Nobody stand a chance (Patreon)

I step into the room, and all eyes are already on me. They know I’m here to compete, but what they don’t realize is that I’m not just another contestant—I’m here to dominate. The moment I enter, I can feel the energy shift. The other competitors, all impressive in their own right, look over and know immediately that they’re outclassed.

I walk toward the stage, my muscles rippling with each step. My arms are thick, defined, and powerful, my legs sculpted from countless hours of squats and presses. Every inch of me is built for this moment. I can see the whispers start, the judges already sizing me up, and they can’t help but stare. I’m bigger than anyone here, and I know it.

As I hit my first pose, the room goes silent. My biceps swell, veins popping as I flex, and the audience watches, completely mesmerized. Every pose I strike makes it clearer—I’m on a different level. The others may have trained hard, but they’ve got nothing on me. My quads, my chest, my shoulders—they’re all massive, bulging with strength that the competition can’t hope to match.

I’m not just here to win. I’m here to own this stage. When the judges hand me that trophy, they’ll know they didn’t have a choice. No one else even came close. This competition was over the moment I walked in.