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Post by Eden on Jul 17, 2020 22:39:33 GMT -5
LOCATION & ARENA PORTLAND, OREGON NORTH CLACKAMAS WATER PARK
ROLEPLAY & SEGMENT DEADLINES Friday, July 31st, 2020 at 9 PM PST, Midnight EST, 11 PM CT (US) Saturday, August 1st, 2020 at 5 AM (UK) Saturday, August 1st, 2020 at 4 PM (AUS)
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Match Three: Giant Tiger vs. Demetrius Lane vs. Mike Mason Giant Tiger impressed but lost to Mad Dog in his debut, this show he faces off against two other new stars in Demetrius Lane and Mike Mason. Can Tiger get on track? Or will Lane or Mason pick up a win in their debuts?
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Post by Gary H E.S.T. 1998 on Jul 20, 2020 8:10:58 GMT -5
(We see Giant Tiger, Latrice and Dark Tiger in Giant Tiger's locker room after his match against Mad Dog.)
[Giant Tiger]
I know i am going to be feeling this in the morning. I know i may be a giant but even giants like me are human. I will give Mad Dog his props. He beat me plain and simple.
[Dark Tiger]
That was a hell of a hardcore match you two put on.
[Latrice DeNucci]
Thats ok baby. When we get home you are definitely getting a rub down but yeah i mean Mad Dog beat my husband. I think ring rust may have gotten to you babe since it had been years since you had been in a wrestling ring and it was your first match in those years.
[Giant Tiger]
I know my love. I am not complaining because i agree with you love. I think ring rust had gotten to me but i have shrugged it off against Mad Dog and I am ready to get on the winning track.
[Dark Tiger]
Absolutely.
[Latrice DeNucci]
So Sebastian hows the search going?
[Dark Tiger]
Its going alright. I went to a bar last night and i'd say i had about five women give me their phone numbers.
[Latrice DeNucci]
None of them compared to my sister did they?
[Dark Tiger]
No one will compare to your sister 'Trice. She was the only one i truly ever loved and I do miss her every day.
[Giant Tiger]
Like me with this perfect goddess.
(He wraps his long arms around Latrice and she smiles and kisses her husband. Dark Tiger smiles. Then Latrice's cell phone rings and its Miss Eden with a text for the next Dystopia.)
[Latrice Denucci]
Babe. The next show is up and Miss Eden has put you in a triple threat match against two newcomers in Demetrius Lane and Mike Mason.
[Dark Tiger]
Time to redeem yourself.
[Giant Tiger]
Absolutely
(Then Dark Tiger's cell goes off and he smiles and answers his text.)
[Giant Tiger]
Found you someone Seb?
[Dark Tiger]
Yes. to tell you the truth I had two dreams about Zatanya. First one was to tell me its ok to move on. I actually met someone while i took a trip to Hawaii last week and Zatanya came to me in one more dream to give her approval to this woman because she probably saw a good heart in her.
[Latrice DeNucci]
Did she say anything about me?
[Dark Tiger]
She said she misses you and she loves you and Doug.
(Latrice smiles with a little tear in her eye.)
[Latrice DeNucci]
Damn I miss her too.
[Dark Tiger]
Enough about me though. What are your thoughts on your opponents?
[Giant Tiger]
Demetrius Lane i hear is a free spirit which is fine. Nothing wrong with being a free spirit but he will still be looking up at someone who will bring a definite fight to Godzilla.
As for Mason he can take all the supplements he can take but the fact of the matter is they are not going to qork against me. I am ready to take both on. I may have lost against Mad Dog but that will not deter me with what i want to accomplish. I want to be a fighting titan and I want WWH to recognize that this isnt my first rodeo.
[Dark Tiger]
I can attest to that.
[Giant Tiger]
Yep.
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(We now see Giant Tiger and Latrice in Portland and Ace Michaels comes to them)
[Ace Michaels]
Hey you two. Giant Tiger it looks like things didnt go your way last Dystopia. You got beat by Mad Dog Mark Wright.
[Giant Tiger]
Yes i did and he gets props from me for beating me. You see i am not against losing. Everyone sees me and thinks I should just steamroll all over my opponents. I am not like that. That is called stereotyping.
[Latrice DeNucci]
You see Ace not all giants should be stIeamrolling through opponents. This one wants a fight out of his opponents and he got one out of Mad Dog Mark Wright and even though my husband lost he put up a fight and that has been what he is all about.
