Post by Shadowlove on Sept 22, 2017 19:45:02 GMT -5
North East Okayama Prefecture On The Border Of Hyogo Prefecture, Japan...
The following takes place sometime after the events of last Sunday’s WCF Slam 400 and last Monday’s UCI Overload, sometime before the events of UCI Rite of Passage and WCF WAR XVI, and occur in real time sometime during the week of UCI Rite of Passage and before WAR XVI...
The Five Tiered Hariuddoburondo Private Restaurant Nightclub Shinto Shrine and Casino Pagoda standing in the middle of the quaint little village of Miyamoto in Mimasaka was an amazing sight to see. Each one of the Five Tiers of The Hariuddoburondo Private Restaurant Nightclub Shinto Shrine and Casino Pagoda represents The Godai, the five elements of Chi (Earth), Sui (Water), Ka (Fire), Fu (wind), and Ku (Void, Sky, or in some cases, Heaven). The bottom story of Chi (Earth) housed a fine dining Restaurant featuring the best in Far Eastern and Western cuisine. The second story of Sui (Water) housed one of the hottest Nightclubs in all of Far East Asia. The third story of Ka (Fire) housed one of the lucrative Private Casinos for high-end clientele. The fourth story of Fu (wind) housed one of the most awe-inspiring Shinto Shrine Museums in honor of an Honest-to-God, not The God, but A God original gangstas known to man. And the top story of Ku (Void, Sky, or in some cases, Heaven) housed one of, if not, the most powerful and dangerous couples in professional wrestling today.
The boardroom was empty and furnished in the Japanese business style, dark cherry wood flooring that darkens with age, cherry blossom colored wood-paneled walls etched with Japanese calligraphy, a very long custom-made oak finished executive boardroom table almost as long as the boardroom itself with a Daum Amaryllis Diamond & Emerald Vase placed in the middle surrounded by a series of executive boardroom chairs.
Your favorite modern day charismatic and charming, egotistical, narcissistic, politically incorrect, felicitating, self-righteous, second-generation megalomaniac and apex predator, "The Handsome Half-breed" Shadowlove, was seated on one of the executive boardroom chairs at one end of the boardroom table.
His hands were interlocked in his classic masculine and modern mussed, razor-textured, choppy finished dark brown hair behind his head showing off his fighter's face while looking up into the nighttime sky at the stars shining bright with an ice cold stare radiating from his sparkling blue eyes.
His heart rate was a very relaxed 40 beats a minute as the oxygen in his blood helped the preternatural powers of his mind’s eye remain focused and alert to the surroundings around him. He seems to be enjoying the quiet, silent lucidity escapism from the rigmaroles of everyday life in the United Championship Infinite. He had a Blu electronic cigarette (product placement) in his mouth puffing and blowing out a series of vapor rings up into the air.
He was stripped to the waist showing off the upper body of a Greek God, with washboard abs, in a newly fresh and crisp custom-made Calvin Klein stark liquid white leather trench-coat with fringe along with his custom-made Calvin Klein crocodile skinned pants and custom-made Calvin Klein alligator skinned boots. His Alligator skinned boots were perched up on the the very long custom-made oak finished executive boardroom table in front of him and crossed at the ankles.
Quietly, to himself, he appears to be lip syncing a song, “WITHOUT ME” by Eminem, that he was listening to on his (product placement) custom-made special edition Beats Studio gloss white wireless headphones:
As if on cue. . .
An executive boardroom chair spins around at the other end of the executive boardroom table and the familiar sweet as honey, harmoniously hypnotizing, smooth as silk, smoky voice radiating through her very luscious and alluring lips:
“When Seth Lerch-san sent you an Invitation to attend WAR XVI, you knew that you wouldn’t be sitting on the sidelines even though you would be one of the biggest “MARKED” wrestlers ever since your untimely exodus and booked from this organization with the rest of the top talent over a year ago, and now making your reappearance back in the WCF representing in some sense what some people would still consider to be that pariah guerrilla organization like the UCI, right? After all, you did get your start in the sports entertainment business here in the WCF and that Seth Lerch-san was foolish enough, or liquored up just enough, to believe that your loyalties rested in his lecherous hands. He did make a very miscalculated move when he underestimated your resolve and misunderstood the star power of your condescending confidence and antagonistic arrogance and ruthlessly manipulative and unscrupulous influential psychological mindset toughness outside of the squared-circle and physiological skillset toughness inside of the squared-circle that you will bring to WAR XVI with your rebellious guerrilla warfare. And when Seth Lerch-san simply just let you passively walk away from this organization, who would've thought that hell, pardon my French, would’ve frozen over and you would be making your reappearance back in the WCF as the current UCI World Television Champion and one of the original central foundational cornerstones in the birth, growth, development, and preservation of the United Championship Infinite. We will always have the utmost respect for this second-rate organization with third-rate talent that currently resides in this organization after the top talent magically reappeared to save the day. . .”
His personal bodyguard/valet and “Fashionista Sensei”, Ms. Miyamoto was staring back at him with her raven black hair was pulled back in a French braid showing off her angelic looking face with her intoxicatingly, incandescent almond shaped green eyes hidden behind a pair of RayBan sunglasses strategically placed on her perfectly flawless nose and starts to laugh.
Her attractively well-proportioned, slim, trim, toned body built for sin encased in a form-fitting shimmering silver and Vantablack Mandarin sequin dress with a French-cut up the side to her thigh designed by Stella McCartney and Vantablack Jimmy Choo stilettos. She was caressing the fur of a tiger-striped Maine coon cat with a not so friendly disposition sleeping on his lap. The orange tiger-striped Maine coon cat begins to “Soft kitty, warm kitty, little ball of fur! Happy kitty, sleepy kitty, purr, purr, purr!"
