Post by Shadowlove on Mar 16, 2016 6:00:24 GMT -5
"DETROIT ROCK CITY" by KISS starts to play on the Bose® (product placement) SoundTouch® (product placement) outdoor surround sound system.
Inside the open-air ballpark, Comerica Park, located in Downtown Detroit serving as the home of the Detroit Tigers in Major League Baseball.
The field itself features a distinctive dirt strip between home plate and the pitcher's mound. This strip, sometimes known as the "keyhole", was common in classic ballparks, reminding everyone of that all-time classic comedy skit by Abbott & Costello, “Who’s On First?”
I sure the hell don't know!
All I know, is it doesn't really matter, “Who’s On First?” Muthafuckers!
The only thing that matters is, “Who’s That Sonivabitch Pitching?”
OH MY FUCKING GOD! ITS. . .
That’s right! It’s "The Handsome Half-breed" Shadowlove. His classic masculine and modern mussed, razor-textured, choppy finished dark brown hair, showing off a fighter's face, with an ice cold stare which radiants from his blue eyes. Stripped to the waist showing off the upper body of a Greek God, with washboard abs, in a black leather trench-coat along with Crocodile skinned pants with Alligator skinned boots.
Shadowlove's standing on the pitcher's mound, no doubt being the “Ace” of the Staff and throwing out the first pitch in the No Disqualification Match on Slam, Live, this Sunday Night, from the Joe Louis Arena, in beautiful downtown Detroit, Michigan. His low dusky voice ringing out fully, with charm and charisma that one can muster, mister:
Shadowlove: Have you ever imagined what it is like to be put in a blender and hope that everything mixes all together to form a perfect combination? With your popularity growing in the World Championship Federation and even though I will be the next Television Champion, there is an increasing demand to use my charm and charisma in order to bring a formal sense of leadership to quite an eclectic band of “mercenaries” in this no holds barred No Disqualification Match. . .
"HER STRUT" by Bob Seger & The Silver Bullet Band starts to play on the Bose® (product placement) SoundTouch® (product placement) outdoor surround sound system. (And back by popular demand cause you guys love to watch Ms. Miyamoto. . . "STRUT!")
OH MY FUCKING GOD! ITS. . .THE CLOSER!
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 through the parting crowd as the sea of the crowd closes behind her as she makes her way from the bullpen to the pitching mound.
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 sequin Mandarin dress with Vantablack 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" Shadowlove.
Her sweet as honey, harmoniously hypnotizing, smooth as silk, smoky voice radiating through her alluring lips:
Ms. Miyamoto: Some wrestlers undergo some of the most intense training to prepare for just minutes in the ring. Sure, lifting weights and running endless miles will do the trick, but let's be real, nothing feels better than sweating it out like a true badass with a steel chair or two or three going right upside your pretty head. You burn an insane amount of brain cells, but you tone your body and you are left with gasping for air in sheer minutes. With a “No Disqualification Match" there is a minimal amount of stress put on scientific wrestling but your mind, body, heart, and soul is taken to the extreme when the rules are no holds barred. . .
Ms Miyamoto takes her proper place, cradling against Shadowlove's body and caresses his muscular chest with her fingers. Shadowlove wringing his hands together like he is “scuffing” a baseball.
Shadowlove: But when combined, you become quite the lethal weapon, a deadly one-two combination. Now it makes sense why they have chosen “The Handsome Half-breed” Shadowlove, Me, to be in this match, right? After all, anyone that has a proper understanding of a No Disqualification Match, knows that about 100% of the time all hell breaks out and your adrenaline rushes to your head and all forms of strategy are thrown out the window becoming a free-for-all, every man, woman, and child for themselves. So let me spare you all the dramatics and give you the #1 secret of surviving this No Disqualification Match. . .
Ms. Miyamoto removes a rolled up the copy on the Wall St. Journal from the inside pocket of Shadowlove's black leather trench-coat and begins tapping it into the palm of her hand.
Ms. Miyamoto: Everyone in this match has been around the block and been in brutally vicious street fights,barroom brawls, sneak attacks, so on, and so forth. Every single fight that Shadowlove-san has seen or been in has never ended up with that storybook happy ending. If there are any friends around of the guy that is about to suffer from his “Fistaphobia Dynotopia”, chances are Shadowlove-san is about to see the rubber soles of a half dozen wrestling boots coming toward his head like a freight train. And even worse, he can expect everything to come crashing down on his head including a kitchen sink. Unless of course, you're simply trying to subdue a drunken “Papa” Riddik-san at a family reunion. But I digress, #BEACHKREW, COME OUT AND PLA-AY!. . .
