Post by TheMeccaOfManhood on Nov 17, 2022 16:23:27 GMT -5
The world's most famous arena, arguably the most prestigious championship in the sport, and The Mecca of Manhood. November twenty-first is the perfect storm for the Marvelous Era to begin in OCW. Quite frankly, the champions of OCW since the company returned have flat-out sucked. A man with more daddy issues than the entire roster of the velvet rabbit, an old drug addict, a guy who cleaned toilets, the old drug addict again, a fat floppy titty grim reaper, a hood rat, the old drug addict AGAIN, and now the Penis Inspector Chief.
No wonder people online say, "OCW LOL". The champions of this company have been Pathetic Imitations of Champions. PIC is nothing but a Pretender InCarnate. Pretending to be a champion, pretending to be a badass, and pretending to be a father. Your seed wasn't strong enough to impregnate a woman, and your body won't be strong enough to keep that OCW championship from me.
The brainwashed people of OCW are Picking the Interim Champion, giving The Bod God no chance at dethroning him, but those same people are waiting under the table with their mouths open for scraps to be dropped into their mouths. Not the Mecca of Manhood though. No, the Titan of Tenacity takes your plate, eats your food in front of you, and flips the table.
The Messiah of Muscle isn't some beta soy boy, who thinks Puppets Ignorantly Cheering is the best wrestler in the world today, and even if you were The Big Natty Daddy wouldn't give a damn. The Abdominal Adonis isn't a wrestler, he's a next-level athlete, he's a winner, he is… SIMPLY MARVELOUS!
Pubes Infested with Crabs, you are not marvelous, you are untested. You were propped up and fed scrubs and tomato cans because you moved a lot of merchandise to single mothers, probably because you share the same hairdressers and social media influencers, you Joanna Gains-looking twat.. You caught the old drug addict slipping and got the championship you were pushed to. So, you can say The President of Pump is undeserving of a title match, but you're the one who is undeserving, untested, unchallenged, and unfit. I've won championship gold everywhere I've ever gone and in everything, I've ever done.
You, you've won one championship, and you're going to lose it just as fast. You won't be stepping into the ring with someone who fears you or even respects you. You will be stepping into the ring with someone who knows he can beat you, and knows he is better than you. You won't be in there with a has been, or a never was, you'll be in there with THE MECCA OF MANHOOD!
*The SUV comes to a stop, the door is opened for the Deity of Deltoids, and he steps out to the gravel driveway of the largest house anyone has ever laid their eyes upon. A home so large it makes Thaddeus Duke’s home look like the servant's quarters. Mason brought up the stone stairs of the massive mansion into the foyer, and then to the hall of the west wing into the large conservatory.
The Sultan of Swole walks into the glass-encased greenhouse and is met with the sight of The Brothers, Hamilton and Garfield Rothschild. The current heads of the wealthiest family of all time, and with this is the Canadian hitman, Ryan Tremblay.
Mason, Tremblay, and The Brothers all stared at each other in a moment of silence. The air was thick with distrust, as neither man trusted the other, save the Brother's trust in one another, but even that bond was constantly strenuous. "Gentlemen, let us all take a seat and discuss the business at hand", Garfield says, breaking the tense silence.
The Marvelous One's stone-cold death glare changes instantly with a smug smile, as he proceeds to unbutton his sharkskin suit jacket and sit in one of the four easy chairs that all face one another in a square. *
Gentleman, I'm afraid the untimely passing of Congressman Albertson has swain sympathy and the votes that come with it toward the right.
*"Yes untimely, and unfortunate indeed", Hamilton says as he motions to the butler to pour scotch into four crystal glasses.*
Normally, votes swinging to the right would be a good thing, but this time we are wanting them to swing in what my brother and I are calling the forward direction. Forward to the Marvelous Movement.
*"To the Marvelous Movement." Hamilton declares as he takes a glass from the tray the Butler passes around. The Count of Calves politely waves the drink off as the other two men take a glass. *
Hard to trust a man who turns down the finest scotch in the world.
