The "Next" Television Champion Goes To Church
Mar 23, 2016 6:04:23 GMT -5
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Post by Shadowlove on Mar 23, 2016 6:04:23 GMT -5
Shrouded in a coastal marine layer of fog, contributing to the wet environment encouraging vigorous plant growth vital to the old-growth coastal redwood forest, stands an Old Abandoned Church Of Final Judgment. The old grey stones of the church were only visible where the vines and moss had not yet climbed to. The coastal redwood forest itself seemed to crane its neck in an attempt to envelop the old abandoned Church, standing now as the only remaining visage of sanity of what will be an emotionally charged Explosion in Chitown on Easter Sunday.
The stained glass windows had given way so that the vines could enter and feel their way through a place unknown and forbidden to their advances for so long. Within the old abandoned Church, a portion of the ceiling had collapsed and a beam of green forest moonlight illuminated the altar of the old sanctuary. Within the ray of light danced all manner of small things, and it made it look as if the moonlight itself were sparkling with magic. Just below the altar was a small pile of blackened and charred wood which showed that not all people had forgotten about this place.
The Old Abandoned Church of Final Judgement often seemed so distant, so cold and set apart from the natural beauty which the Lord had made and now, here, it seemed that the two worlds had come together, making it that much more beautiful and holy. The distinct musky combination smell of smoke and ash along with incense, and the scent of the flowery fragrance of oils made the old abandoned Church of Final Judgment a true home of the "I'm On A Mission From God, not "THE GOD", but A God Tour 2016" considering this time of year.
Snap, Hiss.
A handheld percussive tube sparks up and flies end over end down the aisle way of the abandoned Church leaving a pyrotechnic trail producing a brilliant light of intense heat like a comet circling the Earth and lands just below the altar on a pile of partially blackened bibles and charred wood.
"HER STRUT" by Bob Seger & The Silver Bullet Band starts to play on the Bose® (product placement) SoundTouch® (product placement) indoor/outdoor surround sound system. (And back by popular demand cause you know that you guys love to watch Ms. Miyamoto. . . "STRUT!")
The Infamous Superstar's personal bodyguard/valet, Ms. Miyamoto, the simply ravishing femme fatale temptress, enters the abandoned church with flirty confidence as she steps in rhythm towards the campfire. She’s wearing an Ushankas Russian Silver Fox Fur Hat with 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 Russian Silver Fox Fur Cropped Coat, designed by Dasha Selyanova, and women's Pajar Genuine Russian Silver Fox Fur & Calf Hair Boots.
Ms. Miyamoto's exuding fantastic supermodel energy, as she walks with a stiff, erect, and apparently arrogant and conceited "Strut" around the alter and bonfire. Her sweet as honey, harmoniously hypnotizing, smooth as silk, smoky voice radiating through her alluring lips:
Ms. Miyamoto: It is quite a very dangerous misadventure to believe that people are inherently combative, aggressive and typically extremely violent, in this confrontational encounter for the Television Championship, as if, you were “The Militant Little Girl” Tiffany White, while others are perceived to be inherently misunderstood like “The Handsome Half-breed” Shadowlove-san. This misrepresentation has fuelled many wars and conflicts within this organization as of late. It is what the self-proclaimed “Top Talented” individuals seem to thrive on when believing that they are fighting a just cause against very talented “Rookie” Sensation and that once this “Rookie” Sensation has been mutilated or killed, peace and goodness will reign supreme in Chicago, the most violently “explosive” city in the nation. . .