He flicks the Blu electronic cigarette into the camera and his low dusky voice rings out fully, with all the charm and charisma that one can muster, mister and gets down to the business of WAR XVI as he starts painting his masterpiece:
“For those highly uneducated individuals that have run amuck in The Dub as if they were some kind fortune tellers on some overnight psychic hotline, no matter how popular or unpopular that a trend might seem to become in the the sports entertainment business, that popular, unpopular trend will always have a funny way of making quite the comeback when the time is right. And good gawd almighty, as my favorite poet, Good Ol’ J.R., would used to say on RAW is WAR back in the day, WAR XVI seemed like a good time to stage a guest appearance considering all these very big names that most of you need name tags like you were at a high school reunion because nobody really fucking cares who you are in this organization. You would've thought that The Dub was back down in old México instead of Japan restarting another international incident in another foreign land when yours truly came walking through the revolving door of The Dub. I show my seductively handsome chiseled fighter's face in this organization while wearing the UCI World Television Championship around my waist and everyone starts circling the wagons and standing at The Dub’s gates with torches in hand. Say what you want about the UCI but all you mutherfuckers in this organization are nothing but fucking hypocrites since most of the brand names went to the UCI after THE GREAT PURGE OF 2016 when the top talent left this organization because most of you became drama queens over a Joey Flash World Heavyweight Championship loss. . .”
He reaches into the inside pocket of his newly fresh and crisp custom-made Calvin Klein stark liquid white leather trench-coat with fringe and pulls out an envelope. He opens the envelope in true fake Hollywood fashion and reads the names of the whiners, um, winners. He thinks to himself, “My Gosh, who's ass did all these dignitaries of The Dub have to kiss to get into The U?”
“Names like Kyle Kemp, Taylor Wright, Andre Holmes, David Sanchez, Jonathan Rabid and his relatives, Crow McMorris, Odin Balfore, Zombie McMorris, Teo del Sol, Jayson Price, Jay Omega, Gemini Battle, Dune, Adam Young, Creeping Death, Steve Orbit, Jeff Purse, Torture, Joey Flash, Gravedigger, FVP, Jared Holmes, Howard Black, Bobby Cairo, Wade Moor, Polar Phantasm, Alex Richards, Bonnie Blue, Corey Black, Kevin Bishop, and not to mention an eXtreme and The Pride ghosting the place. All these very select individuals are Hall of Famers and Legends In Their Own Minds have one way or the other traveled to the UCI and traveled back to the security blanket that is this second-rate organization has to offer and dominated the remnants of the third-rate talent that were left in this organization after The Purge. Some fucking history that you started here after The Dub became born again for who knows how many times. So fuck you. Fuck the high horses that you think you ride on. And fuck the mangy hypocrites that came crawling back into this organization. You son-of-a-bitches are no better than anyone else in the sports entertainment business, your shit stinks just like the rest of any bodies. You pussies couldn't handle the open and honest competition that the UCI had and still has to offer to anyone with any ounce of real talent and had to come back running back to this organization with your heads between your legs and kissing their own asses. . .”
He lights a match and starts burning the corner of the card with the whiney names and watches the card ashes dissipate into thin air like magic.
“Now, that we have all the pleasantries out of the way, looking at the list of all the choke and puke artists, I mean very, very talented individuals participating in WAR XVI, it is easy to see why Seth Lerch gave me an invite. Hell, going off just name recognition alone. It is very easy to see why, The Handsome Halfbreed, Shadowlove, me, is a Top 15 favorite. Sit your ass back down Luke Force, you look foolish accepting the award for the biggest dumbassed mutherfucker of WAR XVI. Simply irresistible my ass, with that novelty Alpha Championship around your waist, you were still fucked in this organization from the very first time that your momma squirted you out and you slid across the WCF arena floor for the very first time and hit your head on the ringside steps and tried so desperately to shove you back inside with brute force, hence your name. And who the fuck exactly are Greg St. Matthews, Hank Herron, Leon Hayze, Bomber, Agimat, Bryan Devlin, Luke Force, Tanner Tall, Derrick Tuff, Johnny Alpha, Matthew Drake? Red Dragon? Shit, you mean you fucking idiots purged our roster again and recruited this Hannibal fucking Lecter wannabe demon child? Fuck, you might as well purge Sah’ta Thor too, they are a matching set, The Mop and Bucket Brigade. But I digress. Who the fuck are Trey Carter, Ainsley Ivanovic, William the Behemoth, Bishop, Gonzo, Jay West, Joe Smarts, Rise, Wolf, Caleb Ronan, Cliff of Doom, Ded Memry? I know of Bernard Core. Biff Mustache. Where is Buff? And Dag Riddik. Dag fucking Riddik, you gotta be fucking kidding me?. . .”
A porcelain skinned Geisha wearing a Shimada-styled nihongami wig and a formal black kimonos, with her obi tied in the taiko style, enters the boardroom carrying a polished wooden serving tray with a four count stack of a custom round stainless polymeric rubber coasters, sweet tea poured into an earthen cup, ice cold coconut water poured into a coconut with a little pink umbrella, and a rolled up copy of the Wall St. Journal.
“So what everyone in this organization is so damn excited about is that this WAR XVI only really comes down to a very select few like Kyle Kemp, Sidney J. Warwick, Ethan King, Andre Holmes, David Sanchez, Mikey eXtreme, Gravedigger, Jayson Price, Bonnie Blue, Kevin Bishop, Jay Omega, FPV, Oblivion, Petrov, Biohazard, Adam Young, Steve Orbit, Odin Balfore, those other mystery participants, and a seductively handsome young fellow by the name of Shadowlove, who is a complete underdog, longshot, wildcard in these festivities?. . .”
He slowly raises his head in super slow motion and double raises an eyebrows in mock amazement as his patented malevolent, tight wolfish, whiplash smile, slowly appearing on his lips showing off perfectly white even teeth on his chiseled fighter's face in a “That is why The Face Of The Franchise, The Whole ‘F'N’ Show, Mr. UCI, or whatever expletive that you want to put in front of my name whiplash smile just charms the hell out of everyone in this organization as the current UCI World Television Champion” shit-eating grin.
