Post by Shadowlove on Apr 15, 2016 1:53:43 GMT -5
“ABANDON ALL HOPE YE WHO ENTER HERE” is scrawled in blood red lettering on the side of Arena Et Maurïce Richàrd in Montreal, Canada, in print large enough to be seen from this extraordinary, "I'm on a Mission From God, not 'THE GOD', but a God Tour 2016" Prevost H3-45 luxury executive tour bus. Grand Prix White. Licence plate #15SAR6S9. The luxury executive tour bus lurches forward through traffic past an advertisement showing the full Slam card and comes to a stop.
Blue lights through the aisles illuminate the entire pathway of the bus. Color-changing, high-tech cove lighting lines all the custom valances. The front lounge includes two custom white ultra leather sofas and a 32” LCD monitor. LED accents line the counter edges and encircle the air conditioning ducts on the ceiling. Even the exterior has blue led lights under all the handles! A small dinette and galley area features another 32” LCD monitor. Across the aisle is the galley.The galley includes a sink, small counter top, convection microwave, ice maker, refrigerator, and custom wine rack.
The curvy hallway continues the modern design and allows for an extra roomy bathroom on the curbside. Next you come to six bunks, three on each side. Each bunk has its own a privacy curtain and a reading light.The gorgeous bathroom features a red and beige color scheme - a change from the rest of the coach. Beautiful beige ceramic tiles cover the shower walls and the entire lavatory floor. Splashes of red accent tiles in the shower match the beautiful glass resin vessel sink. Custom curved cabinetry and counters follow the curve of the sink.
Across from the bathroom is an impressive AV rack which includes his computer system, sound system, and in-motion satellite all controlled by a RTI remote. Being a big gamer, the customer has an Xbox 360 (product placement) in both the front and back rooms. Either Xbox can be switched out with an onboard PS5 Blu-ray and used as an all around entertainment system. Rear of the bunk area is the rear lounge which is both his office and master bedroom. This is accomplished by a one of a kind Murphy bed system. The bed, with a push of a button, goes up inside the wall.
When down, two cabinet doors are accessible that open up into a storage area. When the bed is up, a two panel door is revealed. One panel goes down providing a work surface and the other panel lifts up revealing ten 17” monitors mounted under the bed. The monitors are tied into the computer network which is connected to the internet via two Wi-Fi routers. The bedroom now becomes his office!!! This room also includes a small custom ultra leather covered seat with storage below, a 42” TV monitor, and a roof hatch that leads to a roof deck accessible by a telescopic ladder. Features top-of-the-line state-the-art Bose® (product placement) surround sound system, a state of the art workstation command center, and state-of-the-art cove lighting. One things for sure, you won’t see anything else like it out on the road. Well, almost anything. You know this is going to be something special even before walking into the dazzling 45 foot long luxury executive tour bus. . .
The polyurethane memory foam of one of the white ultra leather sofas molds to the shape of The Infamous Superstar's personal bodyguard/valet, Ms. Miyamoto, the simply ravishing femme fatale temptress, mischievously smiles to herself, shaking her head, reading a copy of the Wall St. Journal about how KFC’s stock is down ever since a “Honey Badger” dressed up like a “chicken” to be Col. Sanders latest Mascot. At least “The Dynamic Duo” sold their stock early and earning 10.5%. Her raven black hair pulled back in a French braid showing off her angelic face with her eyes hidden behind a pair of RayBan sunglasses to go along with her body built for sin encased in a stark white sequin Mandarin dress with a French-cut up the side showing off her neatly crossed legs with stark white Jimmy Choo stilettoes. Her sweet as honey, harmoniously hypnotizing, smooth as silk, smoky voice radiating through her alluring lips:
MS. MIYAMOTO: Think of the last time the odds were against you and your future looked grim, or is that grime? Who can really tell these days? The crazy thing about adversity in the sports entertainment business is that at some point in your life you have the resiliency to quickly overcome being considered the “underdog” in this Hardcore Championship Match and that you have no “unrealistic” chance in hell in being the Hardcore Champion. Whatever the case may be, the only thing that is important is how you thrive on adversity and use it to your advantage by fueling your success. Then, there are those like Scathe-san, Andre Holmes-san, Dustin Beaver-san, the soon to retire Vengeance-san, Zombie McMorris-san, Bonnie Blue and Katherine Phoenix who can't carry the weight of fathoming the fact that when you’re facing adversity and being underestimated you have the ability to improvise, overcome, and adapt to any situation is the only best way that you can, by become the “New” Hardcore Champion. . .
