Pizzazz: Death-Race (Dolls/Dr.)

A Story by Abishai100

A race-tale for a consumerism 'diadem' worth more than antique-guns...or damsels.

A consumerism fable inspired by Election (Matthew Broderick). Enjoy,

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In this age of innocence forgotten, it's nice to know you can hop over to an American store and pick up a classic copy of a story-novel about those lost years, and that's what this modern vignette is all about, and I invite you to follow along here.

There's a pronounced death-race at an American store visited mostly by Catholics seeking to make the shopping contest for a rock-musician figurine (female) named Pizzazz.

Now, this 'Pizzazz' action-romance rock-music figurine (female) casts a modernized 'innocence' recapture lost in the manner of civilization, as mentioned earlier, and was therefore 'coveted' by many a holiday-season shopper, and this was way more lifestyle-glittery than what Americans had seen with Turbo-Man, folks. This was music-themed storytelling.

The choreographer of this death-race at the American super market is Amlan Satan ('Storm-Shadow') who collects antique/rare valuable weapons and hand-pieces on eBay (cyber) and wants to make this contest for the 'hands' of Pizzazz a rather demonstrative trophy, since he himself is something of a 'game(s)-master' in the West. He loves Mortal Kombat (Kitana) and GI Joe comics and is something of a blogging ninja.

Storm-Shadow showcased a series of very nice antique guns on cyber-forums and wonders if this can entice or spice up shopping contestants for the Pizzazz-doll, and he wants to suggest that this online marketing reflects the same 'spice' for the race to grab the only Pizzazz doll in North America. In fact, these guns are 'quite' excellent (worth millions or at least thousands or hundreds, folks).

Some aficionados of antique guns/weapons will agree that Storm-Shadow is the ultra-magnus cyber-merchant of the market of developed guns (antique) sales in cyber-forums. It's a terrific modern market, and he's using is to doorway into the Pizzazz contest --- dolls and guns.

His most cherished possession is an antique gold-gun, and he considers himself a 'golden ninja' for owning it! Storm-Shadow wonders if he'll ever sell such a 'thing' or to anyone willing to offer him $20M for this rare prize in modern capitalism, folks!

The race involves running through the aisles and finding the Pizzazz-trophy (rock-music doll-figurine) and all the while determining where the shop-managers have managed to hide the darn 'thing' of American beauty!

STORM-SHADOW: No one knows I want/need this American beauty more than any soul on this dark planet; I'm gonna win!

It really is a nice gem of a consumerism daydream! In fact, Pizzazz is way cooler than Barbie for those 'closet-fans' of the glitter/dazzle of the modern capitalism landscape seeking an 'alternative' to pool-house currents (Pizzazz rocks).

One contestant is a female policewoman in the nearby area who's taking time-off and plans to sell the Pizzazz piece to finance her vacation prior to her long-deserved retirement after she managed to incarcerate the infamous Night-Slasher!

STORM-SHADOW: The American consumerism 'landscape' really reflects a control over terrorism and danger for beauty's sake.

Another contestant is a hideously evil/insidious 'witch' named Helena who wants the Pizzazz doll for her underworld 'cult' which will cast photos of the female-rock figurine in cyber-forums about the 'nasty taste' of capitalism itself.

Yet another contestant (Storm-Shadow knows!) is a foreign-born soccer-fan who's traveled all the way to the United States area so she might win the darn trophy of American beauty!

REPORTER: How'd you win the coveted prize, Storm-Shadow?

STORM-SHADOW: Well, firstly man, I motivated myself by costuming myself as a 'Cossack-ninja' named Cyrax!

REPORTER: Race-motivations help, indeed, but how'd you determine the hidden location of Pizzazz before others?

STORM-SHADOW: I asked myself, "If I were 'like' Pizzazz, where'd I want to be stored or hidden?
REPORTER: And that's how you'd determine that the trophy-piece was hidden-away inside a shoe-box in the store?

STORM-SHADOW: Exactly; I'm the ninja-winner; I even dressed up in the same costume for Esquire.

REPORTER: Cool.

Storm-Shadow's celebrating in Zurich with his diamond-victory and insists that the reason he 'won' the Pizzazz figurine was because he's the greatest 'Catholic-devotee' in Western civilization to capitalism's doll-face than any comparable market-contestant yearning for a 'snowflake' of the civilization waves of leviathan-dollars. We'd have to agree.