[Ace Michaels]
Awesome. Now what do you say about your opponents for this week when you are in a triple threat match against newcomers Demetrius Lane and Mike Mason.
[Giant Tiger]
Two newcomers to WWH while i have had only one match here. I find it very interesting but i like it. Those two are no small men but they still have to look up to me.
[Ace Michaels]
My neck is starting to hurt just doing so.
[Latrice DeNucci]
I will give my thoughts about them first if it will help?
[Ace Michaels]
Thank you.
[Latrice DeNucci]
Your welcome. We will start with Demetrius Lane. He likes to fancy himself as a free spirit with his own morals. There is absoljtely nothing wrong with that. Nothing at all. I was like that at one point but when I became a mom i had to curb that.
Demetrius can be a free spirit all he wants but when he steps in the ring with my husband will he be ready for the onslaught that he can bring. I do hope so because Demetrius will have to bring it against someone like my husband.
(Giant Tiger nods.)
[Giant Tiger]
As far as Mike Mason is concerned he can work out in his gyms and take all the suppliments all he wants but when he steps in the ring with me I will come with the power of many men and all the suppliments in the world will not help him when i get my hands on him.
He can flaunt his ego all he wants but he will get knocked down a few pegs because I do not tolerate arrogance. Never have, never will.
[Ace Michaels.]
Awesome. Thanks for the Interview and good luck.
[Giant Tiger]
Thank you.
(Ace leaves and then Dark Tiger and a gorgeous woman comes to them.)
[Latrice DeNucci]
Hey Seb. Who is this lovely looking beauty?
[Dark Tiger]
This is the woman inwas talking to you about. Her name is Gabriella Kealoha.
[Gabriella Kealoha]
Hello there. Sebastian has told me all about you and I was a huge fan of Darknyss. I know i could not compare to what she and this man had but he is such an amazing man.
[Latrice DeNucci]
He sure is. Kealoha. Are you Hawaiian by any chance?
(Gabriella nods)
[Gabriella Kealoha]
Yes. Born, raised, and still live in Hilo
[Giant Tiger]
Ahh the big island.
[Gabriella Kealoha]
Yes.
[Dark Tiger]
I do have a bit of great news. I have just re-signed with WWH. I know the last time i was here it was somewhat lackluster so i wanted to redeem myself.
[Giant Tiger]
That's awesome. We can team up again and see if we can hold tag gold like we did those years ago
[Dark Tiger]
Thats also the plan.
[Latrice DeNucci]
Ok lets talk about that at a restaurant. I want to learn more about this beautiful wahine.
(Gabriella giggles a bit and they all head out as Eye of the Tiger by Devil You Know plays to commercial.)
End Rp.
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Post by Demetrius "Godzilla" Lane on Jul 23, 2020 23:27:34 GMT -5
Scene #1: Determination Is An Unmarked Vehicle! Cauliflower Dreams!
“What are you doing? Use your words; what are you doing? Use your words what are you doing?! USE YOUR WORDS! What is going on? Who are you? NLG will get you out what’s your name? Tell us your name! OK you’re fine we’ll get you out! We got you, friend! You just violated their rights! You just violated their rights!”
The young activist used all of the words at her disposal. But to no avail. The helmeted, black adorned peaceful protestor was being carted off by men in military fatigues in an unmarked black van, and all who were witness were helpless to stop it.
When suddenly, there was a crash. A loud BOOM like a transformer explosion. Followed by the earsplitting noise of steel scraping against steel, the squealing of wheels desperately fighting against some centrifugal force. People scream in the distance, as the menacing laughter of a larger than life force of nature echoes through the chaos. A passerby stammers before declaring the arrival of the intruder to this scene.
“H-Holy horticultural hieroglyphs! It’s Godzilla!”
Another large unmarked van flies through the air and nose dives in front of the escaping perpetrators vehicle. They screech to a halt with tires marking the road in place and emanating the aroma of burnt rubber for all to “enjoy” within the immediate vicinity. The three captors step out of the vehicle with confused looks staring in the direction of what could possibly cause such a disruption. We pane over to a gargantuan of a man standing atop the crushed remains of a black Tesla Model S. His shirtless frame exposing the bull-like musclefat physique of Demetrius “Godzilla” Lane. Grinning from ear to ear, he flexes in the direction of the military goons he’s about to engage in physicality with as a nearby businessman laments his misfortunes.
