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Post by Eden on Aug 7, 2020 18:17:30 GMT -5
LOCATION & ARENAPLEASANT GROVE, CALIFORNIAWAKE ISLAND WATERPARKROLEPLAY & SEGMENT DEADLINES Friday, August 21st, 2020 at 9 PM PST, Midnight EST, 11 PM CT (US) Saturday, August 22nd, 2020 at 5 AM (UK) Saturday, August 22nd, 2020 at 4 PM (AUS)
ROLEPLAY LIMIT ONE per competitor
1000 to 2000 Match Two:Dakota Rabbit w/ Nina Rabbit vs Mike MasonThe cam girl is facing the man that loves to look at himself more than anything else, Mike Mason. The man behind the "Marvelous Muscle" supplement line might not like the fact that he could get that pretty face busted up, same goes to the cam girl. I mean we are talking peoples' livelihood outside the business! Come on both of you, agree to hitting the face, it's both their money makers...
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Post by themarvelousone on Aug 13, 2020 7:23:59 GMT -5
"Everybody wants to be a bodybuilder, but don't nobody wanna lift no heavy ass weight." ~ Ronnie Coleman
Michael Mason is not your typical professional wrestler. He didn't grow up loving the sport, he didn't dream of one day having five star matches at the Tokyo Dome, and he never had a burning desire to main event Madison Square Garden. The Marvelous One wasn't glued to his television every Saturday afternoon as a child, nor was he glued to it every Monday night as a teenager. The Mecca of Manhood certainly didn't wrestle in the backyard with any of his friends. He was never impressed by flips, or masks, or some idiot jumping in barbed wire. The Marvelous One didn't grow up like your typical wrestler today, in other words...he wasn't a nerdy looser. The Mecca of Manhood didn't need to put on some old underoos and roll around on a dirty mattress with his friends in the backyard to feel like a star, he was busy scoring touchdowns and scoring with the head cheerleader and just being a truly marvelous star.
So, how did this marvelous man come to be a part of the sport? Like any mystery finding the answer is easy, follow the money. There were three reason that the big natty daddy got into the sport of pro wrestling...fame, fortune, and gold. Mason has quite the collection of trophies from high school sports, from college football, from body building, and of course has held heavyweight championship gold in wrestling before, but fame and success are a powerful drug that always leaves you wanting more. Mason has fame, but mostly in his niche is in the fitness community, especially body building, supplements, and his commercial gym franchise. This is not enough fame for him, when you are as marvelous as he is, it needs to be shared with the world.
Then there is the all mighty dollar. Mason has wealth, but can you ever truly have enough money? The answer is no. Just like fame and success, money is a drug, and you can never get enough of it.
So, returning to professional wrestling seems to be the answer for The Marvelous One, but how did the Mecca of Manhood get into the sport? TM1 was flipping through the television channels one day on the treadmill and came across professional wrestling. At first, he found it hilarious watching a girl that looked like a skanky Victoria secret model beating up some guy with a Dad-bod, but then he saw the size of the crowd and saw dollar signs. The Bod God began researching professional wrestling and found it was at an all-time high in popularity and still growing. Of course most of the fans appeared to be basement dwelling trolls who couldn't do a single push up to save their lives, but he knew they'd have disposable income, because they didn't have a girl or family to spend it on.
Mason entered the world of professional wrestling and quickly started tearing up the competition in the smaller circuits. The Man of Marvelousity made it to the upper echelon of the sport over a year ago when he signed with Iconic Pro Wrestling, where he soon became the heavyweight champion before leaving over a contract dispute. Mason keeps many irons in the fire, he has quite the diversified portfolio, thus he turned his attention away from the world of professional wrestling and spent the past few months opening ten new "Marvelous Muscle" facilities, guest posing at the largest body building meets in the country, all while building a YouTube fitness channel with record breaking subscribers.
The Marvelous One felt that he had not done enough in the sport of professional wrestling though. He had made decent money, but knew he left a lot on the table. He never reached the heights in wrestling that he did in body building, or even football. Mason wanted to capture gold once more, and he wanted to be the talk of the sport. Those reason coupled with the fact his capital is tied up in business ventures and he wants to expand his personal property, Mason felt it was time to return to the sport.
Mason is already The Mecca of Manhood, the Marvelous One, The Titan, The Big Natty Daddy, in short Mason is Simply Marvelous, and now it is time for him to earn a new nickname...champ.
The sound of a mouse clicking can be heard, followed by the sound of the Marvelous One’s voice.
"My God, you are beautiful. Just look at you... flawless.".
The scene opens to upper back and head of The Marvelous One, coming from in front of him is the warm blue light glow of a computer screen. What TM1 is looking at cannot be seen over his shoulder.
Absolutely amazing. Who wouldn’t pay to look at you? I almost want to touch myself looking at these pictures.
A voice breaks in out of view asking, “eske se rapò sa a ke mwen voye ba ou?”. The Mecca of Manhood let’s out an annoyed sigh. The Marvelous One turns to look off screen, and this reveals what he was looking at, pictures of himself.
