“Shawn,” he says, “you got a choice to make. “Hold on, hold on, referee,” Layfield says, putting his hand on the referee’s shoulder.
Michaels bursts into the ring, fists pumping, stalking back and forth. The deafening sound system growls, “I know I’m sexy. The crowd cheers, leaping up as Shawn Michaels, in jeans and an army-green shirt, whirls onstage, his long, blond hair flying. A pulsing rock beat suddenly shakes the arena as action shots of the Heartbreak Kid flash across the Titantron, the massive screen suspended over the ring. “I challenge Shawn Michaels to a street fight tonight! So Shawn, I know you’re back there. “So earlier today I made Shawn Michaels an offer that was a lot easier to understand,” Layfield continues. He is a self-professed born-again Christian with a working-man persona. Michaels, another WWE wrestler, is a crowd favorite. “Last week I made Shawn Michaels an offer, and I have yet to hear back from the Heartbreak Kid,” drawls Layfield. Many chant, “You suck! You suck! You suck!” The crowd yells and boos at JBL, who has had a long career as a professional wrestler. The arena is filled with hooting and jeering fans, including families with children. Layfield plays wrestling tycoon JBL on the World Wrestling Entertainment tour. JOHN BRADSHAW LAYFIELD, tall, clean-cut, in a collared shirt and white Stetson hat, stands in the center of the ring holding a heavy black microphone. WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS, The Stare’s Nest By My Window We had fed the heart on fantasy, The heart’s grown brutal from the fare. This in turn facilitates the use of the electronic image as propaganda by whoever can control some part of it. In the absence of a clear understanding that we are now the only source, these images cannot help but return to the expression of magic and fear proper to idolatrous societies. The electronic image is man as God and the ritual involved leads us not to a mysterious Holy Trinity but back to ourselves. Now the death of God combined with the perfection of the image has brought us to a whole new state of expectation. People who shut their eyes to reality simply invite their own destruction, and anyone who insists on remaining in a state of innocence long after that innocence is dead turns himself into a monster.
For Eunice, soles occidere et redire possvnt: nobis cvm semel occidit brevis lvx, nox est perpetva vna dormienda.
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