I’ve got a big match coming, have to properly fuel my body.
Ha, yes the big match. A championship win could certainly sway votes your way. However, we need to do more to hedge our bets.
We can just fix the voting machines as we did in twenty-twenty.
Folks are wising up to that. If we didn’t have an inside man in Georgia it would have been blown. That is where you come into the equation, Mr. Tremblay.
*Tremblay almost chokes on his scotch, as he says, “Eh, what?”. Garfield scoots to the edge of his leather chair and leans forward, his forearms resting on his knees. *
Mr. Tremblay, at this very moment, as you sit here, your name and photo have been released to all of the major media outlets as the shooter at the North Dakota M.A.M rally. Putting a face, and name to the man who attempted to kill a presidential candidate, and murdered a young woman in the process. Well, how can that not help our cause?
*” YOU SON OF A…” Tremblay shouts as he jumps to his feet, but at the same time, the Butler pulls a pistol equipped with a suppressor and has it pointed at the chest of Tremblay. “Please, take a seat Mr. Tremblay”, Garfield says as he sits back in his chair.
Tremblay eyes the butler and then slowly sits down, only on the edge of his seat. *
Mr. Tremblay, there are really only two choices here. You can spend the next few days living out your most lavish fantasies before being apprehended and spending the rest of your life in prison with the knowledge of knowing your family will be provided for beyond the means you could ever provide for them. Or, Mr. Mason shoots you in self-defense when you try to break into his home and finish the job.
*The Butler takes a step back and lowers his gun. Tremblay eyes his glass for a moment before exhaling loudly and swallowing the last bit of scotch. Tremblay leans forward preparing to place the glass on the small wooden table in the middle of the chairs. At the last moment, Tremblay throws the glass, hitting the Butler in the face. Tremblay springs forward tackling the Butler to the ground and sending the gun flying across the floor of the conservatory.
Tremblay and the Butler, who by his fighting skills is clearly trained in more than just housekeeping, wrestle around on the ground. The Brothers have stood to their feet, and The Boca Bad Boy sits frozen in shock as he cannot believe what is happening in front of him, and how far down the rabbit hole he has gone.
“DONT JUST SIT THERE, DO SOMETHING!”, Hamilton yells at The Titan of Tenacity. This snaps The Big Natty Daddy out of his frozen state and brings him to his feet.
Tremblay has wrapped the Butler's tie around the neck of the Butler and is choking him out. The Bod God steps forward with a swift kick that lands on the side of Tremblay’s head which sends Tremblay rolling across the floor. Tremblay is down but pushes himself up shaking the stars from his head, before bolting for the gun. The Messiah of Muscle charges for the gun as well.
Tremblay was closer, and gets to the gun first, but is still on all fours as Mason gets to him. Tremblay grabs the gun, but as he does The ICON of Isometrics grabs Tremblay in a waist lock, deadlifts Tremblay off of the ground, spins, and tosses Tremblay like a human discuss into the glass wall of the conservatory.
Tremblay hits hard enough to crack the glass, and lose the gun. Tremblay falls to the ground, breathing heavily, and barely holding onto consciousness. The Butler grabs the gun, and the brothers come to the side of the Mecca of Manhood who stares at Tremblay ready to pounce like a lion. *
By George, I believe we truly have found ourselves a good one Hamilton.
Yes, he’s a fighter for sure, but…
*Hamilton is silenced by a creaking sound. The Big Natty Daddy, The Brothers, and the Butler all look at the glass where the creaking sound is coming from and watch as the cracks spiderweb out further until the glass shatters and rains down onto Tremblay under them. Everyone steps back as the shattering shards rain down upon the semi-conscious Tremblay.
The four men stand in collective silence for a moment, until Tremblay begins to moan and try to get up. “I’ll clean this up Sir”, the Butler says as he raises the gun up toward Tremblay.