"The Handsome Half-breed" Shadowlove sitting back, relaxing on a pew, his hands interlocked behind his head, his classic masculine and modern mussed, razor-textured, choppy finished dark brown hair, showing off a fighter's face, and 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 perched up on the pew in front of him and crossed at the ankles. His low dusky voice ringing out fully, with all charm and charisma that one can muster, mister:
Shadowlove: NOT HARDLY! Perhaps you know this feeling all too well, Tiffany? You know that feeling when your heart starts racing, your palms are sweaty and you are so freakin’ excited in holding all the right cards, only to have your “Pocket Queens” fold under the pressure. No, Tiffany, you aren’t the Television Champion but you did experience a life-changing event, you showed your true feelings for a Stuart Slane. Congratulations. You let your “time of the month” (your know Aunt Flo, if you will) affect the outcome of your match. Such a shame for one of the most “talented” bull dykes in the WCF. Don't you fret to much Tiffany, it is just one weakness that militant adrenaline junkies like yourself have to overcome. You get all hocked up on your own adrenaline that you become so addicted to the rush of excitement and you forget what a Television Championship Match really is. In all your excitement of taking out “The One-Eyed Fat-Man” Stuart Slane, you forgot the most important thing. And in doing so, what did you prove and what did you accomplish? Absolutely nothing, NOTHING! When you had the Television Champion in your sights after you turned Stuart Slane into the one-eyed monster, you just don't stand there whistling “I am woman, hear me roar!”. No, no, no, sir, YOU TAKE HIM OUT! END OF STORY! Tiffany, you have to at least come out of the closet with the Television Championship for God's sake. WCF, we really can't blame Tiffany can we? Women, go figure! Tiffany White is just another emotional train wreck. Choo, Choo! “The Handsome Half-breed”, Me, will bring her back to reality by showing her the true meaning of “Love”, beyond a “Shadow” of a doubt. Unfortunately, that mile high club euphoric feeling that all militant adrenaline junkies like Tiffany gets won't be from winning the Television Championship. Nope, Tiffany will be the one getting her hot ass spanked by the New Television Champion, “The Handsome Half-breed” Shadowlove, Me, with the Television Championship Strap. . .
Ms Miyamoto takes her proper place, cradling against Shadowlove's body and caresses his muscular chest with her fingers. A bonfire crackled in the middle of the old church, projecting long shadows of all good things to come.
Ms. Miyamoto: Sensitive and insecure people like Tiffany White are a dime a dozen here in the World Championship Federation. Tiffany White is one of the most jealous, envious and shameful people that you will ever meet in this organization. Her supposed animosity towards men has betrayed her and rejected her not only as a bull dyke, but also devalued her Television Championship aspirations as well. She has become her own worst enemy, and in the end, she will just end up hurting herself in the long run. Her career, like many others in this organization, are filled with the same hypocritical highs and lows that Shadowlove-san has been accused of having. But, go figure, these are the same tiresome, hypocritical viewpoints from an inferiority complex group of individuals that live life in every day obscurity. Tiffany White is no different. Her personal issues simply bring out her constant guilt and fear over her unresolved situations and misunderstandings thriving from her own hurtfully bruised personification that she just isn't talented enough to climb the corporate ladder as fast as Shadowlove-san. This tiresome, hypocritical, inferiority complex type of personality is nothing new, the only real question is, “What will she really bring to this conversation for the Television Championship at Explosion? No doubt, her samo, samo, “he said, she said bullshit” like every other opponent that ever faced Shadowlove-san? It will be quite easy to see why, under the circumstances, Shadowlove-san brings out the very best in this wannabe judgmental lesbian with her tough talking militant adrenaline junkie attitude weakening her character, both mentally and physically. Sometimes, just sometimes, Tiffany White, the very best of times and the very worst of times of your career can coincide. This is the irony of "The Handsome Half-breed" Shadowlove-san. . .
Shadowlove wringing his hands together hoping the heat from the bonfire, seemingly being sucked into the frigid air, reaches his frozen hands.
Shadowlove: What makes Tiffany White, “The Militant Little Girl” and what makes Me, “The Handsome Half-breed”? These questions have plagued the WCF for about a half a week or so, and will continue to do so, well, until after Explosion ends this Easter Sunday Night, anyways. It has often been said that being a “The Last Militant Little Girl” is portraying a rebellious image of taking the greatest pleasure in life in doing what people say cannot be done, whereas, being “The Handsome Half-breed” is portraying said clean-cut image while bending all the rules to his advantage and proving that opinions are like assholes, everyone’s got one, and that some opinions just stink more than others when doing what I want, when I want, and how I want. . .
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: Being “The Militant Little Girl” like Tiffany White and being “The Handsome Half-breed” Shadowlove-san is relatively the same; one person’s “Militant Little Girl” is another person’s “Handsome Half-breed”. Now, would the World Championship Federation rather have “The Handsome Half-breed” Shadowlove-san, who willfully causes pain and suffering to the self-proclaimed “Legends In Their Own Minds” in the World Championship Federation, while turning on a dime, displaying the courage, the human sacrifice, the self-determination, the perseverance, the dedication, and the responsibility that defines the World Television Championship? Or would the World Championship Federation rather have the lackluster, underachieving, fearfully anxious, void of a killer instinct, the fight-or-flight one hit wonder bull dyke whose stuck on her own little island of a career like “The Militant Little Girl” Tiffany White as your Television Champion?. . .
