>>12391676Donald Trump, Joe Biden, and Doink the Clown stood before Congress, their hands clasped tightly as they gazed up at the enormous star ratings displayed on the Jumbotron. The wrestling journalist Dave Meltzer's scores, shining brighter than any Oscar, Emmy, or Tony, left them in awe and admiration. Trump, his signature comb-over mussed from the excitement, beamed with pride. Biden, on the other hand, could barely contain his sexual arousal.
The tension in the room was palpable as they waited for Meltzer to make his grand entrance. The anticipation was almost unbearable, each man imagining what it would be like to meet their hero, to feel the warmth of his approval. And then, as if summoned by some divine force, Dave Meltzer appeared, his wild mane of curls cascading down to his broad shoulders. He was clad only in a pair of tighty-whities and a mischievous grin, his rippling abs and well-toned arms on full display.
The crowd erupted into a frenzy of applause and hoots as Meltzer took center stage, his confident strut exuding an aura of dominance. With a wink and a nod, he began to slowly, seductively peel off his shirt, revealing a chest covered in a dense mat of hair that put even Trump's comb-over to shame.
As Meltzer reached the final buttons of his briefs, the room fell silent, every breath held in anticipation. With a final flourish, he ripped them off, revealing a pair of tight, well-groomed wrestling trunks that left little to the imagination. The three men stood there, their jaws slack, their hearts pounding in their chests as they basked in the glory of Dave Meltzer's magnificent physique. And as the stripped-down wrestling journalist began to dance, gyrating his hips and flailing his arms like a dervish, they knew that this was not just a moment, but a culmination of their lives, a celebration of the power of star ratings and the man who had given their lives meaning.