“WAIT!”, Hamilton commands as he grabs the gun. Hamilton pulls the gun from the Butler and offers it to The Marvelous One. *
This is your mess you clean it up.
*The Pinnacle of Pecks, stares at the gun in stunned silence. *
Now, Hamilton, this man is a leader, and a warrior, but he is not a killer.
Damnit, Garfield, I want to make sure he knows what this takes, I want to make sure he has some skin in the game and is loyal. Do, you want this Mr. Mason? Do you want to be President of the United States? Do you want to become one of the one percent? Or do you want to be another washed-up bodybuilder who dies of an early heart attack?
*As Hamilton is berating The Abdominal Adonis, all Mason can picture is his father yelling at him as he drove the sled under the hot Florida sun all summer long as a teenager. Mason doesn’t hear Hamilton Rothschild asking him if he wants to be President, he hears Andrew Mason asking him if he wants a D1 scholarship, and wants in the NFL ring.
Before he realizes what he is doing the Bishop of Biceps grabs the gun and fires three rounds into the body of Tremblay. As The President of Pump becomes to come back to reality, and what he has just done sinks in, he begins to feel the effects of a panic attack. His hands begin to shake and tremble, causing him to drop the gun. He suddenly feels hot and begins to sweat, as he tries to catch his breath he feels as if he cannot breathe.
Garfield places his hand on the back of the God of Glutes and tries to talk him down. *
It’s all over now Mr. Mason. The hard part is done, very soon you’ll be labeled a hero as we plant his body, and spin this story into you protecting yourself during a home invasion. Stuff like this will make you the most voted-for President in the history of the country.
*Hamilton shoves a glass of scotch into The Titan of Tenacity's hand and holds onto it until he stops shaking. As The Bod God stops shaking and catches his breath, he turns to look at Hamilton. Hamilton smiles and toasts Mason, clanking his glass into his. *
You’ve got blood on your hands now my boy. You’re in for life. Now, how long and lavish that life is, is completely up to you. Drink up it’ll help with the panic.
*The Mecca of Manhood looks back at the dead body of Ryan Tremblay, as The Butler begins preparing it for transportation. The Marvelous One takes a few deep breaths before swallowing the glass of scotch in one drink. *
No wonder people online say, "OCW LOL". The champions of this company have been Pathetic Imitations of Champions. PIC is nothing but a Pretender InCarnate. Pretending to be a champion, pretending to be a badass, and pretending to be a father. Your seed wasn't strong enough to impregnate a woman, and your body won't be strong enough to keep that OCW championship from me.
The brainwashed people of OCW are Picking the Interim Champion, giving The Bod God no chance at dethroning him, but those same people are waiting under the table with their mouths open for scraps to be dropped into their mouths. Not the Mecca of Manhood though. No, the Titan of Tenacity takes your plate, eats your food in front of you, and flips the table.
The Messiah of Muscle isn't some beta soy boy, who thinks Puppets Ignorantly Cheering is the best wrestler in the world today, and even if you were The Big Natty Daddy wouldn't give a damn. The Abdominal Adonis isn't a wrestler, he's a next-level athlete, he's a winner, he is… SIMPLY MARVELOUS!
Pubes Infested with Crabs, you are not marvelous, you are untested. You were propped up and fed scrubs and tomato cans because you moved a lot of merchandise to single mothers, probably because you share the same hairdressers and social media influencers, you Joanna Gains-looking twat.. You caught the old drug addict slipping and got the championship you were pushed to. So, you can say The President of Pump is undeserving of a title match, but you're the one who is undeserving, untested, unchallenged, and unfit. I've won championship gold everywhere I've ever gone and in everything, I've ever done.
You, you've won one championship, and you're going to lose it just as fast. You won't be stepping into the ring with someone who fears you or even respects you. You will be stepping into the ring with someone who knows he can beat you, and knows he is better than you. You won't be in there with a has been, or a never was, you'll be in there with THE MECCA OF MANHOOD!