Shadowlove rises up from the pew and added more wood to the bonfire. As he pokes the bonfire with long sticks and it seems to die a little as if unsure of itself, unready to devour the new offerings.
Shadowlove: Decisions, decisions, decisions, WCF. What do we really need, want and desire when we use these simplistic terms as “The Militant Little Girl” and “The Handsome Half-breed” to define this Television Championship Match? Being “The Militant Little Girl” means having a lack of intestinal fortitude (well maybe in about 9 months from now it will be a different story, if you know what I mean? Wink, wink!). Now, how much fun will that be for a Television Championship audience? Not that much fun, I reckon? Being “The Handsome Half-breed” means being one of the most polarizing, self-centered, egotistical, narcissistic, politically incorrect, self-righteous sonivabitches in WCF History. With that, you can simply dismiss “The Militant Little Girl” Tiffany White as ridiculous (even if she adopts, Wink, Wink!). You see, the danger of Tiffany White is not that she chooses being a "good" militant lesbian over being a "bad" militant lesbian or even being a "bad" militant lesbian over a "good" militant lesbian (try saying that 3 times fast). No, the only true danger that exists from Tiffany White is that she can not seem to choose between who she wants to be, who she needs to be, and who she desires to be as a militant lesbian. . .
Shadowlove adds new logs to the bonfire, sending feeble sparks to die in the air. But after a time, the bonfire finds it's confidence and grows until the heat starts warming them as orange flames celebrate with their wild flickering dance.
Ms. Miyamoto lowers her RayBan sunglasses down her perfectly flawless nose, showing off incandescent green eyes on her angelic face.
Ms. Miyamoto: Most of the choices that Shadowlove-san has made in his career so far are somewhere between the extremes of what is considered both good and what is considered bad in the spectrum of the World Championship Federation. Sometimes individuals may be seen as “Sinners”, when our egocentric impulses cause us to put our needs before the welfare of others. And sometimes, just sometimes, individuals behave as “Saints” when our empathy and compassion is the driving force behind the needs of the few when outweighing the needs of the many, resulting in an altruism of “Sainthood” in the World Championship Federation. No matter where this thin line between a “Saint” and a “Sinner” is, the outcome of this Television Champion Match will still be the same. . .
"PERSONAL JESUS" by Depeche Mode starts to play on the Bose® (product placement) SoundTouch® (product placement) indoor/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: I will be the “New” Television Champion. End of Story! My confidence is the very opposite of what “The Militant Little Girl” Tiffany White’s arrogance will represent as Television Champion. How should the WCF define who Tiffany White is anyways? Tiffany is more of a detriment than a benefit to this organization, although we should not tether ourselves to the vernacular usage of this word, any more than we would with any other description of her character traits. Is Tiffany pleasant or is Tiffany unpleasant or is Tiffany just down right complacent when underestimating and misunderstanding Me? This trifecta of her unemotional, emotional complacency of misunderstandings is not what the WCF needs at this time. As the WCF Television Champion there will be many unpleasant, pleasurable things that must be done, and are not for the weak of heart who is fighting her inner demons 24/7 each and every day. You must ask yourself, Is “The Militant Little Girl” Tiffany White beneficial or detrimental to the future of this organization as it falls into chaos and anarchy?. . .
Shadowlove raises his head showing with a malevolent, tight wolfish, whiplash smile, slowly aShadowlove 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 "Dude, Looks Like A Lady" shit-eating grin.
Ms Miyamoto takes her proper place, cradling against Shadowlove's body and caresses his muscular chest with her fingers and points the copy of the Wall St. Journal towards the bonfire and starts conducting the flames of the bonfire like, a. . .
"SYMPHONY OF DESTRUCTION" by Megadeth starts to play on the Bose® (product placement) SoundTouch® (product placement) indoor/outdoor surround sound system.