Ms. Miyamoto lowers her RayBan sunglasses down her perfectly flawless nose, showing off incandescent green eyes on her angelic face and points the copy of the Wall St. Journal towards the left field bleachers. Calling The Shot! Shadowlove clinging together 3 beer bottles that are on his thumb, index finger, and middle finger of his left hand.
Shadowlove: The #BeachKrew, along with other Stables, have become somewhat of a serious problem in the World Championship Federation. Stables like the #BeachKrew, along with other Stables, thrive on a particular set of drive-by assaults that threatens the public safety of every man, woman, and child in this organization. But lately, the #BeachKrew have been handed their lunch by a group of individuals less talented than what will stand before you this Sunday Night on Slam in the the Joe Louis Arena in Detroit, Michigan. . .
Ms. Miyamoto swings the copy of the Wall St. Journal like she just hit a homerun. And bat flips the copy of the Wall St. Journal in an arrogant manner. Shadowlove shades his ice cold blue eyes looking out towards left field. Going, Going, Gone Girl!
Ms. Miyamoto: Quite the apropos venue for a shitstorm, No Disqualification Match, if I do say so myself. You see not all stables of mercenaries (Expendables Six, just kidding Sly but give me a call) have a need for fancy nicknames names identifying who they are, what they represent, and how they will go about trying to run rough shot in this organization. It doesn't really matter, now does it #BeachKrew? You are just one stable who is guilty by association, and nothing more. Alleged hardcore stables like yourself operate on a set of meaningless rules designed to frighten the viewing public. Look how frightening the #BeachKrew was two weeks ago when everyone of you was laying in their vomit, their blood, and the crowds stale popcorn and warm beer?. . .
Ms. Miyamoto's incandescent green eyes scans back and forth over Comerica Park like The Terminator and catches the copy of the Wall St. Journal like, how ironic, a spring baton, twirling it between her fingers.
Ms. Miyamoto: #BeachKrew you didn't look so frightening after the World Champion and his minions as well as Tiffany White got done “Bitch Slapping” you guys. That has to be the most embarrassing moment so far this year in the World Championship Federation? #BeachKrew, this group of mercenaries (Expendables Six, a sure fire Hollywood Blockbuster, Sly, I guarantee it) have better things to do than just babysit a bunch of whining petulant little children like yourselves on a Sunday night. Unfortunately, #BeachKrew, BEHOLD, THE IDES OF MARCH!
"PERSONAL JESUS" by Depeche Mode starts to play on the Bose® (product placement) SoundTouch® (product placement) outdoor surround sound system.
"The Handsome Half-breed" 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: You see, #BeachKrew, you are facing the most eclectic group of wrestlers every to be up against when the odds are against you and your future looks grime. Everyone of your opponents is either a Champion, an Ex-Champion, and a Future Champion. Quite The Sum of All Fears, if I do say so myself. We consist of a very wide spectrum in sports entertainment. The People's Champion, the Internet Champion, a current U.S. Champion, the New Hardcore Champion, the former U.S. Champion, and the Next Television Champion. . .
The Dynamic Duo both, simultaneously, in a “That just blew our minds” gesture.
Ms. Miyamoto: Wow, that just blew everyone's mind! Quite the large-caliber of well-known talent for just one match. Impressive, Most Impressive! #BeachKrew prepare yourself to be terrorized by a group of individuals who doesn't really care about winning or losing. Our only goal in this match is to inflict so much pain, so much agony, not only, on your very minds, hearts, bodies, and souls, #BeachKrew, but also on our very own minds, bodies, hearts and souls as well!. . .
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 "True Sgt. Slaughter, about to go to war" shit-eating grin.
Shadowlove: The #BeachKrew actually just stopped and said, “Shit!”. There's “The Handsome Half-breed”Shadowlove. . .
Ms Miyamoto, once again, takes her proper place, cradling against Shadowlove's body and caresses his muscular chest with her fingers.
Ms. Miyamoto: Indeed, the #BeachKrew actually just stopped and said, “Shit!” There’s “The Handsome Half-breed” Shadowlove-san. . .
"I’M THE MAN" by Anthrax starts to play on the Bose® (product placement) SoundTouch® (product placement) outdoor surround sound system.
Shadowlove starts to "strip" off his black leather trench-coat like a Chippendale's dancer. Spinning the black leather trench-coat around him like a Matador in a bullring and throwing it up into the air.
Shadowlove raises his hands up into the air and his black leather trench-coat slides back on him as if nothing happened. He crosses his arms in a “Flava Flav, “Yeah Boyz” gesture.
Ms. Miyamoto raises up her RayBan sunglasses with her middle finger once again, takes her proper place, cradling against Shadowlove's body and caresses his muscular chest with her fingers.