The polyurethane memory foam of the other white ultra leather sofa molds to “The Handsome Half-breed" Shadowlove laying with his hands interlocked behind his head and legs crossed at the ankles. His classic masculine and modern mussed, razor-textured, choppy finished dark brown hair, showing off a fighters 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. His low dusky voice ringing out fully, with charm and charisma that one can muster, mister as he watches “Rocky” on a 32” LCD Sony Television monitor:
SHADOWLOVE: Powerful shit, right? I mean, going from being the #1 contender to the Television Championship, to being the “underdog” in the Hardcore Championship, and still being the #1 contender for the International Championship, is no easy feat for a “No talent” jobber like myself. But, I must say that, being “The Handsome Half-breed”, Me, is changing the WCF landscape, no question about that. I’m creative, I’m young, unscrupulous, highly motivated, highly skilled. In essence what I’m saying is that the WCF cannot afford to lose me. My good looks are an asset to this organization. Who else has the talent to bring the claws out of those who are extremely “Hardcore” jealous of the talent that I have for making things seem easier than they look? Well, there’s the current Greek tragedy, Katherine Phoenix, but I digress. Not only that, being “The Handsome Half-breed”, Me, is helping revolutionize and change the way that people think about his or her career in this organization. And as successful as I have been with my arrogance, lust, and greed, I sure the hell didn't get here by breezing through life by blowing smoke up your ass and doing nothing. Not only that, being “The Handsome Half-breed”, Me, inspires people to become the very best that they can be, by showing that it is possible to be successful no matter what happens to you with or without having a Championship around your waist. . .
She lowers her RayBan sunglasses, showing off her incandescent green eyes, nodding in approval at such a Magnificent Specimen, Shadowlove, while rolling up the copy of the Wall St. Journal and tapping it in the palm of her hand.
MS. MIYAMOTO: Shadowlove-san’s efficiency involves influencing and manipulating others so that they lose their cool when blowing their stack by motivating them right into shitting in their tighty whities. Quite the contribution and achievement made so far by Scathe-san, Andre Holmes-san, Dustin Beaver-san, the soon to retire Vengeance-san, Zombie McMorris-san, Bonnie Blue and Katherine Phoenix. You all deserve a standing ovation. I mean the fact remains that Shadowlove-san doesn't really give a shit about his debut. Why is everyone enamored with such a meaningless match? Can we help it if, you hate your job so much that you feel you need to worry about his? When it comes to Dagvald Riddik-san, you should pay a little more attention, Shadowlove-san and Dagvald Riddik-san have signed to meet in a Hell-In-The-Cell-Match. It is up to Seth Lerch-san as to when and where this match will take place. Forward your complaints to him. Twitter me this, Twitter me that, when you bring up something new, we will pay attention to you. Scarcely, no wonder, any advancements to the Hardcore Championship that you think you have would be seen as a set-back. Being the Hardcore Champion is widely recognized for changing the tides of war, if you will, by reshaping the history of the World Championship Federation and not by reliving the past, over and over and over again like you are Sarah and John Connor running and hiding from The Terminator or when you are in the passenger seat like Andre Holmes-san when he’s riding “Bitch” in Bonnie Blue’s 1971 Ford Ranchero. . .
Shadowlove rolls over onto his side propping his head up with the palm of his hand as he eats some popcorn while enjoying the view of Ms. Miyamoto crossing her legs like Sharon Stone in Basic Instinct.
