Taking The Little Blue Pill. . . OH MAN, It's just Tic-tac!
Feb 17, 2016 13:03:58 GMT -5
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Post by Shadowlove on Feb 17, 2016 13:03:58 GMT -5
Were coming in low out of the rising sun, about a mile out, we hear music . . . Yeah! That's right, music! The "RIDE OF THE VALKYRIES" by Wilhelm "F'N" Wagner, scares the hell out of "The Top Talent" in the WCF! But the fans love it! Reminds them of that smell, that sweet Medical Marijuana smell, (a PSA appears on a teletype on the bottom of the screen: Make sure you have your Medical Marijuana I.D.'s handy cause you don't want the Po-Po knocking down your front door). Oh, that fresh young, hungry, smell of blood in the water on the "I'm on a Mission From God, not 'THE GOD', but a God Tour 2016" this week on Slam, in San Antonio, Texas.
The rhythmic rolling from the turquoise blue water were ideal swimming conditions satisfying any discerning beachcomber's requirements for beauty, relaxation, and adventure. The underwater reefs teeming with vividly colored fish. Swaying palm trees coming from an offshore breeze. The softest powdery white sands stretching a for miles and miles, hidden beaches with the best sunrise and the best sunset, and the best tasty supersized waves. "This must be what it's like living in paradise, and I don't wanna go home" is just one of life's hypnotic, guilty pleasures of indulgence. And, among others. . .
Shadowlove's personal bodyguard/valet, the tall, lean, graceful, sensuous, and simply ravishing femme fatale temptress, Ms. Miyamoto, dressed for sucess with her body built for sin encased in a camouflage string bikini, created by Beach Bunny Swimwear. Estimated worth: Priceless. Her raven black hair pulled back in a French braid showing off her angelic face with her eyes hidden behind a pair of RayBans sunglasses. She's kneeling on the soft, powdery white sand using Mr. Zog's Sex Wax® ( a specially formulated surf wax used to coat the deck of a surfboard that provides traction and one heck of a product placement if I must say) to wax her modern, hi-tech preformance, surfboard, 3D-Glassing™ designed by Hydroflex. Her sweet as honey, harmoniously hypnotizing, smooth as silk, smoky voice radiating through her alluring lips:
Ms. Miyamoto: The World Championship Federation has engaged in a host of behaviors that some will deem, "To Intense For Younger Viewers". Epecially, this week when they booked this Triple-Threat Match on Slam in San Antonio, Texas. How ironic is it that they have chosen, not one, but two sacrificial lambs from their very long list of "Lunatic Fringe Talent" to do the one thing that the so-called "Top Talent", those social media darlings, "Thema & Louise", if you will, "The Golden Shower Boy", Andre Holmes-san and "The Posterboy For A Prophylactic", Dag Riddik-san, are afraid to do themselves. It doesn't take a Wile E. Coyote, Super Genius, like yourselves to figure out why you are so afraid to step into the squared circle with a "jobber", as you so eloquently put out there on social media. I really hate to be bearer of bad news that spoils your "reality" in the sports entertainment business, "Posterboys", but everyone in the sports entertainment, lies, cheats, and steals. The difference is, the one and only "rookie" sensation, "The Handsome Half-breed" Shadowlove-san, just does it better than any of the "Top Talent" in World Championship Federation entertainment sports history. You see, you two "Posterboys" aren't the first, nor, are you the last to suffer from "erectile dysfunction" (there is an app for that) in the presence of greatness. The bad news Dag Riddik-san, you may be the one that just sucks, but the good news is, Andre Holmes-san is the one that swallows. . .
Ms. Miyamoto does the Johnny Football "Money" sign with her fingers to honor Texas' favorite "Posterboy " then lowers her RayBan sunglasses down her perfectly flawless nose, showing off incandescent green eyes.