*The SUV comes to a stop, the door is opened for the Deity of Deltoids, and he steps out to the gravel driveway of the largest house anyone has ever laid their eyes upon. A home so large it makes Thaddeus Duke’s home look like the servant's quarters. Mason brought up the stone stairs of the massive mansion into the foyer, and then to the hall of the west wing into the large conservatory.
The Sultan of Swole walks into the glass-encased greenhouse and is met with the sight of The Brothers, Hamilton and Garfield Rothschild. The current heads of the wealthiest family of all time, and with this is the Canadian hitman, Ryan Tremblay.
Mason, Tremblay, and The Brothers all stared at each other in a moment of silence. The air was thick with distrust, as neither man trusted the other, save the Brother's trust in one another, but even that bond was constantly strenuous. "Gentlemen, let us all take a seat and discuss the business at hand", Garfield says, breaking the tense silence.
The Marvelous One's stone-cold death glare changes instantly with a smug smile, as he proceeds to unbutton his sharkskin suit jacket and sit in one of the four easy chairs that all face one another in a square. *
Gentleman, I'm afraid the untimely passing of Congressman Albertson has swain sympathy and the votes that come with it toward the right.
*"Yes untimely, and unfortunate indeed", Hamilton says as he motions to the butler to pour scotch into four crystal glasses.*
Normally, votes swinging to the right would be a good thing, but this time we are wanting them to swing in what my brother and I are calling the forward direction. Forward to the Marvelous Movement.
*"To the Marvelous Movement." Hamilton declares as he takes a glass from the tray the Butler passes around. The Count of Calves politely waves the drink off as the other two men take a glass. *
Hard to trust a man who turns down the finest scotch in the world.
I’ve got a big match coming, have to properly fuel my body.
Ha, yes the big match. A championship win could certainly sway votes your way. However, we need to do more to hedge our bets.
We can just fix the voting machines as we did in twenty-twenty.
Folks are wising up to that. If we didn’t have an inside man in Georgia it would have been blown. That is where you come into the equation, Mr. Tremblay.
*Tremblay almost chokes on his scotch, as he says, “Eh, what?”. Garfield scoots to the edge of his leather chair and leans forward, his forearms resting on his knees. *
Mr. Tremblay, at this very moment, as you sit here, your name and photo have been released to all of the major media outlets as the shooter at the North Dakota M.A.M rally. Putting a face, and name to the man who attempted to kill a presidential candidate, and murdered a young woman in the process. Well, how can that not help our cause?
*” YOU SON OF A…” Tremblay shouts as he jumps to his feet, but at the same time, the Butler pulls a pistol equipped with a suppressor and has it pointed at the chest of Tremblay. “Please, take a seat Mr. Tremblay”, Garfield says as he sits back in his chair.
Tremblay eyes the butler and then slowly sits down, only on the edge of his seat. *
Mr. Tremblay, there are really only two choices here. You can spend the next few days living out your most lavish fantasies before being apprehended and spending the rest of your life in prison with the knowledge of knowing your family will be provided for beyond the means you could ever provide for them. Or, Mr. Mason shoots you in self-defense when you try to break into his home and finish the job.
*The Butler takes a step back and lowers his gun. Tremblay eyes his glass for a moment before exhaling loudly and swallowing the last bit of scotch. Tremblay leans forward preparing to place the glass on the small wooden table in the middle of the chairs. At the last moment, Tremblay throws the glass, hitting the Butler in the face. Tremblay springs forward tackling the Butler to the ground and sending the gun flying across the floor of the conservatory.
Tremblay and the Butler, who by his fighting skills is clearly trained in more than just housekeeping, wrestle around on the ground. The Brothers have stood to their feet, and The Boca Bad Boy sits frozen in shock as he cannot believe what is happening in front of him, and how far down the rabbit hole he has gone.