“There is one reason why the so-called, self-proclaimed favorites to win WAR XVI aren't very happy to see yours truly accept Seth Lerch's invitation. And you are looking right at him. You see, I bear no malice, malevolence, ill will, spite, or grudge towards anyone in this organization like the the so-called, self-proclaimed favorites would like you to think. As Sun Tzu said, Business is WAR. Business is business. Competition is competition. I’ve beaten Teo del Sol on two separate occasions. When Jonathan Rabid, Wade Moor, and Jared Holmes invaded the UCI, there was one man that all three were afraid to take on mano-e-mano and face to face. Me. As well as Adam Young and David Sanchez. Kyle Kemp has been in the squared-circle with yours truly, and he has never pinned me. Jay Omega has been in the squared-circle and he chose not to pin me in a fatal four way match. Gravedigger and FPV and Jayson Price were nothing but a glorified color announcer and backstage announcer, and a who really cares GM, respectfully. Mikey eXtreme hide under a blanket like he was a ghost watching the UCI. I had a little Julian Mercury in my diet that kind of reminded me of Ethan King. Andre Holmes, who was kinda the mighty whitey at the time, has two victories over me, one here and one there, but not one time did he win by pinfall or submission over me. Odin Balfore, even Zombie McMorris has one win over me but couldn't pin my shoulders to the squared-circle for a pinfall and had to roll up the other guy in a triple-threat match for the Inaugural UCI Hypermedia Championship. You will do the same because it runs in the family. Kevin Bishop has pinned me twice in two very meaningless matches and I mindfucked so much and pointed out his weaknesses when he lost the UCI World Heavyweight Champion to Bonnie Blue. He only regained the UCI World Heavyweight Champion after taking a hiatus and visiting Dr. Phil thanks to me. And Bonnie Blue defeated me twice, once by pinfall, and the other when she sent me crashing through a table almost ending my career but chose to pin the other guy in a triple-threat match. . .”
The Geisha formally, ceremonially, and traditionally bows towards the simply ravishing femme fatale temptress and offers the contents of the polished wooden service tray to her. She starts running her fingertip of her index finger gently over the rim of the earthen cup filled with sweet tea, spins the little pink umbrella in the coconut filled with ice cold coconut water.
“There has always been those old school wrestling critics out there that have doubted the transcending similarities between Professional Wrestling and Professional Modeling because I have made both professions look way too easy. I have always loved to perform for the viewing audience watching at home and watching in the arenas as a professional wrestler in the squared-circle. I have always loved to perform for the viewing audience watching at home and watching at a High Style Fashion Show as a professional fashion model on catwalks all around the world. I have always had that natural ability to put in the hard work necessary in order to be a professional wrestler inside and outside of the squared-circle. I have always had that natural ability to put in the hard work necessary in order to be a professional fashion model inside and outside of the modeling world. I have always oozed all the charm and charisma that one can muster in order to promote my brand name as a professional wrestler that I have been selling to the viewing audience watching at home and watching in the arenas. I have always oozed all the charm and charisma that one can muster as a professional fashion model in order to promote the product that I was selling to the viewing audience watching at home and watching me on all catwalks around the world. I have always had the natural ability to improvise, overcome, and adapt with my self-confidence, pre-eminence, and high-handedness as a professional wrestler in the squared-circle in order to survive in the rough and tough cutthroat world of professional wrestling. I have always had the natural ability to improvise, overcome, and adapt with my self-confidence, pre-eminence, and high-handedness as a professional fashion model on a catwalk in order to survive in the rough and tough cutthroat world of professional modeling. . .”
She bypasses the refreshments and walks her fingertips over the the rolled up copy of the Wall St. Journal. She removes the copy of the Wall St. Journal the polished wooden service tray starts tapping the rolled up copy of the Wall St. Journal into the palm of her hand. The Geisha formally, ceremonially, and traditionally bows towards the simply ravishing femme fatale temptress and makes her way towards him with the remaining contents of the polished wooden service tray.
“I’m most definitely not a role model, I never claimed to be. I’m just some dude that isn't afraid to speak my mind as the voice of silent, unsilent majority in this organization or any other organization by just telling it like it is, was, and will always be in the WCF. I don't come from a broken home, I never had to lead the sheltered lifestyle that most people have to lead behind the curtain or those closed locked doors that people say are unlocked for everyone in this organization. And as you can see, my time away from this second-rate organization has brought me back to very good mental and physical health, very good mental and physical condition, and very good mental and physical fighting shape. The heart of this second-rate organization or any other organization in the sports entertainment business is for a wrestler like myself who hasn't been around here for awhile and really doesn't really give a shit about this organization to ingratiate myself to the viewing audience watching at home and watching inside the arenas. Just stop and take a long good look into the mirror every once in awhile because that is the only opinion that has mattered to me when I was in this organization and the organization where I currently reside as the UCI World Television Champion. Everything anyone in this organization has said about me is most likely true, but does it really look like I really give a fuck? I haven't been in The Dub for over a year and it is just like I have never left, it the same old shit, by the same old boring clique, but on a different day. And it has been very easy to see why everyone in this organization so desperately compromises their core values to very self destructive extremes in order to fit in and be liked by this organization because The Dub’s attitude hardly never changes each and every week, so a wrestler like myself that doesn't give a shit about anyone's opinions in this organization must be able to stay in tuned with said fan base in order to change with the times in order not outright grovel and lie to gain approval for their thoughts and actions within this organization. . .”
The Geisha formally, ceremonially, and traditionally bows towards him and places the ice cold coconut water poured into a coconut with one of those a little pink umbrella down on a custom round stainless polymeric rubber coaster in front of him then quietly leaves the boardroom.
He pours some of his ice cold coconut water poured into a coconut with a little pink umbrella onto the dark cherry wood flooring in tribute symbolizing a shot which should have been enjoyed in respect to those who made the Exodus, those who were incarcerated, and those who had to flee back to the confines of that that antique and antiquated second-rate organization.
“And yet you all will say, ‘Why shouldn't the son suffer for the iniquity of the father?’ Since the son has done what is just and right and has been careful to observe all my statutes, so that he shall surely live. The soul who sins is the one who shall die. The son shall not suffer for the iniquity of the father, nor the father suffer for the iniquity of the son. The righteousness of the righteous shall be credited to them, and the wickedness of the wicked will be charged against them. . ."
Feeling a little parched, he takes a sip from his ice cold coconut water poured into a coconut with a little pink umbrella with his “pinky” sticking out to refresh himself and saluds Ezekiel 18:19-20 as he notices that his sweet and lovely Miyamoto was still sitting with her back straight in her signature “First Lady” slant with her ankles and legs together at an angle showing her modesty on executive boardroom chair at the other end of the very long custom-made oak finished executive boardroom table showing no emotion, whatsoever, except for tapping the rolled up copy of the Wall St. Journal still into the palm of her hand.