Ms Miyamoto: Just take this repeat offender, Rage Maxx-san, for instance, Shadowlove-san has provided so much insight into why "The Self-Proclaimed Living Machine Of War Campaign of Self-Doubt" has become a "sugar-coated" footnote in the World Championship Federation with his aberrations of a genocidal thought of war, underling his anger, his interpersonal hostility, his unethical conflict which clarifies the main thoughts and actions from that other "True Daily Double and Final Jeopardy! Answer", Who is Mr. Holden-san? But that's nothing new in the sports entertainment business. Even, Alex Trebek-san would have a field day with these two. The real question and answer for this week's edition of Slam in San Antonio, Texas will be, How do these two "Idiot Savants" prove the theory of, "Why Animals Really Do Eat Their Young?". . .
"THE THEME FROM JAWS " by John Williams starts to play on the Bose® (product placement) SoundTouch® (product placement) outdoor surround sound system.
A shadowy figure appears to be flying, not swimming, gracefully through the rhythmic rolling of the turquoise blue water.(I bet you would beyond a "Shadow" of a doubt, "Love" to know who this "celebrity" sighting is? Michael Phelps? Bueller, Bueller?)
Ms. Miyamoto: President Franklin Delano Roosevelt so famously asserted: "The only thing we have to fear, is fear itself." You know, he was right, the "fear of fear" causes more problems in the sports entertainment business than "fear" itself. Fear has gotten such a bad rap in the World Championship Federation lately. To be, or not to be, that is the true question?. . .
"The Handsome Half-breed" Shadowlove rises out of the turquoise blue water cascading down the muscular body of a Greek God, with washboard abs, like, a Carcharodon Carcharias, a Great White Shark.
Ms. Miyamoto: Maxx-san, Mr. Holden-san, world renowned experts in the sport entertainment business have tried to venture into the "psyche" of "The Handsome Half-breed" Shadowlove-san and didn't like what they've seen. So, what are you two, "Pop Tarts", going to bring to the table that hasn't been seen before? You see, real fear comes in many forms, whether you're a "Poster Golden Shower Boy" afraid of his "commitment" to his "shotgun" marriage to a Kitty Kat, or, a mediocre talent like "The Posterboy For A Prophylactic" trying to become the one thing that his common man senses hates most out of life, being irrelevant in "The American Dream" way of life. You can tell by the high-anxiety goosebumps that these "Posterboys" get when they are on their knees, huffing and puffing, wheezing and sneezing, in the very presence of the "New" and "Improved" Era Of Sports Entertainment, "The Handsome Half-breed" Shadowlove-san. But they shouldn't fret to much, it is pretty much the same high-anxiety mind-set that defines the self-proclaimed "Baddest Dumbass Mofo On The Planet", Rage Maxx-san and that other "Final Jeopardy! Answer", Mr. Holden-san as well. . .
"PERSONAL JESUS" by Depeche Mode starts to play on the Bose® (product placement) SoundTouch® (product placement) outdoor surround sound system.
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.
A "ray of light" sparkles from Ms. Miyamoto's incandescent green eyes just like the "Bat-signal", catching Shadowlove's attention. Shadowlove slow-mo "Baywatch" style runs out of, appearing to be on top of, the turquoise blue water like Pam Anderson. (talk amongst yourself, "Eye-Candy" for the ladies!)
Ms. Miyamoto: The World Championship Federation is the land of opportunity. Sometimes opportunity knocks on heaven's door and then there are times when opportunity knocks of your "backdoor". Nobody knocks on both doors harder than "The Handsome Half-breed" Shadowlove-san. Maxx-san, you had an opportunity to end Shadowlove-san at #BeachMania. Shadowlove-san was there, but where were you? Where was Waldo? Probably doing what you do best, still hiding behind the fact that you couldn't get your "The Self-Proclaimed Living Machine Of War Campaign of Self-Doubt" off the ground? Even with a victory over Shadowlove-san, you're still suffering from withdrawls from the World Championship Federation because you aren't "talented" enough to get the job done by yourself!. . .