“Oh no, my Tesla!”
Demetrius lacks acknowledgement of the complaints of the man flanking him. As he steps off and forward, shaking the ground beneath his feet with every stride.
“Now where you do you think you’re going, fellas?! Certainly not...kidnapping people without due process?!”
With that, each would-be assailant brings out individual weapons stored within their trousers. One wields a pair of nunchaku. Another takes out a cattle prod. The third, a double edged bo-staff with copies of the constitution taped to both ends. He would surely be the most deadly adversary. Lane addresses his opponents.
“Three on one eh...Looks like Christmas came a little early this year”.
“NO! NO NO NO NO NO. DOUBLE DOG NO! JESUS TAP DANCING CHRIST I SAID NO!”
A bell rings throughout the scene like a kind of dismissal during school. This signals all the extras, the police and the protestors off to the side to all stop their expressions of outrage and fear. Their shoulders relax as everyone begins to disperse from the scene as cameras and other production members start cleaning up and resetting the wreckage caused by the special effects around them.
Demetrius Lane stands alone, looking more than a little deflated that his sure to be epic showdown was shut down. Approaching the Golem-sized humanoid is a disheveled middle-aged gentlemen with a prominent bald spot, spectacles and graying brown hair that could use a good combing. His mismatched brown sports coat over gray slacks, red & white striped tie and white button up shirt beneath betray the style of a man who probably just puts on whatever is reasonably clean at the end of his bed each morning before heading to work as a production supervisor for WWH Dystopia brand. Introducing, Ignacious Porter Freely.
“You gotta be joking here, kid. The boss is gonna have my head if this shit goes to print. And then my bosses boss is going to take that head and boil it in her Tonkotsu! What were you thinking?!”
Godzilla grins innocently as his eyes glitter in the night with mischief.
“Well ya know, I just thought of doing something a little topical to modern day issues!”
Iggy winces. As unimpressed as he is irritated.
“Yeah, there’s about ten thousand things problematic about your presentation right there. And that’s not even touching the...the ninja fight with the military? "Christmas came a little early"? Think of the cringe!”
Demetrius chuckles as he shrugs his shoulders and places an apologetic hand on the shoulder of Mr. Freely.
“Sorry man. But you know, I am called “Godzilla”. Fictionally speaking, I could take on the whole military industrial complex!”
Ignacious continues to not be amused.
“Well take your fictionally speaking and...I don’t know. Go freaking cut a promo in the dark or something! This is gonna come outta my hide, Mr. Lane. And that’s the last time I let a newbie take the reins of his own debut promo! Christ on a cracker I’m doomed!”
And so, Demetrius Lane did just that. To the promo cave!
Scene #2: The King Awakens! Back To Basics Is A Harsh Love Song?!
A minimalist approach. You know the drill. Dark room. Nondescript surroundings. A singular lighting fixture illuminates the upper bodily features of a mammoth of a man. A grimace begins on his face. Eyes darkened by the crevices and angular nature of his face. His broad, angus bull sized shoulders stretch through most of what is visible on the scene. Even then, his definition is obscured by the slate blue-gray hooded sweatshirt that encompasses his person. He begins his address without wasting a single moment with fluff and pleasantries. From this point forward, it’s all business.
“Let’s address the Giant Tiger in the room. Ay. I have to admit, my experience thus far has benefitted from me being the largest man in the ring. It’s...humbling. To see in my debut contest for World Wrestling Headquarters that I am face to face with not only a larger competitor, but a much larger one. An abrupt reminder that I will not be the biggest dog in the yard under any stretch of the imagination. Needless to say, I have my work cut out for me when it comes to making the impression...that I wanted to make. I have to find a different way to stand out.”
The grimace once sported has now shifted into a quizzical expression. The Jaw of Demetrius juts out ever so slightly, his voice pauses with exasperations as he considers the...monsterous task before him. Pardon the pun.
“Make no mistake, I know of you, Tiger. Who hasn’t heard of the legendary tag team you championed with the sinister Dark Tiger? Best Frenemies of the animal kingdom. Yes your size is impressive. Yes your record speaks for itself. Don’t let those naive armchair critics count your loss by the Mad Dog against your chances in this match. I know better than most that not only will I have to match your physicality. But my eyes will have to be in the back of my head to match your wiliness and ring generalship in our triple threat endeavor.”