Ms. Miyamoto: Tiffany White, before you get your panties in a bunch, this is not just a mildly “politically incorrect” viewpoint on our part, this is just simply, the truthful reality of your situation here in the World Championship Federation. I will go even further, Tiffany White, so you can understand the facts of life here in the World Championship Federation. The goodness in you only emerges when the goodness inside you expresses something fundamental wrong about yourself. Even if it might be sometimes too difficult for you to see and to hear and to speak, Shadowlove-san is an aberration, characterized by an enduring antisocialism not diminished by the ability to understand and share the feelings of another without remorse. Good is good, bad is bad, and Tiffany White is Tiffany White. You just can't have one without the other. And you can't have all three without “The Handsome Half-breed” Shadowlove-san. . .
The intensity and excitement of the flames was like they were dancing in the moonlight with the nearby lake reflecting a distant glow, bright and vivid casting a spotlight on Shadowlove inside the confessional.
Shadowlove: Forgive me Father, for I have sinned. . .
Shadowlove squints one eye and holds up his hands like he is about to be smite by the "I'm On A Mission From God, not "THE GOD", but A God Tour 2016".
WHEW!
Shadowlove begins laughing to himself as he exits the confessional. His laughter spirals upward Heaven bound along with the dark smoke from the bonfire.
Shadowlove: As you can see, Tiffany, I am always a very happy-go-lucky fellow, once you get to know me. As with any perceived “hoaxes”, such as the self-proclaimed “black sheep” individual of foreign affairs failure to communicate has “sheepishly” dug himself deeply into an early grave and only wishes he was so, in his native “Norwegian/Welsh” language, BAAAAAAAAAAD! The “Neo Nordicist” Dagvald Riddik personality is that of innocuous, inconspicuous and banal offspring of a “Drunkard” Sheepherder and a “whore” chaser and nothing more. I really, and I mean really, hate to be the one to break this to Dagvald Riddik, but every day, millions and millions of people commit unheard of, unseen of, and unspoken acts against sheep, and everyday, all the while feeling completely comfortable with their decision, as long as they don't bother to judge their own motives. . .
The bonfire starts pulsating. The glowing embers seemed to move in rhythm with the flames, matching every dip and sweep. It was mesmerizing to watch, colors of orange and red giving way to yellow and white near the centre, where the emanating heat is the greatest.
Ms. Miyamoto: “Plausible Deniability” Tiffany White! That is the best excuse for you to use if I were you in the people's court of public opinion. Tiffany White, you do will realize, like Dagvald Riddik-san with the sheep, that you have betrayed your own morals, willingly and deliberately, when you showed your true romance for Stuart Slane-san by not becoming the Television Champion on Slam? No matter how you will try to spin this to appear off screen, to the viewing audience of the people's court of public opinion on screen, you are no better than Stuart Slane-san according to your own diatribe. Shadowlove-san cannot be defined as someone who displeases you. By your very own moral code Tiffany White, Shadowlove-san has already won. Shadowlove-san has taken the position of deliberately making your personal moral code irrelevant of hating men with regard to your ambitions and desires inside the World Championship Federation. Shadowlove-san is the ultimate freedom, asserting his power within The World Championship Federation by choosing his own destiny at Explosion. . . JUST FEAST YOUR EYES ON THE WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP FEDERATION’S NEW TELEVISION CHAMPION!
Shadowlove starts searching the old abandoned Church Of Final Judgment for marshmallows to roast, chocolate to melt, and a couple of graham crackers in order to make some traditional S'mores. He checks the altar. Nope. Finds a chalice, dips it into the baptismal font, takes a drink, and feels, quite invincible.
Continuing his search for the Holy S’mores, Shadowlove checks the organ, plays a little showtune. Nope. Checks the lectern. Nope. Ransacks the sacristy. Nope. Rechecks the altar and comes across the sacrament, finding a package of wafers with a cross embedded in the middle. Munching on the Body of Christ as he lights a votive candle for Tiffany White. He looks up at Jesus on the crucifix. He touches the foot of Jesus and the statue starts to crumble.
Suddenly, in KRAMER style move; twirling twice and preforming a 7.3 on the Richter scale triple take as if coming through a door, Shadowlove with a shocked “Oh, Jesus” looks on his face with the statue of Jesus on the crucifix crumbling around him, exits stage right. . . then stage left. . . then, like a bat out of hell. . . stage, right up the aisle and out the damn door of the old abandoned Church. Ms. Miyamoto's incandescent green eyes scans back and forth inside old abandoned Church like The Terminator. She raising up her RayBan sunglasses with her middle finger while calmly walking out the Old Abandoned Church Of Final Judgment.