Shadowlove drinks ice cold coconut water from a coconut with a straw and little umbrella. He is feeling quite invincible. His low dusky voice ringing out fully, with charm and charisma:
Shadowlove: All that "Great White Hype", for what, Maxxie? FOR WHAT?. . . FOR NUTHIN'! "The Self-Proclaimed Living Machine Of War Campaign of Self-Doubt" has become extinct. Your fear of annihilation has ceased to exist. Your fear of mutilation has caused you to lose all your integrity. Your fear of autonomy has left you abandoned and utterly humiliated. Just because you see me standing right here in the flesh, babe. . .
Shadowlove holding up a WCF "Bounty" Tip Jar (it was either that or holding up an "I will wrestle for food" sign but Maxxie took dibs on that one). The "Bounty" Tip Jar reads:
"THE HANDSOME HALFBREED" SHADOWLOVE
WANTED: DEAD OR ALIVE
Including The Tip
"WANTED: DEAD OR ALIVE" by Bon Jovi starts to play on the Bose® (product placement) SoundTouch® (product placement) outdoor surround sound system.
Shadowlove puts the tip jar down between his legs, bump and grinds as he runs his fingers through his wet classic masculine and modern mussed, razor-textured, choppy finished dark brown hair and down his muscular chest and stomach and flicks the water off his fingers in a "I don't sweat you!" gesture.
Shadowlove: Is this more incentive that you need, Mr. Holden, or are you still "More Confused Than A Goat On Astroturf"? You see, I've heard all the rumors circulating about how you are some kind of "genetic freak of nature", designed in a Petri Dish as part of K.L. Henson's Chaos Theory. Sounds to me like that "Mad Hatter" has spent just a tad bit way to much time in his mom's basement being just a little, "Cookoo For Cocoa Puffs" (product endorcement) for my liking. Now tell me something, what exactly has all that "Inbreeding" accomplished in the WCF? This conspiracy theory makes about as much sense as that quite outrageous and exaggerated box of "TRIX" (product endorcement) that is Rage Maxxie. They do say that breakfast is the most important meal of the day? But, really, hasn't Maxxie already proved two weeks ago, that, TRIX. . . ARE. . . FOR. . . KIDS!?!. . .
Ms. Miyamoto raises up her RayBan sunglasses with her middle finger and starts her early morning pre-surfing warm-up ritual.
"FIRE WOMAN" by The Cult starts to play on the Bose® (product placement) SoundTouch® (product placement) outdoor surround sound system.
Shadowlove: Mr. Holden, when contemplating and rationalizing and generalizing the indoctrination behind your everyday existance, you, and only you, are just simply a "slave" to an abstract theory authored by a "smoke and mirror" illusionist. This, snake oil salesman, K.L. Henson, knowingly, hawking and pawning off his own "Submissiveness", as a physical and mental and chaotic "Impairment Of His Own Autonomy" caused by his own inability to care and feed and master his own "Submission". You were right to seek out, "The Handsome Half-breed" Behavior-Modification Program (Broadcast Syndication in the works). To the layman such as yourself and K.L. Henson, my "Fistaphobia Dynotopia" comes with a 100% No Money-Back Guarantee. Just look at Maxxie, that "success" story in his own right, and My "#1 Client" still gots the "Shakes", the "Rattles", the "Rolls"! (Now Everybody, lets all sing-a-long, "I'm just The Honky Tonk Man, I'm just The Honky Tonk Man"). Mr. Holden, Maxxie, have you noticed any similarities between the two of you? Any differences at all? What conclusions can you draw about yourselves? Now consider the similarities and differences between the both of you? Have your conclusions changed? What does this tell you?
Ms. Miyamoto's early morning pre-surfing warm-up ritual, no doubt, gaining popularity, as we speak, as a form of fitness in the mainstream sports entertainment business. "Business is surely about to pick up (And stop calling me, Shirley!).