Again the appearance changes. With each new declaration, a new emotion revealed. This one in particular belies a wry smile. A feeling of reverence is emanated from Demetrius. It’s not every day you get to be in the ring with a legend. And although that moniker for Giant Tiger may be a “little” generous. Never-the-less, Lane is a wrestling fan at heart. How can he not be excited for this contest?
“The one man I am not quite as familiar with for this match...is a man who calls himself Marvelous. Mr. Mike Mason. From what public knowledge I gleaned from you, I know you’re a bodybuilder. Hell, not just any strongman either. An entrepreneur. An Adonis. A man who’s drive to perfect his own body is only matched by his drive to accumulate the all mighty dollar. See like the craftiness of Giant Tiger, I realize that your mindset is one of a dangerous man, Mason. A man of your very nature is a killer. I’m sure you won’t hesitate to do whatever it takes to win. If I allow you to have an inch, you’ll take a mile, build a gym within that acreage, and charge me rent for the privilege of basking in your glory.”
Godzilla’s hands move for the first time from their stationary position. They waft through the air, like giant waves of shadow caressing the glow around the King of the Monsters. His arms cross over his mighty chest, and his facials alter once more into a visual of confidence accompanied by a wide toothy smile.
“So why am I laying all this on so thick, right? I’ve spent the better part of the last few minutes droning about how great my opponents are. How hard this is going to be for me to overcome. How am I supposed to expect anyone to buy into me when I’m so certain the men I’m set to fight are so damn dangerous? Well let me tell you a little trade secret of mine, folks. I’m winning this match. There’s no doubt in my mind that I am walking away from this triple threat as the Burger King atop a mountain of beef. But if I were to stand here and dress down my opponents and tell the world how they call me Unstoppable. And that’s why I’m “easily” going to destroy them. Who wants to see that match? I want people to look forward to this match because three big hosses are going to throw down and tear the house down. I want as many people to buy a ticket and see my debut live. And I’m going to ensure that they get their monies worth...so that the winners purse is just that much sweeter. You see, I’m not some squirrely little man who benefits from running his mouth as the people pay to hopefully see me eat my words. I am a Juggernaut. I am the King of the Monsters. And the King doesn’t concern himself with unworthy competition. There is nothing EASY about this match I’m going into in Portland. But nothing worth earning in this life is easy.”
The arms of the Juggernaut open once more. This time they open in a welcoming gesture as his hands motion for all viewers to “Come and get it”. The face of Demetrius reverts back to his original grimace that started this address. For all the words delivered thus far, his finalized message is spoken with the most import. Indeed, it is necessary to convey exactly what makes this match so special to Godzilla, why he will succeed beyond the odds and how he will continue on his path of destruction.
“You know the funniest part about all this? Between the Giant Tiger, and the Marvelous Mike Mason, I am quite literally, the shortest man in this contest. Think of it. The great big “Godzilla”, might as well name himself Minya when stacked up against this kind of competition. But I’ve sung your praises quite long enough. There’s a reason I’m going to win this match, and that reason is really very simple. Godzilla is awake, ladies and gentlemen. And he’s hungry. Real hungry. More ravenous than a starving Tiger. More famished than a freelancer for Muscle & Fitness. You’ll both get invoices for my honeyed words about all the things going your way. Those bills are getting paid via direct deposit from my fists to your face. As you both share the distinction as the first men to witness my emergence into the world of professional wrestling. Yes at your expense. But look at it this way, you’ll only be set back by a future World Champion. You might be bigger than me. You’re absolute monsters among men. But that just makes me work that much harder to earn the monikers bestowed upon me. Consider, there’s no shame in losing to the King of the Monsters.”
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Post by themarvelousone on Jul 24, 2020 7:53:33 GMT -5
Determination
noun
1.firmness of purpose; resoluteness. "he advanced with an unflinching determination"
2.the process of establishing something exactly by calculation or research. "determination of molecular structures"
Andrew Mason, was a hardass, but he was fueled by determination. Andrew played 9 years in the NFL, resulting in two trips to the Superbowl, and zero Superbowl rings. Andrew was determined that his son would obtain that ring he had missed out on.
Push. Harder, damn it.