THIS IS THE END, MY ONLY FRIEND. . . THE END!
The stained glass windows had given way so that the vines could enter and feel their way through a place unknown and forbidden to their advances for so long. Within the old abandoned Church, a portion of the ceiling had collapsed and a beam of green forest moonlight illuminated the altar of the old sanctuary. Within the ray of light danced all manner of small things, and it made it look as if the moonlight itself were sparkling with magic. Just below the altar was a small pile of blackened and charred wood which showed that not all people had forgotten about this place.
The Old Abandoned Church of Final Judgement often seemed so distant, so cold and set apart from the natural beauty which the Lord had made and now, here, it seemed that the two worlds had come together, making it that much more beautiful and holy. The distinct musky combination smell of smoke and ash along with incense, and the scent of the flowery fragrance of oils made the old abandoned Church of Final Judgment a true home of the "I'm On A Mission From God, not "THE GOD", but A God Tour 2016" considering this time of year.
Snap, Hiss.
A handheld percussive tube sparks up and flies end over end down the aisle way of the abandoned Church leaving a pyrotechnic trail producing a brilliant light of intense heat like a comet circling the Earth and lands just below the altar on a pile of partially blackened bibles and charred wood.
"HER STRUT" by Bob Seger & The Silver Bullet Band starts to play on the Bose® (product placement) SoundTouch® (product placement) indoor/outdoor surround sound system. (And back by popular demand cause you know that you guys love to watch Ms. Miyamoto. . . "STRUT!")
The Infamous Superstar's personal bodyguard/valet, Ms. Miyamoto, the simply ravishing femme fatale temptress, enters the abandoned church with flirty confidence as she steps in rhythm towards the campfire. She’s wearing an Ushankas Russian Silver Fox Fur Hat with 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 Russian Silver Fox Fur Cropped Coat, designed by Dasha Selyanova, and women's Pajar Genuine Russian Silver Fox Fur & Calf Hair Boots.
Ms. Miyamoto's exuding fantastic supermodel energy, as she walks with a stiff, erect, and apparently arrogant and conceited "Strut" around the alter and bonfire. Her sweet as honey, harmoniously hypnotizing, smooth as silk, smoky voice radiating through her alluring lips:
Ms. Miyamoto: It is quite a very dangerous misadventure to believe that people are inherently combative, aggressive and typically extremely violent, in this confrontational encounter for the Television Championship, as if, you were “The Militant Little Girl” Tiffany White, while others are perceived to be inherently misunderstood like “The Handsome Half-breed” Shadowlove-san. This misrepresentation has fuelled many wars and conflicts within this organization as of late. It is what the self-proclaimed “Top Talented” individuals seem to thrive on when believing that they are fighting a just cause against very talented “Rookie” Sensation and that once this “Rookie” Sensation has been mutilated or killed, peace and goodness will reign supreme in Chicago, the most violently “explosive” city in the nation. . .
"The Handsome Half-breed" Shadowlove sitting back, relaxing on a pew, his hands interlocked behind his head, his classic masculine and modern mussed, razor-textured, choppy finished dark brown hair, showing off a fighter's face, and 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 perched up on the pew in front of him and crossed at the ankles. His low dusky voice ringing out fully, with all charm and charisma that one can muster, mister:
Shadowlove: NOT HARDLY! Perhaps you know this feeling all too well, Tiffany? You know that feeling when your heart starts racing, your palms are sweaty and you are so freakin’ excited in holding all the right cards, only to have your “Pocket Queens” fold under the pressure. No, Tiffany, you aren’t the Television Champion but you did experience a life-changing event, you showed your true feelings for a Stuart Slane. Congratulations. You let your “time of the month” (your know Aunt Flo, if you will) affect the outcome of your match. Such a shame for one of the most “talented” bull dykes in the WCF. Don't you fret to much Tiffany, it is just one weakness that militant adrenaline junkies like yourself have to overcome. You get all hocked up on your own adrenaline that you become so addicted to the rush of excitement and you forget what a Television Championship Match really is. In all your excitement of taking out “The One-Eyed Fat-Man” Stuart Slane, you forgot the most important thing. And in doing so, what did you prove and what did you accomplish? Absolutely nothing, NOTHING! When you had the Television Champion in your sights after you turned Stuart Slane into the one-eyed monster, you just don't stand there whistling “I am woman, hear me roar!”. No, no, no, sir, YOU TAKE HIM OUT! END OF STORY! Tiffany, you have to at least come out of the closet with the Television Championship for God's sake. WCF, we really can't blame Tiffany can we? Women, go figure! Tiffany White is just another emotional train wreck. Choo, Choo! “The Handsome Half-breed”, Me, will bring her back to reality by showing her the true meaning of “Love”, beyond a “Shadow” of a doubt. Unfortunately, that mile high club euphoric feeling that all militant adrenaline junkies like Tiffany gets won't be from winning the Television Championship. Nope, Tiffany will be the one getting her hot ass spanked by the New Television Champion, “The Handsome Half-breed” Shadowlove, Me, with the Television Championship Strap. . .