Shadowlove: Mr. Holden, Maxxie, more often than not, we discuss morals and ethics of the sports entertainment business. The true question revolves around whether something is right or wrong. Not so with "The Handsome Half-breed". The question revolves around whether morality and ethics are even concepts we should bother with in the WCF. After all, if mankind was shaped by nature, and nature is a careless, merciless machine, aren't we the same? In the grand scheme of things, does anything we do really matter given the size and vast emptiness of the WCF? Wow, those are depressing questions to ask, let alone answer. But for those with the gumption, it makes "I'm On A Mission From God, not 'THE GOD' but a God Tour 2016 a little more interesting at Slam this week, to say the very least. Who is the most ethical wrestler in this match? Explain your answer? On the flip side, who is the most immoral wrestler in this match? Explain your answer? Do you think, Mr. Holden and Maxxie, that you two both meet the moral standards of the WCF? Much less, your own standards? Do you two even have independent standards? What does this tell us about the nature of morality in the WCF? What do you personally think the relationship between morality and nature is in the WCF?
Ms. Miyamoto's practised ritual helps to hone, attain and maintain her proficiency and desired skillset.
Shadowlove: Mr. Holden, Maxxie, some rules just seem moral and natural. Don't scream fire in a crowded theater. Call 911 if you witness a crime. Tip the "Bounty" jar. Pay a psychic top dollar for the more accurate predictions of this Three-way Dance. Okay maybe not that last one, but you catch our drift. Now, I'm not saying these are bad rules (except that last one), but I'm saying that you takes issue with society's rules, and specifically with the idea, that is, "The Handsome Half-breed". I am, in fact, anything but natural. You two only feel that way because you two are so deeply integrated into your daily lives of "mediocrity" that to think differently seems so totally unnatural. The WCF sees "The Handsome Half-breed" as someone completely natural and original, an utterly oddball train of thought for Mr.Holden and Maxxie. So the question becomes, what rules are natural and what rules aren't? And how does the WCF tell the difference?
Oblivious to the outside world, with acrobatic, gymnastic precision, Ms. Miyamoto starts dancing in a sexually provocative manner requiring significant core strength, flexibility and endurance.
Shadowlove: Mr. Holden, Maxxie, do you really think with your "mediocre" talent, that you can pull off the one thing that the "Top Talent" in this organization is afraid of even attempting? I DOUBLE-DOG DARE YOU (Oh, Shit! This handler just Double-Dog dared you? OMFG!) TO KNOCK MY DAMN HEAD OFF!
For some "odd" reason, Shadowlove loses his train of thought. Grabs his left arm, gets light-headed, wiggles and shakes, sighs, and "Ice Tea" plunges back into a strategicly placed custom-made, rich Corinthian leather, bean bag chair. As Shadowlove "fakes" a Heart attack, Ms. Miyamoto slaps the side of his head and brings him back to life. Shadowlove gives Ms. Miyamoto a "You're really not going surfing in my Homicidal, Suicidal, Genocidal, "Sabu-esque" style, state of mind?)
Ms. Miyamoto: CHARLIE DON'T SURF!
"HER STRUT" by Bob Seger & The Silver Bullet Band starts to play on the Bose® (product placement) SoundTouch® (product placement) outdoor surround sound system. (Request lines are now closed and back by popular demand because you guys love to watch Ms. Miyamoto. . . "STRUT!")
Ms. Miyamoto, exuding fantastic supermodel energy grabs her modern, hi-tech preformance, surfboard, 3D-Glassing™ designed by Hydroflex, walks with a stiff, erect, and apparently arrogant and conceited "Strut" down the softest powdery white sands towards the rhythmic rolling from the turquoise blue water becoming ideal surfing conditions.
The nice offshore breeze producing tall, powerful, hollow waves producing perfect barrels breaking unforgiving and dangerous behind more softer, more gentler barrels breaking off the breakwater, ideal for the most experienced surfer.
