Post by Shadowlove on Feb 11, 2016 14:01:23 GMT -5
Under the sweeping, steep terrain of a panoramic view on the southern side of Mount Lee in Griffith Park, north of the Mulholland Highway, and to the south of the Forest Lawn Memorial Park (Hollywood Hills) cemetery stands the new and improved version of the HOLLYWOOD sign. The sign is surrounded by LAPD security system featuring motiodetection and closed-circuit cameras. Any movement in the marked restricted areas triggers an alarm that notifies 5-0.
Arli$$ Michaels Management recently delivered a dazzling 45 foot long luxury executive tour bus. Grand Prix White. Licence plate #15SAR6S9 (riddle me this, riddle me that?) sits parked next to a sign that reads: "Warning — Tourist-Free Zone — All Tourists Leave the Area" and "Tourists Go Away."
This extraordinary, "I'm on a Mission From God, not 'THE GOD', but a God Tour 2016" Prevost H3-45 luxury executive tour bus, with a new age twist that catches your attention immediately, was built for a hard thevworking wrestler who also likes to entertain "The Ladies".
Blue lights through the aisles illuminate the entire pathway of the bus. Color-changing, high-tech cove lighting lines all the custom valances. The front lounge includes two custom white ultra leather sofas and a 32” LCD monitor. LED accents line the counter edges and encircle the air conditioning ducts on the ceiling. Even the exterior has blue led lights under all the handles! A small dinette and galley area features another 32” LCD monitor. Across the aisle is the galley.The galley includes a sink, small counter top, convection microwave, ice maker, refrigerator, and custom wine rack.
The curvy hallway continues the modern design and allows for an extra roomy bathroom on the curbside. Next you come to six bunks, three on each side. Each bunk has its own a privacy curtain and a reading light.The gorgeous bathroom features a red and beige color scheme - a change from the rest of the coach. Beautiful beige ceramic tiles cover the shower walls and the entire lavatory floor. Splashes of red accent tiles in the shower match the beautiful glass resin vessel sink. Custom curved cabinetry and counters follow the curve of the sink.
Across from the bathroom is an impressive AV rack which includes his computer system, sound system, and in-motion satellite all controlled by a RTI remote. Being a big gamer, the customer has an Xbox 360 (product placement) in both the front and back rooms. Either Xbox can be switched out with an onboard PS5 Blu-ray and used as an all around entertainment system. Rear of the bunk area is the rear lounge which is both his office and master bedroom. This is accomplished by a one of a kind Murphy bed system. The bed, with a push of a button, goes up inside the wall.
When down, two cabinet doors are accessible that open up into a storage area. When the bed is up, a two panel door is revealed. One panel goes down providing a work surface and the other panel lifts up revealing ten 17” monitors mounted under the bed. The monitors are tied into the computer network which is connected to the internet via two Wi-Fi routers. The bedroom now becomes his office!!! This room also includes a small custom ultra leather covered seat with storage below, a 42” TV monitor, and a roof hatch that leads to a roof deck accessible by a telescopic ladder. Features top-of-the-line state-the-art Bose® (product placement) surround sound system, a state of the art workstation command center, and state-of-the-art cove lighting. One things for sure, you won’t see anything else like it out on the road. Well, almost anything. You know this is going to be something special even before walking into the dazzling 45 foot long luxury executive tour bus. . .
Possessing superior strength, and durability, "The Handsome Halfbreed" Shadowlove, creating bursts of cyclonic proportions, tornado spins, going left to right on your screen, as his black leather trench-coat billows around him. His classic masculine and modern mussed, razor-textured, choppy finished dark brown hair, unphased, showing off a fighters face. His ice cold stare which radiants from his blue eyes, spinning in circles. Stripped to the waist showing off the upper body of a Greek God, with washboard abs, in Crocodile skinned pants with Alligator skinned boots. He drops to one knee in a Tim Tebow-esque style pose letting his equalibrium catch up to him. A "24 CTU Ringtone sounds" from his Inmarsat IsatPhone 2 Satellite Phone. With his head bowed, his low and dusky voice, oozing all the charm and charisma, that one can muster, mister:
Shadowlove: Gezzus, talk amongst yourselves. . . GHOSTBUSTERS, what do you want?