SHADOWLOVE: This isn’t Groundhog Day either, stop acting like Punxsutawney Phil afraid of your own “Shadow”. What? You’re not gonna show the “Love” here either? Tisk, tisk. Scathe, Andre Holmes, Dustin Beaver, the retiring Vengeance, Zombie McMorris, Bonnie Blue, Katherine Phoenix this type of focus fuels widespread fascination with the lives of everyone in this Dysfunctional Modern Family of ours known as the WCF. How exactly will you reshape the developmental characteristic traits of the Hardcore Championship? To answer such a question, this Modern Day Dysfunctional Family's take on the Hardcore Championship Match has grown in scope in which all manner of people have found their voice when expressing their opinions. The nature of these contributions can be varied and far-reaching, with a great many that are both very insightful and highly readable and hilariously entertaining. A common theme in these various treatments, however, is that, almost without exception, they endorse an individualistic understanding of the Hardcore Championship that views this as a process that is grounded in the very bland definition that defines these “talented” individuals. In my own way, I have risen above these “distinctively talented” opinions that sets “The Handsome Half-breed”, Me, apart from those other “talented” individuals by making the Hardcore Championship far more superior, and far more special. . .
"PERSONAL JESUS" by Depeche Mode starts to play on the Bose® (product placement) SoundTouch® (product placement) indoor surround sound system.
"The Handsome Half-breed" Shadowlove rises up to his feet, 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.
Ms. Miyamoto takes her proper place and cradles against Shadowlove's body and caresses his muscular chest with her fingers.
MS. MIYAMOTO: Shadowlove-san does not seek to diminish the contribution that Scathe-san, Andre Holmes-san, Dustin Beaver-san, the retiring Vengeance-san, Zombie McMorris-san, Bonnie Blue, and Katherine Phoenix have made in the shaping the World Championship Federation nor does he seek to downplay the importance that these “charity” cases have played in making the World Championship Federation into such a “charitable” organization. What Shadowlove-san does do, however, is question and provide an alternative viewpoint to their mundane individualistic consensus. Indeed, rather than seeing the Hardcore Championship as something that derives from their status quo unique regurgitation, Shadowlove-san brings the very opposite to the ring: that the Hardcore Championship is grounded in the capacity that embodies and promotes the Hardcore Champion. . .
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 with a “I’m Too Sexy For My Shirt, Too Sexy For My Shirt, So Sexy It Hurts” shit-eating grin.
SHADOWLOVE: Being the Hardcore Champion doesn’t revolve around these very “talented” individuals like Scathe, Andre Holmes, Dustin Beaver, the retiring Vengeance, Zombie McMorris, Bonnie Blue, and Katherine Phoenix acting and thinking in isolationism, Shadowlove-san will join together the Hardcore Championship and the Hardcore Champion in a shared endeavor in order to understand what being “Hardcore” really means. These very “talented” individuals gaze needs to extend beyond their nose; in particular, these very “talented” individuals have to consider the fact that being “Hardcore” isn't just about wallowing around in their own “bloody” self-righteous pettiness of barbed wire, trash cans, steel chairs, pincushions or what have you, in order to be truly “Hardcore”. What these very “talented” individuals need to do is forge not only a physical connection but a psychological connection as well to the Hardcore Championship in order to become the true “Hardcore” Legend that drives the history of the Hardcore Championship forward. . .
Ms. Miyamoto hands Shadowlove the rolled up copy of the Wall St. Journal. Shadowlove starts twirling the copy of the Wall St. Journal inbetween his fingers, and like the smooth operator that he is, slides it into the inside pocket of his black leather trench-coat.