Shadowlove inner locking his fingers behind his head, sits back and enjoys the view along with the rest of the World. A happy-go-lucky look appears over his fighters face as his an ice cold stare which radiants from his blue eyes, softens. A malevolent, tight wolfish, whiplash smile, slowly appears on his lips showing off perfectly white even teeth.
THIS IS THE END, MY ONLY FRIEND. . . THE END!
The rhythmic rolling from the turquoise blue water were ideal swimming conditions satisfying any discerning beachcomber's requirements for beauty, relaxation, and adventure. The underwater reefs teeming with vividly colored fish. Swaying palm trees coming from an offshore breeze. The softest powdery white sands stretching a for miles and miles, hidden beaches with the best sunrise and the best sunset, and the best tasty supersized waves. "This must be what it's like living in paradise, and I don't wanna go home" is just one of life's hypnotic, guilty pleasures of indulgence. And, among others. . .
Shadowlove's personal bodyguard/valet, the tall, lean, graceful, sensuous, and simply ravishing femme fatale temptress, Ms. Miyamoto, dressed for sucess with her body built for sin encased in a camouflage string bikini, created by Beach Bunny Swimwear. Estimated worth: Priceless. Her raven black hair pulled back in a French braid showing off her angelic face with her eyes hidden behind a pair of RayBans sunglasses. She's kneeling on the soft, powdery white sand using Mr. Zog's Sex Wax® ( a specially formulated surf wax used to coat the deck of a surfboard that provides traction and one heck of a product placement if I must say) to wax her modern, hi-tech preformance, surfboard, 3D-Glassing™ designed by Hydroflex. Her sweet as honey, harmoniously hypnotizing, smooth as silk, smoky voice radiating through her alluring lips:
Ms. Miyamoto: The World Championship Federation has engaged in a host of behaviors that some will deem, "To Intense For Younger Viewers". Epecially, this week when they booked this Triple-Threat Match on Slam in San Antonio, Texas. How ironic is it that they have chosen, not one, but two sacrificial lambs from their very long list of "Lunatic Fringe Talent" to do the one thing that the so-called "Top Talent", those social media darlings, "Thema & Louise", if you will, "The Golden Shower Boy", Andre Holmes-san and "The Posterboy For A Prophylactic", Dag Riddik-san, are afraid to do themselves. It doesn't take a Wile E. Coyote, Super Genius, like yourselves to figure out why you are so afraid to step into the squared circle with a "jobber", as you so eloquently put out there on social media. I really hate to be bearer of bad news that spoils your "reality" in the sports entertainment business, "Posterboys", but everyone in the sports entertainment, lies, cheats, and steals. The difference is, the one and only "rookie" sensation, "The Handsome Half-breed" Shadowlove-san, just does it better than any of the "Top Talent" in World Championship Federation entertainment sports history. You see, you two "Posterboys" aren't the first, nor, are you the last to suffer from "erectile dysfunction" (there is an app for that) in the presence of greatness. The bad news Dag Riddik-san, you may be the one that just sucks, but the good news is, Andre Holmes-san is the one that swallows. . .
Ms. Miyamoto does the Johnny Football "Money" sign with her fingers to honor Texas' favorite "Posterboy " then lowers her RayBan sunglasses down her perfectly flawless nose, showing off incandescent green eyes.
Ms Miyamoto: Just take this repeat offender, Rage Maxx-san, for instance, Shadowlove-san has provided so much insight into why "The Self-Proclaimed Living Machine Of War Campaign of Self-Doubt" has become a "sugar-coated" footnote in the World Championship Federation with his aberrations of a genocidal thought of war, underling his anger, his interpersonal hostility, his unethical conflict which clarifies the main thoughts and actions from that other "True Daily Double and Final Jeopardy! Answer", Who is Mr. Holden-san? But that's nothing new in the sports entertainment business. Even, Alex Trebek-san would have a field day with these two. The real question and answer for this week's edition of Slam in San Antonio, Texas will be, How do these two "Idiot Savants" prove the theory of, "Why Animals Really Do Eat Their Young?". . .