“DONT JUST SIT THERE, DO SOMETHING!”, Hamilton yells at The Titan of Tenacity. This snaps The Big Natty Daddy out of his frozen state and brings him to his feet.
Tremblay has wrapped the Butler's tie around the neck of the Butler and is choking him out. The Bod God steps forward with a swift kick that lands on the side of Tremblay’s head which sends Tremblay rolling across the floor. Tremblay is down but pushes himself up shaking the stars from his head, before bolting for the gun. The Messiah of Muscle charges for the gun as well.
Tremblay was closer, and gets to the gun first, but is still on all fours as Mason gets to him. Tremblay grabs the gun, but as he does The ICON of Isometrics grabs Tremblay in a waist lock, deadlifts Tremblay off of the ground, spins, and tosses Tremblay like a human discuss into the glass wall of the conservatory.
Tremblay hits hard enough to crack the glass, and lose the gun. Tremblay falls to the ground, breathing heavily, and barely holding onto consciousness. The Butler grabs the gun, and the brothers come to the side of the Mecca of Manhood who stares at Tremblay ready to pounce like a lion. *
By George, I believe we truly have found ourselves a good one Hamilton.
Yes, he’s a fighter for sure, but…
*Hamilton is silenced by a creaking sound. The Big Natty Daddy, The Brothers, and the Butler all look at the glass where the creaking sound is coming from and watch as the cracks spiderweb out further until the glass shatters and rains down onto Tremblay under them. Everyone steps back as the shattering shards rain down upon the semi-conscious Tremblay.
The four men stand in collective silence for a moment, until Tremblay begins to moan and try to get up. “I’ll clean this up Sir”, the Butler says as he raises the gun up toward Tremblay.
“WAIT!”, Hamilton commands as he grabs the gun. Hamilton pulls the gun from the Butler and offers it to The Marvelous One. *
This is your mess you clean it up.
*The Pinnacle of Pecks, stares at the gun in stunned silence. *
Now, Hamilton, this man is a leader, and a warrior, but he is not a killer.
Damnit, Garfield, I want to make sure he knows what this takes, I want to make sure he has some skin in the game and is loyal. Do, you want this Mr. Mason? Do you want to be President of the United States? Do you want to become one of the one percent? Or do you want to be another washed-up bodybuilder who dies of an early heart attack?
*As Hamilton is berating The Abdominal Adonis, all Mason can picture is his father yelling at him as he drove the sled under the hot Florida sun all summer long as a teenager. Mason doesn’t hear Hamilton Rothschild asking him if he wants to be President, he hears Andrew Mason asking him if he wants a D1 scholarship, and wants in the NFL ring.
Before he realizes what he is doing the Bishop of Biceps grabs the gun and fires three rounds into the body of Tremblay. As The President of Pump becomes to come back to reality, and what he has just done sinks in, he begins to feel the effects of a panic attack. His hands begin to shake and tremble, causing him to drop the gun. He suddenly feels hot and begins to sweat, as he tries to catch his breath he feels as if he cannot breathe.
Garfield places his hand on the back of the God of Glutes and tries to talk him down. *
It’s all over now Mr. Mason. The hard part is done, very soon you’ll be labeled a hero as we plant his body, and spin this story into you protecting yourself during a home invasion. Stuff like this will make you the most voted-for President in the history of the country.
*Hamilton shoves a glass of scotch into The Titan of Tenacity's hand and holds onto it until he stops shaking. As The Bod God stops shaking and catches his breath, he turns to look at Hamilton. Hamilton smiles and toasts Mason, clanking his glass into his. *
You’ve got blood on your hands now my boy. You’re in for life. Now, how long and lavish that life is, is completely up to you. Drink up it’ll help with the panic.
*The Mecca of Manhood looks back at the dead body of Ryan Tremblay, as The Butler begins preparing it for transportation. The Marvelous One takes a few deep breaths before swallowing the glass of scotch in one drink. *