Walking In The Shadow Of Love
Dec 30, 2017 23:09:11 GMT
CEO Vincent Pryde, bonnieblue, and 2 more like this
Post by SHADOWLOVE on Dec 30, 2017 23:09:11 GMT
North East Okayama Prefecture On The Border Of Hyogo Prefecture, Japan. . .
The following takes place sometime after defeating Kevin Bishop on his last appearance on UCI Overload, sometime before the events of this week's Trü Grit match with "The Monarch of Metal Method, Heavy Metal” Masutarōu and “The Chaos Killer” Dark Spectre, and occur in real time sometime during the events of this week’s first NBW Monday Bloody Monday inside the crowded nightclub of The Five Tiered Hariuddoburondo Private Restaurant Nightclub Shinto Shrine and Casino Pagoda. . .
A mixture of multicolored laser lights and strobe lights illuminates throughout the private nightclub with theatrical smoke and fog helping to set the scene as "The Handsome Half-breed" Shadowlove, with his sweet and lovely femme fatale temptress, “The Fashionista Sensei” Miss Miyamoto, were posing down like supermodels on stage in front of a microphone.
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.
“PERSONAL JESUS” by Depeche Mode starts to play on the Bose® (product placement) SoundTouch® (product placement) indoor/outdoor surround sound system:
He runs his fingers through his his classically masculine and modern mussed, razor-textured, choppy finished dark brown hair making his hair perfect, then places a barb wire crown on his head, 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, as blood started dripping down, drop by drop, from his forehead, making a crimson red pool around them.
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:
“There are some very untalented people like Masutarōu and Dark Spectre in this organization that can run their mouths and then there are some people like me that are very skilled and can run their mouth with style and look seductively handsome at the same time when backing up everything that I say and do ever since this NBW/Syfy merger inheritance was very lucky enough to land our very exclusive family-friendly UCI contracts that expire in May, unless of course, my sweet and lovely Miyamoto and myself opt out for free agency due to Spencer Adams’ breach of contract beforehand. . .”
“Once the NBW Hierarchy, every velveteen wrestler behind the curtain in the back, and the NBW Fandom saw my name pop up on anti-social media, they all knew that your favorite modern day charismatic and charming egotistical, narcissistic, politically incorrect, felicitating, self-righteous, second-generation megalomaniac and apex predator was back in town as The Face Of The Franchise, The Whole F’N Show, Mr. NBW, or whatever expletive that everyone in New Blood Wrestling wants to put in front of my name as one of the only original 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 just by showing up in this organization. . .”
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 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.
Her sweet as honey, harmoniously hypnotizing, smooth as silk, smoky voice radiating through her very luscious and alluring lips in a mixture of Japanese and Spanish and English:
“Kono Nihon bunka no itan-sha, Masutarōu-san wa, y esta abominación de la cultura Méxicana, Dark Spectre-san, supōtsu entāteinmento ni totte eien no meiyo, keii, chūsei o shimeshite ita toki ni, jingi, seigi to gimu no kihan, girigiri no kōdo, gimu no futan o tadashiku rikai shita koto wa ichido mo arimasen bijinesu, kono soshiki no tame ni, soshite Shadowlove-san to watakushijishin. . .”
“Indeed. This infidel of the Japanese culture, Masutarōu, and this abomination of the Méxican culture, Dark Spectre, have 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 sports entertainment business, for this organization, for my sweet and lovely Miyamoto and myself. . .”
“Kono Nihon bunka no itan-sha, Masutarōu-san wa, y esta abominación de la cultura Méxicana, Dark Spectre-san, are very sadly mistaken if they believe that this hard-hitting, violent, and bloody self-destructive high-flying Monarch of Metal Method strong wrestling style and this disappointing and embarrassing Lucha Libre style of wrestling that is a disgrace to the time-honored tradition of masked luchadores can outperform and outcompete 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 in the squared-circle. . .”
“That's right! This Monday Bloody Monday, the NBW Hierarchy, every velveteen wrestler behind the curtain in the back, and the NBW Fandom will find out firsthand how very easily I’ve transcended both professional wrestling and professional modeling at the very expense of Masutarōu and Dark Spectre in this Trü Grit Division Match. . .”
“Meaningless threats have always been the modus operandi of every single wrestler that we’ve come across in our still very short, not even two year, sports entertainment business career. People like kono Nihon bunka no itan-sha, Masutarōu-san wa, y esta abominación de la cultura Méxicana, Dark Spectre-san can threaten our personal hygiene, our livelihood, our family, and even make the very serious mistake of threatening myself all that they want thinking that will somehow in their mediocre minds keep the NBW Hierarchy, every velveteen wrestler behind the curtain in the back, and the NBW Fandom on the edge of their seat in order to get everyone to agree to disagree with the status quo opinion of the entire workforce of the sports entertainment business to a very excessive degree about how psychological and physiological influential and manipulative that the name of The Handsome Half-breed Shadowlove-san has really been inside and outside of the squared-circle. . .”
“I accepted a friendly invitation from Vincent Pryde as an olive branch of goodwill to redefine the Trü Grit division in my image. So, see. . . you. . . soon!. . .”