"THE THEME FROM JAWS " by John Williams starts to play on the Bose® (product placement) SoundTouch® (product placement) outdoor surround sound system.
A shadowy figure appears to be flying, not swimming, gracefully through the rhythmic rolling of the turquoise blue water.(I bet you would beyond a "Shadow" of a doubt, "Love" to know who this "celebrity" sighting is? Michael Phelps? Bueller, Bueller?)
Ms. Miyamoto: President Franklin Delano Roosevelt so famously asserted: "The only thing we have to fear, is fear itself." You know, he was right, the "fear of fear" causes more problems in the sports entertainment business than "fear" itself. Fear has gotten such a bad rap in the World Championship Federation lately. To be, or not to be, that is the true question?. . .
"The Handsome Half-breed" Shadowlove rises out of the turquoise blue water cascading down the muscular body of a Greek God, with washboard abs, like, a Carcharodon Carcharias, a Great White Shark.
Ms. Miyamoto: Maxx-san, Mr. Holden-san, world renowned experts in the sport entertainment business have tried to venture into the "psyche" of "The Handsome Half-breed" Shadowlove-san and didn't like what they've seen. So, what are you two, "Pop Tarts", going to bring to the table that hasn't been seen before? You see, real fear comes in many forms, whether you're a "Poster Golden Shower Boy" afraid of his "commitment" to his "shotgun" marriage to a Kitty Kat, or, a mediocre talent like "The Posterboy For A Prophylactic" trying to become the one thing that his common man senses hates most out of life, being irrelevant in "The American Dream" way of life. You can tell by the high-anxiety goosebumps that these "Posterboys" get when they are on their knees, huffing and puffing, wheezing and sneezing, in the very presence of the "New" and "Improved" Era Of Sports Entertainment, "The Handsome Half-breed" Shadowlove-san. But they shouldn't fret to much, it is pretty much the same high-anxiety mind-set that defines the self-proclaimed "Baddest Dumbass Mofo On The Planet", Rage Maxx-san and that other "Final Jeopardy! Answer", Mr. Holden-san as well. . .
"PERSONAL JESUS" by Depeche Mode starts to play on the Bose® (product placement) SoundTouch® (product placement) outdoor surround sound system.
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.
A "ray of light" sparkles from Ms. Miyamoto's incandescent green eyes just like the "Bat-signal", catching Shadowlove's attention. Shadowlove slow-mo "Baywatch" style runs out of, appearing to be on top of, the turquoise blue water like Pam Anderson. (talk amongst yourself, "Eye-Candy" for the ladies!)
Ms. Miyamoto: The World Championship Federation is the land of opportunity. Sometimes opportunity knocks on heaven's door and then there are times when opportunity knocks of your "backdoor". Nobody knocks on both doors harder than "The Handsome Half-breed" Shadowlove-san. Maxx-san, you had an opportunity to end Shadowlove-san at #BeachMania. Shadowlove-san was there, but where were you? Where was Waldo? Probably doing what you do best, still hiding behind the fact that you couldn't get your "The Self-Proclaimed Living Machine Of War Campaign of Self-Doubt" off the ground? Even with a victory over Shadowlove-san, you're still suffering from withdrawls from the World Championship Federation because you aren't "talented" enough to get the job done by yourself!. . .
Shadowlove drinks ice cold coconut water from a coconut with a straw and little umbrella. He is feeling quite invincible. His low dusky voice ringing out fully, with charm and charisma:
Shadowlove: All that "Great White Hype", for what, Maxxie? FOR WHAT?. . . FOR NUTHIN'! "The Self-Proclaimed Living Machine Of War Campaign of Self-Doubt" has become extinct. Your fear of annihilation has ceased to exist. Your fear of mutilation has caused you to lose all your integrity. Your fear of autonomy has left you abandoned and utterly humiliated. Just because you see me standing right here in the flesh, babe. . .