“My very, very lovely and sweet Miyamoto and myself have become quite the acquired taste the most jealous, defensive, and insecure people find completely appalling in this organization. I have risen to the prominence of fame and fortune in the UCI under the most harshest of conditions by discovering the true nexus of the WCF and the sports entertainment business. I have proven that success and celebrity in this organization isn't necessarily defined by how many Championships you have around your waist, or for that matter, how many wins or how many losses you have in your career, but rather how you are representing the WCF Hierarchy, every wrestler in the back, and the WCF Galaxy. And these certain jealous, defensive, and insecure individuals have found out firsthand that they have been taken advantage of and put in a very big disadvantage at the very expense of my very own handsomeness and this very, very lovely and sweet Miyamoto very own seductiveness. Simply because, I am just more morally and amorally advanced in their ruthlessly manipulative and unscrupulous influential psychological mindset toughness outside of the squared-circle and physiological skillset toughness inside of the squared-circle. . .”
She rises up from the executive boardroom chair and runs her fingertips gently along the top edge of the very long custom-made oak finished executive boardroom table with Bushidō catlike precision and makes her way very seductively towards him.
“And considering the family dynamic within this organization, it has been very easy to see why The Dub has been in dire straits when searching for a true role-model and a perfect specimen that the WCF Hierarchy, every wrestler in the back, and the WCF Galaxy find totally unredeeming to the viewing audience at home. My very sweet and lovely Miyamoto and myself have never claimed to be any kind of First Couple of Professional Wrestling when looked upon by other people as an example to be imitated when leading this organization into Professional Wrestling’s Promised Land. I have never, ever been like the superficial people that currently makes a living in the WCF and the sports entertainment business. These superficial people behave in a certain way that shows just exactly how superficially shallow that these inconsequential people really are in this organization. That is the only reason why the Seth Lerch has gravitated towards my very sweet and lovely Miyamoto and myself. Simply because we are not a byproduct of a broken family as it seems to be for everyone else in this organization in order to fit in with the status quo of this establishment. . .”
She starts twirling his classically masculine and modern mussed, razor-textured, choppy finished dark brown hair through her fingers with carnal fascination and malignant pleasure. She licks her index finger and wipes away what appears to be a greyish charcoal colored soot smear from a volcano off his cheek. Then she raises his chin up with her fingers and very softly, very gently, and very passionately kisses his lips with her her very luscious and alluring lips.
“As you can see, my very sweet and lovely Miyamoto and myself has never had to live that life that most dysfunctional family members have to live, we has been very lucky to do most things that most dysfunctional family members only dreamed about doing, seeing the things that were worth seeing, experiencing the things that were worth experiencing, and living life that was worth living while traveling throughout the world. And as my very sweet and lovely Miyamoto, she has a particular intensive well-trained set of skills in international business etiquette and diplomatic protocol along with an excellent mixture of hand-to-hand combative martial arts that transforms her into very mysterious and seductive femme fatale temptress whose allure and charm will ensnare both men and women, often leading them into very compromising, very dangerous, and very deadly situations. Quite, The First Couple of Professional Wrestling, if you will. Together, my very sweet and lovely Miyamoto and my psychological mindset toughness outside of the squared-circle and the physiological skillset toughness inside of the squared-circle comes very naturally and is bar none second to none. Together, my very sweet and lovely Miyamoto and myself have always been at the very peak of physical and mental health. Together, we have always been at the very peak of physical and mental condition. And together, we have always been at the very peak of physical and mental fighting shape. All of which, this unique dynamic between my very sweet and lovely Miyamoto and myself transitions well with the cutthroat world of the WCF. . .”
She lowers her RayBan sunglasses down her perfectly flawless nose on her angelic looking face showing off her intoxicating and incandescent almond shaped green eyes of the Goddess of the Rising Sun and a 21st century female samurai warrior known for her bravery and strength.
“Am I unpredictable? Yes. Am I mentally unstable? Yes. Will I be extremely underestimated at WAR XVI? Most definitely, yes. People can label me whatever that they want and that makes me the most dangerous wrestler entered into WAR XVI. People will also say that I am not ready for this often extremely overhyped and overrated WAR XVI, now how hard is it to hype up a hostile crowd with only my mere presence back in the WCF? Not that hard as you can see. Now, just how hard can it really be to walk, or in my case strut, down the aisle and enter a squared-circle for WAR XVI? If you can walk and chew gum at the same time, then you are more than capable of being in WAR XVI. And how hard is it to be in the squared-circle where half the participants should be mopping up the blood, sweat, vomit, popcorn, and the beer of the very select few like Kyle Kemp, Sidney J. Warwick, Ethan King, Andre Holmes, David Sanchez, Mikey eXtreme, Gravedigger, Jayson Price, Bonnie Blue, Kevin Bishop, Jay Omega, FPV, Oblivion, Petrov, Biohazard, Adam Young, Steve Orbit, Odin Balfore, those other mystery participants, and a seductively handsome young fellow by the name of Shadowlove, who is a complete underdog, longshot, wildcard in these festivities, and where the winner of this War Match gets the opportunity to face either Steven Singh, Teo del Sol, or Jonathan Rabid for the WCF World Heavyweight Championship at ONE?. . .”
She takes her proper place sitting on his lap and cradling against his muscular body and moving very little, never turning her head, or revealing any kind of expression that gives the viewing audience at home a clue as to her innermost thoughts. With the exception of a very sharp and penetrating affection and devilishly delicious, malevolent and pleasurable, mischievously smile coming from her very luscious and alluring lips while caressing his muscular chest with her fingers.
She pauses. Then. . .
Her intoxicating and incandescent almond shaped green eyes scans back and forth like The Terminator then focuses on the camera and looks into the eyes of the WCF Hierarchy, every wrestler in the back, and the WCF Galaxy watching at home and showing no emotion on her angelic looking face then slices her own throat from her left carotid artery to her right carotid artery with her right index finger and makes an imaginary blood explosion style gesture with her left hand.
Then. . .
She raises her RayBan sunglasses up her perfectly flawless nose on her angelic looking face while hiding her intoxicatingly, incandescent almond shaped green eyes with her middle finger.