"HER STRUT" by Bob Seger & The Silver Bullet Band starts to play on the Bose® (product placement) SoundTouch® (product placement) indoor surround sound system of the dazzling 45 foot long luxury executive tour bus. (And back by popular demand cause you guys love to watch Ms. Miyamoto. . . "STRUT!")
The Infamous Superstar's personal bodyguard/valet, Ms. Miyamoto, the simply ravishing femme fatale temptress, enters with flirty confidence as she steps in rhythm, right to left, on your screen. Her raven black hair pulled back in a French braid showing off her angelic face with her eyes hidden behind a pair of RayBan sunglasses to go along with her body built for sin encased in a stark white sequin Mandarin dress with stark white Jimmy Choo stilettoes. Ms. Miyamoto, exuding fantastic supermodel energy, as she walks with a stiff, erect, and apparently arrogant and conceited "Strut" around "The Handsome Half-breed". Her sweet as honey, harmoniously hypnotizing, smooth as silk, smoky voice radiating through her alluring lips:
Ms. Miyamoto: Rage Maxx-san, how does it feel to have the "God's of Wrestling" turn their backs on you with your lackluster preformance? "The Self-Proclaimed Living Machine Of War Campaign of Self-Doubt" huffed and puffed and blew his own house down with his ranting and raving, pie-in-the-sky, prophecy of destruction. Have you figured it out yet? Can "The Self-Proclaimed Living Machine Of War Campaign of Self-Doubt" figure out why he's still feeling a physiological reaction of intense violence growing angier and angier inside him, each and every day, so much so, that his attitudes are turning so dark and depressing, and ever, oh so dreary? Here is a little hint, Maxx-san. You might have gotten a cheap win on Slam but The World Championship Federation's spotlight is still shining bright on that "rookie" sensation, Shadowlove-san. Just, feast your eyes on this, this doom and gloom, bordering on godlike, ray of sunshine. . .
Shadowlove with his head still bowed, ear still stuck to the Inmarsat IsatPhone 2 Satellite Phone, and on one knee in the Tim Tebow-esque style pose, flashes the bird to the camera, you know the finger, in a hold on a minute gesture.
Shadowlove: Is that's right?. . .
Ms. Miyamoto signals for Shadowlove to stand up with her fingers in a "Good god, man, stand up, you're embarrassing me" gesture. Shadowlove, getting his second "wind", winks at the camera as he stands up, hanging up his Inmarsat IsatPhone 2 Satellite Phone. Ms. Miyamoto takes her rightful place, cradled against him, caressing his muscular chest with her fingers. She lowers her RayBan sunglasses down her perfectly flawless nose, showing off incandescent green eyes.
Ms. Miyamoto: Great wrestler's possess dazzling social intelligence, a zest for change, and above all, a vision that allows them to set their sights on the things that truly merit attention. A great wrestler has the ability carry an organization like the Wrestling Championship Federation without being forced or intimidated into a critical indirect decision that directly influences the safety of you and those around you?
Shadowlove metamorphosizing into that, that "Badass Freakarella" Rage Maxx, like a battery powered King Kong in a furious pathetic display of chest beating, growling, roaring for his own mock amazement. Then reaches in his black leather trench-coat pulling out a King's Crown, not a real King's Crown, (product placement) a Burger King Crown as a little GEICO® gecko (celebrity endorcement) walks across the screen shot, from your left to right.
Shadowlove: Oh, I'm the king, oh, I'm the king, oh, I'm the king of Memphis, Tennessee. Maxxie, what does the sports entertainment business mean to you? Unfortunately, for every John Q. Public and CEO in the sports entertainment business it means "The First Rule Of Wrestling". "The First Rule Of Wrestling" is: A "Hometown Hero" never loses in front of their "Hometown" Fans. So, Maxxie "pads" his win/loss record leaving the WCF and it's fans with the only one question, "Could switching to GEICO® really save you 15% or more on a dazzling 45 foot long luxury executive tour bus insurance?. . . Well, is there, every now and then, a "Hometown Hero" that "gets lucky" and sneaks under the "velvet-rope" after having a 28 Day "Concussion" and wishy-washy slaps you with his "velvet-glove" for a cheap win?
Ms. Miyamoto flicks the crown off of "The Handsome Half-breed's" head and back to business and smashes the little gecko like a cigarette with her stark white Jimmy Choo stiletto.
Ms. Miyamoto: It is going to be fun watching this self-proclaimed bad ass Mofo self destruct like a train in slow motion. Maxx-san, prepare yourself for the most terrifying event in your wrestling career.
