Bodyguard/Double: American Football

An apparently 'dashing' football-cheerleader bodyguard hired in the American Homeland may be veiling a kinesthesia dark-psyche secret worth a know-tell for doubt.

A sports environment bodyguard/terror/jitters tale (fiction). Happy Autumn-'25, 

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ELIZA: Oh, thanx sir for this cyber-conference in-secret (terror).

MR. AMLAN SATAN: I assure you my Slovak-Algerian Catholic-American training is.

ELIZA: You're to fondly confer upon my guard for this cheerleader-stalk by Hell.

MR. AMLAN SATAN: As requested/prompted by you, my lady, to find the terrorist!

ELIZA: This man or specter of anti-Christian anti-TV value marks my entire team.

MR. AMLAN SATAN: I believe you, cheerleader-girl; and your football-IQ is superb.

ELIZA: Find him, bodyguard...and make haste pre-Bowl time for future terrorism.

MR. AMLAN SATAN: You may rely on me, my lady (Facebook-like).

Poor Eliza, great fond cheerleader of American football arenas in the Autumn-'25 season, awaited with a great dread for her slasher-stalker and (anonymous!) blogger to stumble into her sports-stadium and fields at some given Sunday moment in Hell to use a concealed target-weapon to mark her as corpse-comedy post-posts of his 'claim' that anti-football language was a homegrown terrorism worth its weight in Selfie laughter (wow). However, after poor Eliza marked a great online-advertising sports bodyguard (Mr. Amlan Satan) as her personal/private savior of the heavens, the wily and criminally-insane bodyguard began to hatch his own premade plot...for friends, it was Satan (himself!) who was the stalking/blogging/terrorizing demon who made mark of Eliza (damn). This was not Facebook-like.

ELIZA: That's a beautiful protectors-gun, friend.

AMLAN: Thanx, cheerleader-girl.

ELIZA: Wow, I bet this slasher-specter shall be eerie-feeling post-meet with ya.

AMLAN: Thanx, cheerleader-girl.

ELIZA: My girlfriend-cheerleader told me she read one of your blogs; thrills/chills.

AMLAN: Thanx, cheerleader-girl.

ELIZA: Not my entire word; she claimed she worried you're the slasher; I refuted.

AMLAN: Thanx, cheerleader-girl.

Amlan was a dashing bodyguard and (surely?) protected his lady cheerleader-client (Eliza) that Autumn-'25 season and post-heroics of apparent shield, he wooed her and read poetry (ABCD) and romanced her and then invited her to his modest American Homeland abode where he proposed he'd make her some 'wonderful' exotic lamb-curry; and she accepted the offer, since her football team had a bye-week of games that '25-season/year (ok). However, Mr. Amlan Satan, secret psycho/slasher, posted something (anonymously) after she accepted the invite; and Eliza's girlfriend-cheerleader read it and rushed to warn her girlfriend. Would the warning come too late (by text-time)? We won't tell you the ending of this horrific and bizarre dark 'faerie-tale' for now; but we can tell you that modern Earthling sports 'environments' do facilitate very-special lights of knit(s)...even for a/any football cheerleader of a 'kiwi' orientation (wow).

"Doing well is the result of doing good. That's what capitalism is all about" (Ralph Waldo Emerson). 

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)