No, I didn’t feel the need to study. Dakota Rabbit, who would look at that skank and get a chubby? I wonder if they will after I leave her all bloody? Call yourself a cam girl, but you’re nothing but a scam girl. Your little scam I’ll unfurl. Ask all you want, I won’t gift you with the pearl. Asking people to buy the premium snapchat, but b*tch you make me hurl.
Ou bezwen konsantre, ou pa ka gen yon lòt pèt.
The Big Natty Daddy stands up hard and fast knocking his computer chair backwards. His face is wearing a mask of anger, but it goes no further then him standing up in an intense manor.
I didn’t lose the match, Giant Tiger lost the match, if his worthless old ass hadn’t been in the ring for Chubzilla to pin I would be the one getting ready to take Zolton’s number one contender spot from him, and the one showing Thor who the real God amongst men is. Instead, Giant Tiger had to be a piece of sh*t and get pined by another piece of sh*t and leave me on the outside looking in. So, Giant Tiger, I owe you one, I owe you one for sucking so bad and getting beat. Now, instead of being at the top of the card I’m at the bottom against some skinny fat, flat assed, wannabe porn star.
The Marvelous One shakes his head in a state of disappointment and disgust.
You know, it says a lot about the so called “men” we have today when people are paying to jerk it to the likes of Nina and Dakota Rabbit. Then again in this day and age when the men have become emasculated and the skanks have become empowered anything is possible. Dakota, you should study history and know your place. Female fans are supposed to be rats serving up the boys in the parking lot after the show instead of getting into the ring and having basement dwelling trolls pay to see you on the internet. I don’t blame you for the situation Dakota, I blame the lack of masculinity in the male race that is coming up today. But there is still hope for the male species. There is a savior out there for all men, there is a God for them to turn too… a bod God.
The Bod God gives a cocky smile.
Dakota, you like to flirt, but I’m not your typical paying pervert. Just taking off my shirt, will make you squirt. Rabbit, I know you’ll be begging me to lift up your skirt, pleading for me to insert, but your advances I will easily avert. Believe me baby, this is going to hurt, when I destroy you like Chubzilla does his dessert.
The Mecca of Manhood’s smile fades to an angry smirk.
You know Dakota, I’ve already got you figured out. You’re just like all these other basic b*tch, girl next door wannabe porn stars. You aren’t good looking enough to make money with your clothes on, so you show your untoned, basic four body in the nude for a little attention. Well, you’ve got my attention Dakota. There won’t be a third man to take the pin for the win to be stolen from me this time, oh no, you get all my attention, and I know you can’t handle the full length and depth of the Big Natty Daddy.
This is do or die for the Marvelous One. I have to show everyone why I am so marvelous, and I was doing a damn fine job of that at Dystopia when Fe-Fi-Fo-Fum fell down and went boom, but now it’s just you and I baby Rabbit. I know you’ve been training hard with your mediocre trainers, and I’m sure you’ve probably eaten a salad, took your green vitamins, and probably even had a protein shake, but that isn’t going to help you against the Marvelous One. My whole life has been training, my whole life has been hard work and preparation. You can tell by my amazing body that I go above and beyond what anyone else does to prepare myself, just as everyone can tell by your skinny fat, basic b*tch body that you do not put the work in.
Dakota, you came to wrestling as a fan, and that is what you should still be. You should still be buying a ticket and sitting in the audience with the rest of the average slobs. You should be getting on your knees in the parking lot after the show, to show your true appreciation for the boys in the ring. You have no place in this sport, and it shows by your lack of commitment to becoming the best. Just because you love something, doesn’t mean you belong in it or doing it. I like classical music, but I can’t compose a symphony, and I’m not going to pretend to try to be able too. That is a lesson you need to learn Dakota, you may like wrestling, but you clearly don’t belong in it. You don’t have the drive, you don’t have the determination, and you don’t have the work ethic. I’m going to do the sport of professional wrestling a favor and rid it of you.
“Little kochon pral fini tap mete nan guttter la” the voice says from off screen. TM1’s face looks a bit shocked and taken back by what the voice says. “Pa yon bich Mason”, the voice says to The Marvelous One. The Bod God gives a look knowing he is being prodded. 3M turns back to his computer and a few clicks are heard, and then he turns around and steps to the side. On the monitor is a picture of Dakota Rabbit half nude. TM1 grabs the bottom of his skin tight t-shirt and pulls his off revealing his chiseled body.
Get me a Band-Aid, because I am cut. (holding his hands out displaying his torso better) Look at this body, it is simply marvelous. (pointing at Rabbit on the screen), and look at that. The sight test alone shows who the superior one is, and clearly you can see who the most marvelous one is… and that is the Marvelous One himself, Michael Mason. Rabbit you better film as much as you can and get some clips in the can, because I’m going to bust your basic face up, and make it real hard to make a living selling jerk flicks on the internet. But it will be a night you never forget, the night you found out that I am simply…MARVELOUS!
The Marvelous One hits an impressive pose, and the voice off screens says, “ti fi estipid, pral jwenn kouri” as the scene fades out.
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