Shadowlove, bows his head, raising his arms straight out to his sides, as if, being crucified on a cross. And on the third day, Jesus, wept.
Shadowlove: Maxxie, you have triggered one of the most terrifying events of your short lived career: Not living up to your "Great White Hype". You see, I don't really care, who you are, what you're doing, or where you think you're going in your career. The only fact-of-the-matter is, you had your only "one" shot at ending my luxurious WCF career even before it started and you failed. . .
"WELCOME TO MY NIGHTMARE" by Alice Cooper starts to play on the Bose® (product placement) SoundTouch® (product placement) indoor surround sound system of the dazzling 45 foot long luxury executive tour bus.
Ms. Miyamoto: Maxx-san just imagine those unsettling thoughts and actions that are running through Allena's head right now? Her common physical reaction to such a life-threatening traumatic event of your failure to launch. She can never relax. She must be on guard 24/7 because you can't protect her. Her trouble sleeping. Her feelings of irritability. Her overreaction when startled. Her angry outbursts. Her increased jumpiness. Her severe anxiety. It is only just the beginning. . .
Ms. Miyamoto raises up her RayBan sunglasses with her middle finger. Shadowlove raises his head, showing off a fighters face, with an ice cold stare which radiants from his blue eyes. A malevolent, tight wolfish, whiplash smile, slowly appearing on his lips showing off perfectly white even teeth. .
Shadowlove: Allena, you better change your boy, Maxxie's Pad. Because, what you have here is one Man psyching out a "Dumbass" Mofo right into shitting in his (product placement) Depend® For Men Underwear, Briefs, Pads & Bed Protectors.
Ms. Miyamoto, reaches inside Shadowlove's black leather trench-coat and pulls out 2 Tickets to the #BeachMania: Valentines Card, mischievously smiles to herself in a "Here We Go Again" gesture.
The bus driver, looking awfully alotta like Sandra Bullock and Keanu Reeves love-child, welcomes "The Dynamic Duo" aboard the dazzling 45 foot long luxury executive tour bus. Pop quiz, Rage Maxx. There’s a bomb aboard a dazzling 45 foot long luxury executive tour bus. Once the a dazzling 45 foot long luxury executive tour bus goes 50 miles an hour, the bomb is armed. If it drops below 50, it blows up. What do you do? What. . .do. . .you. . .do?
THIS IS THE END, MY ONLY FRIEND...THE END!
Arli$$ Michaels Management recently delivered a dazzling 45 foot long luxury executive tour bus. Grand Prix White. Licence plate #15SAR6S9 (riddle me this, riddle me that?) sits parked next to a sign that reads: "Warning — Tourist-Free Zone — All Tourists Leave the Area" and "Tourists Go Away."
This extraordinary, "I'm on a Mission From God, not 'THE GOD', but a God Tour 2016" Prevost H3-45 luxury executive tour bus, with a new age twist that catches your attention immediately, was built for a hard thevworking wrestler who also likes to entertain "The Ladies".
Blue lights through the aisles illuminate the entire pathway of the bus. Color-changing, high-tech cove lighting lines all the custom valances. The front lounge includes two custom white ultra leather sofas and a 32” LCD monitor. LED accents line the counter edges and encircle the air conditioning ducts on the ceiling. Even the exterior has blue led lights under all the handles! A small dinette and galley area features another 32” LCD monitor. Across the aisle is the galley.The galley includes a sink, small counter top, convection microwave, ice maker, refrigerator, and custom wine rack.
The curvy hallway continues the modern design and allows for an extra roomy bathroom on the curbside. Next you come to six bunks, three on each side. Each bunk has its own a privacy curtain and a reading light.The gorgeous bathroom features a red and beige color scheme - a change from the rest of the coach. Beautiful beige ceramic tiles cover the shower walls and the entire lavatory floor. Splashes of red accent tiles in the shower match the beautiful glass resin vessel sink. Custom curved cabinetry and counters follow the curve of the sink.
Across from the bathroom is an impressive AV rack which includes his computer system, sound system, and in-motion satellite all controlled by a RTI remote. Being a big gamer, the customer has an Xbox 360 (product placement) in both the front and back rooms. Either Xbox can be switched out with an onboard PS5 Blu-ray and used as an all around entertainment system. Rear of the bunk area is the rear lounge which is both his office and master bedroom. This is accomplished by a one of a kind Murphy bed system. The bed, with a push of a button, goes up inside the wall.