The following takes place sometime after the events of last Sunday’s WCF Slam 400 and last Monday’s UCI Overload, sometime before the events of UCI Rite of Passage and WCF WAR XVI, and occur in real time sometime during the week of UCI Rite of Passage and before WAR XVI...
The Five Tiered Hariuddoburondo Private Restaurant Nightclub Shinto Shrine and Casino Pagoda standing in the middle of the quaint little village of Miyamoto in Mimasaka was an amazing sight to see. Each one of the Five Tiers of The Hariuddoburondo Private Restaurant Nightclub Shinto Shrine and Casino Pagoda represents The Godai, the five elements of Chi (Earth), Sui (Water), Ka (Fire), Fu (wind), and Ku (Void, Sky, or in some cases, Heaven). The bottom story of Chi (Earth) housed a fine dining Restaurant featuring the best in Far Eastern and Western cuisine. The second story of Sui (Water) housed one of the hottest Nightclubs in all of Far East Asia. The third story of Ka (Fire) housed one of the lucrative Private Casinos for high-end clientele. The fourth story of Fu (wind) housed one of the most awe-inspiring Shinto Shrine Museums in honor of an Honest-to-God, not The God, but A God original gangstas known to man. And the top story of Ku (Void, Sky, or in some cases, Heaven) housed one of, if not, the most powerful and dangerous couples in professional wrestling today.
The boardroom was empty and furnished in the Japanese business style, dark cherry wood flooring that darkens with age, cherry blossom colored wood-paneled walls etched with Japanese calligraphy, a very long custom-made oak finished executive boardroom table almost as long as the boardroom itself with a Daum Amaryllis Diamond & Emerald Vase placed in the middle surrounded by a series of executive boardroom chairs.
Your favorite modern day charismatic and charming, egotistical, narcissistic, politically incorrect, felicitating, self-righteous, second-generation megalomaniac and apex predator, "The Handsome Half-breed" Shadowlove, was seated on one of the executive boardroom chairs at one end of the boardroom table.
His hands were interlocked in his classic masculine and modern mussed, razor-textured, choppy finished dark brown hair behind his head showing off his fighter's face while looking up into the nighttime sky at the stars shining bright with an ice cold stare radiating from his sparkling blue eyes.
His heart rate was a very relaxed 40 beats a minute as the oxygen in his blood helped the preternatural powers of his mind’s eye remain focused and alert to the surroundings around him. He seems to be enjoying the quiet, silent lucidity escapism from the rigmaroles of everyday life in the United Championship Infinite. He had a Blu electronic cigarette (product placement) in his mouth puffing and blowing out a series of vapor rings up into the air.
He was stripped to the waist showing off the upper body of a Greek God, with washboard abs, in a newly fresh and crisp custom-made Calvin Klein stark liquid white leather trench-coat with fringe along with his custom-made Calvin Klein crocodile skinned pants and custom-made Calvin Klein alligator skinned boots. His Alligator skinned boots were perched up on the the very long custom-made oak finished executive boardroom table in front of him and crossed at the ankles.
Quietly, to himself, he appears to be lip syncing a song, “WITHOUT ME” by Eminem, that he was listening to on his (product placement) custom-made special edition Beats Studio gloss white wireless headphones:
As if on cue. . .
An executive boardroom chair spins around at the other end of the executive boardroom table and the familiar sweet as honey, harmoniously hypnotizing, smooth as silk, smoky voice radiating through her very luscious and alluring lips:
“When Seth Lerch-san sent you an Invitation to attend WAR XVI, you knew that you wouldn’t be sitting on the sidelines even though you would be one of the biggest “MARKED” wrestlers ever since your untimely exodus and booked from this organization with the rest of the top talent over a year ago, and now making your reappearance back in the WCF representing in some sense what some people would still consider to be that pariah guerrilla organization like the UCI, right? After all, you did get your start in the sports entertainment business here in the WCF and that Seth Lerch-san was foolish enough, or liquored up just enough, to believe that your loyalties rested in his lecherous hands. He did make a very miscalculated move when he underestimated your resolve and misunderstood the star power of your condescending confidence and antagonistic arrogance and ruthlessly manipulative and unscrupulous influential psychological mindset toughness outside of the squared-circle and physiological skillset toughness inside of the squared-circle that you will bring to WAR XVI with your rebellious guerrilla warfare. And when Seth Lerch-san simply just let you passively walk away from this organization, who would've thought that hell, pardon my French, would’ve frozen over and you would be making your reappearance back in the WCF as the current UCI World Television Champion and one of the original central foundational cornerstones in the birth, growth, development, and preservation of the United Championship Infinite. We will always have the utmost respect for this second-rate organization with third-rate talent that currently resides in this organization after the top talent magically reappeared to save the day. . .”
His personal bodyguard/valet and “Fashionista Sensei”, Ms. Miyamoto was staring back at him with her raven black hair was pulled back in a French braid showing off her angelic looking face with her intoxicatingly, incandescent almond shaped green eyes hidden behind a pair of RayBan sunglasses strategically placed on her perfectly flawless nose and starts to laugh.
Her attractively well-proportioned, slim, trim, toned body built for sin encased in a form-fitting shimmering silver and Vantablack Mandarin sequin dress with a French-cut up the side to her thigh designed by Stella McCartney and Vantablack Jimmy Choo stilettos. She was caressing the fur of a tiger-striped Maine coon cat with a not so friendly disposition sleeping on his lap. The orange tiger-striped Maine coon cat begins to “Soft kitty, warm kitty, little ball of fur! Happy kitty, sleepy kitty, purr, purr, purr!"