Ms Miyamoto takes her proper place, cradling against Shadowlove's body and caresses his muscular chest with her fingers. A bonfire crackled in the middle of the old church, projecting long shadows of all good things to come.
Ms. Miyamoto: Sensitive and insecure people like Tiffany White are a dime a dozen here in the World Championship Federation. Tiffany White is one of the most jealous, envious and shameful people that you will ever meet in this organization. Her supposed animosity towards men has betrayed her and rejected her not only as a bull dyke, but also devalued her Television Championship aspirations as well. She has become her own worst enemy, and in the end, she will just end up hurting herself in the long run. Her career, like many others in this organization, are filled with the same hypocritical highs and lows that Shadowlove-san has been accused of having. But, go figure, these are the same tiresome, hypocritical viewpoints from an inferiority complex group of individuals that live life in every day obscurity. Tiffany White is no different. Her personal issues simply bring out her constant guilt and fear over her unresolved situations and misunderstandings thriving from her own hurtfully bruised personification that she just isn't talented enough to climb the corporate ladder as fast as Shadowlove-san. This tiresome, hypocritical, inferiority complex type of personality is nothing new, the only real question is, “What will she really bring to this conversation for the Television Championship at Explosion? No doubt, her samo, samo, “he said, she said bullshit” like every other opponent that ever faced Shadowlove-san? It will be quite easy to see why, under the circumstances, Shadowlove-san brings out the very best in this wannabe judgmental lesbian with her tough talking militant adrenaline junkie attitude weakening her character, both mentally and physically. Sometimes, just sometimes, Tiffany White, the very best of times and the very worst of times of your career can coincide. This is the irony of "The Handsome Half-breed" Shadowlove-san. . .
Shadowlove wringing his hands together hoping the heat from the bonfire, seemingly being sucked into the frigid air, reaches his frozen hands.
Shadowlove: What makes Tiffany White, “The Militant Little Girl” and what makes Me, “The Handsome Half-breed”? These questions have plagued the WCF for about a half a week or so, and will continue to do so, well, until after Explosion ends this Easter Sunday Night, anyways. It has often been said that being a “The Last Militant Little Girl” is portraying a rebellious image of taking the greatest pleasure in life in doing what people say cannot be done, whereas, being “The Handsome Half-breed” is portraying said clean-cut image while bending all the rules to his advantage and proving that opinions are like assholes, everyone’s got one, and that some opinions just stink more than others when doing what I want, when I want, and how I want. . .
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: Being “The Militant Little Girl” like Tiffany White and being “The Handsome Half-breed” Shadowlove-san is relatively the same; one person’s “Militant Little Girl” is another person’s “Handsome Half-breed”. Now, would the World Championship Federation rather have “The Handsome Half-breed” Shadowlove-san, who willfully causes pain and suffering to the self-proclaimed “Legends In Their Own Minds” in the World Championship Federation, while turning on a dime, displaying the courage, the human sacrifice, the self-determination, the perseverance, the dedication, and the responsibility that defines the World Television Championship? Or would the World Championship Federation rather have the lackluster, underachieving, fearfully anxious, void of a killer instinct, the fight-or-flight one hit wonder bull dyke whose stuck on her own little island of a career like “The Militant Little Girl” Tiffany White as your Television Champion?. . .