When down, two cabinet doors are accessible that open up into a storage area. When the bed is up, a two panel door is revealed. One panel goes down providing a work surface and the other panel lifts up revealing ten 17” monitors mounted under the bed. The monitors are tied into the computer network which is connected to the internet via two Wi-Fi routers. The bedroom now becomes his office!!! This room also includes a small custom ultra leather covered seat with storage below, a 42” TV monitor, and a roof hatch that leads to a roof deck accessible by a telescopic ladder. Features top-of-the-line state-the-art Bose® (product placement) surround sound system, a state of the art workstation command center, and state-of-the-art cove lighting. One things for sure, you won’t see anything else like it out on the road. Well, almost anything. You know this is going to be something special even before walking into the dazzling 45 foot long luxury executive tour bus. . .
Possessing superior strength, and durability, "The Handsome Halfbreed" Shadowlove, creating bursts of cyclonic proportions, tornado spins, going left to right on your screen, as his black leather trench-coat billows around him. His classic masculine and modern mussed, razor-textured, choppy finished dark brown hair, unphased, showing off a fighters face. His ice cold stare which radiants from his blue eyes, spinning in circles. Stripped to the waist showing off the upper body of a Greek God, with washboard abs, in Crocodile skinned pants with Alligator skinned boots. He drops to one knee in a Tim Tebow-esque style pose letting his equalibrium catch up to him. A "24 CTU Ringtone sounds" from his Inmarsat IsatPhone 2 Satellite Phone. With his head bowed, his low and dusky voice, oozing all the charm and charisma, that one can muster, mister:
Shadowlove: Gezzus, talk amongst yourselves. . . GHOSTBUSTERS, what do you want?
"HER STRUT" by Bob Seger & The Silver Bullet Band starts to play on the Bose® (product placement) SoundTouch® (product placement) indoor surround sound system of the dazzling 45 foot long luxury executive tour bus. (And back by popular demand cause you guys love to watch Ms. Miyamoto. . . "STRUT!")
The Infamous Superstar's personal bodyguard/valet, Ms. Miyamoto, the simply ravishing femme fatale temptress, enters with flirty confidence as she steps in rhythm, right to left, on your screen. Her raven black hair pulled back in a French braid showing off her angelic face with her eyes hidden behind a pair of RayBan sunglasses to go along with her body built for sin encased in a stark white sequin Mandarin dress with stark white Jimmy Choo stilettoes. Ms. Miyamoto, exuding fantastic supermodel energy, as she walks with a stiff, erect, and apparently arrogant and conceited "Strut" around "The Handsome Half-breed". Her sweet as honey, harmoniously hypnotizing, smooth as silk, smoky voice radiating through her alluring lips:
Ms. Miyamoto: Rage Maxx-san, how does it feel to have the "God's of Wrestling" turn their backs on you with your lackluster preformance? "The Self-Proclaimed Living Machine Of War Campaign of Self-Doubt" huffed and puffed and blew his own house down with his ranting and raving, pie-in-the-sky, prophecy of destruction. Have you figured it out yet? Can "The Self-Proclaimed Living Machine Of War Campaign of Self-Doubt" figure out why he's still feeling a physiological reaction of intense violence growing angier and angier inside him, each and every day, so much so, that his attitudes are turning so dark and depressing, and ever, oh so dreary? Here is a little hint, Maxx-san. You might have gotten a cheap win on Slam but The World Championship Federation's spotlight is still shining bright on that "rookie" sensation, Shadowlove-san. Just, feast your eyes on this, this doom and gloom, bordering on godlike, ray of sunshine. . .
Shadowlove with his head still bowed, ear still stuck to the Inmarsat IsatPhone 2 Satellite Phone, and on one knee in the Tim Tebow-esque style pose, flashes the bird to the camera, you know the finger, in a hold on a minute gesture.
Shadowlove: Is that's right?. . .
Ms. Miyamoto signals for Shadowlove to stand up with her fingers in a "Good god, man, stand up, you're embarrassing me" gesture. Shadowlove, getting his second "wind", winks at the camera as he stands up, hanging up his Inmarsat IsatPhone 2 Satellite Phone. Ms. Miyamoto takes her rightful place, cradled against him, caressing his muscular chest with her fingers. She lowers her RayBan sunglasses down her perfectly flawless nose, showing off incandescent green eyes.
