Post by Shadowlove on Feb 26, 2016 20:00:08 GMT -5
On the corner of Industrial Boulevard and Cadiz Street in Dallas, Texas, once stood the Mecca of Pro Wrestling in Texas, The Dallas Sportatorium. The tin barn-turned-wrestling temple that stood here lacked the architectural handsomeness that modern arenas do, but for decades, it housed the biggest names in the business. Wild brawls unfolded as cheers echoed off the metal walls. Blood dampened the mat; beer soaked through the bleachers. To step inside the muggy, homely dirt-floored Dallas Sportatorium was to step inside a monument to the art of pro wrestling.
There are no wrestlers or bodyguard/valets that feels so deeply moved by such a dedicated, revered, consecrated, sacrosanct, inviolable, beatified hallowed ground in the sports entertainment business than "The Handsome Half-breed" Shadowlove and his bodyguard/valet, Ms. Miyamoto. The Sportatorium was not intended primarily for any one single personality to thrive, but symbolized the traditions that expressed the conduct, the chivalry, the culture the ethics of the sports entertainment business.
The "Dynamic Duo" standing in the remains of the vacant lot known as Dallas' Impossible Dream, the fiasco and stagnant Trinity River Project.
They take a moment of silence. . .
"The Handsome Halfbreed" Shadowlove, his classic masculine and modern mussed, razor-textured, choppy finished dark brown hair, unphased, showing off a fighters face. His eyes closed and head bowed in deep thought. Stripped to the waist showing off the upper body of a Greek God, with washboard abs, in Crocodile skinned pants with Alligator skinned boots.
The Infamous Superstar's personal bodyguard/valet, Ms. Miyamoto, the simply ravishing femme fatale temptress, hands steepled together like a temple with her fingers touching her alluring lips. 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 Vantablack Mandarin dress with Vantablack Jimmy Choo stilettoes. Her sweet as honey, harmoniously hypnotizing, smooth as silk, smoky voice radiating through her alluring lips:
Ms Miyamoto: In the tradition of the sports entertainment business, the World Championship Federations reverently dictates what a wrestler ought to be, what a wrestler can be, what a wrestler will be. TIMEBOMB is the pinnacle of what sports entertainment could be, should be, and will be. The Trilogy Cup Tournament Wildcard Battle Royal is the return of traditional values of the sports entertainment business that has been sorely lacking in the World Championship Federation. Bad News Benson-san, Teo Del Sol-san, Bonnie Blue, Adam Young-san, Raymond Hatcher-san, Jordan Wolfram-san, DeMarcus Jordan-san, Rage Maxx-san, Andre Jenson-san, Bernard Core-san, Zombie McMorris-san, Johnny Rabid-san, and whoever else enters the ring, are trying to build courage when courage seems to be failing, trying to regain the faith of this sport when there seems to be little cause for faith, creating hope when hope is becoming forlorn. Unhappily, they do not possess neither the eloquence, the poetry, the sheer brilliance, nor the skillset that is needed to win this battle royale. . .
Shadowlove with his head bowed, his low and dusky voice, oozing all the charm and charisma, that one can muster, mister:
Shadowlove: For those unbelievers, those self-doubers, every pedent, every demagogue, every cynic, every hypocrite, every troublemaker, and, I am sorry to say, some others of an entirely different ilk, trying to downgrade me even to the extent of mockery and ridicule because of my flamboyant, narcissistic, personality. All I have to say is, "Jealousy" does make for strange bed fellows. You see, in me, the "Rookie Sensation" whose characteristics are the foundation for a future role as Champion in the WCF!. . .
Ms. Miyamoto, taking her proper place, cradles against Shadowlove's body and caresses his muscular chest with her fingers.
Ms. Miyamoto: Just exactly how does one win a Battle Royal that has been "pre-ordained"? Never, ever, underestimate the irresistible force and immovable object that is the one and only, "The Handsome Half-breed" Shadowlove-san. He will teach you not to be proud and unbending in your loss, but to be humble and gentle in his successful win; how to substitute your words into his action; how to seek the path of least resistance by facing the stress and spur on a difficulty challenge; to learn to stand up in the Hellfire and Brimstone of The Trilogy Cup Tournament Wildcard Battle Royal; have compassion on those who fail and become eliminated; master yourself before you seek to master others; have a heart that is clean, a goal that is high; learn to laugh, yet never forget how to weep; to reach into the future, yet never neglect the past; to be serious, yet never take yourself too seriously; to be modest so that you will remember the simplicity of true greatness; to open your mind of the true wisdom and the meekness of your true strength. . .