Shadowlove rises up from the pew and added more wood to the bonfire. As he pokes the bonfire with long sticks and it seems to die a little as if unsure of itself, unready to devour the new offerings.
Shadowlove: Decisions, decisions, decisions, WCF. What do we really need, want and desire when we use these simplistic terms as “The Militant Little Girl” and “The Handsome Half-breed” to define this Television Championship Match? Being “The Militant Little Girl” means having a lack of intestinal fortitude (well maybe in about 9 months from now it will be a different story, if you know what I mean? Wink, wink!). Now, how much fun will that be for a Television Championship audience? Not that much fun, I reckon? Being “The Handsome Half-breed” means being one of the most polarizing, self-centered, egotistical, narcissistic, politically incorrect, self-righteous sonivabitches in WCF History. With that, you can simply dismiss “The Militant Little Girl” Tiffany White as ridiculous (even if she adopts, Wink, Wink!). You see, the danger of Tiffany White is not that she chooses being a "good" militant lesbian over being a "bad" militant lesbian or even being a "bad" militant lesbian over a "good" militant lesbian (try saying that 3 times fast). No, the only true danger that exists from Tiffany White is that she can not seem to choose between who she wants to be, who she needs to be, and who she desires to be as a militant lesbian. . .
Shadowlove adds new logs to the bonfire, sending feeble sparks to die in the air. But after a time, the bonfire finds it's confidence and grows until the heat starts warming them as orange flames celebrate with their wild flickering dance.
Ms. Miyamoto lowers her RayBan sunglasses down her perfectly flawless nose, showing off incandescent green eyes on her angelic face.
Ms. Miyamoto: Most of the choices that Shadowlove-san has made in his career so far are somewhere between the extremes of what is considered both good and what is considered bad in the spectrum of the World Championship Federation. Sometimes individuals may be seen as “Sinners”, when our egocentric impulses cause us to put our needs before the welfare of others. And sometimes, just sometimes, individuals behave as “Saints” when our empathy and compassion is the driving force behind the needs of the few when outweighing the needs of the many, resulting in an altruism of “Sainthood” in the World Championship Federation. No matter where this thin line between a “Saint” and a “Sinner” is, the outcome of this Television Champion Match will still be the same. . .
"PERSONAL JESUS" by Depeche Mode starts to play on the Bose® (product placement) SoundTouch® (product placement) indoor/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: I will be the “New” Television Champion. End of Story! My confidence is the very opposite of what “The Militant Little Girl” Tiffany White’s arrogance will represent as Television Champion. How should the WCF define who Tiffany White is anyways? Tiffany is more of a detriment than a benefit to this organization, although we should not tether ourselves to the vernacular usage of this word, any more than we would with any other description of her character traits. Is Tiffany pleasant or is Tiffany unpleasant or is Tiffany just down right complacent when underestimating and misunderstanding Me? This trifecta of her unemotional, emotional complacency of misunderstandings is not what the WCF needs at this time. As the WCF Television Champion there will be many unpleasant, pleasurable things that must be done, and are not for the weak of heart who is fighting her inner demons 24/7 each and every day. You must ask yourself, Is “The Militant Little Girl” Tiffany White beneficial or detrimental to the future of this organization as it falls into chaos and anarchy?. . .
Shadowlove raises his head showing with a malevolent, tight wolfish, whiplash smile, slowly aShadowlove 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 "Dude, Looks Like A Lady" shit-eating grin.
Ms Miyamoto takes her proper place, cradling against Shadowlove's body and caresses his muscular chest with her fingers and points the copy of the Wall St. Journal towards the bonfire and starts conducting the flames of the bonfire like, a. . .
"SYMPHONY OF DESTRUCTION" by Megadeth starts to play on the Bose® (product placement) SoundTouch® (product placement) indoor/outdoor surround sound system.
Ms. Miyamoto: Tiffany White, before you get your panties in a bunch, this is not just a mildly “politically incorrect” viewpoint on our part, this is just simply, the truthful reality of your situation here in the World Championship Federation. I will go even further, Tiffany White, so you can understand the facts of life here in the World Championship Federation. The goodness in you only emerges when the goodness inside you expresses something fundamental wrong about yourself. Even if it might be sometimes too difficult for you to see and to hear and to speak, Shadowlove-san is an aberration, characterized by an enduring antisocialism not diminished by the ability to understand and share the feelings of another without remorse. Good is good, bad is bad, and Tiffany White is Tiffany White. You just can't have one without the other. And you can't have all three without “The Handsome Half-breed” Shadowlove-san. . .