MS. MIYAMOTO: The World Championship Federation needs this broader gaze because the viewpoints coming from Scathe-san, Andre Holmes-san, Dustin Beaver-san, the retiring Vengeance-san, Zombie McMorris-san, Bonnie Blue, and Katherine Phoenix is proof enough why the Hardcore Championship is not undergoing the emergence of a big new idea when developmenting of a vision for sweeping changes within this organization. Shadowlove-san has the capacity to convince the World Championship Federation to contribute to the process that helps to bring about change to the reality of ideas and vision of what it really means to be “Hardcore”. We readily recognize, however, that persuading Scathe-san, Andre Holmes-san, Dustin Beaver-san, the retiring Vengeance-san, Zombie McMorris-san, Bonnie Blue, and Katherine Phoenix of the merits of this new appreciation of the Hardcore Championship is no easy task considering that they all are ingrained in the shackles of their own “intellectual” unpopular unconscious, subconscious, consciousness of being in a slice and dice nonsensical culinary competition for the Hardcore Championship on Slam, Live, from the Arena Et Maurïce Richàrd in Montreal, Canada.
“HER STRUT" by Bob Seger & The Silver Bullet Band starts to play on the Bose® (product placement) SoundTouch® (product placement) indoor 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, throwing it up into the air, catching it and putting it back on as if nothing has happened.
Suddenly, in KRAMER style move; twirling twice and performing a 7.3 on the Richter scale triple take as if coming through a door, Shadowlove notices blood dripping down from a paper cut on his finger. Possessing superior strength, and durability, Shadowlove, creating bursts of cyclonic proportions, tornado spins, like The Tasmanian Devil, in a “Looney Tunes” cartoon, faints at the sight of his own blood, and ends up spread eagle on the floor of the luxury executive tour bus.
Ms. Miyamoto, exuding fantastic supermodel energy, as she walks with a stiff, erect, and apparently arrogant and conceited "Strut" around Shadowlove’s prone body.
Ms. Miyamoto's incandescent green eyes scans back and forth from Shadowlove-san laying on the floor and towards the viewing audience, and once again, back and forth from Shadowlove-san laying on the floor and towards the viewing audience like The Terminator. Shadowlove squints his eyes hoping he “sold” the move to the viewing audience and Ms. Miyamoto. She seductively licks the blood off of Shadowlove's finger. A mischievous smile appears on her angelic face, “Type O-Negative for those of you keeping score at home”. She raises up her RayBan sunglasses with her middle finger as a “Top Secret, Secret, Secret Double Probation” gesture for Scathe-san, Andre Holmes-san, Dustin Beaver-san, the retiring Vengeance-san, Zombie McMorris-san, Bonnie Blue, and Katherine Phoenix. I wonder if they will get the hint?
THIS IS THE END, MY ONLY FRIEND. . . THE END!
Blue lights through the aisles illuminate the entire pathway of the bus. Color-changing, high-tech cove lighting lines all the custom valances. The front lounge includes two custom white ultra leather sofas and a 32” LCD monitor. LED accents line the counter edges and encircle the air conditioning ducts on the ceiling. Even the exterior has blue led lights under all the handles! A small dinette and galley area features another 32” LCD monitor. Across the aisle is the galley.The galley includes a sink, small counter top, convection microwave, ice maker, refrigerator, and custom wine rack.
The curvy hallway continues the modern design and allows for an extra roomy bathroom on the curbside. Next you come to six bunks, three on each side. Each bunk has its own a privacy curtain and a reading light.The gorgeous bathroom features a red and beige color scheme - a change from the rest of the coach. Beautiful beige ceramic tiles cover the shower walls and the entire lavatory floor. Splashes of red accent tiles in the shower match the beautiful glass resin vessel sink. Custom curved cabinetry and counters follow the curve of the sink.
Across from the bathroom is an impressive AV rack which includes his computer system, sound system, and in-motion satellite all controlled by a RTI remote. Being a big gamer, the customer has an Xbox 360 (product placement) in both the front and back rooms. Either Xbox can be switched out with an onboard PS5 Blu-ray and used as an all around entertainment system. Rear of the bunk area is the rear lounge which is both his office and master bedroom. This is accomplished by a one of a kind Murphy bed system. The bed, with a push of a button, goes up inside the wall.