Shadowlove holding up a WCF "Bounty" Tip Jar (it was either that or holding up an "I will wrestle for food" sign but Maxxie took dibs on that one). The "Bounty" Tip Jar reads:
"THE HANDSOME HALFBREED" SHADOWLOVE
WANTED: DEAD OR ALIVE
Including The Tip
"WANTED: DEAD OR ALIVE" by Bon Jovi starts to play on the Bose® (product placement) SoundTouch® (product placement) outdoor surround sound system.
Shadowlove puts the tip jar down between his legs, bump and grinds as he runs his fingers through his wet classic masculine and modern mussed, razor-textured, choppy finished dark brown hair and down his muscular chest and stomach and flicks the water off his fingers in a "I don't sweat you!" gesture.
Shadowlove: Is this more incentive that you need, Mr. Holden, or are you still "More Confused Than A Goat On Astroturf"? You see, I've heard all the rumors circulating about how you are some kind of "genetic freak of nature", designed in a Petri Dish as part of K.L. Henson's Chaos Theory. Sounds to me like that "Mad Hatter" has spent just a tad bit way to much time in his mom's basement being just a little, "Cookoo For Cocoa Puffs" (product endorcement) for my liking. Now tell me something, what exactly has all that "Inbreeding" accomplished in the WCF? This conspiracy theory makes about as much sense as that quite outrageous and exaggerated box of "TRIX" (product endorcement) that is Rage Maxxie. They do say that breakfast is the most important meal of the day? But, really, hasn't Maxxie already proved two weeks ago, that, TRIX. . . ARE. . . FOR. . . KIDS!?!. . .
Ms. Miyamoto raises up her RayBan sunglasses with her middle finger and starts her early morning pre-surfing warm-up ritual.
"FIRE WOMAN" by The Cult starts to play on the Bose® (product placement) SoundTouch® (product placement) outdoor surround sound system.
Shadowlove: Mr. Holden, when contemplating and rationalizing and generalizing the indoctrination behind your everyday existance, you, and only you, are just simply a "slave" to an abstract theory authored by a "smoke and mirror" illusionist. This, snake oil salesman, K.L. Henson, knowingly, hawking and pawning off his own "Submissiveness", as a physical and mental and chaotic "Impairment Of His Own Autonomy" caused by his own inability to care and feed and master his own "Submission". You were right to seek out, "The Handsome Half-breed" Behavior-Modification Program (Broadcast Syndication in the works). To the layman such as yourself and K.L. Henson, my "Fistaphobia Dynotopia" comes with a 100% No Money-Back Guarantee. Just look at Maxxie, that "success" story in his own right, and My "#1 Client" still gots the "Shakes", the "Rattles", the "Rolls"! (Now Everybody, lets all sing-a-long, "I'm just The Honky Tonk Man, I'm just The Honky Tonk Man"). Mr. Holden, Maxxie, have you noticed any similarities between the two of you? Any differences at all? What conclusions can you draw about yourselves? Now consider the similarities and differences between the both of you? Have your conclusions changed? What does this tell you?
Ms. Miyamoto's early morning pre-surfing warm-up ritual, no doubt, gaining popularity, as we speak, as a form of fitness in the mainstream sports entertainment business. "Business is surely about to pick up (And stop calling me, Shirley!).