Shadowlove raises his head showing with a malevolent, tight wolfish, whiplash smile, slowly appearing on his lips showing off perfectly white even teeth on his chiseled fighter's face, as an ice cold stare radiants from his blue eyes.
Shadowlove: What I give you is a temperate will power, a quality of imagination, a vigor of the emotions, a freshness from the deep springs of life, a temperamental predominance of courage over timidity, an appetite for destruction. I've created in your heart the sense of wonder, the unfailing hope of what is next in the WCF, the joy and inspiration of things to come. My name, my fame, are the birthright of every wrestling fan. But when I think of my patience under adversity, of my courage under fire, and of my modesty in victory, I am filled with an emotion of admiration that I cannot put into words. I will go down in history as one of the greatest examples of successes ever in this organization. I belong to posterity as the teacher of future generations in the principles of the sports entertainment business. I belong to the present, to you, the WCF Fandom, by my virtues and by my upcoming achievements. . .
Ms. Miyamoto reaches inside Shadowlove's black leather trench-coat and removes a couple of "yellow roses of Texas" and places them down at their feet "In Memoriam" of the Sportatorium and The Von Erich Family. She lowers her RayBan sunglasses down her perfectly flawless nose, showing off incandescent green eyes on her angelic face.
Ms. Miyamoto: The World Championship Federation will witness that enduring fortitude, that self-abnegation, and that invincible determination, which has started to carve his statue in the hearts of this organization. From one end of the world to the other, Shadowlove-san is draining this organization to the very threshold of death, so much so, that death knows your name. After 15 years of living in mediocrity, Shadowlove-san perpetuates the highest morality and will stand as testament of any ethics or philosophies ever promulgated by uplifting the World Championship Federation. His only requirements is for the things that are right, and restrains the things that are wrong in this organization. A wrestler, above all other wrestlers, is required to practice the greatest act of training. . . being sacrificed. Entering the Trilogy Cup Tournament Wildcard Battle Royal is entering into the face of danger and death. Shadowlove-san has the physical courage, the brute instinct, the intestinal fortitude that helps to sustain him in this battle royale. However horrible that The Trilogy Cup Tournament Wildcard Battle Royal will become, there will be that one wrestler who is called upon to resurrect this organization, in the most noblest way. . .
"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.
Shadowlove: Now you're facing a new world, a world of change in the WCF. TIMEBOMB has been reaching out for a boundless adventure, something new, something fresh. In harnessing the traditions of The Trilogy Cup Tournament Wildcard Battle Royal; by becoming the primary target in WCF; no longer being limited by the ineptitude of the so-called, self-proclaimed "Top Talent" in this organization; the ultimate conflict between all that is great in this organization versus all that is trying to be sinister in this organization; such dreams and fantasies make life in the WCF quite an exciting time, don't you think?. . .
The WCF Fandom starts forming around the "Dynamic Duo" and adding to the "In Memoriam" of "The Yellow Roses Of Texas".
Ms. Miyamoto: The "Top Talent" will hem and haw and debate over who is the most "talented" athelete that is entered in The Trilogy Cup Tournament Wildcard Battle Royal. Really? Oh, Really? Does Shadowlove-san really have to explain that? This organization is being sapped by the "Top Talent's" inflated egos, the indulgence of paternalism growth of stupidity, their laughable growth of amusing arrogance, their rampant growth of misguided childish attempts of "violence", by their "extreme skid-marked stained tighty whities". It is up to the WCF Fandom to voice and argue the merits or demerits of The Trilogy Cup Tournament Wildcard Battle Royal. . .
Shadowlove waving his hand over his neck signaling to the WCF Fandom to remind everyone that the "In Memoriam" is for the Sportatorium and The Von Erich Family and not for the "Dynamic Duo".
Shadowlove: These trait don't mean that you are "Badass Freakarellas", boys and girls. On the contrary, "The Handsome Half-breed" just prays to the "I'm on a Mission From God, not 'THE GOD', but a God Tour 2016" that my competition just changes their "extreme skid-marked tighty whities"! Why should I be the only one made to suffer and bear the deepest wounds and scars of The Trilogy Cup Tournament Wildcard Battle Royal? Bad News Benson, Teo Del Sol, Bonnie Blue, Adam Young, Raymond Hatcher, Jordan Wolfram, DeMarcus Jordan, Rage Maxxie, Andre Jenson, Bernard Core, Zombie McMorris, Johnny Rabid, and whoever else enters the ring, is that. . . IS THAT A PLEDGE PIN ON YOUR WRESTLING GEAR? WHAT, WHAT DO YOU "BADASS FREAKARELLAS" WANT TO DO WITH YOUR LIVES?. . . I WANT TO ROCK!. . .