THIS IS THE END, MY ONLY FRIEND. . . THE END!
Inside the open-air ballpark, Comerica Park, located in Downtown Detroit serving as the home of the Detroit Tigers in Major League Baseball.
The field itself features a distinctive dirt strip between home plate and the pitcher's mound. This strip, sometimes known as the "keyhole", was common in classic ballparks, reminding everyone of that all-time classic comedy skit by Abbott & Costello, “Who’s On First?”
I sure the hell don't know!
All I know, is it doesn't really matter, “Who’s On First?” Muthafuckers!
The only thing that matters is, “Who’s That Sonivabitch Pitching?”
OH MY FUCKING GOD! ITS. . .
That’s right! It’s "The Handsome Half-breed" Shadowlove. His classic masculine and modern mussed, razor-textured, choppy finished dark brown hair, showing off a fighter's face, with an ice cold stare which radiants from his blue eyes. Stripped to the waist showing off the upper body of a Greek God, with washboard abs, in a black leather trench-coat along with Crocodile skinned pants with Alligator skinned boots.
Shadowlove's standing on the pitcher's mound, no doubt being the “Ace” of the Staff and throwing out the first pitch in the No Disqualification Match on Slam, Live, this Sunday Night, from the Joe Louis Arena, in beautiful downtown Detroit, Michigan. His low dusky voice ringing out fully, with charm and charisma that one can muster, mister:
Shadowlove: Have you ever imagined what it is like to be put in a blender and hope that everything mixes all together to form a perfect combination? With your popularity growing in the World Championship Federation and even though I will be the next Television Champion, there is an increasing demand to use my charm and charisma in order to bring a formal sense of leadership to quite an eclectic band of “mercenaries” in this no holds barred No Disqualification Match. . .
"HER STRUT" by Bob Seger & The Silver Bullet Band starts to play on the Bose® (product placement) SoundTouch® (product placement) outdoor surround sound system. (And back by popular demand cause you guys love to watch Ms. Miyamoto. . . "STRUT!")
OH MY FUCKING GOD! ITS. . .THE CLOSER!
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 through the parting crowd as the sea of the crowd closes behind her as she makes her way from the bullpen to the pitching mound.
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 sequin Mandarin dress with Vantablack 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" Shadowlove.
Her sweet as honey, harmoniously hypnotizing, smooth as silk, smoky voice radiating through her alluring lips:
Ms. Miyamoto: Some wrestlers undergo some of the most intense training to prepare for just minutes in the ring. Sure, lifting weights and running endless miles will do the trick, but let's be real, nothing feels better than sweating it out like a true badass with a steel chair or two or three going right upside your pretty head. You burn an insane amount of brain cells, but you tone your body and you are left with gasping for air in sheer minutes. With a “No Disqualification Match" there is a minimal amount of stress put on scientific wrestling but your mind, body, heart, and soul is taken to the extreme when the rules are no holds barred. . .
Ms Miyamoto takes her proper place, cradling against Shadowlove's body and caresses his muscular chest with her fingers. Shadowlove wringing his hands together like he is “scuffing” a baseball.
Shadowlove: But when combined, you become quite the lethal weapon, a deadly one-two combination. Now it makes sense why they have chosen “The Handsome Half-breed” Shadowlove, Me, to be in this match, right? After all, anyone that has a proper understanding of a No Disqualification Match, knows that about 100% of the time all hell breaks out and your adrenaline rushes to your head and all forms of strategy are thrown out the window becoming a free-for-all, every man, woman, and child for themselves. So let me spare you all the dramatics and give you the #1 secret of surviving this No Disqualification Match. . .
Ms. Miyamoto removes a rolled up the copy on the Wall St. Journal from the inside pocket of Shadowlove's black leather trench-coat and begins tapping it into the palm of her hand.
Ms. Miyamoto: Everyone in this match has been around the block and been in brutally vicious street fights,barroom brawls, sneak attacks, so on, and so forth. Every single fight that Shadowlove-san has seen or been in has never ended up with that storybook happy ending. If there are any friends around of the guy that is about to suffer from his “Fistaphobia Dynotopia”, chances are Shadowlove-san is about to see the rubber soles of a half dozen wrestling boots coming toward his head like a freight train. And even worse, he can expect everything to come crashing down on his head including a kitchen sink. Unless of course, you're simply trying to subdue a drunken “Papa” Riddik-san at a family reunion. But I digress, #BEACHKREW, COME OUT AND PLA-AY!. . .