When down, two cabinet doors are accessible that open up into a storage area. When the bed is up, a two panel door is revealed. One panel goes down providing a work surface and the other panel lifts up revealing ten 17” monitors mounted under the bed. The monitors are tied into the computer network which is connected to the internet via two Wi-Fi routers. The bedroom now becomes his office!!! This room also includes a small custom ultra leather covered seat with storage below, a 42” TV monitor, and a roof hatch that leads to a roof deck accessible by a telescopic ladder. Features top-of-the-line state-the-art Bose® (product placement) surround sound system, a state of the art workstation command center, and state-of-the-art cove lighting. One things for sure, you won’t see anything else like it out on the road. Well, almost anything. You know this is going to be something special even before walking into the dazzling 45 foot long luxury executive tour bus. . .
The polyurethane memory foam of one of the white ultra leather sofas molds to the shape of The Infamous Superstar's personal bodyguard/valet, Ms. Miyamoto, the simply ravishing femme fatale temptress, mischievously smiles to herself, shaking her head, reading a copy of the Wall St. Journal about how KFC’s stock is down ever since a “Honey Badger” dressed up like a “chicken” to be Col. Sanders latest Mascot. At least “The Dynamic Duo” sold their stock early and earning 10.5%. Her raven black hair pulled back in a French braid showing off her angelic face with her eyes hidden behind a pair of RayBan sunglasses to go along with her body built for sin encased in a stark white sequin Mandarin dress with a French-cut up the side showing off her neatly crossed legs with stark white Jimmy Choo stilettoes. Her sweet as honey, harmoniously hypnotizing, smooth as silk, smoky voice radiating through her alluring lips:
MS. MIYAMOTO: Think of the last time the odds were against you and your future looked grim, or is that grime? Who can really tell these days? The crazy thing about adversity in the sports entertainment business is that at some point in your life you have the resiliency to quickly overcome being considered the “underdog” in this Hardcore Championship Match and that you have no “unrealistic” chance in hell in being the Hardcore Champion. Whatever the case may be, the only thing that is important is how you thrive on adversity and use it to your advantage by fueling your success. Then, there are those like Scathe-san, Andre Holmes-san, Dustin Beaver-san, the soon to retire Vengeance-san, Zombie McMorris-san, Bonnie Blue and Katherine Phoenix who can't carry the weight of fathoming the fact that when you’re facing adversity and being underestimated you have the ability to improvise, overcome, and adapt to any situation is the only best way that you can, by become the “New” Hardcore Champion. . .
The polyurethane memory foam of the other white ultra leather sofa molds to “The Handsome Half-breed" Shadowlove laying with his hands interlocked behind his head and legs crossed at the ankles. His classic masculine and modern mussed, razor-textured, choppy finished dark brown hair, showing off a fighters 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. His low dusky voice ringing out fully, with charm and charisma that one can muster, mister as he watches “Rocky” on a 32” LCD Sony Television monitor:
SHADOWLOVE: Powerful shit, right? I mean, going from being the #1 contender to the Television Championship, to being the “underdog” in the Hardcore Championship, and still being the #1 contender for the International Championship, is no easy feat for a “No talent” jobber like myself. But, I must say that, being “The Handsome Half-breed”, Me, is changing the WCF landscape, no question about that. I’m creative, I’m young, unscrupulous, highly motivated, highly skilled. In essence what I’m saying is that the WCF cannot afford to lose me. My good looks are an asset to this organization. Who else has the talent to bring the claws out of those who are extremely “Hardcore” jealous of the talent that I have for making things seem easier than they look? Well, there’s the current Greek tragedy, Katherine Phoenix, but I digress. Not only that, being “The Handsome Half-breed”, Me, is helping revolutionize and change the way that people think about his or her career in this organization. And as successful as I have been with my arrogance, lust, and greed, I sure the hell didn't get here by breezing through life by blowing smoke up your ass and doing nothing. Not only that, being “The Handsome Half-breed”, Me, inspires people to become the very best that they can be, by showing that it is possible to be successful no matter what happens to you with or without having a Championship around your waist. . .
She lowers her RayBan sunglasses, showing off her incandescent green eyes, nodding in approval at such a Magnificent Specimen, Shadowlove, while rolling up the copy of the Wall St. Journal and tapping it in the palm of her hand.