He flicks the Blu electronic cigarette into the camera and his low dusky voice rings out fully, with all the charm and charisma that one can muster, mister and gets down to the business of WAR XVI as he starts painting his masterpiece:
“For those highly uneducated individuals that have run amuck in The Dub as if they were some kind fortune tellers on some overnight psychic hotline, no matter how popular or unpopular that a trend might seem to become in the the sports entertainment business, that popular, unpopular trend will always have a funny way of making quite the comeback when the time is right. And good gawd almighty, as my favorite poet, Good Ol’ J.R., would used to say on RAW is WAR back in the day, WAR XVI seemed like a good time to stage a guest appearance considering all these very big names that most of you need name tags like you were at a high school reunion because nobody really fucking cares who you are in this organization. You would've thought that The Dub was back down in old México instead of Japan restarting another international incident in another foreign land when yours truly came walking through the revolving door of The Dub. I show my seductively handsome chiseled fighter's face in this organization while wearing the UCI World Television Championship around my waist and everyone starts circling the wagons and standing at The Dub’s gates with torches in hand. Say what you want about the UCI but all you mutherfuckers in this organization are nothing but fucking hypocrites since most of the brand names went to the UCI after THE GREAT PURGE OF 2016 when the top talent left this organization because most of you became drama queens over a Joey Flash World Heavyweight Championship loss. . .”
He reaches into the inside pocket of his newly fresh and crisp custom-made Calvin Klein stark liquid white leather trench-coat with fringe and pulls out an envelope. He opens the envelope in true fake Hollywood fashion and reads the names of the whiners, um, winners. He thinks to himself, “My Gosh, who's ass did all these dignitaries of The Dub have to kiss to get into The U?”
“Names like Kyle Kemp, Taylor Wright, Andre Holmes, David Sanchez, Jonathan Rabid and his relatives, Crow McMorris, Odin Balfore, Zombie McMorris, Teo del Sol, Jayson Price, Jay Omega, Gemini Battle, Dune, Adam Young, Creeping Death, Steve Orbit, Jeff Purse, Torture, Joey Flash, Gravedigger, FVP, Jared Holmes, Howard Black, Bobby Cairo, Wade Moor, Polar Phantasm, Alex Richards, Bonnie Blue, Corey Black, Kevin Bishop, and not to mention an eXtreme and The Pride ghosting the place. All these very select individuals are Hall of Famers and Legends In Their Own Minds have one way or the other traveled to the UCI and traveled back to the security blanket that is this second-rate organization has to offer and dominated the remnants of the third-rate talent that were left in this organization after The Purge. Some fucking history that you started here after The Dub became born again for who knows how many times. So fuck you. Fuck the high horses that you think you ride on. And fuck the mangy hypocrites that came crawling back into this organization. You son-of-a-bitches are no better than anyone else in the sports entertainment business, your shit stinks just like the rest of any bodies. You pussies couldn't handle the open and honest competition that the UCI had and still has to offer to anyone with any ounce of real talent and had to come back running back to this organization with your heads between your legs and kissing their own asses. . .”
He lights a match and starts burning the corner of the card with the whiney names and watches the card ashes dissipate into thin air like magic.
“Now, that we have all the pleasantries out of the way, looking at the list of all the choke and puke artists, I mean very, very talented individuals participating in WAR XVI, it is easy to see why Seth Lerch gave me an invite. Hell, going off just name recognition alone. It is very easy to see why, The Handsome Halfbreed, Shadowlove, me, is a Top 15 favorite. Sit your ass back down Luke Force, you look foolish accepting the award for the biggest dumbassed mutherfucker of WAR XVI. Simply irresistible my ass, with that novelty Alpha Championship around your waist, you were still fucked in this organization from the very first time that your momma squirted you out and you slid across the WCF arena floor for the very first time and hit your head on the ringside steps and tried so desperately to shove you back inside with brute force, hence your name. And who the fuck exactly are Greg St. Matthews, Hank Herron, Leon Hayze, Bomber, Agimat, Bryan Devlin, Luke Force, Tanner Tall, Derrick Tuff, Johnny Alpha, Matthew Drake? Red Dragon? Shit, you mean you fucking idiots purged our roster again and recruited this Hannibal fucking Lecter wannabe demon child? Fuck, you might as well purge Sah’ta Thor too, they are a matching set, The Mop and Bucket Brigade. But I digress. Who the fuck are Trey Carter, Ainsley Ivanovic, William the Behemoth, Bishop, Gonzo, Jay West, Joe Smarts, Rise, Wolf, Caleb Ronan, Cliff of Doom, Ded Memry? I know of Bernard Core. Biff Mustache. Where is Buff? And Dag Riddik. Dag fucking Riddik, you gotta be fucking kidding me?. . .”
A porcelain skinned Geisha wearing a Shimada-styled nihongami wig and a formal black kimonos, with her obi tied in the taiko style, enters the boardroom carrying a polished wooden serving tray with a four count stack of a custom round stainless polymeric rubber coasters, sweet tea poured into an earthen cup, ice cold coconut water poured into a coconut with a little pink umbrella, and a rolled up copy of the Wall St. Journal.
“So what everyone in this organization is so damn excited about is that this WAR XVI only really comes down to a very select few like Kyle Kemp, Sidney J. Warwick, Ethan King, Andre Holmes, David Sanchez, Mikey eXtreme, Gravedigger, Jayson Price, Bonnie Blue, Kevin Bishop, Jay Omega, FPV, Oblivion, Petrov, Biohazard, Adam Young, Steve Orbit, Odin Balfore, those other mystery participants, and a seductively handsome young fellow by the name of Shadowlove, who is a complete underdog, longshot, wildcard in these festivities?. . .”
He slowly raises his head in super slow motion and double raises an eyebrows in mock amazement as his patented malevolent, tight wolfish, whiplash smile, slowly appearing on his lips showing off perfectly white even teeth on his chiseled fighter's face in a “That is why The Face Of The Franchise, The Whole ‘F'N’ Show, Mr. UCI, or whatever expletive that you want to put in front of my name whiplash smile just charms the hell out of everyone in this organization as the current UCI World Television Champion” shit-eating grin.
