog running fashionably late tonight on stage while taking in the aura coming from the two hundred plus standing room only private audience clicking away with their cameras and cellphones like the paparazzi during a "Hollywood" premiere while exuding fantastic supermodel energy, as she makes her way with a stiff, erect, and apparently arrogant and conceited "Strut" down the catwalk.
Her raven black hair was pulled back in a French braid showing off her angelic face as 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.
Her attractively well-proportioned, slim, trim, toned body built for sin was encased in the most iconic stark white diamond-encrusted mermaid wedding gown designed by Stella McCartney and stark white Jimmy Choo stilettos.
She was being trailed behind by those two salty looking Japanese dudes, Kyodai and Shatei, both sporting jet-black crew-cut hair, sunglasses, custom-made black Giorgio Armani business suits, meticulously holding the train of the most iconic stark white diamond-encrusted mermaid wedding gown.
She seems to mysteriously be conjuring up a mystical spell over him just by her mere presence as she takes 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 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 personal bodyguards, Kyodai and Shatei, disappear into the darkness of One World Observatory as her sweet as honey, harmoniously hypnotizing, smooth as silk, smoky voice radiating through her very luscious and very alluring lips:
“ Congratulations on your victory Insurgency. You chose to declare some kind of one, two, three, four thumb war against Vincent Pryde for his mistreatment of UCI talent. And yet, instead of Bonnie Blue and L Verez having an honest-to-god tag match with former UCI talent like Corey Bull-san and Shadowlove-san, you cowardly chose to try to make some kind of false flag statement with Jenson-san and Sam Kidsgrove-san and that worthless waste of space Travis McKenna-san interference in their match. This act of very laughable seditious insurgency that was supposed to be serving notice to everyone in this organization as an act of intimidation and motivation simply just only brought out your jealousy, your insecurities, and your paranoia of hypocrisy knowing that as a whole, this Insurgency was no match for the team of Corey Bull-san and Shadowlove-san. Oh you may have indeed scored a minor pinfall victory in some kind of demented battle with Vincent Pryde when trying to appease your complex rebellious nature of intimidation and motivation in your mediocre minds, but the problem with having a declaration of war is that with every meaningless action there is an even stronger and meaningful reaction in the grand scheme of things here in New Blood Wrestling. . .”
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.
“ The NBW Hierarchy, every velveteen wrestler behind the curtain in the back, and the NBW Fandom saw that unpleasant emotion caused by your belief that Corey Bull-san and Shadowlove-san were so dangerous, so likely to cause you pain, and forced you to ease your suffering by circling the wagons out of fear of the known and unknown that knowingly unknowingly awoken your innermost thoughts, your innermost actions, your innermost demons with your failed preemptive strike. . .”
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.
“ A simple kiss of death formally recognizes the bond of two people as partners in a personal relationship between a man and a woman that is stronger than any insurgency sandstorm and will beyond any shadow of a doubt turn their desert into crystal clear resolution from the fiery red-hot heat. Our dearly departed Commissioner Lamarche-san was the first to understand this revelation and chose the resignation to simply disappear. . .”
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.
He raises 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.
“ But Thee Commissioner got the last laugh, so to speak, when he decided to put me into yet another tag-team match with a tag-team partner not of our choosing when teaming me with Kendrick Kross. Kendrick, you’re looking at the one man in the NBW that can team with any no-talent hack like yourself and turn you into a real winner in this organization. You defeated Zany Gray Zee. Twice. So what! Defeating Zany Gray Zee isn't really something to write home to mom about, now is it? I'm sure you mom can hardly wait to hear about your victory over that backwards Masked Max, Max Masked, whatever? Although, your victories over Zany Gray Zee and Max Masked should prepare you for the zany antics of those new NBW World Tag-team Champions, Broski Jayden and Ricardo Frenches. I mean, are the NBW Hierarchy, every velveteen wrestler behind the curtain in the back, and the NBW Fandom really supposed to be impressed with The Razzle Dazzlers of Fantazzmagazzles because they're the new World Tag-team Champions?. . .”