"WE'RE NOT GONNA TAKE IT" by Twisted Sister starts to play on the Bose® (product placement) SoundTouch® (product placement) outdoor surround sound system.
The WCF Fandom picks up "The Handsome Half-breed" Shadowlove and he starts to body-surf over the crowd. Always ringing in the WCF Fandom's ears are those ominous words of Forrest Gump, that wisest of all philosophers:
The WCF Fandom all at once: IT HAPPENS. . .
Ms. Miyamoto looks up at Shadowlove body-surfing over the WCF Fandom on their way to the the American Airlines Center. Ms. Miyamoto looks on with carnal fascination and malignant pleasure at knowing that Shadowlove doesn't have to buy his way into the WCF TIMEBOMB PPV this time.
Ms. Miyamoto: What happens?. . .
Shadowlove raises his head showing with a malevolent, tight wolfish, whiplash smile, slowly appearing on his lips showing off perfectly white even teeth on his chiseled fighter's face in a "Cheshire Cat" shit-eating grin.
Shadowlove: Shit!. . .SHIT HAPPENS!. . .
Ms. Miyamoto raises up her RayBan sunglasses on her perfectly flawless nose and angelic face with her middle finger.
Ms Miyamoto: Buh-Bye. . .
"HER STRUT" by Bob Seger & The Silver Bullet Band starts to play on the Bose® (product placement) SoundTouch® (product placement) outdoor surround sound system. (Because you and the WCF Fandom love to watch Ms. Miyamoto. . . "STRUT!")
The WCF Fandom starts parting like "The Red Sea".
Ms. Miyamoto, the simply ravishing femme fatale temptress, with flirty confidence stepping in rhythm to the music and exuding fantastic supermodel energy, walks with a stiff, erect, and apparently arrogant and conceited "Strut" through the parting crowd as the sea of the crowd closes behind her. Ms. Miyamoto leads the WCF Fandom like Darth Vader leading the stormtroopers into the Jedi Temple.
"THE THEME FROM, MISSION: IMPOSSIBLE" by Lalo Schifrin starts to play on the Bose® (product placement) SoundTouch® (product placement) outdoor surround sound system. As the "New Era In Sports Entertainment's" Timebomb's digital clock starts counting down to Sunday.
THIS IS THE END. . . MY ONLY FRIEND. . . THE END?
There are no wrestlers or bodyguard/valets that feels so deeply moved by such a dedicated, revered, consecrated, sacrosanct, inviolable, beatified hallowed ground in the sports entertainment business than "The Handsome Half-breed" Shadowlove and his bodyguard/valet, Ms. Miyamoto. The Sportatorium was not intended primarily for any one single personality to thrive, but symbolized the traditions that expressed the conduct, the chivalry, the culture the ethics of the sports entertainment business.
The "Dynamic Duo" standing in the remains of the vacant lot known as Dallas' Impossible Dream, the fiasco and stagnant Trinity River Project.
They take a moment of silence. . .
"The Handsome Halfbreed" Shadowlove, his classic masculine and modern mussed, razor-textured, choppy finished dark brown hair, unphased, showing off a fighters face. His eyes closed and head bowed in deep thought. Stripped to the waist showing off the upper body of a Greek God, with washboard abs, in Crocodile skinned pants with Alligator skinned boots.
The Infamous Superstar's personal bodyguard/valet, Ms. Miyamoto, the simply ravishing femme fatale temptress, hands steepled together like a temple with her fingers touching her alluring lips. 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 Vantablack Mandarin dress with Vantablack Jimmy Choo stilettoes. Her sweet as honey, harmoniously hypnotizing, smooth as silk, smoky voice radiating through her alluring lips:
Ms Miyamoto: In the tradition of the sports entertainment business, the World Championship Federations reverently dictates what a wrestler ought to be, what a wrestler can be, what a wrestler will be. TIMEBOMB is the pinnacle of what sports entertainment could be, should be, and will be. The Trilogy Cup Tournament Wildcard Battle Royal is the return of traditional values of the sports entertainment business that has been sorely lacking in the World Championship Federation. Bad News Benson-san, Teo Del Sol-san, Bonnie Blue, Adam Young-san, Raymond Hatcher-san, Jordan Wolfram-san, DeMarcus Jordan-san, Rage Maxx-san, Andre Jenson-san, Bernard Core-san, Zombie McMorris-san, Johnny Rabid-san, and whoever else enters the ring, are trying to build courage when courage seems to be failing, trying to regain the faith of this sport when there seems to be little cause for faith, creating hope when hope is becoming forlorn. Unhappily, they do not possess neither the eloquence, the poetry, the sheer brilliance, nor the skillset that is needed to win this battle royale. . .