“There is one reason why the so-called, self-proclaimed favorites to win WAR XVI aren't very happy to see yours truly accept Seth Lerch's invitation. And you are looking right at him. You see, I bear no malice, malevolence, ill will, spite, or grudge towards anyone in this organization like the the so-called, self-proclaimed favorites would like you to think. As Sun Tzu said, Business is WAR. Business is business. Competition is competition. I’ve beaten Teo del Sol on two separate occasions. When Jonathan Rabid, Wade Moor, and Jared Holmes invaded the UCI, there was one man that all three were afraid to take on mano-e-mano and face to face. Me. As well as Adam Young and David Sanchez. Kyle Kemp has been in the squared-circle with yours truly, and he has never pinned me. Jay Omega has been in the squared-circle and he chose not to pin me in a fatal four way match. Gravedigger and FPV and Jayson Price were nothing but a glorified color announcer and backstage announcer, and a who really cares GM, respectfully. Mikey eXtreme hide under a blanket like he was a ghost watching the UCI. I had a little Julian Mercury in my diet that kind of reminded me of Ethan King. Andre Holmes, who was kinda the mighty whitey at the time, has two victories over me, one here and one there, but not one time did he win by pinfall or submission over me. Odin Balfore, even Zombie McMorris has one win over me but couldn't pin my shoulders to the squared-circle for a pinfall and had to roll up the other guy in a triple-threat match for the Inaugural UCI Hypermedia Championship. You will do the same because it runs in the family. Kevin Bishop has pinned me twice in two very meaningless matches and I mindfucked so much and pointed out his weaknesses when he lost the UCI World Heavyweight Champion to Bonnie Blue. He only regained the UCI World Heavyweight Champion after taking a hiatus and visiting Dr. Phil thanks to me. And Bonnie Blue defeated me twice, once by pinfall, and the other when she sent me crashing through a table almost ending my career but chose to pin the other guy in a triple-threat match. . .”
The Geisha formally, ceremonially, and traditionally bows towards the simply ravishing femme fatale temptress and offers the contents of the polished wooden service tray to her. She starts running her fingertip of her index finger gently over the rim of the earthen cup filled with sweet tea, spins the little pink umbrella in the coconut filled with ice cold coconut water.
“There has always been those old school wrestling critics out there that have doubted the transcending similarities between Professional Wrestling and Professional Modeling because I have made both professions look way too easy. I have always loved to perform for the viewing audience watching at home and watching in the arenas as a professional wrestler in the squared-circle. I have always loved to perform for the viewing audience watching at home and watching at a High Style Fashion Show as a professional fashion model on catwalks all around the world. I have always had that natural ability to put in the hard work necessary in order to be a professional wrestler inside and outside of the squared-circle. I have always had that natural ability to put in the hard work necessary in order to be a professional fashion model inside and outside of the modeling world. I have always oozed all the charm and charisma that one can muster in order to promote my brand name as a professional wrestler that I have been selling to the viewing audience watching at home and watching in the arenas. I have always oozed all the charm and charisma that one can muster as a professional fashion model in order to promote the product that I was selling to the viewing audience watching at home and watching me on all catwalks around the world. I have always had the natural ability to improvise, overcome, and adapt with my self-confidence, pre-eminence, and high-handedness as a professional wrestler in the squared-circle in order to survive in the rough and tough cutthroat world of professional wrestling. I have always had the natural ability to improvise, overcome, and adapt with my self-confidence, pre-eminence, and high-handedness as a professional fashion model on a catwalk in order to survive in the rough and tough cutthroat world of professional modeling. . .”
She bypasses the refreshments and walks her fingertips over the the rolled up copy of the Wall St. Journal. She removes the copy of the Wall St. Journal the polished wooden service tray starts tapping the rolled up copy of the Wall St. Journal into the palm of her hand. The Geisha formally, ceremonially, and traditionally bows towards the simply ravishing femme fatale temptress and makes her way towards him with the remaining contents of the polished wooden service tray.
“I’m most definitely not a role model, I never claimed to be. I’m just some dude that isn't afraid to speak my mind as the voice of silent, unsilent majority in this organization or any other organization by just telling it like it is, was, and will always be in the WCF. I don't come from a broken home, I never had to lead the sheltered lifestyle that most people have to lead behind the curtain or those closed locked doors that people say are unlocked for everyone in this organization. And as you can see, my time away from this second-rate organization has brought me back to very good mental and physical health, very good mental and physical condition, and very good mental and physical fighting shape. The heart of this second-rate organization or any other organization in the sports entertainment business is for a wrestler like myself who hasn't been around here for awhile and really doesn't really give a shit about this organization to ingratiate myself to the viewing audience watching at home and watching inside the arenas. Just stop and take a long good look into the mirror every once in awhile because that is the only opinion that has mattered to me when I was in this organization and the organization where I currently reside as the UCI World Television Champion. Everything anyone in this organization has said about me is most likely true, but does it really look like I really give a fuck? I haven't been in The Dub for over a year and it is just like I have never left, it the same old shit, by the same old boring clique, but on a different day. And it has been very easy to see why everyone in this organization so desperately compromises their core values to very self destructive extremes in order to fit in and be liked by this organization because The Dub’s attitude hardly never changes each and every week, so a wrestler like myself that doesn't give a shit about anyone's opinions in this organization must be able to stay in tuned with said fan base in order to change with the times in order not outright grovel and lie to gain approval for their thoughts and actions within this organization. . .”
The Geisha formally, ceremonially, and traditionally bows towards him and places the ice cold coconut water poured into a coconut with one of those a little pink umbrella down on a custom round stainless polymeric rubber coaster in front of him then quietly leaves the boardroom.
He pours some of his ice cold coconut water poured into a coconut with a little pink umbrella onto the dark cherry wood flooring in tribute symbolizing a shot which should have been enjoyed in respect to those who made the Exodus, those who were incarcerated, and those who had to flee back to the confines of that that antique and antiquated second-rate organization.
“And yet you all will say, ‘Why shouldn't the son suffer for the iniquity of the father?’ Since the son has done what is just and right and has been careful to observe all my statutes, so that he shall surely live. The soul who sins is the one who shall die. The son shall not suffer for the iniquity of the father, nor the father suffer for the iniquity of the son. The righteousness of the righteous shall be credited to them, and the wickedness of the wicked will be charged against them. . ."
Feeling a little parched, he takes a sip from his ice cold coconut water poured into a coconut with a little pink umbrella with his “pinky” sticking out to refresh himself and saluds Ezekiel 18:19-20 as he notices that his sweet and lovely Miyamoto was still sitting with her back straight in her signature “First Lady” slant with her ankles and legs together at an angle showing her modesty on executive boardroom chair at the other end of the very long custom-made oak finished executive boardroom table showing no emotion, whatsoever, except for tapping the rolled up copy of the Wall St. Journal still into the palm of her hand.