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 of a Goddess of the Rising Sun and a 21st century female samurai warrior known for her bravery and strength and looks through the camera and at Broski Jayden and Ricardo Frenches watching at home while waving her index finger in a “No, no, no, no Colonel Sanders, these chicken shits, pardon my French, are to afraid of putting the NBW World Tag-team Championship on the line in order to be put on any one of KFC’s extra value meals.”
“ Broski Jayden-san and Ricardo Frenches-san sort of reminds the NBW Hierarchy, every velveteen wrestler behind the curtain in the back, and the NBW Fandom of Kendrick Kross-san. Just looking at the desolate emptiness of the tag-team division and you can see why The Razzle Dazzlers of Fantazzmagazzles were in the wrong place at the right time when they skinned Rattlesnake-san and Viper-san of the NBW World Tag-team Championship. Broski Jayden-san and Ricardo Frenches-san really think that The Razzle Dazzlers of Fantazzmagazzles are talented enough to neutralize the biggest Fashion Trend in the NBW when more established wrestlers in this organization and the sports entertainment business have tried and failed miserably to even give him any kind of humbling experience. . .”
He runs his fingers through his his classically masculine and modern mussed, razor-textured, choppy finished dark brown hair making his hair perfect, down his neck, over his muscular chest and washboard abs then flicks fake beads of sweat in the direction of Broski Jayden and Ricardo Frenches making them wet with his money shot while watching at home.
“ It’s very easy to see why The Razzle Dazzlers of Fantazzmagazzles are living in the land of phantasmic confusion and disorderly polyphonic conduct. These banty roosters can puff out their chest and cock-a-doodle-doo until the sunrise until they're blue ball each other in the face all that they want but even they know that they will never pin my shoulders to the squared-circle much less make me submit. Broski and Ricardo good luck pinning or submitting Kendrick with me in the corner of the squared-circle. Then again, enjoy the view Kendrick because I have bigger fish to fry in this organization and Broski and Ricardo and yourself don't really matter to me. When we defeat The Razzle Dazzlers of Fantazzmagazzles and become the number one contenders for the NBW World Tag-team Championship, you won't be around long enough to enjoy this victory. . .”
She finger walks her fingers along the pectoral muscle of his chest and reaches inside his newly fresh and crisp custom-made Calvin Klein stark liquid white leather trench-coat with fringe and five finger discounts a rolled-up copy of the Wall St. Journal and starts tapping the rolled-up newspaper into the palm of her hand.
“ Kendrick Kross-san, just enjoy the accolades of winning your fourth match in a roll here in New Blood Wrestling. Fear has many faces Kross-san and your face has given you away. 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 you, what he can’t say about you, telling him what he should say about you, and what he shouldn't say about you all that you want like all the other very jealous, very defensive, and very insecure people like yourself that have been programmed to do as all Villagers in Chelsea with torches in hand when trying to get yourself over like you were some dude from Manchester United. . .”
For some very odd reason, he loses his train of thought as he seems to be in a somewhat hypnotizing trance looking down at his sweet and lovely Miyamoto's attractively well-proportioned, slim, trim, toned body built for sin in her the most iconic stark white diamond-encrusted mermaid wedding gown designed by Stella McCartney and stark white Jimmy Choo stilettos.
“ Oh snap, my sweet and lovely Miyamoto. You just made Kendrick roll over and play dead and you didn't even have to tap that tattooed little dawg and pony show on the nose to do it. That is what separates me from all these wannabe badass freakarellas like Kendrick, Broski, and Ricardo. I just don't give a fuck. It is this self-destructive, self-righteous indignation and self-righteous indulgences of self-awareness that gives me great pleasure and even greater pain in knowing that without my parent’s blood flowing through my veins with the power, the knowledge, and the wisdom of my 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 gives me quite the advantage over smart challenged individuals like yourselves. . .”
He can see why there are many people throughout the world that fears his sweet and lovely Miyamoto more than him, she really has grown into quite an amazing woman with a particular intensive well-trained set of skills in international business etiquette and diplomatic protocol to go along with her excellent mixture of hand-to-hand combative martial arts that transforms her into very mysterious and seductive femme fatale temptress whose allure and charm will ensnare both men and women, often leading them into very, very, very compromising, very, very, very dangerous, and very, very, very deadly situations.