He slowly raises his head in super slow motion and double raises an eyebrows in mock amazement showing off his chiseled fighter's face 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 just to survive like Masutarōu and Dark Spectre. But why, when all you only need is just ONE. ONE to defeat Masutarōu and Dark Spectre. 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 Masutarōu and Dark Spectre 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 defeating Kevin Bishop on his last appearance on UCI Overload, sometime before the events of this week's Trü Grit match with "The Monarch of Metal Method, Heavy Metal” Masutarōu and “The Chaos Killer” Dark Spectre, and occur in real time sometime during the events of this week’s first NBW Monday Bloody Monday inside the crowded nightclub of The Five Tiered Hariuddoburondo Private Restaurant Nightclub Shinto Shrine and Casino Pagoda. . .
A mixture of multicolored laser lights and strobe lights illuminates throughout the private nightclub with theatrical smoke and fog helping to set the scene as "The Handsome Half-breed" Shadowlove, with his sweet and lovely femme fatale temptress, “The Fashionista Sensei” Miss Miyamoto, were posing down like supermodels on stage in front of a microphone.
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.
“PERSONAL JESUS” by Depeche Mode starts to play on the Bose® (product placement) SoundTouch® (product placement) indoor/outdoor surround sound system:
He runs his fingers through his his classically masculine and modern mussed, razor-textured, choppy finished dark brown hair making his hair perfect, then places a barb wire crown on his head, 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, as blood started dripping down, drop by drop, from his forehead, making a crimson red pool around them.
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:
“There are some very untalented people like Masutarōu and Dark Spectre in this organization that can run their mouths and then there are some people like me that are very skilled and can run their mouth with style and look seductively handsome at the same time when backing up everything that I say and do ever since this NBW/Syfy merger inheritance was very lucky enough to land our very exclusive family-friendly UCI contracts that expire in May, unless of course, my sweet and lovely Miyamoto and myself opt out for free agency due to Spencer Adams’ breach of contract beforehand. . .”
“Once the NBW Hierarchy, every velveteen wrestler behind the curtain in the back, and the NBW Fandom saw my name pop up on anti-social media, they all knew that your favorite modern day charismatic and charming egotistical, narcissistic, politically incorrect, felicitating, self-righteous, second-generation megalomaniac and apex predator was back in town as The Face Of The Franchise, The Whole F’N Show, Mr. NBW, or whatever expletive that everyone in New Blood Wrestling wants to put in front of my name as one of the only original 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 just by showing up in this organization. . .”
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 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.
Her sweet as honey, harmoniously hypnotizing, smooth as silk, smoky voice radiating through her very luscious and alluring lips in a mixture of Japanese and Spanish and English:
“Kono Nihon bunka no itan-sha, Masutarōu-san wa, y esta abominación de la cultura Méxicana, Dark Spectre-san, supōtsu entāteinmento ni totte eien no meiyo, keii, chūsei o shimeshite ita toki ni, jingi, seigi to gimu no kihan, girigiri no kōdo, gimu no futan o tadashiku rikai shita koto wa ichido mo arimasen bijinesu, kono soshiki no tame ni, soshite Shadowlove-san to watakushijishin. . .”
“Indeed. This infidel of the Japanese culture, Masutarōu, and this abomination of the Méxican culture, Dark Spectre, have 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 sports entertainment business, for this organization, for my sweet and lovely Miyamoto and myself. . .”
“Kono Nihon bunka no itan-sha, Masutarōu-san wa, y esta abominación de la cultura Méxicana, Dark Spectre-san, are very sadly mistaken if they believe that this hard-hitting, violent, and bloody self-destructive high-flying Monarch of Metal Method strong wrestling style and this disappointing and embarrassing Lucha Libre style of wrestling that is a disgrace to the time-honored tradition of masked luchadores can outperform and outcompete 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 in the squared-circle. . .”
“That's right! This Monday Bloody Monday, the NBW Hierarchy, every velveteen wrestler behind the curtain in the back, and the NBW Fandom will find out firsthand how very easily I’ve transcended both professional wrestling and professional modeling at the very expense of Masutarōu and Dark Spectre in this Trü Grit Division Match. . .”
“Meaningless threats have always been the modus operandi of every single wrestler that we’ve come across in our still very short, not even two year, sports entertainment business career. People like kono Nihon bunka no itan-sha, Masutarōu-san wa, y esta abominación de la cultura Méxicana, Dark Spectre-san can threaten our personal hygiene, our livelihood, our family, and even make the very serious mistake of threatening myself all that they want thinking that will somehow in their mediocre minds keep the NBW Hierarchy, every velveteen wrestler behind the curtain in the back, and the NBW Fandom on the edge of their seat in order to get everyone to agree to disagree with the status quo opinion of the entire workforce of the sports entertainment business to a very excessive degree about how psychological and physiological influential and manipulative that the name of The Handsome Half-breed Shadowlove-san has really been inside and outside of the squared-circle. . .”
“I accepted a friendly invitation from Vincent Pryde as an olive branch of goodwill to redefine the Trü Grit division in my image. So, see. . . you. . . soon!. . .”
He slowly raises his head in super slow motion and double raises an eyebrows in mock amazement showing off his chiseled fighter's face 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 just to survive like Masutarōu and Dark Spectre. But why, when all you only need is just ONE. ONE to defeat Masutarōu and Dark Spectre. 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 Masutarōu and Dark Spectre 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.