Venice Beach, Venice, California. The hot Cali sun beats down on the beach, where the shirtless, and pantsless Marvelous One sits in a beach chair working on his tan. He likes his tan like he likes his women, all natural.
TM1 wears only a pair of sunglasses and a black speedo. His beachwear shows that he truly is The Mecca of Manhood. With great confidence and arrogance he speaks without taking his gaze away from the horizon.
California Wrestling has a storied history, and was very highly regarded. Then like Kayla Craft on prom night... it went down. Now, it's rising up, like Roman Endrizzi's pants when he's looking at my body building pics. This time around though, California Wrestling won't be good, it won't be great, it won't be epic. Oh no, it will be much more than that. It will be...
The Big Natty Daddy pulls his shades down and glances sideways at the camera.
SIMPLY MARVELOUS!
Triple M pulls his shades back up, smirks, and leans back in the chair.
First round, Xion Cross. This greasy haired idiot thinks he's going to win the Hollywood Haters Ball...WRONG! Xion has said numerous times, "haters gonna hate", well Xion, losers are going to lose, and that is exactly what you are... a loser.
Have you ever stopped to think that just because someone criticizes you, that they aren't a hater? Maybe you just need some advice or guidance, or maybe... you just suck. You probably haven't, becaue you are too mentally weak to realize that you aren't always right, you aren't perfect, and you damn sure aren't...Marvelous.
Deep down, I think you know it. You know you are inferior, especially when compared to me, the Bod God. You wear tactical vest to wrestle in...why would you do that? Are you a former special-ops soldier? I'm sure you aren't, if we had people like you in the military we would have been taken over by Canada already.
I know what it really is, you are insecure about your underdeveloped chest. It's ok, Roman Endrizzlingshits has an underdeveloped chest too. See, you aren't alone here in CW, this place is full of losers, and one, Marvelous One.
Two girls, a 7, and a Alabama 10, which is a California 6, walk by. Both stare at The Mecca of Manhood with lust in their eyes. TM1's face grows stern and he shakes his head "no". The Bod God only accepts 8's or above.
They look sad, like when Cali-Kate loses in Fortnite to a child. As they walk away 3M checks there ass-ets, and is as disappointed in the view, as the fans are when Kendrick Kross shows up.
I'd expect better on Venice Beach, but I expected better from CW than Xion Cross. Cross, fancies himself the Patron Saint of Wrestling, but your more like Dymphna. Who is that? Of course you don't know, you stupid moron. She's the Patron Saint of the mentally retarded. She's also the Patron Saint of those conceived through incest, and everyone knows all you Samon's are related.
The Big Natty Daddy stands up from his chair. His oiled body glistens in the sun, forming a true image of the word Marvelous.
Xion, you like to say that your opponents mind and body will always remember a match with you. I'll remember alright. My body will remember the feeling of lifting you up and slamming you down, and it will probably reek with your stench for weeks. My mind... it will remember you as the first person I beat in CW, my first of three victories on the way to winning the Hollywood Haters Ball, and becoming Heritage champion.
The Titan smiles, showing off his pearly whites. He flexes, popping his pecks like a dancer pops her booty at an Atlanta strip club.
I'm better than good, I'm great. The one to who the women masterbate. Don't talk to me unless you're an eight. There is no question, I'll win Hollywood Hate. It's written in the stars, it's my fate. I won't discriminate, I'll crush K2 or Cali-Kate. No one wants to see me win, but haters gonna hate.
TM1 stops popping his pecks, and his smirk fades. 3M pulls his shades off, and has a serious look.
I know no one here likes me, and that is ok. This isn't a popularity contest, it's a contest of strength, speed and endurance. The other seven here are just norms, but me... I'm... SIMPLY MARVELOUS!
Mirror, mirror on the wall, who is the most Marvelous of them all?
"Why it is you Bod God. It certainly isn't Chang".
The Marvelous One smirks, he stands in a room that is lined entirely with mirrors. Wall to wall, floor to ceiling. Even the floor and ceiling, all mirrors. Luck you, getting to see all angles of the Mecca of Manhood as he stands completely nude in the mirrors, only a giant black censor bar over his crotch.
It's time for you to retire Xion. The Hollywood Haters Ball, is the hill you'll die on. I'm like a Ferrari, and you just a Scion. I'm the greatest of all time like Dylan, Dylan, Dylan, Dylan, and Dylan.
I spit hot fire. I'm the ladies number one desire. I'll make my opponents in CW expire. When it comes to greatness there is none higher.
TM1 smirks, his teeth whiter than snow.
I already know I'm winning the first round, well actually, I already know I'm winning the whole tournament. So, let's talk about the second round. Cali-Kate or Kendrick Kross, who will it be, the video game nerd, or Mr. Prison Tats? So, my choices are a girl who still plays dress up or a guy that looks like a broke ass David Beckham.
Gosh, I feel sorry for the fans who have to sit through that grossness. Honestly, The Mecca of Manhood doesn't care who I face in the second round, because I'll beat them either way. So, it can be the little, weak bitch... or Cali-Kate.
The beautiful smile breaks into a slight laugh. 3M regains his composure, obviously gains come easy to him. He looks at his body in the seemingly never ending mirrors.
God, you're beautiful. No one else can compare.
The other side of the bracket. We have the Comic book nerd, Lars Ulrich wannabe, basic four Roxi "wishes she had a" Johnson. Kayla "peaked in highschool" Craft, Roman Endrizzling Shits, and Chang Dong Sucker. So, basically forty pounds of shit, in a twenty pound bag.
Roxi is supposed to be some sort of legend, well I've never heard of her. She's all about Superheros, well she needs to be a masked vigilante cause her face looks looks worse than Jigsaws. Kayla, her opponent who is stuck in her high school emo phase, doesn't look much better, and her ring work isn't as good either. Ha, see what I did there... they're both ugly.
The Big Natty Daddy runs his finger down the center of his abs, down to his dick root, where the black censor bar begins and hangs to his knees.
Roman and Chang, I hope Chang kicks your butt Roman. Actually, if it isn't me that wins the Hollywood Haters Ball, I hope it is Chang. What can I say, he's funny and we both hate Xion Cross. Although, Chang's crackwhore looking, stripper girlfriend isn't worth the dollar bills that get thrown at her. Hashtag sorry, not sorry.
However, there is no way that I won't win this tournament though. I mean look at me, I'm THE BOD GOD!
The Titan hits a pose, and looks more amazing than Michelangelo's "David".
For me to not win this tournament the God above, himself, would have to rip the roof off of the Warehouse and strike me dead. I'm the biggest, the strongest, the smartest, the most beautiful, the most jacked, the most tan, and of course, the... most... MARVELOUS!
K2, I got sixty pounds, two inches vertical, and six inches horizontal on him. He can't hang with the Mecca of Manhood. Cali-Kate, this isn't virtual reality, you won't respawn after I slam your body through the mat. Chang, this isn't poker, you go all in against me and you'll end up mentally and physically broken.Roman, you're an exboxer huh... how about you give me ten blows to the head.
The Marvelous One points at the big black censor bar and smirks.
Roxi and Kayla..
TM1 begins laughing hysterically, holding his stomach.
Like either of you skanks would make it to the finals.
3M collects himself.
October first, I change the face of California Wrestling, and the entire sport of professional wrestling forever. I guess you could call it a makeover, or better yet beautification. Taking out Xion is the botox injection. Second round is the rhinoplasty. Then, when I win the Hollywood Haters Ball and become Heritage champion, that will be the rhytidectomy... or facelift, for you ugly, uncultured swine.