MS. MIYAMOTO: Shadowlove-san’s efficiency involves influencing and manipulating others so that they lose their cool when blowing their stack by motivating them right into shitting in their tighty whities. Quite the contribution and achievement made so far by Scathe-san, Andre Holmes-san, Dustin Beaver-san, the soon to retire Vengeance-san, Zombie McMorris-san, Bonnie Blue and Katherine Phoenix. You all deserve a standing ovation. I mean the fact remains that Shadowlove-san doesn't really give a shit about his debut. Why is everyone enamored with such a meaningless match? Can we help it if, you hate your job so much that you feel you need to worry about his? When it comes to Dagvald Riddik-san, you should pay a little more attention, Shadowlove-san and Dagvald Riddik-san have signed to meet in a Hell-In-The-Cell-Match. It is up to Seth Lerch-san as to when and where this match will take place. Forward your complaints to him. Twitter me this, Twitter me that, when you bring up something new, we will pay attention to you. Scarcely, no wonder, any advancements to the Hardcore Championship that you think you have would be seen as a set-back. Being the Hardcore Champion is widely recognized for changing the tides of war, if you will, by reshaping the history of the World Championship Federation and not by reliving the past, over and over and over again like you are Sarah and John Connor running and hiding from The Terminator or when you are in the passenger seat like Andre Holmes-san when he’s riding “Bitch” in Bonnie Blue’s 1971 Ford Ranchero. . .
Shadowlove rolls over onto his side propping his head up with the palm of his hand as he eats some popcorn while enjoying the view of Ms. Miyamoto crossing her legs like Sharon Stone in Basic Instinct.
SHADOWLOVE: This isn’t Groundhog Day either, stop acting like Punxsutawney Phil afraid of your own “Shadow”. What? You’re not gonna show the “Love” here either? Tisk, tisk. Scathe, Andre Holmes, Dustin Beaver, the retiring Vengeance, Zombie McMorris, Bonnie Blue, Katherine Phoenix this type of focus fuels widespread fascination with the lives of everyone in this Dysfunctional Modern Family of ours known as the WCF. How exactly will you reshape the developmental characteristic traits of the Hardcore Championship? To answer such a question, this Modern Day Dysfunctional Family's take on the Hardcore Championship Match has grown in scope in which all manner of people have found their voice when expressing their opinions. The nature of these contributions can be varied and far-reaching, with a great many that are both very insightful and highly readable and hilariously entertaining. A common theme in these various treatments, however, is that, almost without exception, they endorse an individualistic understanding of the Hardcore Championship that views this as a process that is grounded in the very bland definition that defines these “talented” individuals. In my own way, I have risen above these “distinctively talented” opinions that sets “The Handsome Half-breed”, Me, apart from those other “talented” individuals by making the Hardcore Championship far more superior, and far more special. . .
"PERSONAL JESUS" by Depeche Mode starts to play on the Bose® (product placement) SoundTouch® (product placement) indoor surround sound system.
"The Handsome Half-breed" Shadowlove rises up to his feet, 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.
Ms. Miyamoto takes her proper place and cradles against Shadowlove's body and caresses his muscular chest with her fingers.
MS. MIYAMOTO: Shadowlove-san does not seek to diminish the contribution that Scathe-san, Andre Holmes-san, Dustin Beaver-san, the retiring Vengeance-san, Zombie McMorris-san, Bonnie Blue, and Katherine Phoenix have made in the shaping the World Championship Federation nor does he seek to downplay the importance that these “charity” cases have played in making the World Championship Federation into such a “charitable” organization. What Shadowlove-san does do, however, is question and provide an alternative viewpoint to their mundane individualistic consensus. Indeed, rather than seeing the Hardcore Championship as something that derives from their status quo unique regurgitation, Shadowlove-san brings the very opposite to the ring: that the Hardcore Championship is grounded in the capacity that embodies and promotes the Hardcore Champion. . .
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 with a “I’m Too Sexy For My Shirt, Too Sexy For My Shirt, So Sexy It Hurts” shit-eating grin.