“My very, very lovely and sweet Miyamoto and myself have become quite the acquired taste the most jealous, defensive, and insecure people find completely appalling in this organization. I have risen to the prominence of fame and fortune in the UCI under the most harshest of conditions by discovering the true nexus of the WCF and the sports entertainment business. I have proven that success and celebrity in this organization isn't necessarily defined by how many Championships you have around your waist, or for that matter, how many wins or how many losses you have in your career, but rather how you are representing the WCF Hierarchy, every wrestler in the back, and the WCF Galaxy. And these certain jealous, defensive, and insecure individuals have found out firsthand that they have been taken advantage of and put in a very big disadvantage at the very expense of my very own handsomeness and this very, very lovely and sweet Miyamoto very own seductiveness. Simply because, I am just more morally and amorally advanced in their ruthlessly manipulative and unscrupulous influential psychological mindset toughness outside of the squared-circle and physiological skillset toughness inside of the squared-circle. . .”
She rises up from the executive boardroom chair and runs her fingertips gently along the top edge of the very long custom-made oak finished executive boardroom table with Bushidō catlike precision and makes her way very seductively towards him.
“And considering the family dynamic within this organization, it has been very easy to see why The Dub has been in dire straits when searching for a true role-model and a perfect specimen that the WCF Hierarchy, every wrestler in the back, and the WCF Galaxy find totally unredeeming to the viewing audience at home. My very sweet and lovely Miyamoto and myself have never claimed to be any kind of First Couple of Professional Wrestling when looked upon by other people as an example to be imitated when leading this organization into Professional Wrestling’s Promised Land. I have never, ever been like the superficial people that currently makes a living in the WCF and the sports entertainment business. These superficial people behave in a certain way that shows just exactly how superficially shallow that these inconsequential people really are in this organization. That is the only reason why the Seth Lerch has gravitated towards my very sweet and lovely Miyamoto and myself. Simply because we are not a byproduct of a broken family as it seems to be for everyone else in this organization in order to fit in with the status quo of this establishment. . .”
She starts twirling his classically masculine and modern mussed, razor-textured, choppy finished dark brown hair through her fingers with carnal fascination and malignant pleasure. She licks her index finger and wipes away what appears to be a greyish charcoal colored soot smear from a volcano off his cheek. Then she raises his chin up with her fingers and very softly, very gently, and very passionately kisses his lips with her her very luscious and alluring lips.
“As you can see, my very sweet and lovely Miyamoto and myself has never had to live that life that most dysfunctional family members have to live, we has been very lucky to do most things that most dysfunctional family members only dreamed about doing, seeing the things that were worth seeing, experiencing the things that were worth experiencing, and living life that was worth living while traveling throughout the world. And as my very sweet and lovely Miyamoto, she has a particular intensive well-trained set of skills in international business etiquette and diplomatic protocol along with an excellent mixture of hand-to-hand combative martial arts that transforms her into very mysterious and seductive femme fatale temptress whose allure and charm will ensnare both men and women, often leading them into very compromising, very dangerous, and very deadly situations. Quite, The First Couple of Professional Wrestling, if you will. Together, my very sweet and lovely Miyamoto and my psychological mindset toughness outside of the squared-circle and the physiological skillset toughness inside of the squared-circle comes very naturally and is bar none second to none. Together, my very sweet and lovely Miyamoto and myself have always been at the very peak of physical and mental health. Together, we have always been at the very peak of physical and mental condition. And together, we have always been at the very peak of physical and mental fighting shape. All of which, this unique dynamic between my very sweet and lovely Miyamoto and myself transitions well with the cutthroat world of the WCF. . .”
She lowers her RayBan sunglasses down her perfectly flawless nose on her angelic looking face showing off her intoxicating and incandescent almond shaped green eyes of the Goddess of the Rising Sun and a 21st century female samurai warrior known for her bravery and strength.
“Am I unpredictable? Yes. Am I mentally unstable? Yes. Will I be extremely underestimated at WAR XVI? Most definitely, yes. People can label me whatever that they want and that makes me the most dangerous wrestler entered into WAR XVI. People will also say that I am not ready for this often extremely overhyped and overrated WAR XVI, now how hard is it to hype up a hostile crowd with only my mere presence back in the WCF? Not that hard as you can see. Now, just how hard can it really be to walk, or in my case strut, down the aisle and enter a squared-circle for WAR XVI? If you can walk and chew gum at the same time, then you are more than capable of being in WAR XVI. And how hard is it to be in the squared-circle where half the participants should be mopping up the blood, sweat, vomit, popcorn, and the beer of the very select few like Kyle Kemp, Sidney J. Warwick, Ethan King, Andre Holmes, David Sanchez, Mikey eXtreme, Gravedigger, Jayson Price, Bonnie Blue, Kevin Bishop, Jay Omega, FPV, Oblivion, Petrov, Biohazard, Adam Young, Steve Orbit, Odin Balfore, those other mystery participants, and a seductively handsome young fellow by the name of Shadowlove, who is a complete underdog, longshot, wildcard in these festivities, and where the winner of this War Match gets the opportunity to face either Steven Singh, Teo del Sol, or Jonathan Rabid for the WCF World Heavyweight Championship at ONE?. . .”
She takes her proper place sitting on his lap and cradling against his muscular body and moving very little, never turning her head, or revealing any kind of expression that gives the viewing audience at home a clue as to her innermost thoughts. With the exception of a very sharp and penetrating affection and devilishly delicious, malevolent and pleasurable, mischievously smile coming from her very luscious and alluring lips while caressing his muscular chest with her fingers.
She pauses. Then. . .
Her intoxicating and incandescent almond shaped green eyes scans back and forth like The Terminator then focuses on the camera and looks into the eyes of the WCF Hierarchy, every wrestler in the back, and the WCF Galaxy watching at home and showing no emotion on her angelic looking face then slices her own throat from her left carotid artery to her right carotid artery with her right index finger and makes an imaginary blood explosion style gesture with her left hand.
Then. . .
She raises her RayBan sunglasses up her perfectly flawless nose on her angelic looking face while hiding her intoxicatingly, incandescent almond shaped green eyes with her middle finger.
