Post by TheMeccaOfManhood on Dec 1, 2022 17:17:47 GMT -5
*A hand that hasn't been lotioned or manicured in weeks grips a carton of Ben & Jerry's Chunky Monkey. A spoon is shoved into the carton which is already half eaten, and a massive dollop is dipped out and shoved into a mouth that doesn't appear to have been brushed in days, and is surrounded by stubble. The mouth is that of Marvelous Mike Mason, and he is experiencing something every Dallas Cowboy fan feels around mid-december, depression.
The Mecca of Manhood has been like Charlie Nickels on a Saturday Night, down in the dumps. His diet has been worse than Big Bifford's, and the weight he gained is roughly the body weight of the ever-popular female model moonlighting as a professional wrestler. The Titan of Tenacity sits in the darkened living room of his high-rise Miami apartment that is generally reserved for bedding baddies, but since his loss to nose-PIC-ker it has been his fortress of solitude.
The President of Pectorals flips the TV from some lame TV show where rich women complain about their first-world problems and manufacture drama to Fox Sports where a recap of Rumble In The Bronx is being discussed by some old wrestling star who hasn't been relevant in a decade, and a mark who never took a bump in his life. *
The Mark: Just absolutely astonishing that PIC finally suffered an L. The man has become the face of OCW, and I didn't think anyone would ever beat him.
Old Fart: PIC was absolutely decimated by Bobby Bourbon with that wrench. I have never seen anyone punish PIC in that way before.
The Mark: Well, Mike Mason certainly didn’t.
Old Fart: Mike Mason, that guy sucks.
*The Old Fart and The Mark begin laughing when suddenly the plate full of cookies smashes into the screen cracking the screen. Through the static and cracks on the TV, laughter can be heard. The Sultan of Swole grabs the television pulls it off of the wall and slams it through his glass coffee table, sending shards of glass flying throughout the room.
The Abdominal Adonis looks down at himself, his body fat percentage has skyrocketed from four percent to six point five percent. His hair is unkempt, he hasn’t used a skin care treatment in days. He hasn’t worked out or hit his daily macro goals in over a week. He is in severe danger of becoming only slightly above average. As he stares at himself the Bod God shivers at how much he has let himself go.*
NO!
I AM THE MECCA OF MANHOOD!
I WILL NOT BE ONLY ABOVE AVERAGE!
I WILL BE, SIMPLY MARVELOUS!
*The G.O.A.T of Glutes marches to his bedroom, gets dressed for the gym, and heads for the kitchen where he starts prepping his supplements. As The Engineer of Ego takes the first sip of his pre-workout he lets out a sigh of relief. *
The Mecca of Manhood is back, and ready to be better than ever. I will admit I haven’t exactly been Marvelous, but it’s time to change that. I’m refocusing, re-upping, and ready to change the game. It’s time to make Mike Mason, MARVELOUS AGAIN!
~Climax
The Mecca of Manhood has been like Charlie Nickels on a Saturday Night, down in the dumps. His diet has been worse than Big Bifford's, and the weight he gained is roughly the body weight of the ever-popular female model moonlighting as a professional wrestler. The Titan of Tenacity sits in the darkened living room of his high-rise Miami apartment that is generally reserved for bedding baddies, but since his loss to nose-PIC-ker it has been his fortress of solitude.
The President of Pectorals flips the TV from some lame TV show where rich women complain about their first-world problems and manufacture drama to Fox Sports where a recap of Rumble In The Bronx is being discussed by some old wrestling star who hasn't been relevant in a decade, and a mark who never took a bump in his life. *
The Mark: Just absolutely astonishing that PIC finally suffered an L. The man has become the face of OCW, and I didn't think anyone would ever beat him.
Old Fart: PIC was absolutely decimated by Bobby Bourbon with that wrench. I have never seen anyone punish PIC in that way before.
The Mark: Well, Mike Mason certainly didn’t.
Old Fart: Mike Mason, that guy sucks.
*The Old Fart and The Mark begin laughing when suddenly the plate full of cookies smashes into the screen cracking the screen. Through the static and cracks on the TV, laughter can be heard. The Sultan of Swole grabs the television pulls it off of the wall and slams it through his glass coffee table, sending shards of glass flying throughout the room.
The Abdominal Adonis looks down at himself, his body fat percentage has skyrocketed from four percent to six point five percent. His hair is unkempt, he hasn’t used a skin care treatment in days. He hasn’t worked out or hit his daily macro goals in over a week. He is in severe danger of becoming only slightly above average. As he stares at himself the Bod God shivers at how much he has let himself go.*
NO!
I AM THE MECCA OF MANHOOD!
I WILL NOT BE ONLY ABOVE AVERAGE!
I WILL BE, SIMPLY MARVELOUS!
*The G.O.A.T of Glutes marches to his bedroom, gets dressed for the gym, and heads for the kitchen where he starts prepping his supplements. As The Engineer of Ego takes the first sip of his pre-workout he lets out a sigh of relief. *
The Mecca of Manhood is back, and ready to be better than ever. I will admit I haven’t exactly been Marvelous, but it’s time to change that. I’m refocusing, re-upping, and ready to change the game. It’s time to make Mike Mason, MARVELOUS AGAIN!
~Climax