SHADOWLOVE: Being the Hardcore Champion doesn’t revolve around these very “talented” individuals like Scathe, Andre Holmes, Dustin Beaver, the retiring Vengeance, Zombie McMorris, Bonnie Blue, and Katherine Phoenix acting and thinking in isolationism, Shadowlove-san will join together the Hardcore Championship and the Hardcore Champion in a shared endeavor in order to understand what being “Hardcore” really means. These very “talented” individuals gaze needs to extend beyond their nose; in particular, these very “talented” individuals have to consider the fact that being “Hardcore” isn't just about wallowing around in their own “bloody” self-righteous pettiness of barbed wire, trash cans, steel chairs, pincushions or what have you, in order to be truly “Hardcore”. What these very “talented” individuals need to do is forge not only a physical connection but a psychological connection as well to the Hardcore Championship in order to become the true “Hardcore” Legend that drives the history of the Hardcore Championship forward. . .
Ms. Miyamoto hands Shadowlove the rolled up copy of the Wall St. Journal. Shadowlove starts twirling the copy of the Wall St. Journal inbetween his fingers, and like the smooth operator that he is, slides it into the inside pocket of his black leather trench-coat.
MS. MIYAMOTO: The World Championship Federation needs this broader gaze because the viewpoints coming from Scathe-san, Andre Holmes-san, Dustin Beaver-san, the retiring Vengeance-san, Zombie McMorris-san, Bonnie Blue, and Katherine Phoenix is proof enough why the Hardcore Championship is not undergoing the emergence of a big new idea when developmenting of a vision for sweeping changes within this organization. Shadowlove-san has the capacity to convince the World Championship Federation to contribute to the process that helps to bring about change to the reality of ideas and vision of what it really means to be “Hardcore”. We readily recognize, however, that persuading Scathe-san, Andre Holmes-san, Dustin Beaver-san, the retiring Vengeance-san, Zombie McMorris-san, Bonnie Blue, and Katherine Phoenix of the merits of this new appreciation of the Hardcore Championship is no easy task considering that they all are ingrained in the shackles of their own “intellectual” unpopular unconscious, subconscious, consciousness of being in a slice and dice nonsensical culinary competition for the Hardcore Championship on Slam, Live, from the Arena Et Maurïce Richàrd in Montreal, Canada.
“HER STRUT" by Bob Seger & The Silver Bullet Band starts to play on the Bose® (product placement) SoundTouch® (product placement) indoor 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, throwing it up into the air, catching it and putting it back on as if nothing has happened.
Suddenly, in KRAMER style move; twirling twice and performing a 7.3 on the Richter scale triple take as if coming through a door, Shadowlove notices blood dripping down from a paper cut on his finger. Possessing superior strength, and durability, Shadowlove, creating bursts of cyclonic proportions, tornado spins, like The Tasmanian Devil, in a “Looney Tunes” cartoon, faints at the sight of his own blood, and ends up spread eagle on the floor of the luxury executive tour bus.
Ms. Miyamoto, exuding fantastic supermodel energy, as she walks with a stiff, erect, and apparently arrogant and conceited "Strut" around Shadowlove’s prone body.
Ms. Miyamoto's incandescent green eyes scans back and forth from Shadowlove-san laying on the floor and towards the viewing audience, and once again, back and forth from Shadowlove-san laying on the floor and towards the viewing audience like The Terminator. Shadowlove squints his eyes hoping he “sold” the move to the viewing audience and Ms. Miyamoto. She seductively licks the blood off of Shadowlove's finger. A mischievous smile appears on her angelic face, “Type O-Negative for those of you keeping score at home”. She raises up her RayBan sunglasses with her middle finger as a “Top Secret, Secret, Secret Double Probation” gesture for Scathe-san, Andre Holmes-san, Dustin Beaver-san, the retiring Vengeance-san, Zombie McMorris-san, Bonnie Blue, and Katherine Phoenix. I wonder if they will get the hint?
THIS IS THE END, MY ONLY FRIEND. . . THE END!