Shadowlove: Mr. Holden, Maxxie, more often than not, we discuss morals and ethics of the sports entertainment business. The true question revolves around whether something is right or wrong. Not so with "The Handsome Half-breed". The question revolves around whether morality and ethics are even concepts we should bother with in the WCF. After all, if mankind was shaped by nature, and nature is a careless, merciless machine, aren't we the same? In the grand scheme of things, does anything we do really matter given the size and vast emptiness of the WCF? Wow, those are depressing questions to ask, let alone answer. But for those with the gumption, it makes "I'm On A Mission From God, not 'THE GOD' but a God Tour 2016 a little more interesting at Slam this week, to say the very least. Who is the most ethical wrestler in this match? Explain your answer? On the flip side, who is the most immoral wrestler in this match? Explain your answer? Do you think, Mr. Holden and Maxxie, that you two both meet the moral standards of the WCF? Much less, your own standards? Do you two even have independent standards? What does this tell us about the nature of morality in the WCF? What do you personally think the relationship between morality and nature is in the WCF?
Ms. Miyamoto's practised ritual helps to hone, attain and maintain her proficiency and desired skillset.
Shadowlove: Mr. Holden, Maxxie, some rules just seem moral and natural. Don't scream fire in a crowded theater. Call 911 if you witness a crime. Tip the "Bounty" jar. Pay a psychic top dollar for the more accurate predictions of this Three-way Dance. Okay maybe not that last one, but you catch our drift. Now, I'm not saying these are bad rules (except that last one), but I'm saying that you takes issue with society's rules, and specifically with the idea, that is, "The Handsome Half-breed". I am, in fact, anything but natural. You two only feel that way because you two are so deeply integrated into your daily lives of "mediocrity" that to think differently seems so totally unnatural. The WCF sees "The Handsome Half-breed" as someone completely natural and original, an utterly oddball train of thought for Mr.Holden and Maxxie. So the question becomes, what rules are natural and what rules aren't? And how does the WCF tell the difference?
Oblivious to the outside world, with acrobatic, gymnastic precision, Ms. Miyamoto starts dancing in a sexually provocative manner requiring significant core strength, flexibility and endurance.
Shadowlove: Mr. Holden, Maxxie, do you really think with your "mediocre" talent, that you can pull off the one thing that the "Top Talent" in this organization is afraid of even attempting? I DOUBLE-DOG DARE YOU (Oh, Shit! This handler just Double-Dog dared you? OMFG!) TO KNOCK MY DAMN HEAD OFF!
For some "odd" reason, Shadowlove loses his train of thought. Grabs his left arm, gets light-headed, wiggles and shakes, sighs, and "Ice Tea" plunges back into a strategicly placed custom-made, rich Corinthian leather, bean bag chair. As Shadowlove "fakes" a Heart attack, Ms. Miyamoto slaps the side of his head and brings him back to life. Shadowlove gives Ms. Miyamoto a "You're really not going surfing in my Homicidal, Suicidal, Genocidal, "Sabu-esque" style, state of mind?)
Ms. Miyamoto: CHARLIE DON'T SURF!
"HER STRUT" by Bob Seger & The Silver Bullet Band starts to play on the Bose® (product placement) SoundTouch® (product placement) outdoor surround sound system. (Request lines are now closed and back by popular demand because you guys love to watch Ms. Miyamoto. . . "STRUT!")
Ms. Miyamoto, exuding fantastic supermodel energy grabs her modern, hi-tech preformance, surfboard, 3D-Glassing™ designed by Hydroflex, walks with a stiff, erect, and apparently arrogant and conceited "Strut" down the softest powdery white sands towards the rhythmic rolling from the turquoise blue water becoming ideal surfing conditions.
The nice offshore breeze producing tall, powerful, hollow waves producing perfect barrels breaking unforgiving and dangerous behind more softer, more gentler barrels breaking off the breakwater, ideal for the most experienced surfer.
Shadowlove inner locking his fingers behind his head, sits back and enjoys the view along with the rest of the World. A happy-go-lucky look appears over his fighters face as his an ice cold stare which radiants from his blue eyes, softens. A malevolent, tight wolfish, whiplash smile, slowly appears on his lips showing off perfectly white even teeth.
THIS IS THE END, MY ONLY FRIEND. . . THE END!