“ We don't really care about the baggage handling that The Razzle Dazzlers of Fantazzmagazzles have gone through life. It sounds like your daughter Kendra is better off not even knowing that you exist on this planet Broski Jayden-san. Are we supposed to play little violins because some yoga instructor took your wife and child?. . .”
He reaches inside his newly fresh and crisp custom-made Calvin Klein stark liquid white leather trench-coat with fringe and removes a custom-made 17th century Antonio Stradivari violin while displaying 1st class sound and outstanding playing quality from a very superbly fine and rare 1865 German certified violin bow made by Henrich Knopf for Ludwig Christian August Bausch and playing an instrumental version of Metallica’s “WHEREVER I MAY ROAM”:
He double raises an eyebrows with an ice cold psychopathic stare radiants from his sparkling blue eyes and winks at the viewing audience watching at home as he finishes and slides the custom-made 17th century Antonio Stradivari violin and very superbly fine and rare 1865 German certified violin bow back inside his newly fresh and crisp custom-made Calvin Klein stark liquid white leather trench-coat with fringe as if nothing has happened.
“This is the part of the program where you start to cry crocodile tears on your brother Ricardo’s shoulder. Because I'm sure that he’s the only one in this organization that really cares about you Broski. You both are either the unluckiest NBW World Tag-team Champions or are just playing the part of every dysfunctional family of your stereotypical bigger-than-life personalities, these dames to kill for, and these butt ugly stranger than strange imaginary monsters that New Blood Wrestling is known for housing. . .”
“WHITE WEDDING" by Billy Idol starts to play on the Bose® (product placement) SoundTouch® (product placement) outdoor surround sound system:
“ If you both were born in glass houses Broski Jayden-san and Ricardo Frenches-san then you both are destined to relive your lives over and over again until your glass house finally comes crashing down on you. Are you really destined to be cursed for a thousand years in order to live your life in eternal damnation as you say or are you just one of many false prophets prophesying your realities in one of many of life's many journeys?. . .”
He starts stripping off his newly fresh and crisp custom-made Calvin Klein stark liquid white leather trench-coat with fringe like a Chippendale dancer and spinning his newly fresh and crisp custom-made Calvin Klein stark liquid white leather trench-coat with fringe around him like a Matador in a bull ring and throwing in up into the air.
“ There are many heroes and many villains that are representative of your stereotypical bigger-than-life personalities, these dames to kill for, and these butt ugly stranger than strange imaginary monsters that New Blood Wrestling is known for housing. It is just a matter of interpretation for the NBW Hierarchy, every velveteen wrestler behind the curtain in the back, and the NBW Fandom. . .”
He starts to perform a lap dance for his sweet and lovely Miyamoto, without making body contact, bumping and grinding and shaking his hips in a very, very adult way like Elvis Presley, back in the day.
“We all bear the burden of the past, the present, and the future of this organization. But are all three of you really strong enough to both mentally and physically bear the burdens of the one person that is blamed for the wrongdoings, mistakes, faults of others, especially for reasons of expediency to rewrite the wrongs and make things right in New Blood Wrestling?. . .”
She snaps her fingers. Suddenly, in KRAMER style move; twirling twice and performing a 7.3 on the Richter scale triple take as if coming through a door, on what seems to be coming down from the "sugar" rush high, he stops in his tracks in front to her and drops to one knee in a Tim Tebow-esque style pose letting his equilibrium catch up to him.
“ The Razzle Dazzlers of Fantazzmagazzles are simply overhyped piss ants and nothing more in this organization. Broski and Ricardo capitalized on one very fortunate opportunity. You really want to vomit comet into your mouth thinking that this is the only current tag-team on the NBW roster worth a damn. And they have already failed miserably in the eyes of the NBW Hierarchy, every velveteen wrestler behind the curtain in the back, and the NBW Fandom when they chose not to defend the World Tag-team Championship on Monday Bloody Monday. . .”