The intensity and excitement of the flames was like they were dancing in the moonlight with the nearby lake reflecting a distant glow, bright and vivid casting a spotlight on Shadowlove inside the confessional.
Shadowlove: Forgive me Father, for I have sinned. . .
Shadowlove squints one eye and holds up his hands like he is about to be smite by the "I'm On A Mission From God, not "THE GOD", but A God Tour 2016".
WHEW!
Shadowlove begins laughing to himself as he exits the confessional. His laughter spirals upward Heaven bound along with the dark smoke from the bonfire.
Shadowlove: As you can see, Tiffany, I am always a very happy-go-lucky fellow, once you get to know me. As with any perceived “hoaxes”, such as the self-proclaimed “black sheep” individual of foreign affairs failure to communicate has “sheepishly” dug himself deeply into an early grave and only wishes he was so, in his native “Norwegian/Welsh” language, BAAAAAAAAAAD! The “Neo Nordicist” Dagvald Riddik personality is that of innocuous, inconspicuous and banal offspring of a “Drunkard” Sheepherder and a “whore” chaser and nothing more. I really, and I mean really, hate to be the one to break this to Dagvald Riddik, but every day, millions and millions of people commit unheard of, unseen of, and unspoken acts against sheep, and everyday, all the while feeling completely comfortable with their decision, as long as they don't bother to judge their own motives. . .
The bonfire starts pulsating. The glowing embers seemed to move in rhythm with the flames, matching every dip and sweep. It was mesmerizing to watch, colors of orange and red giving way to yellow and white near the centre, where the emanating heat is the greatest.
Ms. Miyamoto: “Plausible Deniability” Tiffany White! That is the best excuse for you to use if I were you in the people's court of public opinion. Tiffany White, you do will realize, like Dagvald Riddik-san with the sheep, that you have betrayed your own morals, willingly and deliberately, when you showed your true romance for Stuart Slane-san by not becoming the Television Champion on Slam? No matter how you will try to spin this to appear off screen, to the viewing audience of the people's court of public opinion on screen, you are no better than Stuart Slane-san according to your own diatribe. Shadowlove-san cannot be defined as someone who displeases you. By your very own moral code Tiffany White, Shadowlove-san has already won. Shadowlove-san has taken the position of deliberately making your personal moral code irrelevant of hating men with regard to your ambitions and desires inside the World Championship Federation. Shadowlove-san is the ultimate freedom, asserting his power within The World Championship Federation by choosing his own destiny at Explosion. . . JUST FEAST YOUR EYES ON THE WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP FEDERATION’S NEW TELEVISION CHAMPION!
Shadowlove starts searching the old abandoned Church Of Final Judgment for marshmallows to roast, chocolate to melt, and a couple of graham crackers in order to make some traditional S'mores. He checks the altar. Nope. Finds a chalice, dips it into the baptismal font, takes a drink, and feels, quite invincible.
Continuing his search for the Holy S’mores, Shadowlove checks the organ, plays a little showtune. Nope. Checks the lectern. Nope. Ransacks the sacristy. Nope. Rechecks the altar and comes across the sacrament, finding a package of wafers with a cross embedded in the middle. Munching on the Body of Christ as he lights a votive candle for Tiffany White. He looks up at Jesus on the crucifix. He touches the foot of Jesus and the statue starts to crumble.
Suddenly, in KRAMER style move; twirling twice and preforming a 7.3 on the Richter scale triple take as if coming through a door, Shadowlove with a shocked “Oh, Jesus” looks on his face with the statue of Jesus on the crucifix crumbling around him, exits stage right. . . then stage left. . . then, like a bat out of hell. . . stage, right up the aisle and out the damn door of the old abandoned Church. Ms. Miyamoto's incandescent green eyes scans back and forth inside old abandoned Church like The Terminator. She raising up her RayBan sunglasses with her middle finger while calmly walking out the Old Abandoned Church Of Final Judgment.
THIS IS THE END, MY ONLY FRIEND. . . THE END!