Shadowlove with his head bowed, his low and dusky voice, oozing all the charm and charisma, that one can muster, mister:
Shadowlove: For those unbelievers, those self-doubers, every pedent, every demagogue, every cynic, every hypocrite, every troublemaker, and, I am sorry to say, some others of an entirely different ilk, trying to downgrade me even to the extent of mockery and ridicule because of my flamboyant, narcissistic, personality. All I have to say is, "Jealousy" does make for strange bed fellows. You see, in me, the "Rookie Sensation" whose characteristics are the foundation for a future role as Champion in the WCF!. . .
Ms. Miyamoto, taking her proper place, cradles against Shadowlove's body and caresses his muscular chest with her fingers.
Ms. Miyamoto: Just exactly how does one win a Battle Royal that has been "pre-ordained"? Never, ever, underestimate the irresistible force and immovable object that is the one and only, "The Handsome Half-breed" Shadowlove-san. He will teach you not to be proud and unbending in your loss, but to be humble and gentle in his successful win; how to substitute your words into his action; how to seek the path of least resistance by facing the stress and spur on a difficulty challenge; to learn to stand up in the Hellfire and Brimstone of The Trilogy Cup Tournament Wildcard Battle Royal; have compassion on those who fail and become eliminated; master yourself before you seek to master others; have a heart that is clean, a goal that is high; learn to laugh, yet never forget how to weep; to reach into the future, yet never neglect the past; to be serious, yet never take yourself too seriously; to be modest so that you will remember the simplicity of true greatness; to open your mind of the true wisdom and the meekness of your true strength. . .
Shadowlove raises his head showing with a malevolent, tight wolfish, whiplash smile, slowly appearing on his lips showing off perfectly white even teeth on his chiseled fighter's face, as an ice cold stare radiants from his blue eyes.
Shadowlove: What I give you is a temperate will power, a quality of imagination, a vigor of the emotions, a freshness from the deep springs of life, a temperamental predominance of courage over timidity, an appetite for destruction. I've created in your heart the sense of wonder, the unfailing hope of what is next in the WCF, the joy and inspiration of things to come. My name, my fame, are the birthright of every wrestling fan. But when I think of my patience under adversity, of my courage under fire, and of my modesty in victory, I am filled with an emotion of admiration that I cannot put into words. I will go down in history as one of the greatest examples of successes ever in this organization. I belong to posterity as the teacher of future generations in the principles of the sports entertainment business. I belong to the present, to you, the WCF Fandom, by my virtues and by my upcoming achievements. . .
Ms. Miyamoto reaches inside Shadowlove's black leather trench-coat and removes a couple of "yellow roses of Texas" and places them down at their feet "In Memoriam" of the Sportatorium and The Von Erich Family. She lowers her RayBan sunglasses down her perfectly flawless nose, showing off incandescent green eyes on her angelic face.
Ms. Miyamoto: The World Championship Federation will witness that enduring fortitude, that self-abnegation, and that invincible determination, which has started to carve his statue in the hearts of this organization. From one end of the world to the other, Shadowlove-san is draining this organization to the very threshold of death, so much so, that death knows your name. After 15 years of living in mediocrity, Shadowlove-san perpetuates the highest morality and will stand as testament of any ethics or philosophies ever promulgated by uplifting the World Championship Federation. His only requirements is for the things that are right, and restrains the things that are wrong in this organization. A wrestler, above all other wrestlers, is required to practice the greatest act of training. . . being sacrificed. Entering the Trilogy Cup Tournament Wildcard Battle Royal is entering into the face of danger and death. Shadowlove-san has the physical courage, the brute instinct, the intestinal fortitude that helps to sustain him in this battle royale. However horrible that The Trilogy Cup Tournament Wildcard Battle Royal will become, there will be that one wrestler who is called upon to resurrect this organization, in the most noblest way. . .
"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.