She catches the his newly fresh and crisp custom-made Calvin Klein stark liquid white leather trench-coat with fringe with Bushidō catlike reflex precision and drapes the his newly fresh and crisp custom-made Calvin Klein stark liquid white leather trench-coat over his shoulders like James Brown.
“ Broski Jayden-san and Ricardo Frenches-san have called themselves the chosen ones and yet they have let this opportunity to make a name for themselves quietly slip away from their fingertips. Will they even come close to defeating the chosen team of the NBW Hierarchy, every velveteen wrestler behind the curtain in the back, and the NBW Fandom?. . .”
The two hundred plus standing room only private audience clicking away with their cameras and cellphones like the paparazzi during a "Hollywood" premiere as multicolored confetti starts to rain down on The Hariuddoburondo Conglomerate Fashion Show inside the inside the One World Observatory of One World Trade Center, The Freedom Tower.
“ Nope. My legacy in this organization is already more prestigious than those NBW World Tag-team Championships that are around both your waists. Don't let my loss with Corey Bull to Bonnie Blue and L Verez fool you both into complacency. Even with someone like Kendrick in my corner, we are twice the team that The Razzle Dazzlers of Fantazzmagazzles and The Snake Pit combined. . .”
He rises up to quickly and just a tad bit dizzy and starts walking drunkenly towards the end of the catwalk. As he takes one step off the catwalk with his custom-made Calvin Klein alligator skinned boot, she acts like she is fishing and casts a fake rod and reel. She begins reeling in the catch of the day as he moonwalks like Michael Jackson back towards her.
“ This truth hurts, doesn't it, Broski Jayden-san and Ricardo Frenches-san? It took the combined strength of this Insurgency to defeat Corey Bull-san and Shadowlove-san in what should've been a disqualification victory. But alas, Bonnie Blue, L Verez, Jenson-san, and Sam Kidsgrove-san showed the NBW Hierarchy, every velveteen wrestler behind the curtain in the back, and the NBW Fandom their true yellow brightness of their complex rebellious nature of intimidation and motivation in this very laughable seditious insurgency. . .”
He lifts his sweet and lovely Miyamoto up and cradles her into his arms like a bride being carried over the threshold and walks down the steps in front of the catwalk.
“ This little meaningless crusade to follow in the footsteps of The Insurgency is meaningless in the grand scheme of things in this organization. I applaud you both in your efforts but does any kind of defeat really change the man that I am in New Blood Wrestling? In order to change who I am and what I've become, I would have to have quite the out of body experience and become the very one thing that I am indeed not in this organization. . .”
She starts twirling his classically masculine and modern mussed, razor-textured, choppy finished dark brown hair through her fingers with carnal fascination and malignant pleasure.
“ Just like your stereotypical bigger-than-life personalities, these dames to kill for, and these butt ugly stranger than strange imaginary monsters that New Blood Wrestling is known for housing. Destroy, him. Please. . .
She runs her fingers seductively along his chiseled chin and raises her 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.
“ Please. You think you know me, Broski and Ricardo? The only way to destroy my true nature is to become just like me. Now, go look into the mirror. What do you see?. . .”
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.
“ They see what everyone sees when they see your shadowy persona. They see their past, present, and future collapsing right before their very eyes when they smash the mirror. . .”
The two hundred plus standing room only private audience clicking away with their cameras and cellphones like the paparazzi during a "Hollywood" premiere parts like the Red Sea around them and just as quickly swallows them up following behind them as multicolored confetti continues to rain down on The Hariuddoburondo Conglomerate Fashion Show inside the inside the One World Observatory of One World Trade Center, The Freedom Tower.
“ It’s okay, Broski and Ricardo, you can survive having seven years of bad luck, can't you? After all, you’ve lasted this long under the crumbling down of your dysfunctional family's glass house. . .”
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 Broski Jayden and Ricardo Frenches. But why, when all you only need is just ONE. ONE to defeat The Razzle Dazzlers of Fantazzmagazzles. 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 Broski Jayden and Ricardo Frenches, The Razzle Dazzlers of Fantazzmagazzles, the new World Tag-team Champions, 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!