Post by TheMeccaOfManhood on May 14, 2022 8:08:39 GMT -5
*The shot opens to a baseball field. Does it really matter which field or team? Watching baseball is about as entertaining as watching paint dry. It's bad when Figure Skating has more action and looser fitting pants than your sport. As the shot focuses on the diamond some generic voiced, old honky cuts in with an announcement. *
Hello everyone, the final portion of the 30 for 30, Journey to Mecca of Manhood has been preempted for tonight's baseball game between the slightly racist name team and the team named after a color of socks. This amazing 30 for 30, which has broken all time viewership records will resume next week unless you have to air another contractually obligated baseball game.
*The shot of the field fades and those watching the OCW Channel, is that where this stuff "airs"? OCW 24/7? OCW Network? Netflix? Anyway, however you "watch" this stuff, you change the channel from ESPN to whatever or wherever one would watch OCW. What you see is The Mecca of Manhood himself sitting on his white leather sofa watching TV.
TM1 flips the massive flat screen off and throws the remote control down. The moves forward, resting his Popeye sized forearms on his certified Quadzilla thighs. *
PREEMPTED FOR BASEBALL! This is the 30 for 30 about the Bod God, not some 6:05 Jabroni show. What's next, preempted for the Westminster Dog Show? Someone should fire that program manager, no one wants to see flabby "pro athletes" with dad-bods gripping wood and tossing balls. Actually, it sounds like a fun Friday Night for TMZ.
You know what sounds like a good night to me? Smashing a chest workout, smashing a Tomahawk Ribeye, and smashing a dime piece.
What did you nerds think I was going to say? Winning a wrestling match? Ha, you stupid marks. Wrestling is my job, not my passion. It is another source of income for me, just like my chain of gyms, my line of supplements, my fitness channel, and my clothing line. To sound cliché and low brow, which is what you wrestling fans are used to, I'm in the business of kicking ass, and business is good.
Monday Night I'm back to work and this time it's against some French wannabe. Honestly, who wants to be French? The French flag should just be a white sheet. A white sheet I'd use to wipe my glutes with after marvelously massive porcelain protein fueled deposit, that bears a striking resemblance to Brim.
I should be moving up the card to what is considered top talent like the aforementioned Brim, any of the low hanging fruit from the Strader family tree, or a rematch against Sadis KO. WHO DIDN'T BEAT ME BY THE WAY!!!
I never tapped, I never said I give up, and never said I quit. That beta, bitch tit referee performed like he was Dylan Thomas during sexy time and finished his job prematurely. Poor Lisandra, I'd offer to show her what it's like to be with a real man, but the Abdominal Adonis never goes below a nine, and she's a firm seven and a half. She could be an eight of she hadn't sullied her with his spoiled spunk.
No, instead of facing someone with an undeserved higher ranking than The Marvelous One, I'm facing the French Tickler, Renee McCray. Renee will be the recipient of a beating the likes of which OCW has never seen. Haters will call it "ROID RAGE!", but the Marvelous One is called the Big Natty Daddy for a reason, and it isn't from that white trash beer. No, there will be a statement made on Monday Night, a statement where the Mecca of Manhood plants his flag firmly into the ground of OCW, and there will be no stopping until that flag is planted into the top of the OCW mountain.
Renee, that's a girl's name, and you have a girl's body. Actually, it's seen girls with better bodies that would smoke you in the ring or gym Stephi Cohen would you for lunch, so just imagine what the Messiah of Muscle is going to do to you.
Wrestling nerds, make sure you tune in on Monday, well, that is if Massacre isn't preempted for the SEC Softball tournament or something. Because you won't want to miss this MARVELOUS MASSACRE!!!
*TM1 pick the remote up and clicks the power button causing the screen to go black. *
~Climax.
Hello everyone, the final portion of the 30 for 30, Journey to Mecca of Manhood has been preempted for tonight's baseball game between the slightly racist name team and the team named after a color of socks. This amazing 30 for 30, which has broken all time viewership records will resume next week unless you have to air another contractually obligated baseball game.
*The shot of the field fades and those watching the OCW Channel, is that where this stuff "airs"? OCW 24/7? OCW Network? Netflix? Anyway, however you "watch" this stuff, you change the channel from ESPN to whatever or wherever one would watch OCW. What you see is The Mecca of Manhood himself sitting on his white leather sofa watching TV.
TM1 flips the massive flat screen off and throws the remote control down. The moves forward, resting his Popeye sized forearms on his certified Quadzilla thighs. *
PREEMPTED FOR BASEBALL! This is the 30 for 30 about the Bod God, not some 6:05 Jabroni show. What's next, preempted for the Westminster Dog Show? Someone should fire that program manager, no one wants to see flabby "pro athletes" with dad-bods gripping wood and tossing balls. Actually, it sounds like a fun Friday Night for TMZ.
You know what sounds like a good night to me? Smashing a chest workout, smashing a Tomahawk Ribeye, and smashing a dime piece.
What did you nerds think I was going to say? Winning a wrestling match? Ha, you stupid marks. Wrestling is my job, not my passion. It is another source of income for me, just like my chain of gyms, my line of supplements, my fitness channel, and my clothing line. To sound cliché and low brow, which is what you wrestling fans are used to, I'm in the business of kicking ass, and business is good.
Monday Night I'm back to work and this time it's against some French wannabe. Honestly, who wants to be French? The French flag should just be a white sheet. A white sheet I'd use to wipe my glutes with after marvelously massive porcelain protein fueled deposit, that bears a striking resemblance to Brim.
I should be moving up the card to what is considered top talent like the aforementioned Brim, any of the low hanging fruit from the Strader family tree, or a rematch against Sadis KO. WHO DIDN'T BEAT ME BY THE WAY!!!
I never tapped, I never said I give up, and never said I quit. That beta, bitch tit referee performed like he was Dylan Thomas during sexy time and finished his job prematurely. Poor Lisandra, I'd offer to show her what it's like to be with a real man, but the Abdominal Adonis never goes below a nine, and she's a firm seven and a half. She could be an eight of she hadn't sullied her with his spoiled spunk.
No, instead of facing someone with an undeserved higher ranking than The Marvelous One, I'm facing the French Tickler, Renee McCray. Renee will be the recipient of a beating the likes of which OCW has never seen. Haters will call it "ROID RAGE!", but the Marvelous One is called the Big Natty Daddy for a reason, and it isn't from that white trash beer. No, there will be a statement made on Monday Night, a statement where the Mecca of Manhood plants his flag firmly into the ground of OCW, and there will be no stopping until that flag is planted into the top of the OCW mountain.
Renee, that's a girl's name, and you have a girl's body. Actually, it's seen girls with better bodies that would smoke you in the ring or gym Stephi Cohen would you for lunch, so just imagine what the Messiah of Muscle is going to do to you.
Wrestling nerds, make sure you tune in on Monday, well, that is if Massacre isn't preempted for the SEC Softball tournament or something. Because you won't want to miss this MARVELOUS MASSACRE!!!
*TM1 pick the remote up and clicks the power button causing the screen to go black. *
~Climax.