Ms. Miyamoto lowers her RayBan sunglasses down her perfectly flawless nose, showing off incandescent green eyes on her angelic face and points the copy of the Wall St. Journal towards the left field bleachers. Calling The Shot! Shadowlove clinging together 3 beer bottles that are on his thumb, index finger, and middle finger of his left hand.
Shadowlove: The #BeachKrew, along with other Stables, have become somewhat of a serious problem in the World Championship Federation. Stables like the #BeachKrew, along with other Stables, thrive on a particular set of drive-by assaults that threatens the public safety of every man, woman, and child in this organization. But lately, the #BeachKrew have been handed their lunch by a group of individuals less talented than what will stand before you this Sunday Night on Slam in the the Joe Louis Arena in Detroit, Michigan. . .
Ms. Miyamoto swings the copy of the Wall St. Journal like she just hit a homerun. And bat flips the copy of the Wall St. Journal in an arrogant manner. Shadowlove shades his ice cold blue eyes looking out towards left field. Going, Going, Gone Girl!
Ms. Miyamoto: Quite the apropos venue for a shitstorm, No Disqualification Match, if I do say so myself. You see not all stables of mercenaries (Expendables Six, just kidding Sly but give me a call) have a need for fancy nicknames names identifying who they are, what they represent, and how they will go about trying to run rough shot in this organization. It doesn't really matter, now does it #BeachKrew? You are just one stable who is guilty by association, and nothing more. Alleged hardcore stables like yourself operate on a set of meaningless rules designed to frighten the viewing public. Look how frightening the #BeachKrew was two weeks ago when everyone of you was laying in their vomit, their blood, and the crowds stale popcorn and warm beer?. . .
Ms. Miyamoto's incandescent green eyes scans back and forth over Comerica Park like The Terminator and catches the copy of the Wall St. Journal like, how ironic, a spring baton, twirling it between her fingers.
Ms. Miyamoto: #BeachKrew you didn't look so frightening after the World Champion and his minions as well as Tiffany White got done “Bitch Slapping” you guys. That has to be the most embarrassing moment so far this year in the World Championship Federation? #BeachKrew, this group of mercenaries (Expendables Six, a sure fire Hollywood Blockbuster, Sly, I guarantee it) have better things to do than just babysit a bunch of whining petulant little children like yourselves on a Sunday night. Unfortunately, #BeachKrew, BEHOLD, THE IDES OF MARCH!
"PERSONAL JESUS" by Depeche Mode starts to play on the Bose® (product placement) SoundTouch® (product placement) outdoor surround sound system.
"The Handsome Half-breed" 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: You see, #BeachKrew, you are facing the most eclectic group of wrestlers every to be up against when the odds are against you and your future looks grime. Everyone of your opponents is either a Champion, an Ex-Champion, and a Future Champion. Quite The Sum of All Fears, if I do say so myself. We consist of a very wide spectrum in sports entertainment. The People's Champion, the Internet Champion, a current U.S. Champion, the New Hardcore Champion, the former U.S. Champion, and the Next Television Champion. . .
The Dynamic Duo both, simultaneously, in a “That just blew our minds” gesture.
Ms. Miyamoto: Wow, that just blew everyone's mind! Quite the large-caliber of well-known talent for just one match. Impressive, Most Impressive! #BeachKrew prepare yourself to be terrorized by a group of individuals who doesn't really care about winning or losing. Our only goal in this match is to inflict so much pain, so much agony, not only, on your very minds, hearts, bodies, and souls, #BeachKrew, but also on our very own minds, bodies, hearts and souls as well!. . .
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 "True Sgt. Slaughter, about to go to war" shit-eating grin.
Shadowlove: The #BeachKrew actually just stopped and said, “Shit!”. There's “The Handsome Half-breed”Shadowlove. . .
Ms Miyamoto, once again, takes her proper place, cradling against Shadowlove's body and caresses his muscular chest with her fingers.
Ms. Miyamoto: Indeed, the #BeachKrew actually just stopped and said, “Shit!” There’s “The Handsome Half-breed” Shadowlove-san. . .
"I’M THE MAN" by Anthrax starts to play on the Bose® (product placement) SoundTouch® (product placement) outdoor surround sound system.
Shadowlove starts to "strip" off his black leather trench-coat like a Chippendale's dancer. Spinning the black leather trench-coat around him like a Matador in a bullring and throwing it up into the air.
Shadowlove raises his hands up into the air and his black leather trench-coat slides back on him as if nothing happened. He crosses his arms in a “Flava Flav, “Yeah Boyz” gesture.
Ms. Miyamoto raises up her RayBan sunglasses with her middle finger once again, takes her proper place, cradling against Shadowlove's body and caresses his muscular chest with her fingers.
THIS IS THE END, MY ONLY FRIEND. . . THE END!