Ms. Miyamoto: Great wrestler's possess dazzling social intelligence, a zest for change, and above all, a vision that allows them to set their sights on the things that truly merit attention. A great wrestler has the ability carry an organization like the Wrestling Championship Federation without being forced or intimidated into a critical indirect decision that directly influences the safety of you and those around you?
Shadowlove metamorphosizing into that, that "Badass Freakarella" Rage Maxx, like a battery powered King Kong in a furious pathetic display of chest beating, growling, roaring for his own mock amazement. Then reaches in his black leather trench-coat pulling out a King's Crown, not a real King's Crown, (product placement) a Burger King Crown as a little GEICO® gecko (celebrity endorcement) walks across the screen shot, from your left to right.
Shadowlove: Oh, I'm the king, oh, I'm the king, oh, I'm the king of Memphis, Tennessee. Maxxie, what does the sports entertainment business mean to you? Unfortunately, for every John Q. Public and CEO in the sports entertainment business it means "The First Rule Of Wrestling". "The First Rule Of Wrestling" is: A "Hometown Hero" never loses in front of their "Hometown" Fans. So, Maxxie "pads" his win/loss record leaving the WCF and it's fans with the only one question, "Could switching to GEICO® really save you 15% or more on a dazzling 45 foot long luxury executive tour bus insurance?. . . Well, is there, every now and then, a "Hometown Hero" that "gets lucky" and sneaks under the "velvet-rope" after having a 28 Day "Concussion" and wishy-washy slaps you with his "velvet-glove" for a cheap win?
Ms. Miyamoto flicks the crown off of "The Handsome Half-breed's" head and back to business and smashes the little gecko like a cigarette with her stark white Jimmy Choo stiletto.
Ms. Miyamoto: It is going to be fun watching this self-proclaimed bad ass Mofo self destruct like a train in slow motion. Maxx-san, prepare yourself for the most terrifying event in your wrestling career.
Shadowlove, bows his head, raising his arms straight out to his sides, as if, being crucified on a cross. And on the third day, Jesus, wept.
Shadowlove: Maxxie, you have triggered one of the most terrifying events of your short lived career: Not living up to your "Great White Hype". You see, I don't really care, who you are, what you're doing, or where you think you're going in your career. The only fact-of-the-matter is, you had your only "one" shot at ending my luxurious WCF career even before it started and you failed. . .
"WELCOME TO MY NIGHTMARE" by Alice Cooper starts to play on the Bose® (product placement) SoundTouch® (product placement) indoor surround sound system of the dazzling 45 foot long luxury executive tour bus.
Ms. Miyamoto: Maxx-san just imagine those unsettling thoughts and actions that are running through Allena's head right now? Her common physical reaction to such a life-threatening traumatic event of your failure to launch. She can never relax. She must be on guard 24/7 because you can't protect her. Her trouble sleeping. Her feelings of irritability. Her overreaction when startled. Her angry outbursts. Her increased jumpiness. Her severe anxiety. It is only just the beginning. . .
Ms. Miyamoto raises up her RayBan sunglasses with her middle finger. Shadowlove raises his head, showing off a fighters face, with an ice cold stare which radiants from his blue eyes. A malevolent, tight wolfish, whiplash smile, slowly appearing on his lips showing off perfectly white even teeth. .
Shadowlove: Allena, you better change your boy, Maxxie's Pad. Because, what you have here is one Man psyching out a "Dumbass" Mofo right into shitting in his (product placement) Depend® For Men Underwear, Briefs, Pads & Bed Protectors.
Ms. Miyamoto, reaches inside Shadowlove's black leather trench-coat and pulls out 2 Tickets to the #BeachMania: Valentines Card, mischievously smiles to herself in a "Here We Go Again" gesture.
The bus driver, looking awfully alotta like Sandra Bullock and Keanu Reeves love-child, welcomes "The Dynamic Duo" aboard the dazzling 45 foot long luxury executive tour bus. Pop quiz, Rage Maxx. There’s a bomb aboard a dazzling 45 foot long luxury executive tour bus. Once the a dazzling 45 foot long luxury executive tour bus goes 50 miles an hour, the bomb is armed. If it drops below 50, it blows up. What do you do? What. . .do. . .you. . .do?
THIS IS THE END, MY ONLY FRIEND...THE END!