Shadowlove: Now you're facing a new world, a world of change in the WCF. TIMEBOMB has been reaching out for a boundless adventure, something new, something fresh. In harnessing the traditions of The Trilogy Cup Tournament Wildcard Battle Royal; by becoming the primary target in WCF; no longer being limited by the ineptitude of the so-called, self-proclaimed "Top Talent" in this organization; the ultimate conflict between all that is great in this organization versus all that is trying to be sinister in this organization; such dreams and fantasies make life in the WCF quite an exciting time, don't you think?. . .
The WCF Fandom starts forming around the "Dynamic Duo" and adding to the "In Memoriam" of "The Yellow Roses Of Texas".
Ms. Miyamoto: The "Top Talent" will hem and haw and debate over who is the most "talented" athelete that is entered in The Trilogy Cup Tournament Wildcard Battle Royal. Really? Oh, Really? Does Shadowlove-san really have to explain that? This organization is being sapped by the "Top Talent's" inflated egos, the indulgence of paternalism growth of stupidity, their laughable growth of amusing arrogance, their rampant growth of misguided childish attempts of "violence", by their "extreme skid-marked stained tighty whities". It is up to the WCF Fandom to voice and argue the merits or demerits of The Trilogy Cup Tournament Wildcard Battle Royal. . .
Shadowlove waving his hand over his neck signaling to the WCF Fandom to remind everyone that the "In Memoriam" is for the Sportatorium and The Von Erich Family and not for the "Dynamic Duo".
Shadowlove: These trait don't mean that you are "Badass Freakarellas", boys and girls. On the contrary, "The Handsome Half-breed" just prays to the "I'm on a Mission From God, not 'THE GOD', but a God Tour 2016" that my competition just changes their "extreme skid-marked tighty whities"! Why should I be the only one made to suffer and bear the deepest wounds and scars of The Trilogy Cup Tournament Wildcard Battle Royal? Bad News Benson, Teo Del Sol, Bonnie Blue, Adam Young, Raymond Hatcher, Jordan Wolfram, DeMarcus Jordan, Rage Maxxie, Andre Jenson, Bernard Core, Zombie McMorris, Johnny Rabid, and whoever else enters the ring, is that. . . IS THAT A PLEDGE PIN ON YOUR WRESTLING GEAR? WHAT, WHAT DO YOU "BADASS FREAKARELLAS" WANT TO DO WITH YOUR LIVES?. . . I WANT TO ROCK!. . .
"WE'RE NOT GONNA TAKE IT" by Twisted Sister starts to play on the Bose® (product placement) SoundTouch® (product placement) outdoor surround sound system.
The WCF Fandom picks up "The Handsome Half-breed" Shadowlove and he starts to body-surf over the crowd. Always ringing in the WCF Fandom's ears are those ominous words of Forrest Gump, that wisest of all philosophers:
The WCF Fandom all at once: IT HAPPENS. . .
Ms. Miyamoto looks up at Shadowlove body-surfing over the WCF Fandom on their way to the the American Airlines Center. Ms. Miyamoto looks on with carnal fascination and malignant pleasure at knowing that Shadowlove doesn't have to buy his way into the WCF TIMEBOMB PPV this time.
Ms. Miyamoto: What happens?. . .
Shadowlove raises his head showing with a malevolent, tight wolfish, whiplash smile, slowly appearing on his lips showing off perfectly white even teeth on his chiseled fighter's face in a "Cheshire Cat" shit-eating grin.
Shadowlove: Shit!. . .SHIT HAPPENS!. . .
Ms. Miyamoto raises up her RayBan sunglasses on her perfectly flawless nose and angelic face with her middle finger.
Ms Miyamoto: Buh-Bye. . .
"HER STRUT" by Bob Seger & The Silver Bullet Band starts to play on the Bose® (product placement) SoundTouch® (product placement) outdoor surround sound system. (Because you and the WCF Fandom love to watch Ms. Miyamoto. . . "STRUT!")
The WCF Fandom starts parting like "The Red Sea".
Ms. Miyamoto, the simply ravishing femme fatale temptress, with flirty confidence stepping in rhythm to the music and exuding fantastic supermodel energy, walks with a stiff, erect, and apparently arrogant and conceited "Strut" through the parting crowd as the sea of the crowd closes behind her. Ms. Miyamoto leads the WCF Fandom like Darth Vader leading the stormtroopers into the Jedi Temple.
"THE THEME FROM, MISSION: IMPOSSIBLE" by Lalo Schifrin starts to play on the Bose® (product placement) SoundTouch® (product placement) outdoor surround sound system. As the "New Era In Sports Entertainment's" Timebomb's digital clock starts counting down to Sunday.
THIS IS THE END. . . MY ONLY FRIEND. . . THE END?