Mike, was Andrew's only son, and what all of his regrets from his life hung on. Andrew was also Mike's high school football coach and his biggest critic. Every day Andrew kept Mike after practice for extra drills, extra sprints, extra lifts, and today under the 95-degree Tampa Bay sun, more time on the blocking sled.
Don't you want this? Don't you want states? Don't you want a D1 scholarship? Don't you want to play in the League? Don't you want a ring?
A teenage Marvelous One is on his hands and knees, exhausted from this two practices that day, from the heat, and from the past twenty minutes he has been hitting the sled.
Eh, you ain't want that stuff do you? You don't have the guts and determination for this. Alright, come on I'll take you home and let your Mommy put her titty in her little babies’ mouth.
The then Mecca of Teenhood, fires up and rams his shoulder into the tackling sled and begins pushing it. The Marvelous Ones cleats dig into the dried-out Tampa grass, as he shoves the sled. Mason’s calves bulge as he is up on the balls of his feet, driving the heavy sled. His quads ache and burn, his lower back tightens, his shoulders ache, but his spirit won’t let him stop. Mike Mason will not be broken, not by heat, not by hard work, and not by his father.
With strength and determination, that most grown men couldn't even match, The Titan shoves the sled another 40 yards before collapsing to his knees. Andrew, who is never impressed or satisfied by his son's performance, steps off the sled.
I might make a ball player out of you yet. Get up and get a drink, and get some sneakers on... you still got stairs to run.
Andrew begins walking off the field, while Mike is still on his knees trying to catch his breath and compose himself. Mike turns his head, and watches his father walking off the field. Mike feels light headed, ready to pass out from the heat and exhaustion. Mike sees his father stop walking, and watches as Andrew turns back around to look at his son.
Well, why are you just laying there? Get your ass up, we got work to do.
Hard work like that is what made Michael Mason into the Mecca of Manhood. That hard work and determination made him The Titan, it made him the Marvelous One, it made him... Simply Marvelous.
Mirror, mirror, on the wall, who is the most Marvelous of them all? Clearly it is I, the man with the twinkle in his eye. The man who laughs at Will Smith when he cries. The man who makes women swoon and say "oh my". The man who's so hot, he makes your brain fry. The rest of WWH can't beat me, no matter how hard they try.
The Marvelous One is in one of his favorite spots, his bathroom mirror. He is nude, except for a short white towel that is tied around his waist. He looks at himself in the mirror, examining his face for any blemishes, but of course there are none. TM1 picks up his ivory handled hair brush from his marble counter and begins brushing his hair.
Dystopia brass wants the Mecca of Manhood in a three some, well this isn’t the first time I’ve been in ménage à trois. Of course, this isn’t the typical setting for me. I’m used to being sandwiched between two tens in a California king, but this time I’ll be with two losers in a WWH ring. Bigger than me, either high or wide, but after I’m done with them, they’ll be dead inside. On me will be Latrice’s eyes, but that bitch can’t even feel my vibe.
A kitty and lizard, but I’m the real beast of this bout. The Marvelous One is going to win, clearly there is no doubt. Doug is about to lose two in a row, I wonder if he’ll pout. Demetrius is built like a teapot, short and stout, and at Dystopia you’ll all hear him shout, when I knock is big ass out.
The Titan puts the brush down and then begins to fill the sink with cold water, placing a wash cloth into the sink. After turning the water off, he rubs his face with the cloth, wetting it like a girl’s panties when they see The Marvelous One. The Big Natty Daddy, then begins to apply shaving cream to his face with a brush made from horse hair.
All rhymes and silly jokes aside, let’s look at my opponent in this contest. Giant Tiger, already lost his debut match, probably because he is so wrapped up in his family drama, trying to get his best friend and former brother in-law laid. What a weird group of people, that is probably why they are so freakishly tall, all that inbreeding. Then we have Godzilla, who is some noob that has been smashing green kids in Japan so he thinks he’s ready for the big leagues. Well, Demetrius, this is America, this is the WWH where the best of the best come to compete, and you’re stepping into the ring with the absolute best, the man who is simply marvelous.
TM1 laughs to himself, saying “I can’t even help but rhyme and flow”. The Marvelous One finishes covering his face with the cream and rinses the brush off in the sink. The Mecca of Manhood then picks up a shiny straight razor and begins to slowly, and smoothly shave his beautiful face.
Demetrius, you like to show off, but I don’t understand why. You’ve got a belly that shakes like a bowl full of jelly. Don’t worry Demetrius, you won’t be embarrassed by your flabby gut shaking on national television, because you won’t have time to be showboating. I am going to personally make sure you don’t have anything to be showing off for in this match. I can’t speak for Giant Tiger, but I know you won’t be monstering over me like you did those kids back in Japan. Also, come on man, cut out the carbs, and do some planks, you should be ashamed of that dad-bod.
Doug, I hate to be the barer of bad news, but you are about to officially be on a losing streak, because you damn sure aren’t winning this one. You’re in there with two younger and frankly, two better competitors and you just don’t have what it takes to win this one. Normally, I wouldn’t pull out a shovel and bury you so deep, but let’s be real, you just don’t have what it takes to hang with Demetrius, and if you can’t hang with that pudgy over hyped goof, then what chance do you stand against me?
With a smooth, final stroke the Bod God finishes shaving his face and then rinses his razor off. The Titan drains the sink and washes his face off with cold water to close his pores. TM1 then applies a clear facial mask to tighten his skin and places whitening trays in his teeth. The tightness of his face and whitening trays impair his speech a bit, but it is the price of beauty.
Doug, you should have stayed retired, but you just had to come back for some more of the lime light. Ah, fame, it is the most addictive drug. Well, now you are back Doug and you will not only lose your match, but if I give Latrice a little wink and let her touch these chiseled abs, you could lose your wife too. Don’t worry too much though, I wouldn’t waste my time with your old, worn out, fiv. I’m sure back in her day she might have been a seven, maybe even an eight in the right light with hair and makeup done by a pro. However, after father time has had his way with her and she popped out two of your giant-sized babies, I’m sure she is just wore out in all the wrong places.
The Modern Day Adonis pulls the whitening trays from his mouth and places them into the sink. The water is turned back on again, and Triple M rinses his mouth out. 3M smiles in the mirror and admires his beautiful white teeth.
Demetrius, you’re the athletic chubby guy. Everyone loves them, you’re the WWH equivalent of Chris Farley, and I’m sure if we reenacted the Chippendale dance skit SNL with me being Patrick Swazye, it would do huge ratings, but you’d be the butt of the joke, just like the chubby guy always is. I’m sure in high school you had plenty of friends, but at the end of the night on prom night, you were the kid throwing up in the corner all alone, but me, I was the prom king upstairs nailing the head cheerleader.
I was born better than you Demetrius, and there is nothing you can do to change that. It is natural selection it is fate. I was born to win, born to be a champion, born and destined for greatness, quite simply put, I was born to be marvelous. As for you, well, you were born to be a chubby grunt, who is nothing more than a stepping stone for the upper class of people like myself.
TM1 then peels his facial mask off and discards it into the trash. The Mecca of Manhood then dabs his face off with a cold, wet cloth. Triple M pulls a pair of tweezers from a cabinet and begins examining his nose for any unsightly hairs. The Marvelous One sticks the tweezers into his nose and yanks out a long, dark hair. TM1 holds the hair in the tweezers so that the hair can be focused on.
Doug and Demetrius, huh, D and D, dumber and dumber, you two are like this nose hair. You are unsightly, unwanted, and bothersome. You must be plucked and removed from the face of WWH, and I'm the man that will pluck you out. I'll rip you out of face of WWH, and flick you in the garbage where you both belong. You do nothing but make this place uglier, and I am here to make it marvelous. At Dystopia the era of Marvelousity begins, and I will turn this company from a solid eight, into a California ten. I'm determined to do it, and my determination will not be stopped. I will dominate at Dystopia, and my time will begin. No tiger, no lizard, no animal, and no man can or will stop me.
I am Determined to make my mark on the WWH. Determined to be known as the best in this sport. I am determined to achieve a golden status in WWH.I am determined to achieve greatness, because that is what I was born for…greatness.
Triple M disposes the hair into a waste basket with a grotesque look on his face. TM1 lays the tweezers down on the counter and turns back to the mirror. For a moment The Bod God stares into the mirror at his marvelous face. The Big Natty Daddy leans forward and kisses hi reflection in the mirror. The Mecca of Manhood leans back and stares at his reflection.
Pure perfection, you are… simply marvelous.
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